I cannot believe my eyes

Oh, the joys of working on a college campus...

It was 12:30PM.  The sun was shining, and I was taking a nice little walk across the courtyard back to my office.  As I looked up, I noticed a pair of plaid pajama pants walking in the opposite direction.  Bad enough, but my annoyance soon changed to outright dismay as I continue to notice said plaid pajama pants are on a male, with no shirt on.  It was just hung over his shoulder like he couldn't be bothered with, you know, clothing himself.  I just don't get it.  Plaid pajama pants.  He was outside in broad daylight.  On campus.  There were PEOPLE around.

Happy Labor Day weekend.  Here's hoping no actual labor has to take place. (:

Fiesta on

So I realized that Robyn and I STINK at taking pictures.  A whole Siesta Fiesta weekend in which to partake, and I end up with five pictures on my camera.  And none of them have our new friends in them.  Dangit.   So, if you new friends are reading this, just know that I love you with my whole heart, just not with my photography.  Here's what we do have, though!:

After the longest stay in the airport, EVER, we received a present in a tiny hilarious bottle of Tabasco sauce.  This was at 1:30AM.  Give me a break, people.  It was cute!

I love this face.  That's the sunrise, folks.

Well, I figure if we only have one picture together, this one is alright.  If you like that sort of thing.  (:  I would also like to point out, again, that it's SUNRISE!  And I'm not still in bed.

There's always going to be something special about a rainbow.  At sunrise.  In a Jesus-filled weekend.  Who's WITH ME?!  Precious Lord.

Just look at Him go.

I still might have more to say about the weekend later.  It seems to be all the rage.  My mind is still blown, honestly.  I have been hit with a burning desire to hear from God about the direction of my life right now.  It's the first time ever I have been so consumed by the questions of "What am I doing here?" and "What do I want to do?"  It has just come out of nowhere, really.  I had a plan once, before I came to college (7 years ago).  This weekend, I happened to tell my new friend Annie of said plan, and she responded with, "Do it!"  God has really allowed that one comment to plant its seed in my heart and mind.  I don't think being in my job or staying at my church or with my friends or at my house in Tallahassee is wrong.  I don't think I made a wrong choice.  I just think I made the choice by default.  If this is where I belong, then it's where I belong for now.  I will be working with my Lord in the coming forever to find out if there's something else out there for me.  I don't want to stay still.  Ooh.  It hurts a little.  Though my flesh may fail and my spirit may grow weak, He remains the strength of my heart; my portion forever.

So, oops, that got a little deeper than expected for a second.  I would like to leave you with the current travesties of my life, as discovered by my trip to Publix tonight:

#1.  They no longer make regular watermelon jello.  Oh, they may think they're getting away with putting it in the pre-packaged cups, half and half with another flavor, but it's SUGAR FREE, for crying out loud.  What a crock!  I think I may have cried a tear or two when I saw about three different kinds of strawberry jello boxes, and no watermelon.  

#2.  They did not have Wheaties!  I think this may be against the law, especially in this Olympic season.  I wanted to collect a box with Shawn Johnson and Nastia Liuken or Michael Phelps.  But I got nothing.  Just...nothing.

(:

Not your average fiesta...

...but a FIESTA nonetheless!

It's always a bittersweet moment when something you've been waiting on for so long is just...over. Life is but a breath and what-have-you, and the Siesta Fiesta is now just a memory. I'm having trouble right now deciding what to include in this post. I have what may soon be considered a good story about the flight to Texas. But that just might take up valuable space on a post in which I want to talk about so many other things. I could talk about how I was nervous about branching out "on my own". But that's boring, and plus, I am an heiress so we have no use for insecurity any longer.

I think instead I'd like to chat about how pleasantly surprised I am by the weekend. Nothing ever happens as expected, so I suppose I should stop expecting certain things from my Savior. I, along with I AM SURE about a frillion other people, got a good swift kick in the pants from God, through sweet Beth this weekend. It was a shot-out good time, and I needed it so badly. I am one of those people that needs processing time after hearing something deep. So I may be able to nutshell some of what Beth talked about...in approximately 3 years. It was so good. Why is God just SO SWEET to me sometimes? Even when I am so dumb and I have to hear things eighty-four times before they even begin to sink in, He chooses to be nice to me. Just nice. We are not a mystery to Him, and He knows what we need. I might have to go on about that later.

I made friends this weekend. I went to a pajama party with a bunch of bloggers. Let's be honest, I wasn't sure it was my cup o' tea. A land unknown is not often a fun time for me. But y'all, it was HILAAAAARIOUS. Even without my sidekick for the weekend, I met people I didn't know before! And they were nice! And fun! And funny! And we are SO best friends now. Sorry about your luck, Annie, Jackie Sue, and Kathy. (Jackie Sue, your perch on the best friend list is precarious after you posted the breakdancing picture...something to work on for you...) Also, I met BigMama and BooMama. They are total rock stars and I heart them a lot.

Anyway, I love everyone but I have got to sleep. A weekend like this, no one gets any sleep. And I supposedly have to be at work on time tomorrow. Here's hoping!

Muscle Control

To my great pleasure, I happened to catch the women's Olympic trampoline finals this evening. I am a fan of anything that involves tricks. I love the trampoline. And, in my shortest post of the year, I would only like to add that I would give each of those ladies a gold medal for not wetting their leotards. I am IMPRESSED.

Feverish

I doubt that I can adequately express how excited I am to see this video on the TV. Perfect = Jim-Dwight-Andy trifecta. I can't wait for this show to come back. Plus, it's combining the Funny I love with the Olympics I love!

Speaking of the Olympics, I cannot get enough. I stayed up WAY too late last night because I just cannot stop myself from watching. Men's gymnastics? That stuff is INSANE, people. I love to watch it and just dream about the amount of strength it takes to do those tricks. I am SO SO SO excited to watch my girl Shawn Johnson and the rest of the women's team tonight. There will be no sleeping for me this week. I'm going to make it to work only by the grace of God.

A new favorite? Synchronized diving. Who knew? That is awesome. Diving is a very close second to my favorite Olympic sport of gymnastics. I just think it is incredibly cool. Also, there's the element of danger because my stomach drops to my toes every time their head comes close to the board. I live life on the edge. Vicariously, of course.

I think I might be in love with Michael Phelps. I mean, who isn't? He makes that swimming stuff look EASY. USA!!!!

So that's all I've got for now. Olympic fever.