Living vicariously through someone else's pictures

My mom was just in Georgia for a week for Easter, so my sister-in-law started putting pictures on Facebook. She had captions for many of the pictures but not for this one. So, I commented and said that it was definitely in need of a caption because I wanted to know what was going on. I mean, I don't think you can capture a picture of someone laughing much harder than this! Ann commented back and said that John thought it was hilarious because the goat was rubbing on Grandma's arm like he was a cat. :) It is by far my favorite picture. I just wish I had video to go with it.

I have no idea why I am doing this

I have no idea what made me think of this particular college moment. Well, sort of I do. If you really want to hear my train of thought. I was thinking about the scene from NCIS that I posted on Facebook. And I realized that part of the reason I thought it was so funny is that it was a little over the top, kind of like a skit. Than I thought, skits. I remember the skits we used to do for Campus Crusade. Than I remembered, I was in one of those skits. Than I started remembering that I was a bully in the skit. Than I remembered that I had pictures from the skit. Than I went and got the album so that I could share the pictures with you.
I honestly don't know what the whole skit was about. I went to a college without a football team, so we were the "first GC&SU football team." I'm not really sure how/why I was the bully, but we all thought that it would be funniest for me to play the bully. Something about me being short, I think, but I could be wrong.

Just thought I'd share...

Titles and the problems that go with them

Remember recently I posted about Chapter Titles and how much I like them in books? Well, this week I realized why adult fiction writers might not bother. I realized that the titles to my blog posts are like chapter titles. And let me tell you. Sometimes I stress (okay, slight exaggeration) about what to title a particular post. I mean, it is what will grab the reader and draw him/her in. Right? So now I think, maybe titles are for the birds. Maybe I should just start titling my post with the number of post that it is. In this case, this post would have been titled #596. But, ultimately, it's not as interesting.

I had a most relaxing day yesterday and woke up at 8:30 today ready to go shopping. I spent WAY too much money but got some really cute stuff. I got a couple dresses for the summer, a pair of shorts, a skirt, and some shirts. Now, if the weather could just get a little bit warmer so I could enjoy the new clothes that I bought...

Planes, Trains, and Lawnmowers

I know everyone will read this post first, but from my previous post, I stated that I thought of something to blog about and couldn't remember. Before I even made it out of bed, I remembered. It wasn't as profound as I remembered, but than, you have to realize that a)rarely, if ever, am I profound (okay, maybe this is just a lesson I have to remember) and b) I had a really long week at work and I was feeling a little loopy last night because I was so tired.

And now for the background story :)

When I moved into Dad and Amy's house several years ago, it was winter. When spring/summer came I quickly realized that a ceiling fan was great, but I was going to need a window fan to pull some cool air into my room. So, I bought one. It became my best friend. But it had one fall back at first. It was really loud. I debated for the first week whether I should return it and get something quieter. But I kept it. And soon, I had trouble sleeping without the sound of this fan. It ran sitting on the floor even in the winter time. Fast forward to last fall. My fan broke. So sad. It wasn't completely devastating (the lack of white noise) because I had added another fan to my room since moving into the apartment (no ceiling fans here). But I still went to the store to buy a fan. Little did I know that fans are seasonal. You can't buy fans at the beginning of winter in Illinois. Well, not with any great variety. You can only buy space heaters. I didn't need one of those. So I suffered (slight exaggeration) the whole winter with just one fan for noise.

But as soon as I could open my window at night again, I realized I missed my little fan that sat in the window. So I made the trip to the aisle where the space heaters were for the winter and I found my old fan sitting on the shelf. With a slight variation: "Quieter model." Hmmm...I liked my noisy fan. But I decided to give it a try.

For the last couple of weeks, I will wake up in the morning and think I hear a lawnmower or a prop plane off in the distance. I think it's slightly odd, but I get up to start my day. Than as I sit down to have my quiet time I turn off the little black fan and realize that it is producing the sound of a lawn mower in the distance. :) I wonder if that means the old fan sounded like a really close lawn mower?

One of my favorite things

I have a friend that keeps an ongoing list of her favorite things. So this morning I would like to tell you about the favorite thing I am experiencing at this exact moment.

Lying in bed at 9:45, listening to the rain and a thunderstorm with my window cracked, snuggled under a blanket, knowing that I don't have anywhere I have to be at any point in time today if I don't want to go. No agenda. No work. Just a lot of nothing (okay, technically there is a lot that I could be doing, but I don't have to, which is the point). And I can handle a rainy day when I can stay inside and it is actually raining. I don't like cloudy days that don't ever produce any rain. But wait, this is about my favorite things. :)

After I type this I am going to do one of three things (because I can't help but keep a mental to-do list, even when I don't have an agenda).

1. Spend some time in the Word reading about events leading up to Christ's death on the cross. Reflecting on what that means for me and all that Christ did so that I could live for eternity with Him.
2. Finish the current fiction book I am reading. Possibly still snuggled under the covers, but maybe I'll move to the couch.
3. Take a shower. :) I don't drink coffee, so showers have always been my coffee. I'm not a very grumpy person in the morning but chances are better that you'll get a more coherent Teresa if you wait to talk to me until after my shower. And for some reason, my voice is a lot quieter in the morning, so sometimes you might have a harder time hearing me if you talk to me before my shower. I guess the shower clears out my vocal chords.

Because I have nothing planned for the next two days and because I have been super busy this last week, you can probably expect several blog posts from me over the weekend. I was composing something in my head as I was falling asleep last night. I thought about moving enough to write it down. But I didn't, and now I can't remember what it was. I'll try to come up with it, because I remember thinking it was a really good idea.

Alrighty then, off I go!

A blanket, ear muffs, a pair of gloves, and some long johns

A couple of weeks ago the boiler broke at work. It was warm enough last week that I thought it was fixed. But than the temperatures dropped this weekend. Enter Monday morning, the most glorious of days because I get to go back to work after those horrible weekends (hee hee, I promise there was no sarcasm in that sentence. Just ask Emily about the happy dance I did on Sunday to psyche myself up for Monday!). I entered the building and thought, Hmmm...it's kind of cold in here. Kind of? Understatement of the year. Most of you know that I am rarely ever cold. I wish I could take a picture of what my life at work has been like for the past two days. I seriously tried typing notes yesterday with gloves on but it just wasn't effective. But I did wear my coat most of the time I was at my desk.

Then today, I woke up to rain. And as I was getting ready for work, it was to thunder. I decided that since I wasn't going into any schools, I didn't want to have to dress up today (not that I really every dress up, but today I really didn't want to). So I wore a long sleeve shirt and a hoodie sweatshirt. And I FROZE all day. I sat with a space heater blowing on my feet. I made hot chocolate just so I could hold it in my hands. I wanted a blanket, and some ear muffs, and a pair of gloves, and some long johns.

I think even I'm ready for some warmer weather!

Surprise!

So, some people have told me I'm good at keeping secrets. I think it's an admirable trait to have. I don't know if I really am good at keeping secrets. Because the funny thing is, I process through talking, so it's really hard for me to keep things to myself. The key is to process with people who are removed from the secret.

I've been keeping a secret for about a month now. My dad was coming into town for the PCS auction, but they didn't want anyone from the school knowing. So, Dad told me I couldn't tell anyone. Yikes! So I told Danell. She's only met my dad once, she lives in Texas, and she certainly wouldn't tell anyone from PCS. I also told my roommate, because she CAN keep a secret. And I told Kari, who actually has TONS of ties to PCS, but can keep a secret. And I decided it would be too hard to keep this from her. And it turns out, there was a major church event that I would have had to give her an excuse not to help with, so I'm glad I told her.

It was good to have Dad in town. I got two free meals out of the deal today as he saw people he knew and would ask if I could come too! :) It was good to hear how things are going in Arizona. And it was good to spend some one-on-one time with him bcause I rarely ever get that (even when he lived here).

It was also good to hear how the boys are doing that they are parents to. I only spent about a day with the boys, but I feel like I know them a lot better than that, so it was good to hear stories about them. They have one new boy in the house that I haven't gotten to meet yet.

And I got to play Ticket to Ride with Dad! :) We were pretty evenly matched, I'd say. All in all, it was a good weekend!

Bladders :)

God made every part of our bodies for a purpose. I've often questioned what the purpose (besides the obvious) of my small bladder was. Today, at church I realized the reason for my small bladder. Fellowship, community, a chance to catch up. :) I was washing my hands today and saw a friend at the sink beside me. I said hello, we caught up on a few things. I laughed and told her that if it wasn't for my bladder, I would never see some people at church. She laughed and agreed with me. We decided that God gave us a small bladder so that we could have a chance to see each other and further our relationships! She told me I should blog about it, so here I am, blogging about the reason for my small bladder! :)

June 3rd

You know you're a big fan of a certain television show when you here a date in real life and it reminds you about that show :). That has happened to me twice in the last two weeks. And when something happens twice, it is enough times that you should blog about it!

Last week I was listening to the radio while getting ready for work and they announced that a comedian was coming to town on June 3rd. I sat there for a few seconds thinking, "June 3rd. June 3rd. That sounds familiar. Do I have something going on that day?" Than it hit me, I smiled, put my makeup down, and ran for my phone. I texted Kinsey and said, "Is June 3rd the day that Luke and Lorelai were supposed to get married?" She texted me back with a quote from the show.

Than, today I was skimming my blog to see who had posted something new and I see the title "June 3rd." My first thought was again, "That was the day Lorelai and Luke were supposed to get married. Surely, that's not what Jill is blogging about." I clicked the link, only to find that Jill is not obsessed with Gilmore Girls like I am.

Apparently, things happen in real life on June 3rd as well. Like comedians coming to town and babies being born, just to name a few.

I don't really want to jinx it, but...

I heard a rumor several weeks ago that something AMAZING is going to happen in Peoria. I mean, life altering, people! But I have been cautiously optimistic. I haven't shared it with many people, because, well, what if it is just a rumor? What if I announce for millions to read hear on my blog, and than it never happens? Will people think I'm a liar. Will it spread like wild fire and than more and more people will be disappointed? I mean, really, I think lives are at stake here. What's a girl to do? So, you didn't hear it from me. A little birdie told me that Peoria is going to be getting a Chick-fil-a AND a Chipotle!!!!! Yes, all my food dreams will come true! :) Okay, maybe not all of them. They would have to get rid of gross, nasty MacAllister's and bring back Fazoli's for that to really happen. And maybe put in a good shaved ice stand in the summer (they had them all over Fort Worth during the summer). But after that I'd be set. Oh, and Blue Bell ice cream in the stores, specifically birthday cake. But after that I really would be happy as a clam. But remember, you did not hear from me that Chick-fil-a and Chipotle will be coming to Peoria. And I don't know when. Just that there is a place picked out near Northwoods Mall.