Steaks, Puppies, & Kylie

That last word was thrown in for funzies since I was just g-chatting with Kylie about my newfound blog.

Taylor and I went to FW this weekend to hang out with some friends and it was a grand ole time. We ate steaks at Drew’s house with his family, Estebaan & Whitney, Jerrod, and their Latvian student Laura. I’m excited to be in a big city with traffic (at least I will be for the first day), places to shop, and restaurants to choose from. We ate at Chipotle, which was delicious, and we didn’t know anyone…I loved it.

I’m ready to move somewhere and start new. What I mean by that is I’m ready to walk into Wal-Mart and not have to stop every other aisle to carry on conversations with people I really only know because I met them one time freshman year and have waived to ever since. Know those people? It drives me nuts. It’s like that Seinfeld episode where Elaine keeps waiving to the guy in her building and he just ignores her one day. I want to ignore people sometimes. Not in a mean way, but in a I-just-woke-up-and-I’m-just-trying-to-buy-cinnamon-rolls-so-leave-me-alone-at-the-grocery-store kind of way. I knew this guy once that I met one time 4 years ago and for the first 2 to 2 1/2 years we did the awkward “hey ____” as we passed by. It slowly evolved into a head nod which slowly evolved into a small smile which slowly evolved into nothing. Soon, though, the lack of awknowledgement turned into an awkward encounter because we would just try to avoid all eye contact with each other. Now, I basically jump in the bushes anytime I pass him because it has become that awkward. How does that happen? Oh well…at least I don’t have to fake a smile when really I can’t even remember how I met him or what his name was. The ones that scare me are those “Hey Sarah!!!!!!” when – let’s face it – I’ve never seen the person in my life. Apparently I have, and we had a great time, but yikes – I can’t remember now. I know I’ll miss the frequency of these encounters in FW…

We looked at puppies today. Oops! They are collie/lab/retriever mixes and cuuuuuute cute. I told Taylor we shouldn’t go because we just would go home with one. Sure enough here we are on the back porch of Estebaan’s grandma’s house holding these little fur balls that can’t even really walk yet. Watching newborn puppies attempt to walk is almost as painful as working with middle school kids. The awkward meter is just off the charts. These puppies were spread-eagle on the concrete trying to move one leg at a time. Painful. They were still cute though. I think Taylor was so in love with this one little boy that if Whit and Estebaan don’t take it, we’ll end up with another dog. That will equal 1 1/2 dogs. Maybe Mack will learn to act more like a canine over time.

It’s pass the key time. I woooonder who it is!! We sure do marry them off.

Catdog & Sexies

Title in reference to that stupid show on Nickelodeon: So I heard this rustling around the other day while Mack was finding a place to lay (he’s 70 pounds so it’s quite the process). I turn around to look and sure enough my dog has found a nice place on the back of the couch. Unbelievable. We’re borderline obsessed with our dog so much so that Taylor and I were eating breakfast and he was thinking about dropping our kids off at college and becoming empty-nesters, (maybe a little ahead of himself..) so I told him, naturally, that was a weird thought and how we’re empty-nesters right no. His response? “No we aren’t” as we both look over at our dog sitting as stoic as possible next to the table where he knows we’ll feed him 1/2 of our plate at most every meal if he just works his charm. Behold our catdog:

So last night I went to the 2nd of 6 lingerie showers I’m going to in the next week. Majority of these showers are for THWAD members (the pod in Barrett Hall) and it is weird to me that everyone is getting hitched. I’m excited for them but it’s overwhelming the amount of money and time that will be devoted to showers & weddings this summer. Phew. It was so good, though, to hang out with those girls. Hard to believe our 4 years at ACU are almost up. I can’t wait to come back though….I want to be “that person” that can afford to pay for kid’s to go to ACU. Maybe we’ll be kazillionaires and be able to do that. I feel sure that I’ve given enough to the school already though to have some sort of a monument or maybe a building in my name. That’s not too much to ask, right?

I love meeting new people. If I see a weirdo person on campus, my immediate thought is “I want to talk to them”. I don’t know why. There’s a guy named Duran on campus that always wears silly sweatpants and an Indiana Jones hat & settler boots. I just love the guy. He’s really smart and so nice if you just talk to him. If it weren’t for that obscure obsession with meeting new and different people, I wouldn’t have most of the multicultural friends I have. We white folk stick to our kind pretty good. Well I guess everyone does. Like I told LYNAY in my senior speech though, if you don’t like people that are different – culturally and ethnically – you’re going to be in a heap of hurt in heaven. So much can be learned from other cultures and I want to learn it all. I mean we had a small Korean man sing “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” at our rehearsal dinner, for goodness sake. What would our lives be like without Steve-Chan and the way he pronounced words. Ribrlaly? Oh…he means library. He seriously is one of my favorite people ever and I just wouldn’t have met him had it not been for ACU and its multiculturality (college dollars well spent on that word…thanks mom).

Wings & Money

I almost became a vegetarian tonight. It was very close to being final. I looked up a recipe for wings tonight because we bought some delicious chicken at Wal-Mart. I go to the store and buy the wing sauce, get home and open the chicken. Hooooly crap! There are actual full-length flying wings in our fridge. Maybe this is normal for most people, but I’m new to this homemaking stuff so I google “how to cut chicken wings” and it gets very straightforward instructions. Luckily, someone gave us some killer knives and I got the largest meat cleaver I could find. As I gag, I try to pull apart the wing and I realize that I can almost see this chicken’s beady little eyes telling me how I should be eating vegetables and fruit for dinner instead. I realized you actually have to saw through the bone – which is absolutely repulsive – so I just slammed that thing down as hard as I could to make a good clean break. Taylor said it was his favorite meal…and the chicken was pretty good in the end…but I think if I have more encounters with butchering almost-live animals, I might decide that meat is overrated. At least while I’m cooking.

I have a love-hate relationship with International Business. I love what we talk about but I hate it because I always leave feeling overwhelmed and frustrated. Today we talked about how Denmarkers (you heard it) are the most happy people in the world. They had some big elaborate reason why, but really we just ended up talking about America again and how we are greedy and in it for the money and material stuff. In this video, the Danish guy said, “Americans just need to not worry about money, but rather doing something they love.” HEELLLLOOO that’s what I tell all these people who try to help me find a job. I just don’t care about the paycheck. If I did, I wouldn’t have worked in ACU Campus Visits at $5.15/hr. Thank goodness they raised minimum wage but still I would work there as long as it covered my bills. Now that I’m getting out into “the real world”, I keep telling these career experts that I guess I want to go non-profit, because I have to care about what I’m doing. Chances are, I’m not going to be passionate about being the top Cutco knife salesman in the United States. However, put me in a place where people matter and social justice is at the forefront and I will thrive. I guarantee I can sell…I just need to be passionate about what I’m selling or where I’m working. People think I’m nuts – even the “career experts” – and it’s about to drive me crazy.

I’ve narrowed it down to a list of the jobs I think I might love (None are very likely but who cares):
1. Travelling professionally and taking others with me to broaden worldviews & help others experience what I have
2. Opening a Wayside Waif in Texas…possibly a dog spa also. Don’t judge.
3. Running a business with Taylor that helped the poor find sustainability
4. Cooking tours around the world (I mean it would be fun, right?!)
5. Starting my own marketing/management/people-centric consulting firm for churches & non-profits
6. Managing partner at Ernst & Young (sike…that’s just in there for Taylor)
7. Being a professional youth volunteer that goes on all trips and acts as the “fun” one

That’s it for right now. I’m sure I’ll think of others. It’s all about the Benjamins, baby.

Roses, Lancaster, & Africa

Our rose bush is dying. How can we plant something 1 month ago and it already keel over? Everything else seems to be ok but my goodness. It’s really quite embarrassing.

So these girls came today to visit from Lancaster, TX. I now remember why I love my job. First off, they were really funny. One girl brought her mom, 2 aunts, and a friend. They loved ACU so much that they cried, jumped up and down, and told me they fell in love with me. It’s times like today that I remember what a crazy incredible place this is, and why I love my job – all 60 hours a week of it. (slight exaggeration, but really..)

I had a dad about a month ago come up to me at the desk and say, “so I heard you talking about downtown Abilene. Where are some good 18 and up places for us to go tonight?” Oh…excuse me, sir? Is that a joke? Did you forget what university you were currently touring? So to answer his question (I was only talking about the thriving metropolis on the south side – like the mall) I was trying to say vague restaurants like Chili’s, Buffalo Wild Wings, etc. that had a bar but weren’t too awkward to say outloud. He of course proceeded to ask which bars were only in Abilene. He kept pressing me so my options either were to quietly talk to him or send him to the public computers where the rest of the guests were. Long story short, I end up on the Guitars website (classy) when over walks the Director of Admissions. That’s embarrassing. Did I mention, also, that this same dad took a smoke break during the Jacob’s Dream part of the tour with Dani? Hilarious.

I talked to a lady on the phone yesterday about jobs in Fort Worth and she had been to the Village of Hope. We talked for a while about what she was doing and about my internship and it made my heart hurt. I want so badly to go back and to take Taylor, mom, & Jared. It’s such an incredible place and I think I never fully brought my whole heart back to the U.S. when I left.

Speaking of, in Winegeart’s class the other day, we were talking about America like we normally do. It’s international business so of course we bring up the country we live in right along with the others. Basically what was said is that America was built on Christian principles and we have become so far removed from that. Everyone knows this, but we listened to a lecture by a guy who used to be a laywer in the Bush Senior administration. He presented quote after quote after quote from the founding fathers and other old-timers about the original intentions for our country. Interestingly enough, in 1859 Darwin introduced his book about evolution. In 1869, a new president took over Harvard and brought evolution theory into law. Harvard originally had a mission that said something like “we will educate and teach the truth and bring all students to know Jesus Christ”. Sometime over the past 150 years, their motto has been shortened to “truth”. So in 1902-ish, a supreme court dude brought evolution to the government and the idea that law is an ever-evolving concept, separate from religion. In 1906, ACU was founded. The point? Before 1906, there was no need for Christian colleges because every university was a Christian one. We then started talking about Christianity and how we’re all compromising our values and becoming unsure of the definition of “absolute truth”. Basically, it was very thought provoking and I came home and asked Taylor what we were going to do with our lives to bring heaven to earth. Any ideas? How can a country come so far…and how can a people come so far….and how do we get back?

I don’t know, but I’m eating some delicious sandwiches with Belinda and Taylor tonight so I invite you to come discuss it over dinner.

Sims, Ideas, & COBA

Oops. We bought the Sims and I can’t stop playing. It’s the dumbest game and I think “oh I’ll just play until they reach gold aspiration” (don’t know what I’m talking about? Good.) but I end up playing forever. Taylor has his baseball game so we make the lamest couple just playing our stupid games. I think I just love the fact that I am not having to think and I get to decorate virtual houses. And shop. It’s kind of a racy game though that should never be promoted for children. I’ll keep that in mind when the little blueberries (anyone??) come along.

Do you ever have a really good idea and someone else just takes it and runs with it all the while pretending it was theirs? Man that makes me frustrated. I think God constantly surrounds me with testing people to change my attitude. I think he puts people in my life that push all of my buttons just so I will learn to love even when it is hard. Of my top ten list of most obnoxious traits (whistling, singing American-Idol-style out loud, constant tapping, making mouth smacking noises, and saying “aaaaaawwwwkwaaarrrddd” when things really aren’t, just to name a few…) God puts people in my life that hit up all 10 at the same time. Quite the humbling experience when you finally realize you were being a turd all along. I just wish sometimes God would write me a nice note to teach me a lesson or maybe just let me think I’m right for once. Just kidding but really…maybe the more obnoxious I act towards others, the more obnoxious of a situation or a lesson I will be taught.

I’m T – 2 weeks away from graduation and I hope I can make it. I know that I’m so close to ending this madhouse we call school. This is my second semester in a row to take 18 hours and I am about to croak. What’s the worst about taking that many hours is the classes that are so pointelss you want to scream. It’s my senior year…how do I still have joke classes? What I’ve been so impressed with is the fact that even though I’ve had boring professors in COBA, I’ve never taken one class in which I didn’t learn a thing. I sure did take several in other buildings that were you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me types. I’m about to the limit of absences before I get dropped in almost all of my classes. The worst part is that I don’t care at all. Yikes.

In my Intro to Business class first semester Junior year, I knew I was really going to like this thing we call the College of Business Administration. At the same time, I also started learning about how to make a profit. Shortly thereafter I realized that I just don’t care about making a lot of money. Maybe I’m in the wrong field…sorry parents! Either way, I’ve absolutely loved my time there and I’m sad I’ve only had 2 years there instead of a normal 4. I get nervous that I should have been paying closer attention in various classes and that once someone hires me as a marketer I’ll realize I don’t really know what I’m doing. Will someone find me a job where I can just consult on what I know, work when I want, and travel the world…all while taking my husband? Great. Thanks.

Taylor made

Anyone hear the song “Tailor Made”? I like to think she meant Taylor….like my Taylor. This post is dedicated to why I love my husband and why everyone should appreciate him like I do. Let’s start by saying he doesn’t have a mohawk anymore…

I always wondered why God put us together on the VERY first day at ACU. Really? Is that a joke? I had a super-great plan about finding the man of my dreams somewhere along the way but not dating seriously until my senior year at the earliest. Lo-and-behold I met him through his ex-girlfriend through our parents through Harding University’s social clubs. (It’s a long story) When I met him I thought he surely had to be a jerk because he was too good-looking to be a nice guy. Even on our first hang-out I thought “well he sure is dreamy so I’ll go out with him because he’s attractive but that will be it”. As it turned out…I was wrong. Thank goodness.

Approximately 3 years, 8 months, and 4 days later…I’m married to the most wonderful man. He treats me unbelievably well and he will forever be loyal and faithful. One of his main priorities is being the best provider he can. Not many people can say that their spouse puts others’ needs before theirs, but I can. Although on occasion I just want to splurge and buy a shirt…he works so hard to provide the best for us. His job is making memory foam pillows. Why? Because it’s an income and he’s not too cool or above certain positions. When he heard that ACU needed a “transportation specialist” and he knew it would be extra money, he jumped at the chance. He’s now a pillow-making golf cart boy and I love him for that. Not many people can say either that their spouse is humble or not above certain titles or positions.

These types of jobs are typically reserved for high school dropouts, addicts and the like. At least that’s what we imagine. Taylor will graduate college in 4 years with a bachelor’s and master’s of accounting. He has rougly a 3.8 GPA, got offers to intern with 3 of the big 4 accounting firms, and is working for E&Y in Ft. Worth in October. He’s good at just about anything he does – which, if I weren’t so stinkin’ proud of him, would make me want to barf. He is incredibly talented and yet he cares nothing about appearances or materialistic crap.

He loves our dog. May sound stupid, but if he cares that much about a mutt dog with a half-black tongue and scary hair, I know he’ll be an awesome father. Just like his dad, Taylor has strong convictions that are unwavering. He cares for people others don’t, he has patience to deal with extremely testing individuals, and he constantly looks for the good in others…even when I try my best to complain about situations or friends. He challenges me to be nonjudgmental, loving, and patient.

He eats ice cream like a little boy, plays MLB baseball video games for hours on end, puts cans and other trash in the sink instead of the trash can, leaves the toilet seat up, has a nerdy obsession with computers and how they work, is the most loyal and dedicated friend you could have, makes excel spreadsheets for any occasion, gets talkative at night when I’m trying to sleep, tickles me until I want to punch him, can’t go out to eat without ordering appetizers and enough food for the city of Abilene, talks relentlessly in his sleep, wears the same pair of jeans for weeks on end, loves to read and do crosswords, laughs so hard he almost cries, and I couldn’t be more in love with him.

Tears, Mohawks, & Sinners

Well, as it turns out, nothing funny happened at work. I actually just ended up crying a lot. Are you one of those people who waits forever, bottles everything, and ends up bawling for hours? Yea…me either… yikes. Life is frustrating to me. Why am I given certain qualities and standards when no one else is? I guess sometimes it turns out good but right now I’m frustrated. For some reason I wasn’t athletically-inclined. I’m not talented in an arena where I can participate with other people. One of my talents instead is efficiency. Are you kidding me? “I can’t go play volleyball with you, but I can enter data into the computer 5x faster than anyone else.” Awesome. I think I hit the wall yesterday. I love my job and I love interacting with people but I’m tired of wanting more and striving for more when others are content being less than mediocre. I’m a “doer” as Jennifer pointed out…it just makes me annoyed that no one else is. Or so I feel currently. Rar. If I’m already frustrated and I haven’t even gotten a real job, how is life going to work out for me? It’s like I’m staring the most daunting task in the face and I just can’t find motivation to keep working hard and to keep pushing for excellence. I know there’s a purpose for me to be wired this way but man is it hard to live with.

So Taylor has a mohawk. I don’t really want to talk about it because I don’t want to state publicly that we are “those kind” of people. Really though, his friends convinced him last night that he needed one for Riatta Fest 2009. Sound cool? That’s because it is. Tonight, ladies and gents, is the final Riatta Fest for all of our friends. Most of the people driving to Abilene are our dear friends that started strong at ACU and somewhere along the way ended up elsewhere. Almost all (Steve Chan can’t come because he is in the Korean army. They don’t allow off for Riatta Fest) of our core group of friends from the past 4 years will be here tonight for our final hoo-rah. 3 boys live in Riatta Ranch, hence the name, so it’ll be a tight squeeze but I’m pretty excited. Cajun cones, hamburgers, friends..that’s good stuff.

In International Business the other day, Winegeart was talking about how he thinks the end of the world is coming in our lifetime. He talked about how our generation does not know the Bible and believes that truth is relative. Touche, salesman. However…one thing our generation does right compared to others is realized that slamming Bibles over people’s heads maybe isn’t the best way to reach them. Yes, I concur, we can’t name all of Nebuchadnezzer’s brothers, sister-in-laws, friends, and cows, but we do have a better grasp of what showing Christ to others is about and what it means to “take care of widows and orphans” as we were called to do. Social service has been a huge movement we’ve been involved in. True we need the backing of the Word but false our generation is not completely going to the pooper.

I was reading Exodus the other week and things were going well with Moses. Then all of the sudden it says something about how God was about to kill him. Wait, what? Back up…read again….yep sure enough he came millimeters away from losing his life. Thanks to his wife for saving him. It made me wonder if God still does that. The moral is: don’t run red lights or do anything risky otherwise your spouse will have to save your back. Just kidding. But seriously what in the world. Look it up: Exodus 4:24-26. Kind of a gross ending but notice how random that is. If we are going to know the Word…why can’t it at least flow a little better?

I’m off to the Fest. Get excited.

Blogging, eh?

I have learned throughout the years that if I will actually write my thoughts out, mom (or now Taylor) won’t have to say “Mommy’s ears are tired” but I still process information. So here we go – we’re giving this a try.

So I am now 103 days, 2472 hours, or 148320 minutes into married life. There are so many things that no one tells you before you get married. I don’t know if it is a conspiracy, a big “April Fool’s” or what. Everyone decides to keep details to themselves and let you be surprised on your own. Marriage, really though, is incredible. One thing no one tells you is that it is awesome to just sit around with your best friend. You get tons of advice but I can boil it all down: if you aren’t marrying your best friend…think again. Taylor and I are having a blast just being. We even planted a garden…but that’s a blog for another time.

It’s 3 weeks out from graduation and I still don’t know what I’m going to do. The sad part is that I don’t really care. I still firmly believe that if I trust in God, he’ll lead the way. I’m trying not to let that be my excuse for not looking, but I am standing by it if I just don’t feel right about an offer or an opportunity. I think if I wouldn’t have gotten married in January I would be caught up in a mix of emotions about leaving ACU. I love it dearly and I just don’t know if I’m confident yet in my knowledge to go out into the big, bad world. One good thing is that I have a broader prospective than most since I have spent the semester with just my husband and me. I know life will go on…so really I am in a good transitional period.

I just remembered the problem with blogging: rambling. I feel sure that I will have plenty to blog about that is funny, simply from stupid things people do in Campus Visits. I also want to use this as a venting station for marketing and how I just don’t know if I get it. That’s for later. I’m hanging up for now. We’re hungry.