I just took Robitussin cough medicine, which I haven't taken since I was a kid (even then I've probably only taken it twice). Well, I have been coughing like crazy, so I decided it would be in my best interest to medicate my troubles away. My inner dialogue went something like this...
ME: "I'll just drink a little bit of this 'long-acting' Robitussin and I will be healed and rejoice.
Surely it can't be as bad as I remember, maybe I was just being dramatic.
I should get something to wash it down just in case..."
*drinks medicine of death*
BLEH! Definitely worse than I remember.
Another one of the many reasons I choose not to get sick.
I don't get why medicine has to taste so bad*. I mean seriously, is there is no possible way they could have made it taste better? With all the modern advances in science and technology, they couldn't have managed a better tasting cough serum?!
*If you are one of those wierdo's that thinks cherry/bubblegum flavored medicine is yummy then you can just take a hike because I think you are full of it.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
The Standard
Warning: this is going to be extremely sappy.
I'm sure I have mentioned to some of you how much my grandpa means to me. He is the epitome of the perfect man, not in a weird way, but he has always been what has set the standard for me (as far as what I look for in a guy). I know that may sound weird to some people, but it makes perfect sense to me. So after I talked him up this much, I have decided to give those of you that haven't met him (basically all of you) a little insight to what makes him so great.
He is from a really small town of Mississippi but he actually met my grandma at Pearl River Junior College where he was playing football and basketball. He was raised to be a southern gentlemen, in a time when that was the norm, and she was only 16 when they met because she graduated high school early. They hit it off from the get go. Two years later, when they graduated from Pearl River, my grandma moved to New Orleans to work with a few of her girlfriends. Judge me if you must, but it was like something out of a movie when I read the letter my grandpa wrote to her in her yearbook. SO cute. He went on to play more college ball at William Carey and finish his education, and they got married shortly thereafter and had their first child (my mom) in 1956.
Now, I'm sure I'm romanticizing this a little bit, but if you saw the way my grandpa cared for my grandma and looked at her, you would have a hard time imagining it being any other way. My grandma's health isn't the best, so my grandpa spends the majority of his time caring for her. He is so kind and patient with her. I love watching them interact. Especially when my grandma is feeling particularly feisty.
Besides the fact that he is wonderful with my grandma, he also has a great sense of humor. He makes me laugh every time we are together, even if I've heard the story 100 times already. I wish I could have known him when he was younger because I think he would have been a total goofball. His sense of humor and mine match really well, so it's really fun when we get to hang out.
To top it all off, he is and has always been a great spiritual leader in my family. I know without a doubt that he lives his life according to his faith and convictions, and I admire that kind of maturity.
I encourage you to meet him if you can. His name is Henry Elbert Johnson. Look him up. He is my grandpa and my hero and I love him...a lot.
I'm sure I have mentioned to some of you how much my grandpa means to me. He is the epitome of the perfect man, not in a weird way, but he has always been what has set the standard for me (as far as what I look for in a guy). I know that may sound weird to some people, but it makes perfect sense to me. So after I talked him up this much, I have decided to give those of you that haven't met him (basically all of you) a little insight to what makes him so great.
He is from a really small town of Mississippi but he actually met my grandma at Pearl River Junior College where he was playing football and basketball. He was raised to be a southern gentlemen, in a time when that was the norm, and she was only 16 when they met because she graduated high school early. They hit it off from the get go. Two years later, when they graduated from Pearl River, my grandma moved to New Orleans to work with a few of her girlfriends. Judge me if you must, but it was like something out of a movie when I read the letter my grandpa wrote to her in her yearbook. SO cute. He went on to play more college ball at William Carey and finish his education, and they got married shortly thereafter and had their first child (my mom) in 1956.
Now, I'm sure I'm romanticizing this a little bit, but if you saw the way my grandpa cared for my grandma and looked at her, you would have a hard time imagining it being any other way. My grandma's health isn't the best, so my grandpa spends the majority of his time caring for her. He is so kind and patient with her. I love watching them interact. Especially when my grandma is feeling particularly feisty.
Besides the fact that he is wonderful with my grandma, he also has a great sense of humor. He makes me laugh every time we are together, even if I've heard the story 100 times already. I wish I could have known him when he was younger because I think he would have been a total goofball. His sense of humor and mine match really well, so it's really fun when we get to hang out.
To top it all off, he is and has always been a great spiritual leader in my family. I know without a doubt that he lives his life according to his faith and convictions, and I admire that kind of maturity.
I encourage you to meet him if you can. His name is Henry Elbert Johnson. Look him up. He is my grandpa and my hero and I love him...a lot.
My life is a whirlwind
So this last week has been super hectic, so I'll stick to the highlights...
- 96 on my sociology test :) woop!
- Mr.Big Chief (DBU's annual man pageant) was hilarious
- I finished my killer history paper. 5-6 pages on Colonial History= Gross
- I went to the homecoming gala which featured music from Rodgers and Hammerstein's classic musicals (ex. Oklahoma, Sound of Music, etc) SO good and it was worth 2 chapel credits. Totally worth it.
- It seems like all my classes are online..in other words, NO CLASSES last Friday!
- My service project at Grace Temple Baptist Church is really growing on me (maybe i'll post more about it later)
- It was COLD for the first time up here. I got to wear my coat and everything! Super exciting.
- We played catchphrase at church today
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Cold Weather Bliss
Some of the things I love most about cold weather...
- Cold weather food (ex. soup, smores, hot chocolate, etc.). Mmm.
- Getting all bundled up :)
- Not having to shave as much. ha. (judge me if you must)
- Sleeping...ESPECIALLY napping (this isn't necessarily just for cold weather, but it's easier to snuggle up when it's cold).
- Christmas music... It's growing on me.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
#6: My Favorite Bundles of Stink
Recently on "God's Campus", we have experienced a dramatic increase in the number of friendly neighborhood skunks. We don't normally have a problem with other pests (I am yet to see a roach, rat, opossum, or snake), but for some unexplainable reason, skunks have made DBU their new campus of choice...I'd like to say it is their unexplainable need for salvation that draws them here...but who am I kidding, if animals were supposed to have an afterlife, skunks most certainly would not end up in heaven.
They have tried to combat our fury little friends by setting out traps and such, but believe me when I say these traps are almost worse than letting them run free and procreate. At least once a week students are expected to battle the aftermath of a skunk capture. Not even the fresh "Mountain Creek" air can wash away the sins of our skunk friends.
I guess what I'm saying is "Why skunk-friends?! Why DBU?!"
I just don't understand.
They have tried to combat our fury little friends by setting out traps and such, but believe me when I say these traps are almost worse than letting them run free and procreate. At least once a week students are expected to battle the aftermath of a skunk capture. Not even the fresh "Mountain Creek" air can wash away the sins of our skunk friends.
I guess what I'm saying is "Why skunk-friends?! Why DBU?!"
I just don't understand.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
#5: The "hallelujah" moan
I don't know what it is about DBU, but I have heard more moaning since I've been here than ever before. It's completely ridiculous... and frankly, I hate it. It's not the "oh crap, I don't want to do my homework" moan that you would assume students would make, it's more of a "I agree with what you said/hallelujah" moan. At first it didn't bother me as much. I would hear it during class or chapel and just brush it off, after all, I know whoever moaning has the right to "hallelujah" moan as much as they want. But after a while it started to get to me...
The only time it becomes a real issue is in my Intro to Christian Ministries class. There is this one girl who "hallelujah"moans every 2-5 minutes. At first I thought she was just reassuring the teacher that she was awake, but at this point in the semester I'm convinced that it's a disorder. NO ONE needs to moan like that all the time. Maybe I would understand it better if our professor was preaching about something that was really convicting or powerful, but 98% of the time that is not the case. She is moaning about the history of the baptist church.
You probably think I'm exaggerating, but I assure you, I am not.
The only time it becomes a real issue is in my Intro to Christian Ministries class. There is this one girl who "hallelujah"moans every 2-5 minutes. At first I thought she was just reassuring the teacher that she was awake, but at this point in the semester I'm convinced that it's a disorder. NO ONE needs to moan like that all the time. Maybe I would understand it better if our professor was preaching about something that was really convicting or powerful, but 98% of the time that is not the case. She is moaning about the history of the baptist church.
You probably think I'm exaggerating, but I assure you, I am not.
Monday, November 10, 2008
#4: Ed Young
For those of you who don't know, Ed Young is a pastor/author/tv mogul in the Metroplex area. He is the head of a very large and "dynamic" church called the Fellowship Church, and last week he was our speaker at chapel. In fact, his church is so popular that it now has around 3 satellite campuses. He's not really my favorite speaker, but I try not to be too critical (especially with our chapel speakers considering he was one of the more entertaining ones).
Anyways, that's all besides the point. What I don't understand about Ed Young and pastors like him, is the need for the "shock and awe" effect. Right now Fellowship Church is starting the Seven Day Sex Challenge where (you guessed it) married couples are supposed to have sex for seven straight days*. This isn't the first time I have heard of challenges like this in these churches, I just don't really understand why they go about it the way they do. Christians are infamous for being prude and closed lip'd about sex, and while that isn't always true, for the most part it is.
I just question the motives behind these "challenges". Is it purely to help strengthen and repair marriages, or is it for publicity? After all, I only learned of this whole shenanigan via the local news. I don't get why some churches have resorted to these gimmicks and attention-grabbers to help pump attendance and enthusiasm...I'm pretty sure the bible speaks for itself. I think that breaking barriers and thinking outside the box is all fine and dandy in theory, I just think that there are other ways pastors could go about this.
Sidenote: I would really like to see the attendance records for the next couple of weeks at that church.
*Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying anything about the challenge in and of itself, just the way the church is going about it.
Anyways, that's all besides the point. What I don't understand about Ed Young and pastors like him, is the need for the "shock and awe" effect. Right now Fellowship Church is starting the Seven Day Sex Challenge where (you guessed it) married couples are supposed to have sex for seven straight days*. This isn't the first time I have heard of challenges like this in these churches, I just don't really understand why they go about it the way they do. Christians are infamous for being prude and closed lip'd about sex, and while that isn't always true, for the most part it is.
I just question the motives behind these "challenges". Is it purely to help strengthen and repair marriages, or is it for publicity? After all, I only learned of this whole shenanigan via the local news. I don't get why some churches have resorted to these gimmicks and attention-grabbers to help pump attendance and enthusiasm...I'm pretty sure the bible speaks for itself. I think that breaking barriers and thinking outside the box is all fine and dandy in theory, I just think that there are other ways pastors could go about this.
Sidenote: I would really like to see the attendance records for the next couple of weeks at that church.
*Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying anything about the challenge in and of itself, just the way the church is going about it.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
#3: Balaam
26 Then the angel of the LORD moved on ahead and stood in a narrow place where there was no room to turn, either to the right or to the left. 27 When the donkey saw the angel of the LORD, she lay down under Balaam, and he was angry and beat her with his staff. 28 Then the LORD opened the donkey's mouth, and she said to Balaam, "What have I done to you to make you beat me these three times?"29 Balaam answered the donkey, "You have made a fool of me! If I had a sword in my hand, I would kill you right now."
30 The donkey said to Balaam, "Am I not your own donkey, which you have always ridden, to this day? Have I been in the habit of doing this to you?"
"No," he said.31 Then the LORD opened Balaam's eyes, and he saw the angel of the LORD standing in the road with his sword drawn. So he bowed low and fell facedown.
Numbers 22:26-31
Thursday, November 6, 2008
#2: Old People
Let me start by saying this, I am not typically an emotional person. I have my moments and my breakdowns, but normally, I'm a pretty private person and prefer not to cry in public.
That being said, the one thing that can pretty much make me cry every time without fail is old people. Whether they are sick and dying or being cute with their spouse, old people just get to me.
Example: On Grey's Anatomy (a show I watched for the first time tonight) there was an older couple that was clearly in love. OF COURSE, the wife dies and the husband is left helplessly trying to keep her alive. It was ridiculous...I fell apart.
I just don't understand what it is about Old People! Clearly I'm not the only one that has a soft spot for them since television producers and writers are exploiting this weakness. I just wish they would post some kind of warning when they do stuff like that. It would probably look something like this: "Warning: Excessive Elderly Cuteness/Heart-Wrenching Story About to Rip your Heart Out and Render you Completely Emotionally Drained". That way I would at least know when to leave the room...
That being said, the one thing that can pretty much make me cry every time without fail is old people. Whether they are sick and dying or being cute with their spouse, old people just get to me.
Example: On Grey's Anatomy (a show I watched for the first time tonight) there was an older couple that was clearly in love. OF COURSE, the wife dies and the husband is left helplessly trying to keep her alive. It was ridiculous...I fell apart.
I just don't understand what it is about Old People! Clearly I'm not the only one that has a soft spot for them since television producers and writers are exploiting this weakness. I just wish they would post some kind of warning when they do stuff like that. It would probably look something like this: "Warning: Excessive Elderly Cuteness/Heart-Wrenching Story About to Rip your Heart Out and Render you Completely Emotionally Drained". That way I would at least know when to leave the room...
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
My first/last political post...
Let me start by saying this: this post has nothing to do with my love/hate/indifference towards Barack Obama.
But you've got to give it to him...the man's got charisma.
Monday, November 3, 2008
#1: The "I-want-you-to-know-but-not-really" line
So today marks the beginning of my series about the things I don't understand. It's pretty self-explanatory...
#1. I don't understand why people talk out loud to inanimate objects and then look at me like I am crazy or just plain rude when I ask what all the fuss is about. I notice this a lot with my roomie, she always talks to her laptop (usually things like "Ahhh" or "Oh MY Gosh!", etc.), well I always take this as a cue that she wants me to know what shes gasping over. But when I ask what all the commotion is about, 50% of the time I'm met with a look that tells me I'm being intrusive or I have somehow crossed a imaginary I-want-you-to-know-but-not-really line. It just doesn't make sense to me!
#1. I don't understand why people talk out loud to inanimate objects and then look at me like I am crazy or just plain rude when I ask what all the fuss is about. I notice this a lot with my roomie, she always talks to her laptop (usually things like "Ahhh" or "Oh MY Gosh!", etc.), well I always take this as a cue that she wants me to know what shes gasping over. But when I ask what all the commotion is about, 50% of the time I'm met with a look that tells me I'm being intrusive or I have somehow crossed a imaginary I-want-you-to-know-but-not-really line. It just doesn't make sense to me!
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