Thursday, January 27, 2011

Maintenant, il est plus facile de me trouver.

there, that's much easier.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

une histoire des gilets

Thought I'd fill you in on my adventure in the mall today as I enjoy a small can of sunkist.
The background:
So my roommate J.M.M. has this great addiction to outerwear. AND she is gracious enough to let me borrow items as needed. There is one exception, however, a tan puffy vest that is the holy grail of puffy vests. Well one night last semester J. was already out for the night and I needed something to wear, so I went to her closet and dawned the tan puffy. I then walked to dinner with my friend J.J nearby. Later that night I came home and J. had already come home. I walked into her room to return the puffy. Upon realizing that I had chosen it to wear, she said immediately, "You took the tan puffy! I bet you went to Asian!" I stood there like a frozen squirrel--how did she know I had enjoyed food and conversation at the Hibachi Factory?? Could she smell it?? Turns out she couldn't, but there would have been issues if she could've. We then had to sarcastically, but seriously lay down some ground rules for tan puffy.

Today though, I set out to find a puffy of my own. I left work with one mission: enter West Town Mall and leave with reasonably priced, hopefully tasteful puffy vest. I first went to The Gap (tan puffy is from The Gap), and although they were having a sale, the one vest I tried didn't seem to work great. Then I walked across the hall to AE. I always go in AE and I always leave about 47 seconds later because I feel like I am in middle school. Next, I turned into Eddie Bauer, which for some of you may seem a bit more targeted to parents than college students, but they have come a long way. (By the way my parents adore Eddie Bauer, and they love L.L. Bean even more.) In fact, I was hopeful because Eddie Bauer's stuff is quality and the women who work there are extremely nice. The puffy vests I looked at at first were way too far out of my price range. Quality comes with a cost. So I tried on a few items from the sale rack. And then I found it...The Yukon Classic Down Vest in black....on sale...big time sale. Here is what it looks like in red. Warning this is the most intense model I have ever seen:

(P.S. remember when I blogged last time about turning into my mother and her can read it here)

Anyways, I now love Eddie Bauer a lot. Expect me to dress like that model in my adult future, but hopefully less intense and more happy looking.

I texted J.M.M. and let her know that I got my own puffy, size S, in black, that she was free to borrow it any time, and that she was allowed one Asian meal in it.

How is your wardrobe holding up? Are you digging in the parents' clothes yet or shopping in their favorite stores? Or is it just me?

keep warm,

Monday, January 17, 2011

Anglais Deux Cent Deux

This is that semester. The semester that has real life looming at the end of it. The semester that you take those classes that you let sit awhile while you figured out how to graduate. Classes like English 202.

Slight interjection, can I just say that originally I was in English 254 and whew am I glad I dropped and ran quick? A whole semester of "Witches, Faeries, and the representation of the Female in Literatre" is just not my cup 'o tea, and who spells fairies like that anyway? Plus the syllabus looked a bit thick, and let's be honest, it is that semester.

But I am in ENG 202, or British Literature II 'Wordsworth to Woolfe'. I never took British Literature I. Apparently it's not required.

Blackboard told me my professor was N.H. I looked her up on UT's website because I was hoping for a picture. You can tell so much from a picture. Also, when I was in middle school there was a girl in the grade above me whose name was also N.H. Her dad was also an English teacher. I was actually hoping it would be her. We were friends in middle school. I need to be friends with the person grading my ENG 202 papers. It wasn't middle school N.H.

The picture online did show a pleasant, intelligent looking lady. She was thin with thin blonde hair and crossed her arms like she was British, but maybe that impression only happened because I think taking Brit Lit II would be learned so much better from an actual Brit. My hopes were high heading into the classroom.

Alas, (this is Brit Lit II you know), N.H. was not British but she was pleasant and real intelligent. And we have the same taste in movies. Well I don't actually know if she likes all the movies I like but I do know that she likes period movies set in Britain like Young Victoria and Bright Star. I was the only student in the class to raise my hand to say I'd seen those very good, but not-your-average-blockbuster pictures. So, because of that, N.H. and I are friends.

However, N.H. assigned a two-page paper answering the questions a)What kind of books do you like to read and b)What do you hope to learn from this class. Really, N.H.? Two pages on those absurdly vague questions?

Well, there is a little look into a quarter of my Tuesdays and Thursdays. I should go tap-tap away a my two-pager instead of blog I guess.


Thursday, January 6, 2011

L'année 2010 s'en est allée; "2011, l'année de la patience"

2010 is gone, but what a wonderful year it was!

a of all, I apologize for the lack of posting in the past couple of months. I haven't had internet at my apartment, so blogging has not been a high priority when I manage to snag some wifi.

b of all, even though it is well into the first week of 2011, I want to recap a few things from 2010 (but mostly just a conversation I had with dear friends on Dec. 31 in Jackson)

My New Years Eve was WILLLLLLDDDDD. just kidding.

I had the joy of spending it in Jackson with my sister and 2 sweet friends KNF and RSD (soon to be RDH, or RSH, depending on which name she's keeping. I didn't know people kept their middle names until recently)

Anyways, we ordered a stuffed crust pizza for $10 and watched the ball drop at 11 pm CST and then the Moonpie drop at midnight. Who knew they dropped a Moonpie in Mobile? I wish they would have actually thrown them from the rooftops. During all this, I decided I would ask some questions to my sweet friends that I get to see at best 2 times a year.

Question 1: In 2010, what were 2 moments that you will never forget? (I made it two because RSD got engaged, so the three of us single gals needed a bit more from her.) To be honest, I don't even know if I answered this question, but I'll answer it now.
1. Visiting Sharptop Cove this past Novemeber, seeing the beauty there, walking in healing with my family, and being so excited about the face that God does mighty things at that camp.
2. My cousin calling me to tell me that he and his wife were pregnant. I was in Wal Mart in Halls (the most beautiful Wal Mart in the nation) around 11 pm on a Thursday night. Right there trying on a pair of shoes I cried for absolute joy at the news!

Question 2: Who is someone you met in 2010 that you are thankful you know?
My friend LH. Never have I met someone who so transparently lives to glorify God in her marriage, work, and relationships.

Question 3: What is something you learned in 2010?
I learned that I may not be a fraternal twin, as my sister and I were told for the first 22 years of our life. We were told that we had different blood types which made us fraternal. However, in May 2010, we found out that we actually both have the same blood type. This doesn't make us identical, but it means that we might be.

Questions 4: What is something you did for the first time in 2010?
I sewed a quilt. It is about the size of a double bed. Whew it took forever, and it is by no means perfect. In the end it took me a few days to even like it. I wanted perfection. This quilt is not. Sewing is something I love, but it is something that continues to humble me, which I guess is a good thing.


I actually don't like this picture, but it will have to do. In person, the yellow is a lot less dominant.

I wanted to ask 2011 questions after the Moonpie dropped, but I got vetoed and we went to watch some movies.

On January 2 I was traveling back east across the state and my sisters and I stopped at Arbys. The staff there was having a little bit of a rough time figuring out the lunch rush. Let's just say it wasn't "fast" food. At all. When we did get our food, though, and turned to leave, an elderly gentlemen looked at my sister and I and said, "Ladies, 2011, the year of patience." Those are good words.

I'd love to hear some of your answers to these questions. Happy 2011! Be patient.


Friday, December 3, 2010

The season will be full of stories, of family and friends, of Christmases long ago, of memories and hopes and half forgotten days gone by. And in the midst of them, we must take care that we do not neglect the telling of the story. We must be present to its telling, if we hope for it to touch our hearts. We are the ones who must ponder in our hearts what all of this has to teach us about the Story of us all.
It will be up to us to leave our flocks unattended for a while. It will fall to us to manage our time and our energy and our calendars and our schedules. We are the ones who must make sure that there is a place and the time to be silent and thoughtful, to rest and contemplate. We are the ones who must seek out the time to prepare our hearts and minds for the coming of the Night of the Child.
-Night of the Child by Robery Benson

Saturday, November 27, 2010

deux mois plus tard

"Now if God can take a tiny seed and, in the process of giving it his life, endow it with a knowledge of what it is supposed to be; if he can give it the purpose and strength and fruitfulness to not only accomplish it all, but to perpetuate itself as well; and if he can give it an inner calendar to tell it when all of this is supposed to be done, why is it so hard to believe he has done the same for our hearts?
Since he has done this for tomatoes and thistles and beans and dandelions, it shouldn't stretch our credibility to much to believe that his his image in us, the image inherent in the life he gives to each of us, is calling us to be.
The trick is to hear his voice, to believe it, and to trust it."
See You at the House by Bob Benson

Monday, September 27, 2010

j'ai des bottes de pluie jolies.

When you aren't always the fashion forward female of the group, it is always surprising and refreshing to be told that what you are wearing is cute.

Today, though, brought the rain, so I brought out my RAIN BOOTS!
Many thanks for the complements.