Who's gonna take out the trash?
The Tib 20 girls have gone through some big changes this past year. For one, we’re all working girls now. For two, Vern’s married. For three, we don’t live together anymore… see point two.
If you’re a regular reader, thanks for sticking with us. You’ve probably learned a lot more about Oklahoma, teaching, and… sports. Yes, I talk about sports more than my job.
I was looking back at our April 2013 archives, aka the most stressful month of my life and I wanted to compare that month with this one. And yes, I realize it’s only the 19th, but since everyone is slacking on the posts, I have to come up with something worthwhile to write about.
Trying to get all my work done, pass my critique, install my senior show. Late nights, feeling constant pressure.
I’ve been busy, busy, busy at the library trying to get everything done and printed for the summer reading programs. The month of February was similar with the annual report, but I think it’s been taken up a notch. The difference is I’m getting paid and I can leave the stress at work after 5:00 pm. The stress doesn’t consume my life, and my weekends are homework-free. Sunday is no longer No-Fun Day.
Wedding Season Begins
Got to be a bridesmaid in my good friend – Katie (No-Longer) Milton’s wedding.
I will be traveling to the other side of the state for my cousin’s wedding.
State of Bedroom
Lindsay tells me to pick up my clothes.
My mom tells me to pick up my clothes. Please note, I did just donate a bunch of t-shirts and shoes to Goodwill. #PatOnTheBack
This concludes my list of parallels.
How mortified would you be if you accidentally spit out your gum onto the head of the person sitting in front of you?
This is a hypothetical scenario. I was just trying to blow a bubble.
I’m going to keep this brief. I just thought I’d share that I’m branching out and trying new things while living here in Oklahoma. Only fitting, yeah, seeing as I’m experiencing all this new culture and whatnot?
Anyway, last week one of my co-workers turns to me and asks if I would be interested in house-sitting for her.
Immediate thought: ummm sure!
I’m thinking, what’s the biggie? I spend time at her house, use her t.v. and get paid for it? Shoot. Sounds like a win-win.
And then she mentions the dogs. And I’m like dang it.
But I’ve kind of already committed and, shoot, I don’t really have a solid reason to decline. So, what the heck?
Now some of you probably don’t know me all that well, but I’ve got this thing about dogs. I wouldn’t say that I hate them. I mean, shoot, I even feel indifferent about a few dogs out there. Mostly, I just see them as unnecessary, I guess.
So, I thought I’d share my experience with ya’ll. Some of you might get a good laugh out of it.
Capt ‘Murica was awesome.
Well, thanks for waiting!
Sorry, wasn’t practicing patience this week.
First the movie is sold out and then Hannah and I are sitting waiting for the next showing to start and there’s a guy 2 rows ahead of is puffing a electronic cigarette. What the eff???
I think this will be the last basketball-related post until next year. But this goes way beyond basketball. Perhaps you’ve heard this story already, because it’s been all over the news, especially in the sports world. It touched my heart this past season, and I wanted to write about it. Last October, I came across a video from BTN The Journey. It gives us a look at the incredible bond between Adreian Payne, a Michigan State basketball player, and his special friend Lacey Holsworth, an 8-year old girl battling cancer.
I kept up with her story throughout the season. I smiled when I saw her in the stands during games, in New York during the NCAA tournament, and when she was featured on various new stations. She even showed up in Dallas, to watch Payne in a dunk contest after MSU lost to UConn in the tourney.
Best dunk of the night, in my opinion.
Each time I saw her on screen, or read one of her tweets, my heart melted, and I would think “She’s so adorable!” Appropriately, her twitter handle is @adorablelacey. I loved this little girl I’d never met, and over the past few weeks, the rest of America fell in love with her too.
Wednesday, I found out she passed away. I wasn’t ready for it. I’ve cried several times, because I keep reading the news stories (ESPN feature, Payne’s statement, Tom Izzo’s speech). There was something so captivating about her spirit, her joy, even in her dismal circumstances. I didn’t know her, but I’ll miss her.
Despite all the hurt, God has a plan. He brings something good out of the brokenness of illness and pain. Through Lacey and Adreian’s friendship, I’ve gained perspective. Rivalries are petty, and championships and wins will fade over time. What we do with the time God gives us makes a difference. She only had eight years on earth, but God made those years count. She didn’t die in vain. And now she dances with the angels.
Life is short. In the end, love trumps all.
"[Lacey] loved her Spartans, win or lose. She loved Adreian, win or lose. And she loved life, despite the fact it had played a cruel joke on her, crippling her body. The Spartans lost, Adreian lost and she lost, but none of that matters, and the story is less about sports and more about life, because what she showed us was greater than any outcome. She showed us love, in its purest, in its most innocent, in its most perfect form. Love that was patient, love that was kind, love that did not boast — OK, well maybe it boasted just a little bit. But Adreian is pretty good at basketball. You’d boast a little, too."
-Kurt Menshing, SB Nation
Unconditional love. That’s Christlike love. Finding joy no matter the circumstances. I’m so grateful that God brought Lacey and Payne together, because they’ve both reminded me to not take life for granted. God gives us so many opportunities to be a light in this world, and we too often ignore it. I’m guilty of it, but I hope this story inspires a change of heart.
Not sure why people were apprehensive about participating in my bracket challenge. I didn’t have either of the final teams (UConn or Kentucky) win a single game.
Let’s take a look at the bracket damage of the three participants:
3rd Place: Sam’s Bracket
He’s only in third place because he lost tiebreaker.
Stupid decision: Thinking Creighton would make it to the final game.
Smart upset pick: Dayton over OSU (besides that, he didn’t really pick lower seeds)
Sweet 16: 9/16
Final Four: 1/4
Predicted Champion: Out after the Final Four (I was at a GR Griffins hockey game when they announced UConn upset Flordia and everyone cheered)
2nd Place: Hannah’s Bracket
There’s more red in this bracket than mentioned in that Taylor Swift song. Red-ed-ed-ed…ed-ed-ed-ed.
Stupid decisions: Picking Villanova and New Mexico to get to the Elite Eight
Smart upset picks: Dayton over OSU, SF Austin over VCU
Sweet 16: 7/16 (that’s less than half)
Final Four: 2/4 (half!)
Predicted Champion: Out after the Elite Eight… I don’t want to talk about it.
1ST PLACE, YEAAAA BUDDY: Vern’s Bracket
Pretty green in comparison.
Stupid decisions: Putting all Big 10 teams in the Final Four. Although they were close to getting three teams in it… so we’ll say choosing Ohio State was stupid.
Smart upset picks: Mercer over Duke (way to go Vern!), Harvard over Cincinnati, Baylor over Creighton, Kentucky over Wichita State
Sweet 16: 10/16
Final Four: 1/4
Predicted Champ: Out after the Final Four
So there you have it. Vern wins… nothing. Except bragging rights. Congratulations Vern, proud of you. Thanks for participating in the challenge. That’s more than I can say for the other roommate.
There’s a rodeo here in July. Anybody down for this?
"Bullets came through a window and killed a professional frog catcher–" SNOOZE.
I got slapped, by a three year old. Yes read that again. By a three year old. Man did this three year old get me good. It stung for a while but that faded. You should hear Lins story about her day. Man did that cheer me up.
I’m digging the 88 degree weather.
I kept referring to it as middle of July weather. They just laughed at me. Hey, I’ll take it.
Well apparently I look like I could use a free hug. Last night Brian and I attended the Sanctus Real concert in lovely Battle Creek, MI. What was supposed to be a hour and fifteen minute drive turned into a hour and forty-five minute drive because we got lost. We used google maps on my phone and it got us lost. This is the second time this week this has happened. I’m beginning to think google doesn’t know where it’s going. After we found the place, we waited outside cause the doors didn’t open at the time they said they would and once we got inside it was more waiting. Eventually the doors opened and the concert started. Here are some other highlights of my evening.
1. Walking in and seeing the entire place was filled with high schoolers and middle schoolers. Apparently this concert was for a youth concert.
2. Walking back from the bathroom, and having a random high schooler walk up to me and say “you look like you could use a free hug. Would you like a free hug?”
3. During the hip-hop portion of the evening. I got to see many youth leaders and kids show off their white boy dance moves. After that the room smelled like sweat and boys. Kinda like the Trin dorms smelt.
4. Listening to a hip-hop rapper, promote guns, and smoking mariwanica (he was trying to rhyme with Monica) in two of his songs.
5. Finally seeing Sanctus Real.