Monday, January 23, 2012

Waffle House Princess.

My beloved backpack got some new swag this weekend.

As one of my friends joked, "Now you just need to find your Waffle House prince!"
Haha. Yeah. About that....


I'm not completely sure what being a "Waffle House Princess" entails, but I gotta believe whoever designed this pin had me in mind.



The first of my countles visits to the Waffle House in Tallahassee.

Chocolate chip waffle, melted butter.
Small order of hashbrowns, smothered and covered.

And then a small slice of triple chocolte pie if I'm feeling crazy. 

  
It's all about the little things in life. 


Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Goodwill Hunting.

I love Goodwill.
Like, LOVE it.
I think it's one of those things that makes me, "me".

And this is me showing off the ridiculous amount of things I scored yesterday.
For a grand total of $25.

Estee Lauder and Clinique. In perfect condition. For 50 cents each.
Hello, backpack organization.

Beach cover-ups.
I don't know if you can tell, but the black one has this cool lace thing going on.
And I might bust out the sewing machine and turn the striped one into a shirt. 

This picture makes whatever this thing is look small, but it's actually pretty big.
Definitely big enough to be a rockin' table centerpiece with a vase of flowers in the middle. 

FSU gear.
As perfect as the Chop It Like Its Hot shirt seems, the "its" is missing an apostrophe. Which I realized hours after I brought it home.


A cool vintage-y belt and yet another scarf to add to my collection.

A pink gingham button down and a cheetah print cardigan.


Two completely average 8X10 frames.
Hint: You really don't have to pay full price for frames at Target/Wal-Mart/etc. Every Goodwill I have ever been to has had a large assortment of "like new" frames for less than $4. 

Crocs! In my size! For $2!
I don't know exactly where or when I'll have the opportunity to wear them without looking like a fool, but hopefully the opportunity will present itself.

Because an organized apartment is a happy apartment.


Hanging up my belts just got a whole, whole lot easier. 


Bottom line: if you as broke and as cool with germs as I am, then Goodwill is a wonderful place to spend an afternoon.

Love you all! 
And thank you for consistently coming back to read my ramblings. 


Monday, January 16, 2012

A long, long way to go.


I so often take for granted the countless and immeasurable freedoms I spend my days enjoying.

Probably because I have never felt like a victim of injustice.
Never, ever. 

As we celebrate the beauty that was the life of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr, let's also acknowledge that there are still entire populations of people enslaved to injustice in the year 2012. 

Millions of women and children throughout the world are currently in bondage to human sex trafficking. 
A brutal reality that my mind doesn't want to think about. 

I have an 18 year old cousin (second cousin, technically) named Madison who is half way around the world climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro with around 30 other women in an effort to raise awareness, prayers, and finances to free those that have been sold into sex slavery.



From Madison's Facebook.
I don't think it's a real tattoo?


Here is a link to The Freedom Climb.
I would encourage you to read about the cause and support it prayerfully or financially if you are so inclined. 


Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
-Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. 



Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Teacher talk.

As you might already know, I'm getting a degree in Social Studies Education and I'm graduating next spring. 
Translation: I'll be certified to teach anything on the History/Geography/Government/Economics spectrum to a classroom of students ranging from 6 - 12th grade at the ripe age of 22.

source

My last few semesters have been jam packed with required lectures, required readings, required projects, and required papers that are supposed to help me learn "How To Be A Teacher". 

And some of it has.
 But the majority of it all has just felt like surface level busy work. 

I'm realizing that I've learned way more about being a teacher by simply just being a student for the past 15 years.


Today's topic: Classroom Environment

Exhibit A: The teacher begins the first day of class with a cheesy icebreaker game. The teacher genuinely wants to get to know her students. Students are forced to share basic information about themselves. Strangers bond and friendships form. The teacher has created a relationship with the students. Students feel more comfortable participating in class discussions. Students are more apt to complete textbook readings in order to be able to participate. Students look forward to class because of their friends, the teacher, and the class activities that await them. 

Exhibit B: The teacher calls roll. The teacher lectures. The teacher assigns textbook reading. The teacher gets frustrated when nobody in the class wants to read the textbook, answer her questions, or participate in class discussion. 

I've endured my fair share of Exhibit B, but it seems as if all of my classes this semester mimic exhibit A. 
So I'm pretty pumped.


Sunday, January 8, 2012

A love story.

Recently I read a book about understanding your God-given self worth and I wanted to share this excerpt. 
It completely resinated with me and it might with you too. 


Imagine God sitting alone at a table in an elegant restaurant. Across from Him is an empty seat, reserved for you. As time draws on, He wonders why you haven't responded to the invitation. He takes a peek outside the door of the restaurant and hears a noise coming from the back parking lot. Recognizing the familiar sound of your voice, He follows the sound until it leads Him... to a dumpster.
Behind the rusted metal wall, He can hear you talking to yourself: "Ooh. Pizza crust. Sweet! There's some chocolate left on the inside of that candy wrapper!"
Despite the location, He's glad to have found you, and He calls you by name. You cautiously poke your head above the dumpster, and God looks at you with love, and a little sad smile. He's sad that you're in the dumpster, but He's smiling because you don't realize there's an entire banana peel in your hair. Hiding within the security of the massive container, you're hesitant to hear what He has to say. But you're curious.
"I have a feast waiting for you inside. There's Australian lobster tail, white wine, creme brulee... There's even a little card at your place with your name on it. But your seat was empty. So I came looking for you. Would you come inside with me?"
You're silent. But your mind is whirring with doubts. You squint your eyes at Him and reply, "I can't see any lobster. I don't even smell the food. How do I know you're not going to pull me out of here so that you can starve me to death?"
Before giving Him a chance to reply, you drop back into the dumpster and stare at the familiar rusted walls. Perhaps you've been in the dumpster so long that you hardly notice the stench. You reason to yourself, "It's not that bad in here. At least when I'm in the dumpster, I know what to expect. I'm on my own, and I can do it myself. I don't need anyone's help." But as hard as you try to convince yourself otherwise, you know you're still hungry. You wonder, "Maybe He's telling the truth. Maybe there is something better."
But as soon as you begin to hope, a voice inside shuts you down, "No. Even if He is telling the truth, I don't belong in that restaurant. Look at me. Everyone will stare. Everyone will cringe at the smell of me. They'll all know where I've been. I can't fool them. I should just stay here." 
Sitting on a mound of leftovers, you listen for the footsteps of God walking away, but He isn't moving. He's waiting. Minutes pass by, and you hear nothing. Your breathing slows down, and then you hear Him again. 
"Trust me and take my hand. I know you can't see what I want to give you. The only way I can give you what will satisfy you is if you trust in my completely. I love you as you are...but sweetheart, I can't roll your dumpster into the restaurant. If you want to come with me, you need to let go. I won't force you to do anything. I can only ask you to trust."
Notice, God does not shame you. He doesn't say, "Look at yourself. You should know better!" He does not motivate you with fear: "If you stay there, you're just going to end up getting burned at the city dump!" Instead, He loves you. He knows that if you His love, your life will never be the same. He can only wait and hope that you'll remember the promise made thousands of years earlier through His servant David in Psalm 84, "Better is one day in Your house, than thousands elsewhere."
Take His hand and do not be afraid to hope. Your future depends on it. 


I used to be in the girl in the dumpster. Desperately trying to fill a void with unhealthy relationships and attention-seeking decisions because, as an American teenager, that seemed like what I was expected to do.  I didn't realize that the void in my heart that caused so much sadness, longing, and dissatisfaction could only be filled by a relationship with Jesus. The One who loves me more and knows me better than anybody on this earth ever could. 

God never promises to make us wealthy and healthy. But He does promise us peace in knowing Him. Peace in our hearts, peace in our minds. Peace as a result of the hope and joy we have knowing that He has already planned out our future. And since He is the designer or our being and the author of our circumstance, wouldn't He know what's best for us? 

Sometimes fully trusting in the Lord requires letting go of something that we settled for. Whether that be a lifestyle, relationship, or anything that defines us. We figure, "Well, this is probably as good as it's going to get. What if I give it up and nothing better ever comes along? I'd rather just have this than something worse."

But God knows the depths of our hearts. He knows our dreams and our desires and all of the little quirks that make us individuals. And like a parent that unconditionally loves their child, He wants to give us those things. He wants to give us a future better than we could have ever imagined and certainly more satisfying than a lifetime full of settling. 

I obviously don't claim to know everything about the Bible, everything about the history of the world, or everything there is to know about everything. 
But I do know that a couple of years ago I decided to take a step of faith and fully put my trust in Jesus. 
And it's proven itself to be the best decision I ever made.






and was given to me by a dear family friend and an amazing woman of God. 
It was a lot more about responding to our self-worth and a lot less about simply getting dates. 
If I had a daughter ages 7th grade and up, I would for sure read through it with her. And her group of friends. 
I probably would have died of embarrassment if my mom suggested that in seventh grade, but that's beside the point. 


Thursday, January 5, 2012

Tallahappy.

I'm back in Tallahassee and I don't know about you, but my first five days of 2012 have been SO great. 
I'm pretty sure that FSU resumed classes earlier than every other university in the country, but that's my only complaint.

(source) 


Here are some of the little things that have been making me smile like crazy lately: 


Writing down a weekly meal plan. 
By planning out my meals I've been eating much healthier and much cheaper. Plus, my roommate/bestie is doing the same thing, so that makes it a lot easier. 

Waking up at 7:00 in the morning, every morning. 
This has given me time to cook a healthy breakfast, enjoy a quiet time/devotional, work out, and take my sweet time getting ready for class. I love a good routine and I hate rushing. 

Replacing Diet Coke. 
Coffee in the morning, water throughout the day. 
It's been a long time coming. 

Enjoying the low temperatures.
Well, the temperatures are low enough to deck myself out in my beloved boots, scarves, and jackets... But still nothing like the Boone Winter of 2010.  (Thank God. Literally. Praising Him that I don't have to experience that again.)

Starting off a new semester of classes.
Usually this would make me want to cry, but this semester all of my classes are filled with my social science education major friends. Heck yeaaahhh history nerds. 

Catching up with my sweet friend, Abby.
I'm so thankful that we have stayed close despite our long distance-ness. Homegirl is ENGAGED and getting married in August! Super stoked to be a bridesmaid and to visit her hometown of Rocky Mount, NC for the first time. 

Live-streaming Passion 2012. 
I would have love love loovvveeeddd to be there in person, but it just didn't work out this year. 
But I DID get to watch it in my bed through my internet/HDMI cable/new TV, so that was pretty great too. 


And the list goes on. 

I hope y'all have been enjoying the onset of 2012 as much as I have!




Monday, January 2, 2012

We'll always be hangin' around.

After a whirlwind flurry of a Christmas break, I have safely arrived to my home away from my real home. 

I change my mind daily about where I want to live post-graduation. 
Probably some big Southern city. (Atlanta? Austin? Birmingham?)
Just to try it out the whole living in a big city thing.
Since I've never done that. 
Unless you consider Tallahassee a big city, which 3/4 of the FSU student body does not. 

But regardless of where I end up, it's nice to know that my hometown roots will stay firmly planted. 
My family isn't going anywhere and my 21 years of memories aren't either. 


Not the worst way to ring in the new year. 

"There ain't a corner of this hallow ground that we ain't laughed or cried on.
It's where we loved, lived, and learned real life stuff.
It's everything we're made of."
(Jason Aldean)


This is one of those music videos that will forever affect how you listen to the song. And I'd suggest you watch it.