I’m soon to be stuck in the land that lies somewhere between the sweet, sweet four years of college and the cruel, cruel decades of being a grown up. I call it, The Land of Loans. My journey in graduate school starts in 13 days and I haven’t decided exactly what emotion I’m feeling. It’s a mix between the wonderful feeling you get the night before Christmas and the feeling you get right before a car rear ends you and you know there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.
I’m trying to savor every boring moment I have at work until school begins. As some of you may recall, I am seeing how many books I can read before January 1, 2011. (I am at 38 right now). The situation is: I have 9 books checked out from the library and 9 work days left. You do the math. My eyes may have been bigger than my stomach… or whatever the reading equivilant of that statement is. Bottom line, I checked out too many books, but I am not a quitter.
Goal: I read all 9 books before August 16. Mission: somewhere between possible and impossible. Ready. Go.
Well I am officially moved out and will never (with my own personal key) enter Senate Plaza Apartments again. My dad showed up this morning to get the rest of the furniture out of the apartment with his new right hand man, Junior. Well, as you recall, I am under the impression that Junior is a large African American man. Dad pulls up, passenger truck door opens, and a teeny tiny man hops out. Says his name is Ernest. I don’t know how dad got these facts wrong. Leave it to a man not to deliver the facts properly. I will admit that I thought when I saw this miniature man, what a waste of money padre, I can do better than him. But to my pleasant surprise, Ernest was 2 steps ahead of dad all day today.
After Bob and Ernest sped away in the Budget rental truck, I went back to my new apartment, hopped in bed, and popped in Gossip Girl season 1. I am now on episode 9. Productive day? I say so.
Back to the grind tomorrow. Darn.
On a side note I’ve had requests from people to update my blog. Who knew people actually read this?
Now onto the title of this entry. I just recently moved apartments and I must say, moving with a heat index of 110 outside is not an operable moving condition.
Things I’ve learned from moving: 1) The “call emergency” button in my elevator works and is very sensitive. If a lady on the speaker above you says, “911, what is your emergency?” Kindly reply with, “The emergency button in the elevators are right next to my floor selection, can you have that fixed?” 2) People do not take well to you parking in a space that is not yours, even if only for 5 minutes. 3) I’ve officially learned the shortest and quickest routes to and from my old apartment to my new apartment. Come Wednesday, this knowledge will be useless.
I make the final move tomorrow. God bless Bob Parker for his help and moving truck and helper he’s bringing. I asked my dad what his name was and he replied “Junior” except he did not say it as you and I would, he said it with a hispanic accent (hoon-yer). Without my mom there to call my dad out on his bluff, I would have called the extremely large african american man tomorrow his name with a spanish twist. Damn you Bob.
Hope tomorrow goes well and I do not slip with the mispronunciation of the name. Fingers crossed folks.
I just got back from my annual mission trip with my church back home (Edgemoor ARP). This was my 8th year going and I couldn’t have asked for a better trip. We go to Cumberland Gap, TN and teach VBS for a week. Every year I always say that I’m going to keep a journal of every awesome story because I always forget when I get back home. I forgot again, maybe next year.
Lane and I teach the high school class and we were blessed with a wonderful class, yet again. You know you’re getting old when your students from the past start to have families of their own and then their kids start coming to VBS.
God is great!
After making plans with a friend to go skydiving before the year is up, I realized there are a lot of things I want to do before I am either A too old to do anything or B taken away from this wonderful place called Earth.
Here is a rough draft of a few of my thoughts:
Lately I’ve noticed that a lot of people are blessed with super human powers. And I’m not only talking about vampires here.
I’ve been thinking and thinking about what power I have been blessed with. Unfortunately, I couldn’t come up with anything. Then all of a sudden it came to me. As if a lightbulb suddenly was switched on. I don’t have one. Or at least it hasn’t shown itself to me yet. It has to come at the most opportune time. If you just knew what your gift was when someone randomly asked you the first time, then it’s not a gift, it’s just a fact of life. You have to wait for the perfect moment for the gift to present itself.
Take my sister for instance, we discovered her gift today. She’s super good at thinking of awesome, clever statements on the spot. She’s kind of like one of those advertisement guys you see in the office that come up with crazy good ideas on the spot. You secretly hate them because of their “super human” ability to think quick, and have it make sense. You may be like me. You’d be a really good person to have around four hours after a sarcastic comment was made. I’m really good at thinking of come backs hours after the moment has passed.
So whether your super human power is being able to think on the spot or drink a bottle of wine at night and wake up the next morning feeling 100% fine, embrace it. It may take you years to find your gift or a super observant friend to find it for you. Either way, live it up.