Turkey Bowl 2009

Sunday, November 29, 2009

The ups and downs of this football season correlate very nicely with my own personal life. I would go into detail...except I won't. I'll just talk about football instead. The season started out pretty rough. I was super excited/pumped to be playing with the girls again, but it definitely didn't feel like the same team I had played with 2 years ago. When we were practicing, it was SERIOUS-BUS TIME. No more dancing/singing/shadow-fighting/goofing around in the field. I felt I had to prove myself to the coaches more so than the week before, which in itself made practices progressively suckier. It wasn't until the Sunday before tourney when the team went out to Lighthouse Tofu (which is totally delicious btw) and Mary shared her life story/testimony. Listening to how amazing and huge of a change God has made in Mary's life was a huge reminder to me of how much He has been moving and growing me this past year.

Day before the tourney, my sore throat had evolved into a raging fever + uber-congestion. My little brother wanted to go to best buy to experience the chaos and confusion that is Black Friday. Instead, I ended up dragging him to Giant so I could buy meds + coughdrops. I felt bad, so I bought him a box of cereal (He's such a good little egg, that one). During the Chesed get together later that day, I shared how thankful I am for improved relations among my family members, especially Matt. My attempts to emotionally scar and corrupt him at a young age have clearly failed. He's seriously a perfect kid. But the one thing that makes me so proud of him more than anything is that he seriously loves God. This past summer, we spent an entire night in Les Issambres staring at the Milky Way, counting shooting stars, and just saying over and over again, "God, you are awesome". You can't really say much else when you're looking at a freaking galaxy in the sky and a TRILLION more stars than you've ever seen at once.

Day of Turkey Bowl. By the grace of God and a buttload of vitamin C, I was able to play. But everything just felt so completely different this year than it did 2 years ago. It was about praising God for every single good thing that happened that day and not praising myself or anyone else.

One Day

Thursday, November 26, 2009

I heard Matisyahu's "One Day" on NBC's Vancouver Olympics commercial. Sounds like he was raised in Jamaica, but was actually born in Pennsylvania. Looks homeless, but he's actually just Jewish. This man makes no sense but I like this song.

To boldly go where no one has gone before

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Yo. Screw grad school. I'm filling out a starfleet academy application. That movie is more magical than Harry Potter on blue ray.

Cleaning my room

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Spent 4 hours cleaning out my closet last night; shuffling through old clothes, bottles upon bottles of bath and body works crap that your typical middle school girl collects, stuff you need for dorm-living but have no use for at home, and old school papers/exams. I spent a good amount of time just reading through old assignments/tests and mourning the fact that probably 95% of the material I've studied and learned throughout college has been completely purged from my brains. Like, there was a time in my life when I knew how to calculate the cost of maintaining a horse operation in hay and grain for a herd of 15 horses. I could once recite the geographical distribution of China's croplands and the principal organs of the United Nations by heart. I once knew how to determine what set of reactions would provide the best synthesis of cis-1,2-dihydroxycyclohexane starting with cyclohexene. And there was a semester of my life where I could identify and label the superficial/deep muscles of a dissected cat, affectionately named Salem.

What in the what.

I like making crap

Saturday, November 14, 2009


I find immense satisfaction in the simple act of creating pieces of crap. Like collages. I get paid 2.5 hours each day to make sure kids don't start choking or seizing during nap-time (not really a joke since we have 3 kids who have had seizures before). And since reading books or doing anything of any real worth is pretty impossible with all the lights out, I find collage-making a great way to pass/waste time.