Seven quirks

Whilst doing my usual blog reading the other night, I saw someone post seven things about herself to let her readers get to know a little bit more about her (I can’t remember where it was or I would link back to it). I decided to make my list one of quirky things about me rather than serious! I thought I would be more fun that way.

1. It’s safe to say that I cry in almost every movie I see. I could hardly stop crying after a certain point when watching “Up“. I saw it at least 3 times and cried just as much every time. I even got a little teary eyed in “Transformers 3” and I don’t even like the Transformers movies… like, at all.
2. Libraries… I LOVE THEM!!! I love the quiet (unless you sit by those annoying people who’s mothers never told them that a library is supposed to be a quiet place), I love the old libraries with so much character and lots of old books. And lest we forget the hilarious people there who fall asleep on those comfy chairs and couches randomly dispersed. Or a little happening I saw the other day where two ladies who worked at the library were crawling around on the floor with a flashlight looking for something. I have no idea what it was or if they found it, but I was trying to refrain from laughing and taking a picture. Anyway, I particularly like the University of Oklahoma’s library, the Bizzell Memorial library. I was so excited for the school year to start so that I could go to this library every day. I took a few pictures last time I was there, but I’m no photographer, I took them with my iPhone, and ironically it was dark in there. So if you are a photographer, please excuse the lack of quality.

The picture above is of the glass floors in a certain part of the library that I believe is referred to as the stacks. Apparently most students think it’s a bit of a creepy place. Not me though. I love the glass floors and the extremely low ceilings, and the everlasting rows of books. It is so quiet that I just want to sit on the floor and study all day long… All those pictures were from the stacks, so if you can’t tell, I really like that part of the library ūüôā

3. I love to hear someone sit down at a piano and just play with no music, nor anything memorized or necessarily planned, just a little lyrical melody made right at that moment. (I’m not talking about those people who play just to make noise, but the ones who can really play)
4. I have this kind of slight obsession with my dog. Yes, it’s true. My dog is basically my little buddy, and I love that since we’ve moved, he’s started to like me bunches more than he ever has. If he dies before the rapture, I will be crushed… but let’s not talk about that. Oh, and by the way, his name is Skeeter and he is a miniature schnauzer. He is also 12 years old, but personally I don’t think he acts like it.

My little buddy eating something in the yard even after I told him “no.” This totally captures his stubbornness. I love him anyway.

5. Basically I listen to the same music all the time, but sometimes I get this desire to listen to Hawaiian music, specifically Israel Kamakawiwo’ole¬†(really I only listen to the album Facing Future, in case you’re interested). He’s dead now, but he had such a passion for his people, the Hawaiians. His music has such character.
6. Don’t laugh, but when I am alone I talk to myself. That’s not the quirky part though; I think everyone does that. When I talk to myself, I talk in an Australian accent. There might come a time when I need to use it, or maybe just to make someone think I’m from Australia because that would be SO¬†cool. I like to listen to Brooke Fraser¬†talk (actually a New Zealander) and then try to imitate her accent. Other times I listen to podcasts of predominantly people from Australia and listen to the way they say certain words.¬†Hahahahaha….

7. This sort of goes with number six. I prefer to spell things the British way. For example, I prefer “honour” over “honor,” “realise” over “realize,” “yoghurt” over “yogurt.” See what I mean? It’s just a personal preference for no particular reason ūüôā

I hope that lets you in on some silly things about me!!

Thanks (with a lot of pictures)

On this day when I can’t seem to get my mind off the negative around me, I’ve decided to share instead some things I’m thankful for. After all, no one wants to hear a list of woes, right?

Thankful for my little doggy who greets me with love every morning.

Thankful that he likes to hide under my bed (it’s just so cute!).

Thankful that the great horned owl living around here hasn’t eaten my little Skeeter!

Thankful for the cooler weather finally creeping in.

Thankful for Walmart’s incorrect use of grammar which always makes me smile (pretty sure it’s supposed to be “fewer”…correct me if I’m wrong).

Thankful for a great school to go to, as well as the luxuries of homeschool.

Thankful that Paul Hindemith was gracious enough to write some really weird music…

Thankful for a parents who love and care for me, even when I’m not the most pleasant to live with.

Thankful for really cool sunsets and rain that sometimes creep up on you.

Thankful for my lovely sister.

Thankful for the mercy we’re given every day, even though we don’t deserve it.

Thankful for a lovely place to live.

Thankful for family, however far away they may be.

Thankful for memories…

Thankful for this new season of life I’m entering into, however scary it may seem.

Thankful for my Best Friend..Who loves me on my bad days and the days I complain a lot.

Thankful that He sends things my way every day to show me a glimpse of how much He cares.

I could go on. But instead, maybe you could continue with your own thoughts. I’m feeling better already! ūüôā


So I know this is crazy… I was in Australia 3 months ago. I cannot believe it has been that long. Yet, I have not shared any about the trip. We (my mom, sister, two friends, their mom, and I) went there for¬†Planetshakers¬†Conference. I’m not going to go in depth about the conference and the speakers and what each speaker spoke on or how amazing the worship was… I’ll just say that you would have had to have been there. It was incredible.

Opening night at Planetshakers Conference

Planetshakers Conference 2011

Joth Hunt

After coming back, it’s been the strangest thing. I was changed by going to that conference–changed on the inside, changed in my mind, my thoughts.¬†You see, I remember a year ago or less, I got this idea to go to the conference. It was just one of those dreams, and I had no clue it would actually happen. I wanted to go so badly, and here I am now and it’s already three months past. Yet the strange part is that I can’t talk about it or think about it much without getting emotional. I suppose that is totally a female thing. But I’ve refrained¬†from thinking and talking about it much for the sake of not getting emotional. Last night, though, I picked up a book that I bought at the conference. I haven’t even read any of it since the flight home because I can’t stop thinking about something that’s been weighing on my mind and on my heart for these past three months. There was a well of tears that flooded in my eyes as I picked the book up and there was a piece of paper slipped between the pages that was notes from one of the nights at the conference. I can’t stop thinking of how incredible it was to be there. As crazy as this sounds, I felt so at home there. I felt more at¬†home¬†there than anywhere I’ve ever been in my life,¬†even though I was 9000 miles from home.¬†In all actuality, I am much further from home than 9000 miles though, because my home is not here. My home is in heaven. But when I was at that conference… with so many people gathered lifting high the name of Jesus, people getting excited about what God was doing, healings left and right, worship led by some people who are so anointed (especially Henry Seeley).

Henry Seeley

I can’t wait to be somewhere that everyone is gathered to lift high the only one Who is worthy, people¬†really¬†excited about Who God is, worship that is more awesome than could be described, and best of all, I never have to leave that home.I don’t know how else to say it other than, we are¬†made¬†to desire to be home. We are only strangers in this land, and we are not supposed to be comfortable here. I know I am not. I seem to be getting less comfortable here every day. As homesick as I am and as homesick as you may be, don’t forget to wake up all the other people. Wake them up and remind them that we won’t be staying here for long because Dad will be coming any time now to pick us up.

Since April, God just keeps reminding me. Everyday. Sometimes subtly, sometimes not. He reminds me every day that this place I call home is really the farthest thing from home. So now I hope you understand that when I think of Australia I can hardly prevent getting teary eyed because it touches the most sensitive part of me–the part that longs so badly to just be home already. Seriously,¬†I CAN’T WAIT!!!!!!¬†And I sincerely hope you feel the same.

(Conference photo credit goes to Mark Peric)

P.S. A bit of scenery:


One of the 12 apostles

The Great Ocean Road

My mom and I on St. Kilda beach, Melbourne, Australia

St. Paul's Cathedral

Flinder's Square train station

Drive on left side

A field along the Great Ocean Road