The car situation has a temporary fix. Some friends from church lent me a car till I can buy a new one. Jason and Faith are freakin' awesome.

So anyways, I thought I'd write a little about the church plant. Well, we have a name picked out. Greenleaf Vineyard Church. There is a website underway, thanks to Will. We have a Chapel Hill P.O. Box. We are officially meeting once a week as a church plant. And speaking of the church planting team. . . Dianna and her family are in. . .sort of. . . kind of. . .that is, if all the right doors open in such (income is kind of important when you have three littlin's)!
Well, that's all for now. I'm trying to type while watching The Office. I gotta go.

R.I.P.

My car is dead. It has taken the long drive to that car wash in the sky. I will miss you car whom I never gave a name to.

If any of you know of anyone who is selling a cheap car in decent condition, pass the info on to me.

Plans Changed

I was supposed to go to Chapel Hill this weekend. That didn't work out. Just too much travel for very little time actually there (10-11 hrs driving for only abour 6 waking hrs there=not worth it). I was looking forward to getting out af Augusta, getting excited about the future and having some good bonding time with Angela and Rodger. But it will happen soon enough. Now we are set for going the second weekend in March.

So instead of Chapel Hill, I spent a good amount of time with my big sis and her family. I hung out with Bee Jay and Alice. I practiced guitar. I tried to not be alone too much (sometimes you just can't deal with solitude). Last night I watched "As Good As It Gets". I love that movie. Sometimes I feel like Jack N.'s chracter in that movie. No I'm not OCD, but I definitely have a warped, nut-job side. Sometimes I feel pretty much hopeless about it. Like this is the way I am and always will be and I will never change. But this movie gives me some hope. At the end of the film Jack's character is still undeniably more than a little weird, but he is changing. Little by little, day by day, he is changing in small, almost unnoticeable ways. So I can hope that maybe I too am in fact changing in small, almost unnoticeable ways. And maybe, just maybe a few years down the road the little changes will have accumulated to become something significant.

This Week

This week was not uneventful. This much I can say.

I finished with my old job and started my new job. The new job is going great. I'm really enjoying it. Yay!

My car broke down twice this week and is currently in the shop. I already put $350 in it on Tuesday when it broke down. I'm not so much looking forward to what the damage will be this time.

Emotional drama. No, no. . . emotional trauma. Don't feel like going into the details of it all. But long story short. I cut things off with a guy I had been seeing over the last month. I've never had to do that before. It sucked so bad.

The New Chapter Begins

My first day at work was great. I loved sleeping in two hours later than I normally do. I loved being downtown for my lunch break. For lunch I stopped by a little cafe that I used to work at. My old boss was happy to see me and we caught up on life a little bit. It was nice. Anyhow, the actual working part of the day went well too. No major mishaps or embarrassing moments. Just lots of new stuff to learn. But I enjoy the fact that I actually have to use my brain at this job. At the old job, once I had my routine down I could basically just zone out and mindlessly perform tasks.
Well, I gotta jet and get ready for my tutoring sessions. Lots of Valentine's Day love to you all!

The End of an Era

Today I turned a page in my little book of life. This particular page ended the chapter where I feel generally humiliated everytime someone asks me what I do and I have to say that I am a lunch lady. I left work today with quite a smile on my face. The smile stayed strong despite the fact that my car had to go in the shop today and it is costing me $350. The smile stands firm even though I am battling a cold. The smile doesn't give in to current hormonal imbalances. The smile cares not that sometimes I have expectations of others that they cannot or do not care to live up to. The smile is here and I'm not going to question it. I am only going to enjoy it.

Valentine's Day is tomorrow. This year I am determined to do something really great for at least one of the many people I really love. I just now determined this. So now I have to decide who and what. hmmm. That's a tough one. Also, I am taking myself out on an "I-love-you-self" date. Does anyone else ever do that? Or am I just incredibly self-centered? Anyhow, it has to be a cheap/free date for myself since I just put all that money into my car.

This weekend I am going to Chapel Hill. I am quite looking forward to that. A weekend with Rodger and Angela. A weekend to check out my future city of residence. A weekend to get excited about the adventure I am about to embark on. Yay!

Writing on the Wall

You were a star the night we first met
A star that shined deep into my eyes
Between me and you, I saw the hope of something new
The hope of something true, between me and you
And you shined deep into my eyes
And you burned deep into my eyes

But I couldn't read the writing on the wall
And I couldn't see the handwork on the halls
It said in the end, we were sure to fall

We weren't half bad the night when we kissed
You thought I was crazy for being nervous
I went home alone, feeling confused
Worried that I was just using you
And you thought I was crazy for feeling nervous
You thought I was crazy for feeling nervous

But I should've read the writing on the wall
And I should've seen the handwork on the halls
It said in the end, we were doomed to fall

I wasn't a wreck the night I lost control
I just found out I could be so cold
And you couldn't love me much at all
You went home confused, wondering why
I would spend myself on you
When you couldn't love me much at all
You wouldn't love me at all

But I wouldn't read the writing on the wall
And I wouldn't see the handwork on the halls
It said in the end, we would learn to fall


This is another song in the works. The creative juices seem to be flowing at the moment. I've written three songs in the last month. It feels good to be writing again. I was writing quite a bit when I first got back to Augusta at the end of last summer. But the writing seemed to come to a halt as I got busy with my various employments. So after a three month dry spell I am finding some inspiration again. The only bad part is that I am consistently finding that I write sad, somber, depressing music. I want to change that, but how? Well anyways, I did write one worship song too, so that one is not too depressing (neither is it overly cheerful).

New Acquaintance

Today I went to R.Gabriel's after I got off lunch lady duty and before I headed back to my parent's house to do some tutoring. I went there to catch up on some paper work for my tutoring job. While I was there I made the most interesting new acquaintance. His name is Jerrell (not sure if that's spelled right). He is probably in his mid-40s. He is a handwriting analyst. I was so intrigued by this that I had to get him to analyze my writing. Wow. Talk about having your mail read. He glanced over a few pages out of the notebook I had on hand and for the most part he analyzed me to a tea (he did say I was once really good at a sport, but anyone who has seen me in action from the pool table to the football field simply knows that is a preposterous statement). He had me down from my need to be in control to my love for cooking to my secretive side to my spirituality. It was a little insane. I asked him how he learned to analyze handwriting. He said he had to go to school for a thousand years. Wished I could have talked to him more, but it was time to go back to work. People are so interesting.

Filling in Some Blanks

It seems I've been running from here to there to almost everywhere these days. The past two weeks have been so packed with random stuff that I don't even know how to post about it all (and I won't). You all know about the job, which is the major event. Other side acts have included a semi-spontaneous trip to Charleston, interesting interactions with GIs, temporary insanity (followed by an "aha" moment and reality beginning to set back in) and catching up with a couple of college friends via long phone conversations. So here are a few comments/observations from the past fortnight (I love using British words!).

1. Spontaneous road trips are therapy for me.
2. Alice, Mary and I are great at being absolutely retarded together. I love that.
3. GIs can be funny. GIs can be scary. GIs can be overly dramatic. O the many faces of a GI.
4. Insanity can cost you a lot. I am so thankful that mine is (hopefully) just temporary.
5. I hoped that from my insanity I might glean some new wisdom. I was disappointed to find that I went through it all only to come back and find the truths I had known before. Perhaps I now know them to be even more true. It's just a little frustrating.
6. I love Jess and Carrie. They are what I miss the most about my college days.

hmmmmm. . .

I only have one more week to work as a lunch lady (Hooray!!!). I therefore need a new title for my blog. Any fun suggestions?