Toga! Toga!

I have officially entered back into the college realm! That's right! No more babies, pets, or old people. Just caffeinated college kids with a naive zeal for the upcoming semester's classes. 

Yesterday Gran, Mom, and I arrived at ULM four hours after our 7 a.m. departure. 

Chaotic moment #1: checking in ~Th grand scheme of this took an hour and a half~

Chaotic moment #2: moving all of my junk out of the cars and up to the second story

Chaotic moment # 3: mom, Gran, and myself all trying to hang one object... multiple times.

Chaotic moment #4: working in the newspaper office until 1 a.m. And having to go back in at 10 today.

IT HAS BEEN SO MUCH FUN!!!!!

New roommate is amaaaaaazing :)

Yesterday, during a midnight conversation up at the office (one of many this year I'm sure :) Zach, a friend of mine, was describing to me the Creative Writing class I will be taking this year. He talked about how much he loved the professor, and how he will pick one story and dissect for an hour. I remember Zach reiterating the phrase"You don't have it," a lot. I am soooooooo nervous, but cannot wait until it starts.

Ok, so this post is very scattered and probably even a little on the slow side, but: I HAVE OFFICIALLY STARTED BLOGGING DURING THE SCHOOL SEMESTER! This is a challenge to no one in particular *:chough:*Hannah and Robbie*:cough;*:cough:* to do the same :)

Bye now!

Dear husband, love wife.

(Fesit- So Sorry)

I recently stumbled up a blog that I think is my favorite so far. I don't even know this person, but she warms me from the core out.

While looking for pictures for my dorm on google, I typed in "old romance" to see what I would get. After sifting through LOTS of wrinkly kisses, there it was. An old sepia toned portrait. Sitting in a chair, his body turned away from the camera, is a sophisticated man: overcoat, pocket watch, slicked hair. But, contrary to expected disposition, his head is thrown back, blanketed with a warm smile. His arms are around a sweet woman in her slip, with her curls down. She is on his lap in a nervous half sit half stand, lookig timidly at the picture, as he looks at her. They were beautiful. But, the link the picture took me to was even more so.

There I found a blog titled "Dear husband, love wife." In it I found the thoughts of a woman who was engaged and to be married soon. Her posts were all for him, (for some reason they are apart from each other) and I fell in love with them.

With eight days left, she listed eight sweet things he did for her while dating : standing in snow with hot chocolate until she got off work, fixing her car. She has planned ways for them not to become the boring student married couple, like playing Ding Dong Ditch on their neighbors, but leaving treats at the door. Or building forts in the house.
He has requested she call him Fire Rabbit, after the killer rabbit in Monty Python.
She loves that he loves the gospel.



How awesome is love?

With tabloid covers of women in tears mid strut, or statistics about 50% ending in divorce, capturing real love is like diving into a swimming pool on a hot day. I love finding it in people I don't know. There is nothing more refreshing. And nothing more spiritual.

I am so grateful for the good men I know, and the good man I have.
I cannot wait to help the good men and women who have forgotten their love.

A friend of mine once told me that his mother loves to cook. She cooks huge dinners that anyone is invited to every Sunday. She says she will not drag you to dinner, but cook a feast so inviting that those looking in the window will knock on the door. If it is not clear, her food is like her faith. I hope that my marriage will one day be the same. A feast I can share, for anyone to eat, to learn.

If this link doesn't work, sorry. I'm not the best at this stuff, but it is the picture I found.

http://tailornklairsgarbage.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/vintage_romantic_couple_stock1_by_l.jpg

"In dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own"

Friday afternoon I skipped out of work about an hour early.
It was my last day, and I was leaving a week before camp was over.

I said goodbye to all my kids... then I saw Mason White.
I've had him in my group for two years now. He's not necessarily the best behaved kid, but he is one of my favorites. He is all that is BOY. Not scared of bugs, plays till he's sweaty, I've only seen him cry twice, and trust me, it was legit. Not to mention he's cute as all get out. You know, bleach blonde hair, freckly face, big blue eyes, and the inability to say his r's.

I told him I was leaving and he asked if it was "leavin f'w good?" When I said yes he jumped on my neck all rough, and planted about a thousand something kisses on my cheek. "Please come back next yeaw," he told me through a kiss. "I love you."

OH.MY.GOSH. I could have bawled.

After that me and Corey hit the road on our way to good ole Purvis, Ms. where his grandma (Judy) lives.
On our way up we pulled off in Covington to grab a bite to eat. Parked behind our sought out Chik-fil-A was a diesel pulling a horse trailer that seemed a little lop-sided. Hunched next to it's tire was dad, cranking away at something that stretches beyond my womanly knowledge of fixing tires. His little wife and four daughters sat in a circle on the curb next to him, munching on sandwiches; the mom passing her coke around to the little ones. It was really sweet.

The next day we left Judy's bright and early and made a TEN HOUR TRIP, packed like sardines, to UNIVERSAL STUDIOS!!!!!!

Now I'm sitting at the table wrapped in a towel and wet bathing suit. It's raining outside. Mr. Chuck is popping the second oldest's back with a bear hug. Brad, the baby, gnaws at rib left overs across from me. He's got this half sleepy look in his eyes that only all day at the pool can give a kid. Outside it's POURING. Speaking of pouring, Judy is making herself a Jack and coke. That's the kind of woman she is. I LOVE her. She's very Irish, goes to 7:00 a.m. mass, calls everyone "people," and everything "the damn so and so," and hums Billy Joel.

Tomorrow, WE GO TO HARRY POTTER WORLD. I'm not sure how much I can stress the importance of this. I have been wanting this ever since I was very small. The idea that I might step foot in the world of Harry Potter has filled my head in the place of many a school lesson. It is finally here!!! What's even better; I get to buy a Griffindor scarf and wear it all around my campus, because we have the same colors :)


"It's not like I like my space because I'm weird, I'm doing the dishes." Mr. Chuck to Nick (second oldest) who keeps hovering.

Before I left I asked Grandad for A Tale of Two Cities because I have never read a Dickens book.
"Ack, you don't need all that." He then handed me a very thick, very green book called Ireland. He tapped it twice and nodded his head. So far, I LOVE it. A line from the eldest storyteller in the Catholic village recollects to two young boys about English oppression.
"But lads... even in our most dire straits we kept the old language alive and never ceased the writing of music and poetry, and we clung as fiercely to our religion as we did to the bottle..."


I need to go, Nick is offering me twenty dollars to eat a nasty concoction...and I am a bit broke....