Friday, October 22, 2010

the week is over!

Today I conceded in defeat as Heather bested me in our niceness competition. I put up a valiant fight but ultimately she was victorious.

My gifts to her:
Nice text messages.
A lip gloss watch.
No Bake cheesecake.
Girardelli dark chocolate.
A pink drink coozie that says "World's Greatest Everything".
A watercolor painting of her wearing cool shades.
A cheesy "thinking of you" card.

Her gifts to me:
Nice text messages.
Blue pumpkin filled with various candies.
Mt. Dew.
Blue highlighter.
A box of Daylight Donuts.
Hand warmers.
A t-shirt that says "Half BFF/Half Superhero".
Weezer "Hurley" CD.
A pink tiara.

There are probably some things I left off but anyway...I was nice and told her she won. Maybe I really won, since I "let" her win. Hmm...

Anyway, this morning I was spraying some cologne on me and my bottle was messed up. Therefore I smelled strongly all day. Started the day off right!

This afternoon, Anna, Zach, and I went to Strick's to get burgers. As we got there, Zach said something that Anna jokingly replied to with, "You're not in God's will." Zach, in all seriousness, said, "God has a will?" He was thinking of a will & testament. Hilarious.

An aside note: Strick's has awesome burgers and they are cheap! I got mine today along with a Coke for $2.79. Beat that.

This week was so hectic. I had 2 tests and 2 papers due this week so needless to say I didn't get a whole lot of sleep. I am so glad it's over.

Next week I have 3 tests, though, so I am not looking forward to that. But hopefully I can get some rest this weekend.

Tonight we are having band practice in preparation for tomorrow morning. We will be playing at the Potts Camp fall festival. Then next week we have the Waterford fall festival to prepare for. Busy busy.

But now I leave you to take a nap. However I will post a pic of my sweet aforementioned t-shirt that I very discreetly took in the bathroom at school. Have a good weekend everybody.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

late night truths

Well, I'm up late tonight working on school work. I've written two papers and still have a test to study for, but I'm taking a break. I've already played Wii for 30 minutes and watched TV for another 30. Now it's time to blog.

Here are some things I have learned by being awake this late:

1.) Late night TV is terrible.

2.) Every other commercial is for some extraordinary new awesome ab cruncher device.

3.) Delirium sets in.

4.) You tend to contemplate buying said ab cruncher.

5.) Research papers written after 12 AM are kinda fun. Seriously, things get more interesting. Like, for instance, tonight I learned that a doctor who worked for the US government was responsible for the two deaths and the subsequent anthrax hysteria in 2001. When he found out he would be prosecuted, he killed himself. Crazy, huh? I was amazed. The 5 pages pretty much wrote themselves.

6.) Itt seams funee two mispel werdz

7.) Ha ha, that was funny!

8.) Why do people say "Woo!" at concerts when the lead singer says, "HOW Y'ALL DOIN' TONIGHT???"

9.) Seriously, why?

10.) I am too old for all nighters.

Monday, October 18, 2010

being nice

Heather Ewing and I have a friendly experiment going this week. We are going to try to be as nice as possible to one another for an entire week. Normally there is much trash talk that goes on between us, but for just one week we will be civil.

For instance, today she showed me a note I'd written on her study guide for our next Old Testament test. It said, "Heather is a big dummy". I had to think fast...I changed it to "Heather is a big dummy ray of sunlight!". But today she also upped the stakes by a large margin. When I walked into class, this was at my seat.

She's good! So this means, of course, that I need to do something extra awesome on Wednesday. I'll fill you in as it happens.

Friday, October 15, 2010

how could you be so pointless?

I have no humorous (British spelling) anecdotes to share today, but I will tell a few of the fun things that happened on this glorious Friday. Since I've decided to blog every day, I am always on the lookout for hilarity. Some days it just doesn't happen. Today was one of those days.

Yesterday I was asked to bring hamburgers for a joint birthday lunch at school. Now I don't fix food very often, but I jumped at this opportunity. My dad makes great burgers (he calls his "World Famous") and I have learned this recipe from him. I have since added a few things that I think take them above and beyond the realm of awesome. Of course, I'm keeping this recipe a secret. Sorry.

So anyway, last night I got my ingredients and started mixing. Then I stopped and thought about what I was doing. I was pushing and pulling and grinding and kneading the insides of a dead cow. Sick! Another ingredient I was adding is also considered a dead animal (it's a secret, figure it out). The entire ordeal made me a little queasy. Still, a well-made burger tastes so good that after they are ready, I don't think about the poor dead livestock. I just think about the heavenly taste.

Well today I was in class and Dr. Betty Hearn mentioned that she had a terrible morning. Anna Russell and I offered her a burger. Anna then kindly called us "suck-up"s and I realized that it was true. She said she may take us up on the offer. She never did. There go our bonus points!

Finally the time came to enjoy the burgers. The birthday dudes came waltzing in (not really, that would be weird) and we gave them a sitting ovation. As we dressed our burgers and ate chips, dip, and cookies, I experienced something new. Dale's steak seasoning on a burger is really good! The only other condiment at the table was mayo, and I detest the stuff. Why you ask? Ok, I'll tell you.

When I was a lowly stocker/bag boy at Carlisle's Big Star in the early 2000s, I witnessed a woman slam her cart into a display of glass jars of Hellman's. She seemed to get a sick joy out of seeing me sadly walk to the back and get a mop & bucket. Mean lady.

After scooping and mopping for what seemed like hours, I finally had all the white grossness cleaned off the floor. Yet I smelled like a human batch of potato salad. Ever since, the sight/smell/thought of mayonnaise has made me dry heave.

Corey Hall then told a story about a prank some guys pulled on his brother. They took an ice cream cone, filled it with mayo, then put a dab of ice cream on top to disguise the nastiness. After goading him into devouring the cone like Randy from "A Christmas Story" did with mashed potatoes, he got mad and probably questioned his faith in humankind. This effectively ruined my appetite.

Anyway, lunch was great. Ben Spencer and Zach Pickle (ironically he was the only pickle at the table, due to our forgetfulness) seemed to enjoy their feast. And another Friday had a happy...middle. Not ending.

How's that for a pointless post? Enjoy your weekend!

Thursday, October 14, 2010

is a black bear a rebel?

If you are from the North Mississippi area, then you are well aware of the Ole Miss mascot issue. Today, the internet has been flooded with thoughts on the new mascot that was chosen. If you haven't seen it, then here it is:

In 2003, the University dropped Colonel Reb from appearing at games because he was "offensive". The strange thing is that I can somewhat understand this train of thought. If a southern plantation owner is offensive to African-Americans, that makes sense. But when I saw Colonel Reb as a kid, I never thought of him as a plantation owner. I just thought he was a cool looking old dude with a big head. But whatever. Does he offend you?

Anyway, I think the bear is a stupid idea. Maybe it will rub off on me, I dunno. I'm an Ole Miss fan and have been for my entire life...but honestly, a mascot is the least of their worries. If your football team is lousy, why do you need a mascot?

And now for some amusing tweets/Facebook statuses on the subject (edited for content, not spelling).

@Mitch_Harper: Ole Miss chose a Black Bear as their next mascot instead of Admiral Ackbar? Lame.


Ricky Murphy The only way to make Rebel Bear ok with me is if they put a real bear on the field like MSU does with Bully.

Mike Poole a black bear. Hotty Toddy? On my way to see Clinton speak, maybe he'll repute the vote as a stupid idea.

If the Ackbar tweet doesn't make sense to you, check out this video.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

hygienic instructions, also my 100th post!

Today I was walking out of class, about to head home. Many things ran through my mind: I have a big paper due tomorrow, homework I haven't finished, Power Point to get ready for tonight's worship, performing worship itself, and so on. My brain was rattling with all of these thoughts. Then I blog! I had promised to try and update daily, yet today I had absolutely nothing of interest to share.

I drove to the nearest gas station and stopped, since I had to take care of some business in the men's room. I didn't use the restrooms at school because I was too busy talking on the way out. I have a bad habit of doing that. What can I say, I like to be relational. And I know, TMI. Anyway, I wouldn't have shared that if it didn't bring me to my next point. I found my blog topic! Above the sink at the restroom in the gas station was this sign:

I know it's blurry, but come on. Seriously? Who doesn't know how to wash their hands?

And congratulations! This is my 100th blog on here, and it's kinda hard to believe. I have used this thing sporadically over the years, but am excited for the next 100. Thanks for reading my ramblings.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

why you shouldn't do homework late at night

Today in Advanced Grammar we went over some homework that dealt with the correct tenses of commonly confused verbs. Examples include: lie, lay, set, sit, sat, and so on. So as we are calling out answers, I laughed. Why? Because of a stupid mistake I made while working on this late one night. See if you can find my mistake. It's pretty obvious.

Monday, October 11, 2010


I want to make a conscious effort to blog more regularly. Today I asked myself, "Why don't I just post whenever something interesting happens?" I'll tell you why not. Because of Facebook & Twitter. They have sort of ruined blogging. But I will try and save some nuggets of hilarity for this blog, too.

Like today, I was browsing through the Blue Mountain bookstore and I saw this:

In our digital age, haven't CD sales dropped dramatically? Do people really need a CD opener keychain? Would you still buy one?

Friday, October 8, 2010

life changes

My life is so different from when I started this blog. It's pretty wild when I think about all of the things that have happened in the last few years, the way my life has been bent and molded and changed. At times it has been absolutely overwhelming. Sometimes it has been frustrating. And other times, exciting...but never boring.

Right now I am 27 years old. I am basically living day by day, hoping and praying for the best. I am in school again and the joys and frustrations of college life have taken some getting used to, trust me. I have been writing papers and taking tests. I've been discussing things that I haven't thought of in years. Most of my classes are English courses, and they are helping me to become a better writer. Of course this blog doesn't show that...I neglect it far too much.

But the main way I have been changed has been in my faith. I've seen God work miracles in my life. There are things I can't explain. People have randomly come to me when I've needed encouragement. My parents have given me so much in regards to love and support that I could never repay them. I couldn't ask for better people to have in my life. I have been loved and helped by people for my entire life, and I am truly learning to do the same.

This leads me to the meat of my post. Thanks for sticking with me so far.

The other day, I was driving home from school. I had been in classes all day, taking tests and quizzes, and I  was extremely tired on my journey back to my apartment. As I drove, I saw an old man on the side of the road standing beside his car. He looked lost, sad, even scared. I continued driving, thinking about that man. He looked like my Grandpa. But I didn't stop.

As I took the next turn, I heard a still, small voice speak to me deep in my subconscious. It was saying, "Go back." I ignored the voice, as I regrettably sometimes do. I kept driving, thinking about the nap I would take when I got home. I turned another corner and the voice became louder. "Go back!" I drove a little further until I could swear I heard a shout. "GO BACK!"

I turned on my blinker and pulled into a driveway. I sat there for a moment, thinking about what had just happened. How could I be so selfish? The man needed help. Was I too important to help him? Was my life really so special that I couldn't be bothered by some old man? Regret filled my mind, and I pulled out of the driveway back toward the man and his car.

As I approached, the old man was sitting in his car. It was in the same place, and he was resting. I rolled down my window as I got closer to him. "Are you okay, sir? Do you need any help?" I started feeling good about myself. I was truly being a good Samaritan. The old man looked at me and said, "No thanks. I ran out of gas, my wife is on her way with a gas can. Appreciate it though."

I was a little miffed, in a weird way. Here I had driven back after a distinct call to go and check on this man, and he just dismissed me? He didn't even need my help? Why did I bother? I couldn't figure it out.

As I drove home, a thought entered my mind. The point of going back to check on the man wasn't so that I would do a good deed for the day, or that I could say that I tried. The point was that I listened to God's calling. But the larger, uglier point was that I had initially dismissed the call. Twice. I was very saddened by this. I beat myself up in my mind for the rest of my commute. It wasn't until I got home and sat down that I understood the real gravity of the situation.

Christians are called to be like Christ. What does that mean? That we go to church and smile all the time? Or maybe that we fight continually about issues? No. We are supposed to do what Christ did, and that is to offer help to those who need it the most. This old man needed help. It is possible that I could have helped him if I had stopped immediately when I first saw him. Instead he got his wife to assist him. I almost missed an opportunity to be like Christ by doing something that He never did: I thought of myself before others.

It was quite a lesson to learn. Then, another way of looking at the situation hit me just as suddenly. Regardless of whether or not a person needs your help, you can at least try. The odds are that most of the people who have encouraged me lately didn't know that I specifically needed encouragement at that particular time. Sometimes I receive it when things are actually going great. It doesn't make it any less special.

So a summary of my thoughts as well as a small piece of advice to you, dear reader, is to not ignore God's call. Never underestimate what He is trying to teach you. And don't overthink every situation in your life. Every experience of your life is but a small piece of a much bigger puzzle that you can put together little by little. Life makes much more sense when we just push our thoughts away and simply go.

Thursday, October 7, 2010


New blog coming to you SOON.

In the meantime, check out this awesome video. I did a paper on it and made a 99.