Kill That Cold.

Drink lots and lots of pure water, cold or hot.

No sugar.

Sleep when you feel like it.

Cut the spices.

Blow your nose when you feel like you want to sniff.

If you can, encourage sweat. Wash it off constantly.

Wash your hands all the time.

Take Tylenol for aches, sore throat, and headaches.

Suck on a eucalyptus drop.

Dress warmly.

¡Feliz Cinco de Mayo, Amigos!

Oh wow, stop the presses, I'm writing! Er, wait, does that mean I should say "start the presses"? idk.

My life for the last bit has been fairly routine. Work, church, crashing at home. Maybe reading some Shakespeare when I feel like it. Oh, geez, Hamlet is due tomorrow...better finish it tonight hehe. It's really really awesome. I would love to go see the actual play sometime.

Speaking of shows (although of an altogether different sort), I am going to a Relient K concert on May 30 at the Wonder Ballroom. I don't think you really realize how much fun that will be for me. I have been into this band since I was a preteen, and now I'm going to get to see them live. I know I know, it's just a show, not like meeting them or anything. But to me it IS a big deal. And some good friends of mine are going to go with me, so it'll be a fun evening.

Paul and Ethan are coming home from college soon! For Paul it's just a visit, but Ethan will be here all summer. :) I hope that there's some overlap time in my and Ethan's Home Depot jobs...that would be so fun to work with him. Although I think I'm starting to get a little more comfortable talking to the other people working there...I'm not really used to being the "new" person somewhere. Usually it's "new" people that come to my church, so it's tougher this way. But guess what: God threw open the door for me to give these people some WORD. lol but seriously, it's true! It's not all the time that someone hears you're a Christian, so they say to you, "I'm open to talking about that." I am so excited but so scared! I'm not a strong person, so being the one who is supposed to know the answers is intimidating. But I'm praying, and I would be thankful if you would too.

Steps for Life is coming up fast. I hope you can be there, whoever is reading this! I am so thankful that I got that whole day off work. It is so important to me to be there, since not enough pro-life people go each year. That is starting to bother me rather seriously. Pastor's right: how many people went to Luis Palau's big party? Thousands. How many go each year to the Walk for Life? A few hundred. What is wrong with our brains....

I don't know if you've heard of the fashion designer Christa Taylor. She's a Christian who designs and sells modest, beautiful clothing for women online. She also has a blog that talks about fashion, current stuff going on, and moral issues. I saw her at the Steps for Life last year (I didn't introduce myself because I wasn't sure it was her), but I found out that she's going again this year. Soooo I sent her an e-mail asking if she would maybe do a post on her blog talking about the PRC and the upcoming walk. She wrote back about three days later saying that "it couldn't hurt!" I was very happy! idk how many readers she has in this region, but maybe God will use it somehow. Either way, I'll be happy to meet her at the walk!

Perhaps wounds fester for a reason.

Writing is often a romanticized form of brooding. Trade out the normal griping dialect for flowery language and you get a pensive intellectual, rather than a complaining, self-absorbed brat. Perhaps penning down my thoughts is bad for me. Maybe it is a way of rationalizing something really pathetic. This abuses God's gift of words and writing to make it an anesthetic. I do that. So, I'm not going to write "poetry" (notice the quotes) about pain for a while--quite a long time. Maybe this will make me more of a realist. I still want to blog too, but soul-searching should be done honestly and out of the knowledge of others. I hope that this doesn't leave my blog too dull and mundane for reading.

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Remind me to post sometime. :P

A Good Day.

Today Jeff came over...twice! :) The second time he came over he drove his motorcycle, which was kinda cool. I have kind of gotten used to the idea of a motorcycle being a feasible means of transporation, but when he drove away I still felt a little scared and uttered a short prayer. So, yes, it still seems dangerous to me. But it is ooookay. I will not worry about it...-_-

But anyway, when he was here, we destroyed some stuff in the backyard. First we pulled apart that old, broken couch swing. That was pretty easy, so we worked on the playhouse. Yes, the playhouse is completely obliterated. I won't lie; I'm a little sad about that. I have some fun memories with that thing, and I know that the little kids will miss it when they come over in the summer. But it's okay, at least it gave Jeff something to ax down! hehe he was laughing when he saw how fearful I was of that ax. Come to think about it, he was laughing at me the whole evening! Oh well, I suppose I make an entertainingly dumb sight oftentimes.

Today in my writing class, I was assigned to write something that is my favorite memory. I had two choices in my head that I bounced back and forth between. I finally chose Bible quizzing, which has had a profound and very positive impact on my life, mostly in the way of relationships. If there was one time I could ever go back and relive, that would be it. With almost nothing done differently. Isn't it rare how often that happens! Even the best memories will sometimes have something that you wish you could go back and fix. It's a treasure when something is a blessing from God from beginning to end, no doubt about it.

The other thing that was runner-up was actually an evening I had this last campout. Jeff, Bek, me, and Jason all went out and talked on the docks. I got to lie down and watch the stars during that time, and it was really good conversation. I'd hung out with Jeff before, but never really gotten to know anything all that deep. It felt good to be able to have a conversation with someone that is completely serious, but still really enjoyable. And of course I loved talking to Bek. I don't get to see her all that often, only once a year usually. She's more mature than a lot of people give her credit for, I think.

I'm supposed to be in bed right now. I'm not tired. But I will go to sleep now, because I know that I'll be zonked in the morning if I don't. :(