tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88414222286684787072024-03-19T13:04:05.967-05:00Is This Real Life? Pt. 2Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395641656467548958noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841422228668478707.post-52662388736142672572010-10-23T20:30:00.000-05:002010-10-23T20:30:54.358-05:00Why isn't is "spiderman"... why is it "spider-MAN"?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Who knew?</span></span></span></div><br />
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</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">18 hours of classes + club officer + small groups + life = not updating a blog too often.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Actually, that is the least shocking thing I think i've come up with on this blog. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And between the </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://steponme-burnthertoe.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-meteor-shower-is-sham.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">pictures of puppies</span></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and multiple stories of </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://steponme-burnthertoe.blogspot.com/2010/07/pursue-ignition.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">good</span></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://steponme-burnthertoe.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-use-it-like-cigar.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">bad </span></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> meals i've had since the beginning of this thing, there have obviously been some daring tales.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well, in the time since I last updated, not too much has happened really. At least nothing that's going to be good to write about. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why the blog update then, you must be wondering.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is the first time i've gotten since that post to have the ability to do so. To celebrate that, I am updating despite having anything good to say. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You're welcome, mom.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The majority of my weekdays are taken up by college. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Experimental Psychology, Drugs and Psychopharmacology, Social Psychology, Psychology of Learning, Perspectives in World Music, and Astronomy... to be exact.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tuesday's are basically all dedicated to Pi when i'm not in class.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wednesdays and Sundays are church.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That leaves Saturday, which usually goes to Pi or laundry.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Went through my last fall rush with Pi - here's our officers this year.</td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Well, i'd love to show you a lot more pictures of the exciting things i've been up to, but I have lost the USB cord for my camera and I think i've taken 5 pictures since the summer ended anyway.</span></td></tr>
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</div></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395641656467548958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841422228668478707.post-67038209505117474652010-08-14T21:06:00.000-05:002010-08-14T21:06:59.181-05:00This meteor shower is a sham.<div style="text-align: center;">Well my friends, the summer is over. I am sitting at my mom's house and I will not be returning to NRH in the foreseeable future. Right now, I could not be happier that I am home.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My first night back was spent hanging out with Ben (shocking, I know). I ate dinner at his house and we hung out there until his niece broke the recommended decibel level for humans to hear before she went to bed. Then we got ice cream and went to look for a place to watch the <a href="http://www.newson6.com/global/story.asp?s=12957807">meteor shower</a> in Harrah. The usual place we all used to go look at stars (I really like doing that - weird... perhaps) is now closed at night and the rest of Harrah is filled with womens correctional facilities and rednecks with shotguns. So, back to Ben's neighborhood we went. An hour later, still no shooting stars. Lots of mosquitos, though. The same thing happened last night when we went to the middle of nowhere Norman to see them. Tons of mosquitos, no shooting stars. Don't get me wrong, I still had fun, but all I wanted was a single meteor. I think i'm going to try it again by myself tonight. I am determined.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also got to pretend to be a hipster at <a href="http://www.bigtrucktacos.com/">Big Truck Tacos</a> with some friends. It was good! You should check it out... they even have a cows tongue taco. I'm serious. It was sold out. The only way I would try that would be to get tricked into it. Which I feel like Kailee might try to do.... I'm on the lookout.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ben and I also went to see <a href="http://www.scottpilgrimthemovie.com/">Scott Pilgrim vs. The World</a> after the taco adventure. I'm really glad that this scenario doesn't always happen in real life. I would have some crazy people to deal with. It was a pretty good movie regardless. I might have enjoyed it a tad more were I a nerd, though. One of my favorite parts of this trip to the movies was the crowd. I love theaters full of nerds. The preview for <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBgpmNFD6xM">the new M. Night Shaymalan movie</a> came on, and at the sheer sight of his name. the nerds were laughing. The best quote was "the secret is... there IS NO ELEVATOR". Be it comic book nerds, Harry Potter nerds, or even the ridiculous Twilight nerds, I love it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In summation, it's been really nice to be at home with my friends and family. I've gotten to see a lot of the people that I love, and soon i'll be at OC and the rest will show up. I'm ready to just move in to school. The whole learning, homework, 8:00 classes thing can wait though. By the way, your welcome for every link ever in this post. That's my replacement for no fun pictures.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">EDIT: My sister got a new puppy! I took a picture of it (she has no name, I can say it) and I can share that so this post is not boring.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395641656467548958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841422228668478707.post-28991060382878204082010-08-07T22:47:00.000-05:002010-08-07T22:47:16.375-05:00You're gonna need a storage unit for your lock box.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Wow.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This week was crazy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Monday was one of the longest days i've had in a long time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was, at one point, sort of homeless at a Subway, with everything I own in the back of my car, which was leaking transmission fluid. I wasn't sure how bad the car thing was until I sent Ben a text about it, and immediately got a call about it while he was on a mission trip... never a good sign. But it was very nice of him to make sure I was ok even though he was busy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't worry, the car is fine now. And I am no longer homeless.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm staying with Jason and Cori for the remainder of my time in NRH (roughly 5 days). It's definitely a change from a house with no kids to a house with 2. But I love these kids, so it's totally ok.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes i'll just start asking the 2 year old questions to see which answer she'll give me. Usually she is stuck on a string of "yesh" or just "no" over and over, so asking "is this chair blue" followed by "is this chair red" can often get confusing answers.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have watched more Nick Jr. than I ever imagined possible. But I have seen the girl on tv who supposably looks like me... I don't see it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Marina from the Fresh Beat Band. According to the website, her favorite colors are teal and purple. So maybe we could hang.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well I got bored and that picture hunt killed some time. Judge me. One of the kids I lived with last summer (whom I would adopt if given the chance) thought I moved away from their house to be on tv when he saw this show. Weird.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Perhaps one day i'll be walking through the airport and hear whispers of those who have confused me with this superstar. Maybe kids will even ask me to drum!<br />
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I have totally drifted away from whatever I intended this post to be about.<br />
We had the girls sleepover last night, and I maybe got 4 solid hours of snoozing in, so you'll have to forgive my scatteredness.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As the summer is coming to an end, i'm finding myself more and more ready to be at home. I miss everyone. I miss Oklahoma. And everyone being in Oklahoma. Very soon, though, that will not be a problem anymore! Woo!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Next week will probably go a little something like this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sunday - Church and hang out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Monday - Office work then Ben will stop in on his way to Oklahoma for a visit to Ikea!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tuesday - Office work followed by a Ranger game against the Yankees.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday - Office goodbye followed by preparation for then the end of summer party (me getting thrown in the pool while still in my clothes).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thursday - Pack up and head out. Then Oklahoma!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It can't be much crazier than this week was, though. I hope...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">- Steph</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395641656467548958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841422228668478707.post-76492504530122596972010-08-01T00:05:00.000-05:002010-08-01T00:05:16.780-05:00Just use it like a cigar.<div style="text-align: justify;">This past week was the junior high mission trip to San Antonio. We worked with Urban Connection, a day care in the state funded housing downtown. It was an... interesting trip.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The kids did great when we worked all day at UC, from like 8:00am - 3:30pm. They worked hard and were respectful. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">The rest of the day, from 4:00pm - 1:00am was mostly a different story. It was a fun, good trip, but man it was hard! I do like those kids a lot, though.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't have too many inspirational stories from the week to make this blog awesome (what's new). One of the girls made me a bracelet during craft time which was cute. The legacy kids seemed to have a small realization about how much they have by how little the UC kids had. Most of our kids came to the trip with an average of about $70 of spending money, which they promptly spent all of. I think that for junior high kids, realizing that you have more than other people and are lucky is probably a good first step.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I got to pet a dolphin when we were at sea world! It was awesome. One day I will swim with one.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We made it home with minimal injuries. Only a lost tooth on the van, nobody got punched in the face. I could only find a tampon in the first aid kid, no gauze, so we suggested he just use that. Telling a junior high boy to get anywhere near a feminine product is hilarious, just for future reference.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ben and the family he is staying with for the summer were in Dallas when I got back to Legacy, so they waited for me to get in town and we all went to lunch. It was great to see him, but also terrible since it was just an hour. I miss too many people!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">While sorting through the medical release forms before we left for the trip, I came across a really old one and this girl has the luckiest combination of allergies I have ever seen...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">She must have had a great excuse to not eat her vegetables as a child.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have one and a half weeks left in NRH for the summer. We don't have any big trips or events left. This next week will basically be wrapping up the summer. How strange! It went so fast, and so slow at the same time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I need to find a place to host the girls sleepover I planned. Apparently someone is having a rehearsal dinner in our youth room? Sort of a strange place for that, but oh well. Hopefully I can get someone with a pool, that is always fun. Since we have only office hours left in the summer, i'm sure you'll get a few updates.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Steph</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S. Dear Red Robin,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you are going to randomly put watermelon as a side with your sandwich, please put that in big letters on the menu. Even bottomless french fries doesn't make up for that</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395641656467548958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841422228668478707.post-3600628595746991182010-07-19T21:13:00.000-05:002010-07-19T21:13:14.853-05:00I'm hoping it has a Pavlov's Dog effect.<div style="text-align: justify;">VBS went well! It was very busy, but quite fun.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The planning for the other VBS in San Antonio is still in the works. We leave in less than a week, so now is when all of the kids finally start to turn in the things that were due a month ago (much like I always did in high school... sorry past youth ministers). Getting ready for that trip plus Jason being out of town should keep me pretty well occupied. At least in the office.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I visited Ben in Sweetwater this past weekend. I saw a rattlesnake, a horse almost ate my head, visited a giant windmill, heard cows mating (maybe a cat too... not sure), and saw Inception so I feel like the trip was well rounded. Everyone I met was really nice! And I guess seeing Ben was ok too... Joke. It was a wonderful trip, and I was sad to leave (but that's the last time all summer!).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">The museum in Merkel, Texas. All of the signs and the museum itself were labeled as "Whoa! Merkel!" and I have no idea why. But I found if funny enough to take a dangerous driving picture of it while I left town.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't think anyone but me or Ben would find that picture interesting or funny, but 1) I still think that blogs without pictures are interesting and 2) it was the only picture I took during my visit, and it was definitely a picture worthy visit. I just fail at taking pictures ever. I should work on that!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Steph</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395641656467548958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841422228668478707.post-17771206143577223792010-07-13T12:13:00.000-05:002010-07-13T12:13:17.230-05:00Nooo, Corey with a C.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This week is VBS here at Legacy. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">By day, i'm a youth intern. By night, a children's intern.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">During my office hours I plan a VBS for the Junior High Mission Trip to San Antonio. I'm basically planning the whole thing alone as far as our time at <a href="http://urbanconnectionsa.blogspot.com/">Urban Connections</a> goes. Crafts, games, puppet skits, veggie tales movies and snacks. I am even holding the meeting with the junior high kids and their parents all by myself, Jason will be out of town. So far i've got the schedule for the day, the Bible lessons and most of the games picked out. The parent meeting isn't until Sunday so i've got some time to get everything together <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">(enough time to update a blog, obviously)</span>. I like working with kids so i'm excited for the trip. Also, i've participated in more VBS's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">(VBS-i? Weird plural)</span> than I can count, so I feel like this is a job I can definitely handle.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the evenings, I help kindergartners tie-dye shirts and talk about how cool everything they say is. VBS is way more fun when you get to talk to the kids, they really do say the darnedest things.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Last night while helping the 5 year olds tie-dye <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">(side note, I didn't know this would be my job until halfway through the night, so I was wearing jeans and a white shirt... whoops)</span> there were 2 boys named Corey standing next to each other in line. Confusing. Trying to figure out a solution to the name situation, this conversation occurred:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Stephanie: Hi Corey! *Both turn and look at me* Umm... have both of you had your shirts done yet?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Corey #1: Yeah, the bald guy has mine. I want blue.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Corey #2 (simultaneously with Corey #1): Nope. I want red.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Stephanie: Ok awesome! Let me take your shirt Corey.... what is your last name?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Corey #2: Mullins </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">(or something with an M, i'm bad with names)</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Stephanie: Can I call you Corey M.?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Corey #2: NO. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">C</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">orey. With a C. CCCCCorey. Not an M.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Stephanie: .....i'm sorry! I'm silly. Of course it's with a C. I'm going to call you Red Corey since your shirt is red, and your friend will be Blue Corey. How does that sound?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Corey #1 and #2: I don't care.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Stepahnie: Great!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I then made some comment to myself about them joining gangs in the future. While the preacher was, unbeknownst to me, standing behind me. Don't worry though, he laughed pretty hard. It should be a pretty fun week. I love VBS. Kids singing is one of the funniest/cutest things ever.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is when all of the kids got on stage for the "biggest chorus ever" during the opening. I wish i'd taken a picture when the stage was all set up, it looked pretty cool. I'll try to get one of the market place sometime this week. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">(I just feel like blogs are more interesting with pictures)</span>.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am now off to lunch. By that I mean I am going to the library to eat my homemade sandwich with the secretaries and children's minister. I have no idea what the men of the office do for lunch on most days. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Steph</span></span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395641656467548958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841422228668478707.post-87476284723668714982010-07-12T12:15:00.001-05:002010-07-12T12:19:26.572-05:00Pursue Ignition?<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Remember that Zenith/Cornerstone recap blog I mentioned about 3 years ago?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">(I know at least 3 of you just started singing a song)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Rather than just ramble on about the minor details of both camps for pages <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">(which we all know I am capable of...)</span> i'll just tell my feelings about how the camp tied together.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">During youth group time at Zenith, Jason had everyone tell the group something they want to work on over the summer that they learned about over the past week. Despite a huge list I could have named, I went with serving sacrificially <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">(I think we had learned about that in the last class of the day, or the lesson we just heard)</span>. I really like helping people... usually. There are just some times I do not want to. Usually I try to power through and suck it up, but I want to be better at not thinking about myself all the time.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs053.snc4/35022_424203251544_651606544_4884453_2810256_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs053.snc4/35022_424203251544_651606544_4884453_2810256_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This was my group at Zenith... Group 11!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That was Thursday night. Cut to Sunday afternoon... Cornerstone.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was still REALLY tired from Zenith. I hadn't had a chance to catch up on sleep or even do my laundry. I was seemingly the only person on the planet who had not seen Toy Story 3 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">(which was wonderful - don't worry I got to see it eventually)</span>. Despite the great week at Zenith and wonderful weekend, all I wanted to do was, well, nothing for a while. But the campers were arriving.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">One of my least favorite activities ever is learning new names. I'm just not good at it, and it's an important task. At Zenith, I only had to learn 5 new names. This week, I had 17. And none of them had watches, clocks or phones. Or knew where they were going on campus.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Remember </span></span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkQnQFeW53I"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that scene</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> in Evan Almighty about praying for patience then getting an opportunity to do so, not just the sudden onset of patience? ... Yep. Barely 3 days after saying I wanted to be a better servant, an entire week full of opportunities was given to me.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Through the haze of no sleep, Cheez-Its, talking to 13 year old boys and OC Caf summer food, I did not recognize this until Thursday during group time with the Cornerstone kids. But I thought it was sort of cool to see the turnaround on that little request I made. Good thing i've got another month<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"> (an another mission trip with the jr. high kids) </span>to consciously work on it some more.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs141.snc4/36418_113129525401311_100001127936507_79503_1740650_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs141.snc4/36418_113129525401311_100001127936507_79503_1740650_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cornerstone Group - 3!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cheesy/lame.... maybe. But this is my blog.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here are some pictures to distract you from how long that post was...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixUbMpMlXqy2tXkrsYI171uhsC8ql_8Kf-H8Wi8H_NzMoGs0De4Ypusuw5UtaCl5zzZVysQVsC3pPIdLHhrpXG4tUM0kc2MhttL9ncmEPeuCzCgz1CKpVjSoNelfGA51-q7wn-Akr87uRz/s1600/photo%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixUbMpMlXqy2tXkrsYI171uhsC8ql_8Kf-H8Wi8H_NzMoGs0De4Ypusuw5UtaCl5zzZVysQVsC3pPIdLHhrpXG4tUM0kc2MhttL9ncmEPeuCzCgz1CKpVjSoNelfGA51-q7wn-Akr87uRz/s400/photo%5B1%5D.jpg" width="300" /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is how my host family spends their evenings. Or boggle. I've only seen the tv on twice all summer! They just like hanging out with each other, it's cute.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRWL4b09-KM0RJ7qGbVx7kyKPV6SXLjLwlSKCWXKxkXlj8E1wTCEm6MzSdmRL0fmo47qOCcgscCVyw25RYJFbA6YlBcPBcXg6y3fFZxZXF3D1txI1pPilC0xTzTBykxf8BHUssYhYlIeYR/s1600/purple+room+ikea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRWL4b09-KM0RJ7qGbVx7kyKPV6SXLjLwlSKCWXKxkXlj8E1wTCEm6MzSdmRL0fmo47qOCcgscCVyw25RYJFbA6YlBcPBcXg6y3fFZxZXF3D1txI1pPilC0xTzTBykxf8BHUssYhYlIeYR/s400/purple+room+ikea.jpg" width="300" /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is very close to THE purple room. My dream room. I will have a purple room in my house one day. Also, how had I never been to IKEA before? It's a land of dreams... and it smells of cinnamon.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMsb4bhREo4dQ3pVUXK8ZcJ7T58H7CxCI38ePOw8wWbTmYj50Nvy70q5as51KeZ-zWVrZfrWtxzzgt-yqVb8ZZNluXr56nj5Kshp026eMQyj2CJDHH4r6p4fQVs3I_a1NEHHN3-EDgmj0F/s1600/chikfila+mooo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMsb4bhREo4dQ3pVUXK8ZcJ7T58H7CxCI38ePOw8wWbTmYj50Nvy70q5as51KeZ-zWVrZfrWtxzzgt-yqVb8ZZNluXr56nj5Kshp026eMQyj2CJDHH4r6p4fQVs3I_a1NEHHN3-EDgmj0F/s400/chikfila+mooo.jpg" width="300" /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cow Appreciation Day. Where we dress like idiots all in the name of free food.... How much more American do you get? However often I mock it, this day is like Christmas to me.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggNxQHYTFKe3jGvEji_A8iI3JlmuifTEqisWTk4po89CCCjEechE9FjU2Dj7VTzPX69cVdMhCycNzzRD9SJ2mClsmtlrC1lb74c1gmYgMxagoFykfhKX2h71Jfq2MMw-YIrE3bYFRYiouL/s1600/chikfila+fo+free.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggNxQHYTFKe3jGvEji_A8iI3JlmuifTEqisWTk4po89CCCjEechE9FjU2Dj7VTzPX69cVdMhCycNzzRD9SJ2mClsmtlrC1lb74c1gmYgMxagoFykfhKX2h71Jfq2MMw-YIrE3bYFRYiouL/s400/chikfila+fo+free.jpg" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">#5 </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">12</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> piece with a coke, waffle fries and chik'fil'a sauce. Mmmm. It was delicious. And I ate the whole thing, BY MYSELF.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">(PS I hope all of you know what i'm referencing right now... it's surprisingly not an episode of friends.)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wow that was lengthy. I should do some real work now. I say that hoping that Jason has not discovered my blog, ha.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Have a wonderful day, and thank you for updating your blogs so I have something to creep on.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Steph</span></span></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395641656467548958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841422228668478707.post-78454649159403550812010-06-27T00:27:00.000-05:002010-06-27T00:27:52.233-05:00Or a rhinoceros.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I had typed out an insightful <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">[egg-sa-stencil]</span> post about Zenith last night. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was great - the week, not the post necessarily. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I won't recap the whole thing. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1) I don't remember what I wrote and 2) I have another story to tell now.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Maybe i'll do a Zenith & Cornerstone recap when Cornerstone is done at the end of the week. We will see.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Back to the new story!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was almost done with my Zenith recap post when I remembered that I was going to a movie with Kailee, and I needed to leave within the next 3 minutes. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm running late? Shocking.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We both ran pretty late, so we ended up going to a late showing of Knight and Day. I think it was almost 1:00am when we got out. Point being, I was really tired when we left the theater.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So when I saw Ben standing outside of the theater, I just assumed I was delirious [<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">or that </span></span></span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30705345&l=6be0c24891&id=1444170142"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">little Ben</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"> from Zenith was out on the town</span>]. But it was really Ben! He drove like 18 hours to come surprise me. And then drove another 6 hours back to Texas earlier tonight.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Best boyfriend ever.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm blessed! I have a great boyfriend, great friends who help my great boyfriend surprise me, and a great mom who doesn't freak out when I show up with my great boyfriend and ask if he can crash on our couch at 1:30 in the morning.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That's really all i've got. Isn't it a great story though?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now off to sleep before beginning another week of camp!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Steph</span></span></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395641656467548958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841422228668478707.post-19447909239342369102010-06-14T18:35:00.001-05:002010-06-14T18:36:34.029-05:00I couldn't come up with a witty title. Next time, maybe.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Last week was very, very boring.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I cannot think of anything worth blogging about over the whole 7 days.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm having trouble even remembering what I did.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I looked at my calendar from last week and i'm still drawing a blank.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This week will be much more exciting.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tomorrow is messy game day <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[but not quite as disgusting as last year - human chili dogs in 98* heat is not a pleasant smell]</span></span> and I'm trying to come up with a creative way for the kids to throw oatmeal at one another other than "throw oatmeal at each other." I'll probably put up some pictures from that, because organized food fights are always good times.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thursday we are going ice skating! I love ice skating, despite my natural inclination to ignore the laws of gravity.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After ice skating, Jeremy and I will be heading to Edmond! Yes, Zenith begins on Sunday. But this means we get to see our friends for a few days. I'm so excited! I get to see almost everyone i've been missing! I'll be free on Thursday, Friday and Saturday night. Then the next Friday and Saturday night. THEN the next friday night! How exciting. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">[</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">PS, Mom, I'm coming home for a bit. Sorry I'm so bad about calling ever. Hope you'll be in town! Haha. I'll set aside a day to hang out with you if you are]</span></span>. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am really excited for Zenith/Cornerstone. It's a little exhausting, but totally worth it. I've never been to Cornerstone, but i've heard good things. Those two weeks will be interesting.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After my camp marathon, I'm going to go to Sweetwater to visit Ben! I'm quite excited. That will be a great way to end those two weeks. Also, it will be the fourth of July. Double holiday! Yay!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh! I thought of a relevant story from last week. Aren't you happy?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've been eyeing the most wonderful <a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Swimwear/Bathing+Beauty+One+Piece+in+Emerald">ModCloth Swimsuit</a> for what feels like years. It is cute, appropriate for youth events, a great color<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"> [which does not look stupid on the pale model]</span></span> and I love it. Downsides: it's expensive and out of stock anyway. And when I say out of stock, I mean i've been waiting for a back in stock email for ages. Unfortunate. However, after a little poking around at The Wal-Mart, I discovered this very swimsuit in black! Fantastic. After a little altering<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[which I did on my own! who knew I could do that?]</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span>I now have almost the perfect swimsuit! I still want the green one though. It was going to be my reward for getting a B in stats. My list of favorites on that website is forever long, though, so I bet I can find a replacement if I could stop being cheap <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[seriously doubt that will happen ever]</span></span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- Steph</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395641656467548958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841422228668478707.post-85527564562006752972010-06-07T12:08:00.000-05:002010-06-07T12:08:31.719-05:00(Ir)rational Fears.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Looks as if I made it through the weekend without a boredom post!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Don't worry too much though, you're getting one now.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm trying to remember what I DID in fact do this weekend, but i'm sort of drawing a blank completely on Friday <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[if that's any indication to you of how it went].</span></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Saturday was pretty full; I helped my boss and his family move more things <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[which, come to think is also what I did on Friday I think...?]</span></span> and then I babysat his two daughters during a wedding.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Despite my well publicized and, I believe, completely valid fear of the entire process of having children, I really do like kids. And i'm not as awkward around them as you probably think I am. I just get nervous when I feel like people around me are judging my future parenting skills <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">[or when I feel like the childs parent is worried i'm going to mess up their baby].</span></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maybe I should just call this post ridiculous fears. You'll know before I do.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyway, we played Cinderella first. The older sister chose to be the princess, and she informed her younger sister she would be one of the "mices," but of COURSE she could be a girl. What a nice sister. Then again, I used to play pet shop and make Brittany be my dog, but I wanted a boy dog sooo... Spot Partridge, the boy dog she was [Our pretend last name was always Partridge. Or Crabtree]. Cinderella went to McDonalds and ordered 100 happy meals, and then we pretend watched Alvin and the Chipmunks Easter Movie <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">[They wanted to watch The Chipmunks Squeakquel but they don't have that movie - I think the pretend concept isn't fully grasped yet]</span></span> while the fairy godmother cleaned up toys.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When I finished cleaning up, I sat down to "watch the movie." Then, my favorite thing happened. The little sister, who I think is probably almost 2 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">[that could be WAY off]</span></span> walked over and sat in my lap and started trying to talk to me. She can only really say a few words, but it made me so happy. She likes me! She came and talked to me and nobody told her to. I love it when little kids seem to like me haha. Especially when they are at the age where they don't know it's socially unacceptable to show their dislike for people.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, I should probably do some more work now. I'll be honest though, I worked really hard for the first 2 hours that I was here and finished at least 80% of my work for the whole week. So maybe i'll just go to lunch instead.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'll leave you with this awesome find from Wal-Mart, which I would probably be buying if I didn't like crust...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395641656467548958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841422228668478707.post-25899356123370463372010-06-03T19:29:00.001-05:002010-06-03T19:32:33.322-05:00George Washington giving a turkey to the indians?<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, it seems like now is a good time to update my readers<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(YES I can say readers as in plural, not just one reader twice, thank you very much)</span></span> on my life as of late.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On Memorial Day, Ben came to visit from Sweetwater. It was a fun day - eating, a movie, arcade games, me getting us lost once every few minutes, a homeless man telling me I looked fifteen<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(right after asking me if I had any kids...?)</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">,</span> the strangest/greatest version of an Incubus song ever, and more of me getting us way lost. Then at the end of the day, Ben had to go back to Sweetwater. That part was sad. But the rest was great. Next it will be my turn to drive out to West Texas, so that should be interesting. I have a feeling I will be taking pictures during that adventure, so be on the lookout during July<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wow that's far away!) </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As it turns out, I only worked 1 1/2 days this week. Monday was free thanks to Memorial Day, and about halfway through Wednesday I got sick and had to go home. Which is super lame, I ended up sleeping for the rest of Wednesday and most of today. Tomorrow I should be good to go, though. I hope I am, at least.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My one workday, Tuesday, was a success! We cleaned out that wretched closet, which was actually not so horrible. I spent the majority of the time organizing all of the supplies and labeling the boxes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(with Sharpies no less)</span></span>, which was rather enjoyable. And all of the occurred to the musical stylings of one Mr. Michael Jackson on the sound system. Not too shabby.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first of our weekly SPLAT's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Summer Party Lasting All Tuesday... way better than PT Squared)</span></span> happened this Tuesday as well. Six kids showed up, which isn't the best, but it could have been much worse. The six attendants seemed to be having fun. We played Rock Band and telephone pictionary - which has been one of my favorite games for about a year, and I just now learned the name.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Speaking of names... Stephanie is a hard name to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">say</span> spell. Apparently.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbYrVsvbAX7eQw1Cji6_YTUSWCZtNn8EXZN0EaFtMiPYQJEWFiYxl6NXnq-CccCfTCVwggoLQ39gxtupSON3ZAcqxVLxxUPjA-pmCB8k0-8qnAR5QZRpHy9pidGl8dqUX9nF9jeD-LNS0/s1600/Name.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbYrVsvbAX7eQw1Cji6_YTUSWCZtNn8EXZN0EaFtMiPYQJEWFiYxl6NXnq-CccCfTCVwggoLQ39gxtupSON3ZAcqxVLxxUPjA-pmCB8k0-8qnAR5QZRpHy9pidGl8dqUX9nF9jeD-LNS0/s640/Name.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've never seen it end with a D before. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think Bill hadn't either, so he pulled a 5th grade spelling test and made it a T/D combo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I give him credit for that one.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have no idea what i'm going to be doing this weekend, so there might be a long, out of boredom post coming your way <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(I do what I can to keep your dreams alive).</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Good luck braving the face of the sun heat, everyone!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">- Steph</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395641656467548958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841422228668478707.post-81260503414935375282010-05-30T00:15:00.001-05:002010-05-30T00:52:32.009-05:00Today was a selfish day.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At least for me it was. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My day began promptly at noon</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">(don't worry, I woke up earlier than that... I researched grad schools this morning... more on that later)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> </span>when I headed to Northeast Mall to get some makeup. I had forgotten that today is the first day of the shopping frenzy that occurs over Memorial Day Weekend. When I entered the mall, my plan was simple: go directly to Dillards, purchase my makeup <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">(only the thing that I came for, none of the other things they would convince me that I needed) </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">then head straight back to my car and leave. However, as is the case with most of my plans, that's not really how it went. I couldn't pass up ALL of the sales, that would just be wasteful...? And luckily for me, I am unfamiliar with this mall, so I was on the complete opposite side of where I needed to be. That means I got to walk by almost every single store in the building. Aaaand then after I got my makeup, I got to walk by them one more time. 5 for $25 is a great deal <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(and Victoria's Secret only has that sale like, 18 times a year)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">! 40% off, sure, why not? Don't get me wrong, I didn't break the bank by any means, but I spent a lot more than I needed to/should have. Moral #1 of the story: The mall is a trap!</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After I made my way around what may have been every baby stroller in Hurst, Texas and left the mall, I remembered a conversation I had with some youth group girls last night about pedicures. Since I had all day to do nothing, it seemed like the perfect time. Across the stoplight from me there was a nail salon, but it looked out of my price range so I decided to hunt down the place Alyssa mentioned to me over by Tom Thumb.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Do I really only get one more month long Christmas break? One more real summer (this might even be the last one)? No more all nighters? Ok, actually that one is amazing.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Then what? Where? How? Ahh... too many decisions. I'm not good with decisions. It takes me 10 minutes to pick out which shampoo I want to buy.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For fear of quoting a Motion City Soundtrack song, the future freaks me out.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Hey, dummy) </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">d</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">o not be </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">worried about your life... look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Are you not worth much more than they? </span></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And who of you by being </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">worried can </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">add a single hour to his life? </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do not </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">worry then, saying, 'What will we eat?' or 'What will we drink?' or 'What will we wear for clothing?</span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Where will I go for graduate school?)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">for </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">all these things will be added to you. </span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">d</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">o not </span></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">worry about tomorrow</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(For instance, how will you successfully unpack then repack everything you just brought to your moms house?)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Matthew 6:25-34</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(along with some of my own interjections)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Easier said than done, but i'm going to start working on it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[Before you read that blue part you thought it was going to be song lyrics, didn't you? Just making sure you're paying attention (because people read this blog...? Ha).]</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm not assuming that this means I shouldn't take proactive steps and plan well for my future, but I should not waste all of this time worrying and stressing about it. That's helping nobody.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am sorry for being one of those "i'm going to be preachy on my blog" people [then again, this is my blog, I can do what I want]. To counteract that aspect of this long post, here is a funny picture.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><img alt="annie+.lw.language+arts.jpg" src="webkit-fake-url://0836CF8B-2391-4C22-943D-674F763A450B/annie+.lw.language+arts.jpg" /></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Congratulations, graduates! I can't imagene or dreme all of the things you will acheive.</b></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Also notice that achieve is misspelled next to a properly spelled decoration.</b></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Summer, bring it on.</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Steph</span></span></div></span></span></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395641656467548958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841422228668478707.post-76907288094716086652010-04-28T17:25:00.000-05:002010-04-28T17:25:19.874-05:00T-Minus 17 Hours<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The advanced psychology statistics final exam is fast approaching.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As well as our 5 page paper that is due when we take our final.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">All of the survivors of the exam just laughed when I asked them how it went. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Crying, panic attacks and general gnashing of teeth seemed to be the norm for this class.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Since my time in the library was almost completely useless (albeit enjoyable), my plan for tonight involves finishing my paper and blindly studying until I pass out over my SPSS spreadsheets.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If you don't hear from me again, it might mean that the test got the better of me an I am no longer alive.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...Or it could mean that i'm a bad blogger - either way.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Maybe next year i'll get to laugh at the stats students when they're blissfully unaware what exactly is ahead of them. That's the dream.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Steph</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">P.S. Prayers for our whole class would be appreciated, i'm sure. Also for my computer (it tends to shut down when i'm using Windows... soo I hope that doesn't happen tomorrow).</span></span></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395641656467548958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841422228668478707.post-88616742359583317192010-04-28T01:41:00.001-05:002010-04-28T02:17:37.786-05:00If at first you don't succeed...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As you'll notice from the very top of the page, Is This Real Life </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pt. 2</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> is my second attempt at this whole blogging thing. Previously I was using wordpress; however, all of the blogs that I enjoy/creep on were on blogspot, so here we are. Also, I only posted twice on the <a href="http://steponmeburnthertoe.wordpress.com/">last blog</a> (they weren't terrible posts though, I must say haha).</span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Generally all of the blogs that I follow have a set purpose - usually marriage and babies and other grown up things. My blog, however, will not contain any of those aspects. I'm not sure what it will be, but I want one. This summer I want to try to update about my youth internship so that friends and family can stay updated. That sounds legit... right?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At the moment I desperately need to be studying for finals. Motimotion is tomorrow at 10:10am (about 8 hours away) and i've yet to study. Advanced Psychological Statistics is Thursday at 10:10am (32 hours from now) and i'm already dreading it. But here I am, blogging. I take comfort in knowing that I am not alone in my procrastination. As I type, early to bed roommate Susan is typing away on things that are due in a few hours. Finals week brings everyone to the same level (except Ben who does his homework on time or whatever...).</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On a lighter note, life is wonderful. MUSE is in about 5 months, how exciting.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I always like blog updates with pictures, so here are some random happenings to get the ball rolling... In reverse chronological order.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif;"><br />
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</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOegXdlb4Oou_ffrqDXajXi-i_SEcpFiBuxV33utbJhbkZfs8U-cJBriceJFgyHxxc77R3gUDT-B7TgK8oGjuHi5TWeJFqnAH6NkgBsXPI265x98842-LlHFeTs7wx7IGgjVUbhezYUt3/s1600/artsfestival.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465081747647375522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOegXdlb4Oou_ffrqDXajXi-i_SEcpFiBuxV33utbJhbkZfs8U-cJBriceJFgyHxxc77R3gUDT-B7TgK8oGjuHi5TWeJFqnAH6NkgBsXPI265x98842-LlHFeTs7wx7IGgjVUbhezYUt3/s320/artsfestival.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Arts Festival</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf41ulRRLmDsfY-2l1KgIPlgwd1w60FMeEDFrgJNLETjp7jtDoe4Bo1SKnfLG0fuqZlK4jDHb0_vbZPJSk1dFmfHQkAB3L6EttdYKwe0hMWTBrO9op4f0TUD2EmAGjE_tp0BjlcxjOFZP/s1600/kappabanquet.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465081741664369554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf41ulRRLmDsfY-2l1KgIPlgwd1w60FMeEDFrgJNLETjp7jtDoe4Bo1SKnfLG0fuqZlK4jDHb0_vbZPJSk1dFmfHQkAB3L6EttdYKwe0hMWTBrO9op4f0TUD2EmAGjE_tp0BjlcxjOFZP/s320/kappabanquet.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 216px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Kappa Banquet</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbJWzlvoPf50U4NOR-UlozPjpNp-k8CtZ4aoWkCg-OGf0Nunj-PW5zmU6P4Kt2J6hKip2ZtxrbrvL_sdn1WgVKe-ZDZsSrLPZEZnWCtifybm8lARnyOkBVObfGH5eUxVce-qtHCtGPv44/s1600/birthday.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465081733583528498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbJWzlvoPf50U4NOR-UlozPjpNp-k8CtZ4aoWkCg-OGf0Nunj-PW5zmU6P4Kt2J6hKip2ZtxrbrvL_sdn1WgVKe-ZDZsSrLPZEZnWCtifybm8lARnyOkBVObfGH5eUxVce-qtHCtGPv44/s320/birthday.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I turned 21! (But this is also at Kappa Banquet)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMkrVNRfTWdQur3H4Rwr8v84FUTMficXrN38nBKj1lw4-79UDLW3vhcSlI6tsiBD_eK5ed-tdzQS3xRjOe6hPpYEVWSQOGD223N3cfNbfRNMVlISrJsOObK3LweV5JFewx_2E3H5EWaZWy/s1600/pibanquet.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465081726625354914" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMkrVNRfTWdQur3H4Rwr8v84FUTMficXrN38nBKj1lw4-79UDLW3vhcSlI6tsiBD_eK5ed-tdzQS3xRjOe6hPpYEVWSQOGD223N3cfNbfRNMVlISrJsOObK3LweV5JFewx_2E3H5EWaZWy/s320/pibanquet.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 224px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Pi Banquet</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqjMNJpFogE6Uu9miR8DXNPO8gLAMpDbR-GDhH_lC-dmI0oAxsNn2Y1XsAMo2DZSQo4RIfIusloa9DxsNMvi8F_xjhcoeuuXvHF7oTKl09XyMRuU_Lmq6SGS_h9DhQ2pZMvYCg8OcHmsA/s1600/springbreak.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465081722467812514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqjMNJpFogE6Uu9miR8DXNPO8gLAMpDbR-GDhH_lC-dmI0oAxsNn2Y1XsAMo2DZSQo4RIfIusloa9DxsNMvi8F_xjhcoeuuXvHF7oTKl09XyMRuU_Lmq6SGS_h9DhQ2pZMvYCg8OcHmsA/s320/springbreak.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Spring Break 2010 in Chicago!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Steph</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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