I received a text message from a dear friend of mine. It said - "When you don't pay your electric bill, they turn off your electricity. Thought you would like to know that as I sit in the dark." I asked her if she had a planner. You see, I have started using a planner, and in my planner, I write down when my bills are due. It helps. I also write my weekly goals like - Wash the Neon. Go to Wal-Mart. Watch Ellen. I told her these things while she warmed her coffee from that morning by candle light.
I also told her about the other things I have started to do in order to find order in my life. I am now balancing my check book, writing down everything I eat, and going to bed at a decent hour. She then asked me to be her Life Coach. She even offered to pay me to do this for her. So, my friends, my question is, "What are the qualifications of a life coach?" Because, you see, I do not think I meet those qualifications. Here are a few reasons why:
1. The panic attacks. Without any exaggeration, I had to calm myself down this weekend so that I would not hyperventilate because I didn't think I would be able to get my lawn mowed. That isn't normal. Which leads me to number two...
2. Lexapro. I think I need a higher dose.
3. I download music from a shady Russian website. I do pay for it, but I am scared that I am now a Soviet.
4. I have a Master's degree, and so far the only jobs I have gotten since are as a Barista at Starbucks and as a substitute teacher.
5. For some reason, when I walk through the alarms at Barnes and Noble, I ALWAYS set them off. In fact, the guys that work in the coffee shop area call me "Alarm Girl." Normal people DO NOT DO THAT.
6. The first thing on my Christmas list is Pepper Spray.
7. I had to take a break from facebook and myspace because I was spending more time there than reading my Bible or talking to real people.
8. I have to drug myself before I fly on airplanes because I am so frightened they will fall out of the air at any moment.
9. If my house was burning down, it would be hard for me to choose between getting my roommate or my hair straightener. And, I really love my roommate.
10. I drink so much Diet Dr. Pepper that sometimes my kidneys hurt.
I just don't think I can do this job. What do you think?
October 16, 2007
October 3, 2007
Geogria... Oooooh Georgia
Currently, I am spending some time in the dirty south. Although I flew into HOT-lanta, I am visiting my BFF Megan in Augusta. Augusta is a town that makes me sad. It is kinda dingy and dirty. I try to stay in her house as much as possible. However, when we do venture out to places like my love Barnes and Noble, I shut my eyes as we drive so I do not have to see places such as Krazy Leggs Kar Wash or Mi Mi and Bo Bo's China Express. They just don't seem right.
Now, do not get me wrong. I am having a grand time. We sit around the house, watching digital cable, drinking coffee, and talking about a variety subjects including faith, high school, and Britney Spears. Here are a couple of Megan quotes that still make me laugh:
"I think I freak out about too many things. I mean, when I came to pick you up at the airport, I brought a hundred dollar bill in case I had to pay somebody off."
Megan - "Do you think that the black people are looking at you?"
Me - "No."
Megan - "They are."
Yesterday, we were sitting in the front yard at the table with the neighbors. Kate, the one on the left, was telling us how pantys and a t-shrit are appropriate attire for fixing a dryer, and Gabriel (Megan's six year old) wanted to write a note to his friend Sage - who he calls Stage. He was trying to do it and began crying because... well... he can't read or write. So, I told him to tell me what to write. I don't really remember what he said, but here is what the note said that he delivered to Stage:
Dear Stage,
Come to my h-iz-ouse. Can you come to my heazy?
Your Pimp,
Gabriel
PS Keep it Crunk.
It was grand! You all have a great day. I will keep you updated on the DIRTY SOUTH!
Now, do not get me wrong. I am having a grand time. We sit around the house, watching digital cable, drinking coffee, and talking about a variety subjects including faith, high school, and Britney Spears. Here are a couple of Megan quotes that still make me laugh:
"I think I freak out about too many things. I mean, when I came to pick you up at the airport, I brought a hundred dollar bill in case I had to pay somebody off."
Megan - "Do you think that the black people are looking at you?"
Me - "No."
Megan - "They are."
Yesterday, we were sitting in the front yard at the table with the neighbors. Kate, the one on the left, was telling us how pantys and a t-shrit are appropriate attire for fixing a dryer, and Gabriel (Megan's six year old) wanted to write a note to his friend Sage - who he calls Stage. He was trying to do it and began crying because... well... he can't read or write. So, I told him to tell me what to write. I don't really remember what he said, but here is what the note said that he delivered to Stage:
Dear Stage,
Come to my h-iz-ouse. Can you come to my heazy?
Your Pimp,
Gabriel
PS Keep it Crunk.
It was grand! You all have a great day. I will keep you updated on the DIRTY SOUTH!
September 27, 2007
The Passion and The Plan
I have a master's degree, and I am a nanny. Some mornings I work out, and some mornings I hit the snooze button five times. I love writing and language, and yet, I cannot spell. I love the first Nelly album, and I think that ballet is the most beautiful form of art on earth. I have fourteen bottles of perfume, scented lotion, and bubble bath that reminds you of Pecan Pie, and I have a nose that does not take in scent.
There is something inside all of us that makes us who we are. Many times, women tend to focus on our looks. We are red headed or big booty-ed or long toed. Men tend to look at their accomplishments. They are the lead singer, the football star, or the witty one. However, I have lately been pondering what makes me who I am. I believe that in actuality, we are a sum of our passions.
You don't hear me talk about this often because it is the most intimate part of my life, but I have a passionate, unique, and turbulent relationship with God. I have been sought after, and I fight him tooth and nail for my own life. But, oh, how good he is when I finally collapse from exhaustion. He doesn't say, "See, I told you so." No, instead, he sits me down, hands me a cup of coffee, and says, "Rest." And then the caffine sets in, and I start the struggle all over again. But, I sure do like that guy.
Although this passion defines every part of the rest of me, it is not all of me. I have been searching for the "thing" that I can have passion about. There are many things I love, but none of them make me jump out of bed in the morning and feel like I am doing the one thing on earth that only I can do. I believe we all have the opportunity to fill that posistion, and sometimes we take the long way around to get to it.
I believe I have found that passion. I know that my love of the arts and my love for students would lead me somewhere, and I always thought it would lead to the local church. However, as God has shown me, it is not always that easy, and I am now embarking on the journey of education. I have never felt so in tune with what I am supposed to be doing. I always knew this was where I was supposed to be, but I fought it. Why? I am not sure, but I am excited that I will get to do this.
So, that is one of my passions - teaching. That is also the plan - teaching. I am also passionate about Starbucks.... I wonder where that falls into place?
There is something inside all of us that makes us who we are. Many times, women tend to focus on our looks. We are red headed or big booty-ed or long toed. Men tend to look at their accomplishments. They are the lead singer, the football star, or the witty one. However, I have lately been pondering what makes me who I am. I believe that in actuality, we are a sum of our passions.
You don't hear me talk about this often because it is the most intimate part of my life, but I have a passionate, unique, and turbulent relationship with God. I have been sought after, and I fight him tooth and nail for my own life. But, oh, how good he is when I finally collapse from exhaustion. He doesn't say, "See, I told you so." No, instead, he sits me down, hands me a cup of coffee, and says, "Rest." And then the caffine sets in, and I start the struggle all over again. But, I sure do like that guy.
Although this passion defines every part of the rest of me, it is not all of me. I have been searching for the "thing" that I can have passion about. There are many things I love, but none of them make me jump out of bed in the morning and feel like I am doing the one thing on earth that only I can do. I believe we all have the opportunity to fill that posistion, and sometimes we take the long way around to get to it.
I believe I have found that passion. I know that my love of the arts and my love for students would lead me somewhere, and I always thought it would lead to the local church. However, as God has shown me, it is not always that easy, and I am now embarking on the journey of education. I have never felt so in tune with what I am supposed to be doing. I always knew this was where I was supposed to be, but I fought it. Why? I am not sure, but I am excited that I will get to do this.
So, that is one of my passions - teaching. That is also the plan - teaching. I am also passionate about Starbucks.... I wonder where that falls into place?
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