Guac

guacamole. addiction. who's caring. me. i care. i love guac. put it in a camelpack and i swear i'll suck it all day long straight from that straw tube thingy.

Ashokan Farewell

if my older sister, brynna, sees this post without my accrediting her for it- she will hurt me. sooo, brynna, i give you the honors. anyway...
this glorious picture displayed on the right is of the talented Jay Ungar who composed the haunting fiddle piece called "Ashokan Farewell." ever since i can remember, dad has blasted this song through our speakers. this song is so nostalgic for me. when i happen to hear it over the radio, i immediately envision myself drifting to sleep in the backseat of my dad's old station wagon after a long day of ice fishing out on the lake. i've come to love this song more and more each time i hear it. it's melody is simply one-of-a-kind...the kind that i call "timeless" or "eternal"...it's something that, to me, has always been and always will be. it just happened to be captured in writing in the year of 1982. here's a link if you want to learn more about it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sx6dxrhqPZY

Indians

Indians...not the Asian ones...but Native Americans. after working for them and with them for a solid 5 days, i can say that i've learned far more about them than when i had to do a 15 page research papaer on them earlier this spring. my assignment was to shadow a nurse in a medical setting that catered to a cultural minority. while i would have liked to go overseas to fulfill this practicum, i figured i should just stick with something in the U.S. to save some money. when i asked my parents about this transcultural practicum, my dad immediately told me to look into the N.A.C.C. in Mpls (explanation: we used to live in Mpls and my dad is just obsessed with Minnesota). so, long story short, i ended up going there for my 5 day practicum. on my first day there i basically felt like a piece of poop. haha honestly i just didn't mentally prepare myself for the whole experience. i had completely neglected the fact that Native Americans rarely show affirmation or appreciation for others- especially towards strangers. sooooo being the timid, people-pleasing person that i am, i started freaking out. i felt so new and useless, but it seemed that the more i stood aimlessly around the more they resented me. bah it was so frusterating. they were extremely unassertive but incredibly passive-aggressive. after that first day i knew that i had to rely on God's strength to give me a positive attitude and a good work ethic. needless to say, God provided. though it was a challenging week- He brought me through it. i got to see a lot, interact a lot and learn a lot. also, it didn't hurt when i brought in the final "peace-offering" on my last day at the clinic: muffins. all i had to do was set those puppies on the break room counter and before i knew it i was magically best friends with the whole staff! haha makes me laugh. i got sooo many Native American beaded key chains that day it's not even funny. all in all, it was a good experience. it was rocky at first, but God proved to me that perseverance always wins!

Mox

Once upon a time, there was a Malinda Moon and an Adam Cox. They met at a Copeland concert and fell in love.


One day Adam took Malinda to a secret forest and got down on his knees. He asked her if she would let him live beside her for the rest of their days. She said "yes!" and he took out a 1950s vintage ring and slid it onto her finger.


Then, Malinda's friends discovered the newly engaged couple in the secret forest and congratulated them relentlessly.


Malinda's friends could not believe how beautiful the ring was.


They all tipped their hats to Adam for his impeccable ring-finding skills.


After many hugs, kisses, and tears, the friends forced the couple to pose in front of these intoxicatingly gorgeous flowers. Adam and Malinda (aka Mox) looked like pure angels. I will instinctively think of this image as often as I think of this dear couple. I pray God's grace in their future lives together.

What If...

what if i was up until 5 o clock in the morning studying for my Mental Health exam- only to discover, upon entering the exam room at 10 am, that i would not be taking the Mental exam but, rather, the Gerontology exam? i felt sick. i almost cried. but it was my own fault. i can't let my mom know or else she'll chop my head off. you guys are sworn to secrecy. anyway, the bright side is that i'm all geared up for my Mental final tomorrow.

Forest Ring

ok you guys think i'm obsessed. but come oooooooooon- look at it!! just look at it!!! how could i not!!??!!

Paul Bunyan

one thing i hate more than witnessing an elderly couple pulling out a crumpled $10 bill in order to purchase a "smorgas bord" meal at Baldwin is to peer down the cashier line at Wildcat only to see the faint profile of a hunched-over college boy shamefully handing his few soggy dollar bills over to the cashier to buy his dinner. honestly, when i witnessed this event take place this evening i almost started crying. i was beyond uncomfortable with the whole ordeal. first off, who the poop allows such a tragedy to take place?!?! disclaimer: if i had been closer to the front of the line i would have flown horizontal over the counter in order to swipe my meal card for him. oh my word i get so depressed when i think about how many extra meals i probably have on my account. anyway- what's more, when i had finally swiped my meal and left the premise of that atrocious money-hungry food business my eyes were immediately directed to a small corner in the dining area where i recognized the same hunched-over profile i had previously seen. and there he was, quietly eating his ham n cheese sub all by himself. i began to moan. but let me explain myself- for this moaning was not merely a manifestation of sympathy but, more so, of complete admiration. one thing i love more than a guy who resembles Paul Bunyan is a man who is completely ok with being alone. the image of a person contentedly eating by himself may appear pathetic to some people but, to me, savors strongly of confidence and security. i only wish that man the best of luck in securing a donor's meal swipe the next time his stomach comes calling.