blog switcharoo
so... I don't know how many people even check this particular address, but I figured I should leave official word that Blogspot has frustrated me for the last time and I've exported this blog over to http://petiteartichoke.wordpress.com/ . Come visit me there!
on being "indie"
I enjoyed this article quite a bit. My favorite excerpt:
ree yourself from being defined by what you buy or do not buy. Define yourself by the things you cannot purchase: values, ethics, and what you actually do. Let your actions speak louder than your ironic message tee. Want to be truly independent from mainstream society?
-Use your free time to serve people, not numb your mind with entertainment.
-Be courteous
-Stop “finding yourself” and embrace commitment and responsibility
-Don’t wear outdoorsy apparel, go camping
-Don’t spend big bucks to look like you shop at a thrift store, actually shop at one
-Don’t be ironic and sarcastic, be sincerely passionate
-Don’t just buy clothes and cell phones that support a charity, become charitable
-Don’t just buy a political bumper sticker, get involved in politics
summer things
I'm not going to beat myself up about the long, long interval between the last post and this, since I don't really have much of a readership to miss me, for one thing, and this writing is more just a personal catharsis, for another.
Anyway, life has moved very fast since the beginning of May. Finishing my second-to-last semester of college, spending time with my family and working on wedding plans, flying out here to Baltimore for the summer, a new job, a new (temporary) home, lots of lovely time with my fiance... I'm so blessed, more than I could ever ask or think. My Father is far too good to me.
Summer is flying by too quickly: beach trip, strawberry picking, parties, new cities, swimming, sno-balls, playing with the kiddos. They're all flying by too quickly to be summed up by much more than lists -- and hopefully a few photos, once I buy my new Macbook and Photoshop.
I still miss my own family, though.
hurt + confusion
I just saw this conversation on a friend's blog:
"Me: I don't think I am leaving much of a mark on OBU.
Mom: You're not supposed to. You are supposed to let what you learned at OBU leave a mark on you so that you can go leave a mark on the world. So what would you rather do--leave a mark on Arkadelphia, or leave a mark on the world?"
She's right --- it's much too easy to forget that. And it's so hard sometimes to remember why I'm here.
in lieu of studying
I've been struggling to scrape together my last few remnants of self-discipline to begin studying for finals. Like I was telling Paz, it's all Matthew's fault for introducing me to LOST so close to the end of the semester... Prayer and study break-calls are always appreciated.
I was on nursery duty this morning with 5 little boys, ages two and three... basically an hour and a half of being attacked with blocks, toy food, hand puppets, and trains. Oh, and then there was little Ben, who just walked right up to me and smacked me on the bum -- for fun. What are they teaching kids these days?! I don't think I did that sort of thing back in my nursery days. Degenerate days...
Anyway. I'm dying to get back to a city, to get wedding decisions out of the way, to go shopping with my sister, to be on the other side of the counter at the coffee shop. I can't wait for summer in Baltimore and exciting research at the base (hopefully!) and Sno-Ball runs and trampoline jumping and swimming and hiking and being close to Matthew. It's going to be wonderful.
Now if I could only get through these exams.
