*not curly*
There is some sort of government conspiracy taking place within my tresses. About a month ago, I discovered that my hair has some natural curl to it. You'd think that after living in this body for more than 22 years now that I'd be hard pressed to find something new about it that I hadn't realized. I've discovered, now that my hair is getting longer, that if I will be patient and let it air dry...(with some help from a little gel)...that things can get quite curly up top. I don't know why that is relevant or why you would want to read about that, but there it is. I challenge you to discover something new about yourself and report back to me!
*catholic church*
My mom will be here on Friday, and she sent me a letter that I got yesterday...she has asked me to go to Mass with her on Saturday night. It's sort of her way of making me repay her for taking her to a Baptist church on Sunday morning. I was really ticked off and offended at first...I got a little riled up and just wanted to tell her to go by herself and forget it; if my church wasn't good enough for her, she could go alone. Instead, I put my big girl hat on and called her in front of my roommates so that I wouldn't say anything hurtful. I calmly relayed her the Mass times and asked if we could attend somewhere other than the Newman Center (that place looks like Big Al's Warehouse'o'Catholics, and the priest sounds like a used car salesman...he says "JEE-zuz" and I can't concentrate). She said that she'd be glad to go to another Catholic church, so I decided to go with her. If I'm going to love, I'd better get used to peaceful comprimise.
*too tired to party*
It's Friday night and just past 10 p.m. I worked 11 hours today and have decided to go to bed early. There's no place I'd rather be than asleep right now. I really look forward to going to bed the way I imagine a 90-year-old would...I literally get excited about the prospect of sleep.
*CHRISTMAS FORMAL*
A guy I don't know who claims to know me from Campus Crusade for Christ from 2 years ago (he called me 'the little red headed girl') called me out of the blue last night and asked me to go to the Crusade Christmas Formal with him last night. His girlfriend lives out of state and can't go, and he's a senior, so he can't miss it. I was so impressed that he located my phone number and had the guts to call that I said yes. I'm sure it will be a great time, as most of the random moments of my life are. There's just something about throwing caution to the wind that I love...

*look what happens when i quit posting*
So, I would like to apologize to those of you who have expressed emotional distress from my lack of posts in the past three weeks. I will try to post more often. *Girl Scouts Honor*
I've been working hard...elections...church bazaars...etc.
Actually, I saw something really disturbing today. I had to go report on a car accident...a car headed northbound on US 25 from Berea to Richmond went off the road and hit a tree. The driver, a 20 year-old mother, had turned around to attend to her crying child and took her eyes off the road long enough to veer to the right. When she went to steer the car back on the road, she overcorrected and ended up wrapping the passenger side of the car around a tree. By the time I arrived, the mother and baby had been air-lifted to the UK Medical Center, but there was enough fresh blood on the car to make me uneasy. I hadn't seen that much blood spilled before up close. It was pooling on the console and seats of the car...it was apparent to me that the mother had suffered head trauma. I talked to the Kentucky State Police and got my story, but the whole thing really made me feel strange. I never thought I'd have a job where that was a part of my everyday life.
That was somebody's wife. Someone's daughter. Someone's grandchild. I really hate seeing things like that. I think I was probably raised in one of those "oh, don't worry honey, everything will be OK" sort of households where there was no sickness, disease or death discussed. People "passed away"; they didn't "choke to death" or anything that violent. Death was something that just happened in your sleep when you were very old and didn't wake up one morning. You would be found with a simle on your face...happy knowing what a full and loving life you had. That's how I want to go...smiles and all.
The mother and baby were listed in critical and serious condition repectively, and I will check on their conditions tomorrow morning before the paper goes to print incase something horrible has happened. Please pray for them and their families (the mother is Angela, and the baby is Taylor).
*Bright spot in my day* I got to tuck a 4-year-old angel named Amber into bed last night. I read a story to her and she asked me questions and pointed to the pictures. She's one of April's girls...and I am so happy to have a friend with such wonderful children. They are who I turn to when I am missing home and my sister's little girl (also 4) and need to be in a functional household. Above and beyond that, April is a great friend..sister...and wonderful to laugh with and get advice.
*Counting the days until Thanksgiving* My wonderful sweet mother is driving from Nashville to Lexington to see me on the Friday of Thanksgiving. I am so excited to see her...I've even been counting the days on my calendar. I know she won't ever see this because she's not really into computers, but Mom, I love you. Thanks so much for taking the time to come see me and driving that far. It means the world.
I love you all and pray for each of you continually that you will surrender each day to the One who loves you and gave Himself up for you.