Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Don't you steal MY gas!
I get paid on thursday nights but I am so busy on fridays that I don't have time to cash it. Then the banks are closed on the weekends. So I was out of money and I don't have a debit card because then it is too easy for me to spend money.
On Sunday night I had to go to work. I was below E on my gas gage. I prayed the whole way to work that I would make it. Then on my way home I prayed again and made it. Thank God I don't live too far from work.
The next day my roommate and I were going to go to the movies and we were going to get gas on the way. Well twenty feet from my house we ran out of gas. So we parked and I told my roommate to walk home and get the gas tank and I was going to go to the store and get money.
My roommate walking the twenty feet home prayed on her way there that God would send us someone to drive us to the gas station so that we don't have to walk. (It was kinda far) As she walked up to the house our friend Chris stepped! She screamed and he drove me to the gas station.
Chris's truck does not have a lift gate and after I bought the gas I asked him if the gas tank would fall out. He said that it shouldn't so I put it back there next to the cab. Well a few lights later we turned a corner and Chris says, "Oops there goes the gas." I laughed and he pulled over, I got out and walked the little ways to the one gallon gas tank.
As I was walking to it an old man in a white car pulls up to my gas tank and opens his doors. As I round the corner of his car I see him lean out and start to pick it up. I leaned down and put my hand on the handle and said, "Excuse me sir, but this is MY gas." He let go and I took my gas. I walked back to the truck and Chris said, "He was NOT just going to steal our gas?"
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On Sunday night I had to go to work. I was below E on my gas gage. I prayed the whole way to work that I would make it. Then on my way home I prayed again and made it. Thank God I don't live too far from work.
The next day my roommate and I were going to go to the movies and we were going to get gas on the way. Well twenty feet from my house we ran out of gas. So we parked and I told my roommate to walk home and get the gas tank and I was going to go to the store and get money.
My roommate walking the twenty feet home prayed on her way there that God would send us someone to drive us to the gas station so that we don't have to walk. (It was kinda far) As she walked up to the house our friend Chris stepped! She screamed and he drove me to the gas station.
Chris's truck does not have a lift gate and after I bought the gas I asked him if the gas tank would fall out. He said that it shouldn't so I put it back there next to the cab. Well a few lights later we turned a corner and Chris says, "Oops there goes the gas." I laughed and he pulled over, I got out and walked the little ways to the one gallon gas tank.
As I was walking to it an old man in a white car pulls up to my gas tank and opens his doors. As I round the corner of his car I see him lean out and start to pick it up. I leaned down and put my hand on the handle and said, "Excuse me sir, but this is MY gas." He let go and I took my gas. I walked back to the truck and Chris said, "He was NOT just going to steal our gas?"
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Tuesday, September 07, 2004
I must be getting old!
I am a 23 year old girl who frequently forgets she is 23 and thinks that she is 19. I feel like I am 19. Then things like today happens that makes me feel really old.
I clean for this lady and she pays me pretty good. I go over there every couple weeks for a few hours. Well today I went to clean and she had me pack up some stuff for her to donate to my school. But because I live in the dorm like house I got to take the stuff to my house.
So there was dishes, which I am giving the new guys next door because they don't have any and need some and I already have plenty. But what I got to take home was some canned goods and some mixing bowls and glass measuring cups and some tupperware.
I was so excited about the tupperware! Especially about this one yellow rectangle one. When I was young my mom had one and she put the brown sugar in it. I have been wanting one for such a long time. And I have been wanting a glass measuring cup too. Both things I got today. I was overjoyed!
I packed all the stuff up in boxes and put them in my car. Finished cleaning collected my money and drove home. On the way home I was thinking how excited I was then I stopped. "Oh my gosh! I must be getting old to be so excited about tupperware!"
That gave me a reality check and I realized that I was not 19 anymore. That I was growing up. I mean gosh I cook for 7 or 8 people every night and teach them how to heat up their food in the microwave. Sometimes they say that I am their new mom! What the heck! I have no idea what is going on here.
Growing up sucks!
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I clean for this lady and she pays me pretty good. I go over there every couple weeks for a few hours. Well today I went to clean and she had me pack up some stuff for her to donate to my school. But because I live in the dorm like house I got to take the stuff to my house.
So there was dishes, which I am giving the new guys next door because they don't have any and need some and I already have plenty. But what I got to take home was some canned goods and some mixing bowls and glass measuring cups and some tupperware.
I was so excited about the tupperware! Especially about this one yellow rectangle one. When I was young my mom had one and she put the brown sugar in it. I have been wanting one for such a long time. And I have been wanting a glass measuring cup too. Both things I got today. I was overjoyed!
I packed all the stuff up in boxes and put them in my car. Finished cleaning collected my money and drove home. On the way home I was thinking how excited I was then I stopped. "Oh my gosh! I must be getting old to be so excited about tupperware!"
That gave me a reality check and I realized that I was not 19 anymore. That I was growing up. I mean gosh I cook for 7 or 8 people every night and teach them how to heat up their food in the microwave. Sometimes they say that I am their new mom! What the heck! I have no idea what is going on here.
Growing up sucks!
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Tuesday, August 31, 2004
A pimple in my eye ball?
I went to the eye doctor and he told me that I have a pimple in my eye ball! Ok we normally don't call eye pimples - eye pimples but sty's (sp?).
At first I did not know what was the matter with my eye. I thought maybe because my car has a sunroof and the roof is falling apart from rust that rust fell in it and I couldn't get it out or something. My friend from work made me laugh so hard last night because he said, "Maybe you will have to have surgery and you won't have an eye anymore. Then people will ask what happened to your eye and you will say, Oh rust fell in um." Maybe I am just weird but I thought that was so funny.
I have had sty's before but not like this. It started on thursday. The days when I had no sleep. First my eye was really achy and I thought that it was because I was tired. So I just rubbed it. (I know, I know you are never to rub your eyes) Then the next day I had no sleep and I just figured it was cuz I was still tired. Then I slept in the next day and it still hurt. I didn't think too much of it. Then sunday I woke up and it was swollen a little. So my roommate made me put a hot rag on it. Didn't help too much. Then Monday it was swollen twice as much. So I called the eye doctor and made an appointment for today. The best thing about it was that I got to leave work an hour and a half early and it got me into the eye doctor.
Anyways, I loved this eye doctor. I got there and sat down for two minutes and then I filled out the paper and had my check up. I have been over due for my check up for a long time now. I just have been procrastinating. I guess it took a sty to get me in there.
So I fill out the paper work at the doctors office and he calls the insurance people that I am supposed to have provided for me by my job and they say that they have no records of me. WHAT!? I have been working for them now for a year and you are supposed to have benifits after one month! What the heck?
The doc was cool though and he let me get the check up and told me to get my benifits taken care of and call him. Then I would come in and pick out my glasses. The human resorces people are still working on trying to find my benifits and stuff. It is getting really annoying. But that is ok.
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At first I did not know what was the matter with my eye. I thought maybe because my car has a sunroof and the roof is falling apart from rust that rust fell in it and I couldn't get it out or something. My friend from work made me laugh so hard last night because he said, "Maybe you will have to have surgery and you won't have an eye anymore. Then people will ask what happened to your eye and you will say, Oh rust fell in um." Maybe I am just weird but I thought that was so funny.
I have had sty's before but not like this. It started on thursday. The days when I had no sleep. First my eye was really achy and I thought that it was because I was tired. So I just rubbed it. (I know, I know you are never to rub your eyes) Then the next day I had no sleep and I just figured it was cuz I was still tired. Then I slept in the next day and it still hurt. I didn't think too much of it. Then sunday I woke up and it was swollen a little. So my roommate made me put a hot rag on it. Didn't help too much. Then Monday it was swollen twice as much. So I called the eye doctor and made an appointment for today. The best thing about it was that I got to leave work an hour and a half early and it got me into the eye doctor.
Anyways, I loved this eye doctor. I got there and sat down for two minutes and then I filled out the paper and had my check up. I have been over due for my check up for a long time now. I just have been procrastinating. I guess it took a sty to get me in there.
So I fill out the paper work at the doctors office and he calls the insurance people that I am supposed to have provided for me by my job and they say that they have no records of me. WHAT!? I have been working for them now for a year and you are supposed to have benifits after one month! What the heck?
The doc was cool though and he let me get the check up and told me to get my benifits taken care of and call him. Then I would come in and pick out my glasses. The human resorces people are still working on trying to find my benifits and stuff. It is getting really annoying. But that is ok.
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Thursday, August 26, 2004
Hello sperm, meet egg!
Last night while I was at work I was talking with one of the guys. The two of us like to talk about things from the Bible and where we stand on certain issues.
He asked me when I thought the soul was created. Was it created before our bodies were created or was it created the second that the sperm met the egg?
I thought that was a very good question. I don't think that the Bible says when the soul was created. God does say that he knew us when we were in the womb but it doesn't say that He knew us before we were in the womb.
This question brings us to another question. If the soul was created before sperm met the egg then where does God keep all the souls?
I am asking you this question. If our souls were created before our bodies then where are the the souls kept before the bodies are created? Please leave a comment and tell me what you think.
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He asked me when I thought the soul was created. Was it created before our bodies were created or was it created the second that the sperm met the egg?
I thought that was a very good question. I don't think that the Bible says when the soul was created. God does say that he knew us when we were in the womb but it doesn't say that He knew us before we were in the womb.
This question brings us to another question. If the soul was created before sperm met the egg then where does God keep all the souls?
I am asking you this question. If our souls were created before our bodies then where are the the souls kept before the bodies are created? Please leave a comment and tell me what you think.
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I ran out of gas.
Yesterday I took my car in to get the odometer taken out so that I could fix it. I waited for them to take it out then I had my roommate take me to the guy who fixes the odometer. He told me that it would not be ready till the next day. That really sucked.
So I went to pick up the odometer at the fix it guys place at 8:30am. Then took it to the shop where my car was so that they could put it back in. Then I went to my 9 o'clock class and told the mechanics that I would be back at noon to pick up my car.
After class I had my friend drop me off. I go inside and the mechanic asked if I got his message. I hadn't seeing as I was in class the whole time. He said that the speedometer cable had broken. It was going to cost me $65 to buy the cable abd $100 to replace it. SUCK!!!! They had not even put the odometer back in yet either! I had to wait for 3 hours for them to put it back in. So I took a two and a half hour nap in the waiting room while I waited because I had only slept for four hours the night before.
I was going to go and get a cell phone today after picking up my car. But once the car was done I had to go back to school for another class.
I never had the chance to get the phone because I had to leave for my high school small group that I lead. I also had to pick up one of the kids on the way. I was hoping that I would be able to make it to the town where small group was because gas there is 12 cents cheaper. I thought I would be able to make it.
Not a chance. On the freeway I ran out of gas. So Jose and I got out and walked to the call bax that had an emergancy phone in it. Jose told me that he thought that this was so cool. I thought he was crazy. I had a good attitude about it though.
We walked back to the car and sat on the wall next to the freeway and waited for our friend Dixon to come and bring us a can of gas because a gas station was too far for us to walk.
We waited and waited. I felt like I was going to spend the rest of my life sitting on that wall waiting. Finally Dixon showed up and I started to put the one gallon of gas in my car.
While I was doing this Jose walked up to me and said, "Hey, its Miles." As if Miles was some famous guy. Miles is the guitar player in my band. He had seen me on the side of the road and wondered if I was ok so he turned around to check.
Finally we made it to small group and hour late! But at least we made it. We had small group and after all the kids came out to see my car. One of the guys, Justin, reads my blog so he had read that entry that I made saying that I was in love.
They were looking at it and Justin kept on saying that he was falling in love and thought that my car was the best. I asked him if he was making fun of me and he said no. They got a kick out of the rust holes in the roof and the different color hood and fender. But they all loved it and thought that it screamed my name. I thought that was cute.
They really loved it. One of the guys even said they were getting hot over my car. I thought that was funny. They all wanted to know if it went fast too. And of course I told them it did.
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So I went to pick up the odometer at the fix it guys place at 8:30am. Then took it to the shop where my car was so that they could put it back in. Then I went to my 9 o'clock class and told the mechanics that I would be back at noon to pick up my car.
After class I had my friend drop me off. I go inside and the mechanic asked if I got his message. I hadn't seeing as I was in class the whole time. He said that the speedometer cable had broken. It was going to cost me $65 to buy the cable abd $100 to replace it. SUCK!!!! They had not even put the odometer back in yet either! I had to wait for 3 hours for them to put it back in. So I took a two and a half hour nap in the waiting room while I waited because I had only slept for four hours the night before.
I was going to go and get a cell phone today after picking up my car. But once the car was done I had to go back to school for another class.
I never had the chance to get the phone because I had to leave for my high school small group that I lead. I also had to pick up one of the kids on the way. I was hoping that I would be able to make it to the town where small group was because gas there is 12 cents cheaper. I thought I would be able to make it.
Not a chance. On the freeway I ran out of gas. So Jose and I got out and walked to the call bax that had an emergancy phone in it. Jose told me that he thought that this was so cool. I thought he was crazy. I had a good attitude about it though.
We walked back to the car and sat on the wall next to the freeway and waited for our friend Dixon to come and bring us a can of gas because a gas station was too far for us to walk.
We waited and waited. I felt like I was going to spend the rest of my life sitting on that wall waiting. Finally Dixon showed up and I started to put the one gallon of gas in my car.
While I was doing this Jose walked up to me and said, "Hey, its Miles." As if Miles was some famous guy. Miles is the guitar player in my band. He had seen me on the side of the road and wondered if I was ok so he turned around to check.
Finally we made it to small group and hour late! But at least we made it. We had small group and after all the kids came out to see my car. One of the guys, Justin, reads my blog so he had read that entry that I made saying that I was in love.
They were looking at it and Justin kept on saying that he was falling in love and thought that my car was the best. I asked him if he was making fun of me and he said no. They got a kick out of the rust holes in the roof and the different color hood and fender. But they all loved it and thought that it screamed my name. I thought that was cute.
They really loved it. One of the guys even said they were getting hot over my car. I thought that was funny. They all wanted to know if it went fast too. And of course I told them it did.
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Monday, August 23, 2004
To move or not to move...that is the question.
I have been thinking about moving to Seattle WA. My band is thinking about relocating there because it would be easier for us to make it big over there.
I have always been skeptical about small time bands thinking that they could make it big. I have been in some really good bands and they had some really good potential. The problem with the whole idea of "Making it big" is that most of the time the people who make it big have a lot of money that they can use to help them make it big.
My band has no money to make it big. We are all just normal 20/30 something people with regular jobs. Yeah we have a good sound and everyone who comes to our shows think that we sound good. But there are so many bands that sound good. That are so talented that never make it big.
One of the things that made me think twice about this was Randall. He is my drummer and he is the oldest one in our band. He is the one who is the most realistic. He has his head screwed on really tight. He made a comment yesterday saying that he was positive that if we kept on play that he was sure that we would get sponsored. I just stopped and looked at him. He was serious.
I told my band that I thought them going to Seattle was a good idea. But that I would not be able to go with them because I had to stay here and finish school and then go and be a missionary. I told them if they wanted to find another bass player who was committed to going then they were free to. They said that they would wait till the time came.
I don't know why I am thinking about this now because they don't even plan on going for another year and a half. I should just wait and decide then.
Then I was thinking that this could be a temptation for me to draw me away from the mission field. But then I was thinking that I can do missions later but I might not be able to do music and be in a band later. Maybe the band will be where I can get money to pay for my missions. But then we could also not make it. And the would thing would be a waste of my time.
The band asked me to reconsider going. I told them that I was but I would wait to decide when the time came. I told them that if God wanted me to go then I would go but if He didn't then I would have to stay behind. Because if I went and God didn't want me to go with them it would be bad and miserable for all of us.
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I have always been skeptical about small time bands thinking that they could make it big. I have been in some really good bands and they had some really good potential. The problem with the whole idea of "Making it big" is that most of the time the people who make it big have a lot of money that they can use to help them make it big.
My band has no money to make it big. We are all just normal 20/30 something people with regular jobs. Yeah we have a good sound and everyone who comes to our shows think that we sound good. But there are so many bands that sound good. That are so talented that never make it big.
One of the things that made me think twice about this was Randall. He is my drummer and he is the oldest one in our band. He is the one who is the most realistic. He has his head screwed on really tight. He made a comment yesterday saying that he was positive that if we kept on play that he was sure that we would get sponsored. I just stopped and looked at him. He was serious.
I told my band that I thought them going to Seattle was a good idea. But that I would not be able to go with them because I had to stay here and finish school and then go and be a missionary. I told them if they wanted to find another bass player who was committed to going then they were free to. They said that they would wait till the time came.
I don't know why I am thinking about this now because they don't even plan on going for another year and a half. I should just wait and decide then.
Then I was thinking that this could be a temptation for me to draw me away from the mission field. But then I was thinking that I can do missions later but I might not be able to do music and be in a band later. Maybe the band will be where I can get money to pay for my missions. But then we could also not make it. And the would thing would be a waste of my time.
The band asked me to reconsider going. I told them that I was but I would wait to decide when the time came. I told them that if God wanted me to go then I would go but if He didn't then I would have to stay behind. Because if I went and God didn't want me to go with them it would be bad and miserable for all of us.
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Wednesday, August 18, 2004
So many memories!
It is strange that one chorus of a song can effect a person so deeply.
I was at work today and I was listening to a CD of church music trying to find some song for us to start working on. I had listened to this group so many times (they have a lot of CD's) and I did not remember any of these songs. This CD was five years old.
I was just sitting here inputting the data into the computer minding my own business and then the chorus of a song comes on. I hadn't even recognized the song at all. It did not seem familiar at all! Anyways the chorus comes on and I knew the chorus! My heart started to run the marathon and so many memories flooded my mind! Good memories. But thinking those good memories caused a butt load of horrible memories to come crashing in. My heart was winning the race it was going so fast.
Just when you think that you are good and over the past, something comes along to stir it all up again! Why do these things happen? Sometimes I wish that I could erase parts of my mind like on the movie Eternal Sunshine.
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I was at work today and I was listening to a CD of church music trying to find some song for us to start working on. I had listened to this group so many times (they have a lot of CD's) and I did not remember any of these songs. This CD was five years old.
I was just sitting here inputting the data into the computer minding my own business and then the chorus of a song comes on. I hadn't even recognized the song at all. It did not seem familiar at all! Anyways the chorus comes on and I knew the chorus! My heart started to run the marathon and so many memories flooded my mind! Good memories. But thinking those good memories caused a butt load of horrible memories to come crashing in. My heart was winning the race it was going so fast.
Just when you think that you are good and over the past, something comes along to stir it all up again! Why do these things happen? Sometimes I wish that I could erase parts of my mind like on the movie Eternal Sunshine.
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Saturday, August 14, 2004
I hope my mechanic is not in love with me!
I think that my mechanic is in love with me. The car that I bought had some minor problems that the previous owner was going to take care of for me. He sent his friend over to fix the problems.
I was wearing my Thai coca cola shirt and he asked about it and I told him that I got the shirt in Thailand. He asked me why I went there and I told him it was for a mission trip. Then he started to ask me question about my church and other things. He said that he was really interested in coming to church.
He had to leave to go on an overnight fishing trip.
Being the missionary that I am I called the guy tonight to see if he wanted to go to church tomorrow. I was not going to let this one talk himself out of going.
I called him and we set a time to meet at the church then he asked how I was doing and if everything was ok. I told him everything was fine. Kinda made me nervous his question. Then he told me that he caught a 111 lb fish. He asked if I like tuna and I said yes. I guess he is going to bring me some tomorrow at church.
I am worried. I want the guy to go to church but I don't want him to like me. Oh well. At least there will be a butt load of people there and I have so much stuff to do that I will not be able to hang out with him after the service. *sigh*
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I was wearing my Thai coca cola shirt and he asked about it and I told him that I got the shirt in Thailand. He asked me why I went there and I told him it was for a mission trip. Then he started to ask me question about my church and other things. He said that he was really interested in coming to church.
He had to leave to go on an overnight fishing trip.
Being the missionary that I am I called the guy tonight to see if he wanted to go to church tomorrow. I was not going to let this one talk himself out of going.
I called him and we set a time to meet at the church then he asked how I was doing and if everything was ok. I told him everything was fine. Kinda made me nervous his question. Then he told me that he caught a 111 lb fish. He asked if I like tuna and I said yes. I guess he is going to bring me some tomorrow at church.
I am worried. I want the guy to go to church but I don't want him to like me. Oh well. At least there will be a butt load of people there and I have so much stuff to do that I will not be able to hang out with him after the service. *sigh*
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