Monday, January 31, 2011


I'm not sure if there is anything sexier than a British man reading Pride and Prejudice aloud. Sigh..

Friday, January 28, 2011

Who Needs a Cape?

I worked at the Major Fair yesterday. The event where each major on campus gets a table and a few chairs in the gym to chill in. They are there to answer questions students might have. To help them figure out what they want to study.

It was so cool. I answered questions. I was excited. We talked with enthusiasm about the teachers in the English department and our favorite literature classes (BritLit). We told people what classes to take to fit what they wanted to do.

"You need the screenwriting class. I've only heard good things."

"You think writing is cool (it is), take one of our creative writing classes."

I felt like an English super hero. Helping people figure out their path is a heady experience, I can see why some might find the job of guidance counselor appealing.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Monday, January 24, 2011

Muchness, Where Are You?

As of late, I've felt like I have lost my muchness. That oomph, a certain joie de vivre, that fire, has been missing.

I'm back in school for my last semester, possibly my most challenging yet. And it kind of sucks. I was all gung ho (is that how it's spelled?) about going back to school and changing my habits, but now that I'm back, that seems harder to do. I think that essentially, I'm a lazy person. I kind of like things to be easy. I don't like putting time into things that I don't enjoy doing. This makes it especially difficult to get my homework done. I always find things I would like to do more.

I'm on that path back. Avoidance isn't working. The work's still there, waiting for me, just piled up even more.

It's really my attitude that sucks. I need to change my way of thinking. I know I say that a lot, and since this blog is more for my benefit than for yours, I guess I'll keep saying it until it really sinks in. I need to change some habits, and learn to have a little faith.

I got a fantastic father's blessing from my dad before I came back to school this semester. In it everything was reaffirmed to me that I am heading in the right direction. But that direction is still fraught with blind spots and speed bumps.

Things are kind of starting to come together, slowly but surely. I had a good time at church yesterday. I laughed a lot. I'm making more friends and that makes me feel good. As that change occurs, I'm hoping others follow suit. I haven't been myself, my "muchness" if you will, has been missing.

I'm trying to get it back, but it's not an overnight kind of thing. I'm looking forward to the process though. Maybe in the future, my posts will seem much more muchier.

Friday, January 21, 2011


So we can't even put our own shoes on now? While I can see the appeal to the older, crotchety demographic, what do you want to bet that the biggest purchasers are like 18-30 year old's. Le sigh, what is the world coming to...?

Monday, January 17, 2011

Things that Make Me Happy

How excited my mom sounds when she answers the phone whenever I call.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Friday, January 14, 2011

14 years...

So today marks 14 years ago that our house burned down. It doesn't feel like that long. I still remember waiting outside, watching the smoke stream off of our roof, not knowing what would happen.

I was in the 2nd grade, awake getting ready for school. Our clothes were fluffing up and getting a blast of heat in the dryer out in the garage. It was January and it was really cold outside.

When it was all said and done, we were lucky. Incredibly blessed that we were all awake when the fire started. It spread so quickly that the outcome could have been quite different had we been asleep.

Our dryer caught on fire. Apparently, you're supposed to clean the back panels and make sure they're free of lint. So get on that if you were blissfully ignorant about that little tidbit. It lit up our garage. Burning family photos and many memories. My baby pictures included. I have very few photos of myself as a youngster, and that makes me sad.

We got to sit in the police chief's car as firefighters battled the flames. He had a phone in his car( big business in those days), that we were able to use to call family and friends. They closed our street, and anyone that knows Foxworthy, knows that it is a main thoroughfare. 4 or 5 firetrucks surrounded our little 1 story home.

We lived with my dad's parents for the 9 months or so our house was being worked on (we had a really sucky construction company that I hope has gone out of business since). We got to know them better, and rebuild our house in the way we wanted. We lived and realized that material things aren't as important (gasp) as we thought.

Like my uncle, Dave, likes to say, "That's like a blessing in disguise." And it was.

Thursday, January 13, 2011


These shoes might quite possibly have been made for me.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

I grumble a lot. About the weather, about having no clean clothes, about my favorite shows that are on hiatus. I'm a grumbler. I think I've always been like that. I've never been one to suffer in silence. It's dawning on me, that this isn't appropriate behavior for a 21 year old, soon-to-be-grad from college, girl. I should be better.

So that's the goal. On top of actually graduating this semester, that is. I'm going to try and be less grumbly, and more smiley.