un aperçu de la vie nous étions destinés à vivre

a couple weeks ago I got to get really really messy having good, clean fun. GHS, where I am a Young Life leader, joined up with CHS for the end-of-the-year Ice Cream Olympics. It is literally one of my favorite nights of the entire year. I laid a blanket in the back seat of my car and put bottom-sheets on the two front seats in preparation for the night ahead. 7:30 p.m. we started with wheel-barrow races to fish swedish fish out of whipped cream ( I haaate whipped cream, but it was worth it), then an over/under block of ice cream race, then a 'make it dissappear' race,

then it was CHAOS.

but it was pure chaos.

not simply chaos. I mean pure in that there was no defilement.

this was a night of adventure. pure adventure.

we laughed because it was pure fun.

my friends experienced a glimpse of the life we were meant to live.

my sweet girls

GHS YL!

love these two!

and these three

afterwards at McDonalds

my wonderful team

so we started at 7:30 and I got back to my apt around 10:30, still covered in dried ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate syrup and strawberry syrup to take a looong shower. I smelled interesting for days to say the least.

hope you can have a adventure soon!

love,

je prends une pause.

okaaaay. so it is finals week. everyone should clasp their hands together and shake them gallantly on either side of their head. its here...the week where all they ask of us is to study and come in and take a test for a maximum of two hours...oh wait except for Capstone French 44o, where today I frantically ravaged my brain for ideas to make 10 pages of material come from this topic:

La conversation, des éléments du discours et le discernement:

Les outils du langage pour montrer le bon goût

translations: conversations, elements of discourse and discernment: tools of language to show good taste.

well, at least I hope. please don't correct me if that is wrong. I slapped that title on as I printed in out in a far too crowded major state university library.

so basically, I used two 17th century works to prove all that, and I now want to forget it all. The beauty of how ridiculously arbitrary it was is that I can. So I am taking a break from sitting with the computer on my lap--i seriously think i the imprint stayed on my leg all day.

I still have 3 exams to go, including one tomorrow in the a.m. so i'm off to study! well maybe i'll watch the Castle episode that I missed. Please tell me you love the show Castle. If you haven't watched, its not too late, and it is wonderful!

peace,

pour dimanche

"always do the next right thing."

-my dad

à ma chérie, la seule et unique Jornado

This post is dedicated to my dear, the one and only: Jornado.

sis, I happen to love this photo. I know your hair is short and it is pre-braces, but it is soooooo you.

Let's play one of my favorite games.

If you really knew the Jornado, you would know....

...the poor girl is left all alone at home with her sisters and brother away grown up or at college, but she's handling it like a champ.

...she is mastering the piano--an actual musical instrument, ha!

...she just returned from Israel & dominated the falafel, I'm sure.

...she'll do just about anything because she is crazy fun.

...she loves to laugh and tell funny stories.

...she is real good at sewing; see folks we suddath girls all know our way around a Singer.

...she loves Jesus, and teaches me all the time things about the Heavenly Father we share.

well, folks, I could go on all day, but I am supposed to be working on a 15 page paper due thursday. oh great!

love,

un jour sans ma montre.

real quick before I head to bed, I wanted a piece of my day today.

But first of all you need to know a few things

1. I love wearing a watch. I love wearing a watch for two reasons:

a of all: I love knowing/answering if some asks the time without looking at my cell phone

b of all: the watch tan line proves I have a tan. no matter how awful it looks, it is evidence that even though my tan is your pale, I'm still tan.

2. I love analog watches. I love analog watches for two reasons:

a of all: they don't beep.

b of all: I think they are more refined. In fact, I can remember being a little girl and putting my dad's NCAA watch on--like this one : but it is all gold and it stretchs. but even with it all closed up, it was always HUGE on my arm. My mom is a fan of the gold and silver loose chain watches. I think these are rather annoying because it is always a hassle to see the time. Clearly the head of the watch falls to the low side of you arm and it jingle-jangles all day long. Still, I'd put hers on too just for kicks and pretend to be grown up.

My watch is plain, go figure. It has a dark brown leather band. It was 12 dollars at Target. The face is silver and it is small. (gotta keep the tan line visible but not dominating, you know).

Anyways, the point of this is that today I went without my watch. I spent the day not scheduled. This doesn't mean I never knew what time it was. No, I have a clock by my bed, on the oven, on the cell phone that I unintentionally, but gratefully left at the apartment both times I left today and on my computer screen which has and will be keeping me company as I drudge through multiple 10+ papers that I have to get done soon. very soon.

But, when I went for a run and when I went for ice cream, ahem Menchies, with sweet friends, I didn't worry about the time. I was just there. It was wonderful.

Now it time for bed, lots of writing to finish and start tomorrow. love,

mon cafe du jour (et parfois deux fois par jour)

ante meridiem or post meridiem (tonight for sure, thank you 10 page French paper), this stuff is my love.

I just went to their Web site to pull the photo and found there is a "Mocha" grind.

mmm! However, I do sometimes feel like I am cheating on my city, the home of JFG coffee.

here's to my fellow addicts!

love,

la vie d'une jumelle.

Well, just one bit of interesting news. But, if you really new me you'd know that the phrase, "long story short" doesn't amount to a hill of beans, so here goes.

When I was born...not kidding, we're starting here...my mom had to get a shot b/c she's Rh negative. I don't know all the science behind it, but as a result, my twin sister and I also had some blood tests done. This resulted in us knowing our blood types--hers O+ and mine A-, so my parents knew we were fraternal.

This proved to be hard to believe for most people who for the past 22 years have pretty much assumed we're identical, and we had to repeat over and over that we had different blood types.

This all changed on thursday. She had was giving blood at her college for the first time in her life. I am not sure why she'd never given before. Seems like I've given a ton of times. Anyways, they pricked her finger and squeezed it into the tubey thingy and then dropped in on a slide (ps she took the MCAT saturday; she's going to die laughing if she reads 'tuby thingy' ha!) They nurse lady dropped some other liquid, dropped it onto the slide, swirled the two together, looked under a light, and noted her findings.

My sis, being the gal who was about to take the MCAT decided to find out what the nurse lady was doing. The nurse lady said she was just determining what blood type my sis was and found that she was A-. (now quick, look back up and note that this is not the original findings from birth day.) Sis was dumbfounded, explained the situation, and asked some questions. The nurse lady proved to be not much help, and I've decided probably not the brightest of nurse ladies in the world, but we'll let it go.

Well, sis calls me with the news. This means that at the age of 22 we found out we might have an identical twin. So cool, so different. I call my roommate, text some others, and we conference call our brother. The parentals were out of the country. We were only supposed to call them if "there was blood involved, a lot of blood," (said the mother-like-no-other). I justified there being a lot of blood involved and we tried to conference them in. They didn't answer. Lame.

Skip to today: The parentals arrived home around 6 a.m. and I called around 12:30 post church. The mother-like-no-other answered and promptly called me by my sister's name. I corrected her. She apologized, then said, "Well y'all might be identical, so I guess I have more of an excuse."

The end, I'll let you know if we find out for sure. Anyone know how much DNA testing is these days?

oh and, did this today because I love not writing papers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hz0Mjw3SBRM

I'm a dork, enjoy!