Cliche end of the year post!

What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven't happened yet!

It's New Years Eve!

Tonight the world will say goodbye to 2011 & hello to 2012!

I am always so excited to start a new year.

I find it incredibly exciting to have a fresh start & to be able to imagine all the wonderful things that 2012 will bring. 

I'm not really one to make New Years Resolutions simply because I try to make commitments to better myself whenever I feel like I should.

However, after 2 weeks of break, from work, from my usual routine, from my usual people, I feel like it's time to put into play some small daily practices that could work together to make me a better person.

So I guess if you have to, you can call them New Years Resolutions, but I like to call it..... 

Ways to be a Better Person in 2012:

 

Watch Less TV- I had been doing pretty well not watching much TV & I still really don't, but I find myself turning it on to drown out the silence or because I have a moment to sit & do nothing. But, TV is pretty terrible these days. Minus a few of my favorite shows (How I Met Your Mother, Modern Family, SNL) I don't care about any of it! Not to mention we only have like 15 channels because we only get basic cable. I can do things other than have the TV on. Such as....

Read More- Instead of watching TV, I'm going to read books. I love to read! I don't really know why I choose TV over reading! Especially when I have plenty of books here that I haven't read before.  

Write Letters- Who doesn't enjoy getting a good letter in the mail?! Everyone loves it! Plus, it's usually a surprise. No one tells someone they are going to write them a letter. You just do it & send it & the receiver gets a happy surprise! My friend Lindy writes people letters every so often to encourage them or just to say she's thinking about them & I think that's just marvelous.

Become a Master Chef- If you've read any of my blog before, you'll know that I'm trying to learn to cook. I want to be able to make yummy, healthy meals.  I got in a rut of eating the same exact healthy things over & over again until just the thought of eating those foods makes me sick. I need variety! And that means I am going to have to make the time to cook real meals. I can do this!

Stop Thinking- This one might sound a little strange, except to those of you who truly know me.  I think TOO MUCH. My brain never turns off. I over-analyze literally every aspect of my life.  Sometimes to the point of having panic attacks over nothing! It's a trait I inherited from my dad & it drives me crazy. I'm going to work on being very conscious of what my head is doing & making sure I'm not letting it go down some random road to freak-out-town. I'm not in control anyway, God is. So my over thinking is doing absolutely NOTHING for me.

This is all I've got for now.

Not to say that those are the only ways I can improve myself, trust me, there are plenty other things that need tweaking!

I'm feeling good about life & the new year.

Can't wait to see what happy things await me in 2012! 

I Believe Part One

I believe in the colors of the mountains in October.

I believe in the sunset as seen from the Max Patch, where I feel like I can see the entire world.

I believe in talking in British accents.

I believe that singing in the shower is good for one's self esteem.

I believe in long, flat roads that wind endlessly through farm land

I believe that it's important to know your family & to appreciate where you came from.

I believe in journaling.

I believe in front porch sitting.

I believe in card games & cheating to win sometimes.

I believe in staying up late to tell funny stories.

I believe that the world is more beautiful after it rains.

I believe in watching storms roll in.

I believe that live music is one of lives greatest gifts. Moments that can never be repeated.

I believe in the old hymns.

I believe in vintage jewelry.

I believe in waking up early & watching the dew melt.

I believe in drinking coffee. Good coffee. Lots of coffee.

I believe that popcorn is better when you mix M&M's with it.

I believe that a good game of truth or dare is the best way to make new friends.

I believe in painting when you're sad & I believe in painting when you're happy.

I believe in fireplaces.

I believe in that kind of breeze that only blows on the beach, filled with salt & heat & the smell of freedom.

I believe in skinny dipping.

I believe in taligating on Saturday afternoons.

I believe that real camping cannot be done in a camper or an RV. You're going to need a tent. Or maybe just an Eno.

I believe in glow sticks.

I believe that running is the best form of therapy.

I believe in the magic of Star Wars, Harry Potter, and the Lord of the Rings.

I believe that Scarlett sought Rhett out, apologized, & won him back.

I believe in campfires by the lake, with some friends, some trucks, & maybe a good dog.

I believe in funny movies. Not ones that make you cry.

I believe in mischief.

I believe in mismatched socks.

I believe in raves.

I believe that jazz music & rain make the best combination.

I believe that that most memorable moments are the random, unplanned ones.

I believe that life is hard.

I believe that my Savior has overcome this life.

I believe in change.

Someday

Our love is slow & easy,

But you don't even know it,

Well I've got nothing but time,

For you to recognize it.

"Someday" by Drew Holcomb & the Neighbors

listen here

Annie v. the Mouse

It's a single girl rite of passage, trapping the mouse in the house.
I feel as though it was just one of those things that I had to go through in my life.
Not that I lured a mouse into our home, but that it's just one of those events in life that in inevitable.
Well, I can check that one off my to-do list.

The mouse is no longer in the house.


Part 1:
I woke up last week and went about my normal morning routine, made some coffee and began to make some oatmeal.
Went to get a spoon from the silverware drawer and open it to find basically hundreds of mouse droppings.
Sick, I know.
I then scour the kitchen to see if the little guy has left us presents elsewhere.
He has.
In the drawer under the stove and in the space under the sink.
Fantastic. We have our first mouse.
So I call Scott, my boss and landlord, he says don't set up a trap with food because that really will lure more in.
"Free food!" think the mice, and meander into our house.
So I have my mom bring us some sticky traps that my grandmother had at her house.
We set up the traps where we found the droppings and then we wait.

Part 2:
Saturday morning, I wake up, make my coffee, eat an egg white omelet, and watch Sex & the City on E.
But then I hear it. A funny noise coming from the kitchen.
I tell myself it's the coffee pot for awhile, then I realize that the coffee stopped brewing a long time ago.
So I turn the TV off and go stand quietly in the kitchen.
Yep.
He's caught.
The weird noise is coming from under the sink.
An odd scraping sound.
(I need to say that until this moment I had not been afraid of the mouse in the slightest. I knew he wasn't going to attack me in my sleep or anything like that, but something about knowing he was there, under my sink, stuck in the trap, trying to claw his way lose, made my skin crawl.)
At this point I realize I can't do this on my own so I wake my roommate Jill up and make her listen to the mouse.
We tried calling Scott but he doesn't answer.
So we call Ben, Jill's cousin who lives on our street, but he doesn't answer either.
We quickly realize we have to get the mouse out on our own.
So we prepare.

Part 3:
I blocked off the doorways with various pieces of furniture in case he made a break for it.
We put boots on over our PJ's and put oven mits on in case he got violent and started biting.
Then, we opened the cabinet.
And he was there, but not really inside the trap. His tail was still stuck to it but he had obviously worked his way out of it somewhat because there was a CHUNK OF HAIR sticking to the bottom inside. Yuck.
So Jill arms herself with a pair of salad tongs and I grab a giant pot with a lid.
After taking a moment to muster up enough courage to pull the little guy out, Jill grabs the trap with the tongs and begins to drag it towards us.
This is when things get funny.
The mouse is still only stuck to the trap by his tail, so the rest of his body is outside of the trap and his front legs are outstretched trying to hold on to whatever he can grab.
Then as she gets him to the edge, about to fall into the pot, he clings on for dear life.
Jill likes to compare it to the scene in The Lion King when Mufasa is about to meet his doom. Haha.
So she throws it in the pot, I slam the lid on, and we just look at it for a second.
Then we hear him move which startles us and brings us back into action.
So I grab the pot and take of running towards the front door.
Thankfully this all went down at about 8:15 in the morning so I'm pretty sure no neighbors saw me run outside in boots and sweat pants, with hot pot holders on my hands, to dump a mouse in the trash can.
I sprinted to the trash can, emptied the pot, and sprinted back inside, collapsing on a chair.
Jill and I were feeling pretty proud of ourselves at this point.
We weren't really sure how things were going to turn out for the mouse at this point because he was still very much alive, just waiting on death, in our trashcan on the street.

Part 4:
Scott finally shows up.
Three hours later.
We tell him that we have things under control and that we did it ourselves.
So the three of us go look in the trash can.
And the little mouse is just chillin in there.
Looking up at us.
(Until this moment, Jill had not had an ounce of empathy for this mouse. She was terrified of it and wanted it dead. But when she saw him so scared and lonely she began to feel sorry for him).
Just so happens that there is a cat rolling around in the driveway next door.
Scott calls it over and it starts rubbing up on our legs.
Then Scott reached into the trash can, retrieved the mouse, and set it on the ground.
Jill at this point is standing on the back of Scott's car. Not on the ground. To keep away from the dangerous mouse.
So we're thinking that the cat is going to devour this little thing right in front of us.
But no, this cat is insane.
Pretty sure he was under some kind of heavy dosage of cat nip because he just kinda sniffed at the mouse then rolled around in the middle of the street.
What kind of cat doesn't eat a mouse?
I guess that I'm glad we didn't see that go down. Yikes.
Now, we're just kind of ready to put the mouse out of his misery, so Scott takes a sealable bag out of his car and squeezes most of the air out of it.
Then he picks up the mouse and the trap and tries to pull the mouse off of it.
He succeeds in pulling the mouse apart from his tail.
Yeh.....
Things are getting ugly.
The mouse went into the bag, Scott sealed it up, put in inside a trash bag, then put it all back in the trashcan.
And that whole ordeal ended.

Part 5:
I found more mouse droppings this morning.
So good news, there was more than one mouse.
But this time, I'm ready to take him on!

PS: anything that the mice may possibly have touched has been washed multiple times now. also, Jill and I deep cleaned the whole house after we got rid of the mouse. not gonna put up with this ish.

Me, Myself, & My Kitchen

A goal of mine in life is to be a master chef! 

For many years, my friends never really asked me to cook anything.

I'm not sure if that's because they wanted to showcase their domestic capabilities or because they believed me to be a bad cook.

Either way, I didn't do too much cooking.  My dishes were limited to a few family recipes for cake, cookies, & deviled eggs.

But these days, as a single working girl, I feel that it is my duty to learn how to use my kitchen. 

I'm starting off slow, but I'm conquering new recipes weekly! I aspire to one day cook as fancy of a dish as my roommates, Katie & Hannah.

It's not easy living with gourmet cooks!

This week, I've conquered a new recipe for black bean & corn dip. I know it doesn't sound complicated, it isn't! But it is delicious! I've made it twice this week.  We served it with sweet potatoes at roomie dinner & devoured every bit of it!  I got it here, where the writer suggested serving it with regular baked potatoes.  It also tastes good as a cold dip served with chips!

I also made these tasty crackers! They are very simple & take about 5 minutes to make.  I made them as a snack to offer people when they come by the house. Tis the season! All you need is a package of Ranch Dressing mix, 2 teaspoons of crushed red pepper flakes, & 1 cup of canola oil (although that seemed like too much to me, so maybe less).  Just mix your ingredients together and pour over16 ounces worth of unsalted crackers in a seal-able container. These crackers have a spicy kick to them!  Which keeps me from eating a bazillion of them! 

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

Christmas is my favorite holiday.
I love everything about it.
Especially giving gifts, decorating, & tacky sweater parties.
This year, we're going as Gold, Frankincense, & Myrrh.
Here are some shots of Christmas at my house thus far!

*disclaimer: my computer is ghetto and wouldn't upload the pictures in the good quality in which they were taken. oh well!

Merry Christmas!

Boldly...as I ought to go

Is it too early to be making New Years resolutions?
I'm going to make mine anyways.
I write the word BOLDLY on my wrist sometimes to remind me to act & speak in that way.
Not bossy or condescendingly, but confidently.
I heard this summer that I can come off as kind of intimidating sometimes, which really surprised me!
I guess that's because I would rather not get rejected. DUH.
But I want to fix that.
I truly want to be bold in everything I do.
Especially when it comes to talking to my high school friends about Jesus.
How important is that? Uh the only the most important.

But it can be so intimidating to work Christ into the conversation & most of the time that's the last thing they want to talk about.
I so want to though. I so want to share. More often than I get to.
And I want them to see Christ making me bold! Because I couldn't do anything without Him!
No one is going to listen to what I have to say if I do so in a timid manner.
No one will believe me if I am not confident in what I say.
I have to believe in myself before others take me seriously.


One of my friends (that shall remain nameless to protect her reputation) was bold enough tonight to tell a boy that she likes him.
She did it through Facebook message & I'm sitting there thinking "No way! I can't believe you're doing it! What if he doesn't care? What if he's like 'uh sorry no'? I could never do that!"
And my friend said "Sometimes you just gotta lay it out on the line".
But that terrifies me!
I really don't think I could.
I'm not good at sharing emotions number one, number two I've only ever told a boy I liked him AFTER he told me he liked me first!
Ha.
I'm such a chicken.

I have Christ in my heart, He is near me always, so why do I not live as though He is in control?
As if He is rooting for me, wanting me to succeed, encouraging me continuously, & going before my every step!
Why do I live in fear & why am I so insecure?
I shouldn't be that way.
I am bold in many ways. Not afraid to try new things, I can share opinions, I wear crazy things sometimes, & I am not embarrassed to get up on stage an play stupid games to make kids laugh.
But I could be even bolder in my friendships with high schoolers & one day I'll have to be bold enough to tell a boy how I really feel.

So this is my New Year's resolution: To live BOLDLY as I ought to live.  I think my life could start looking even better than it does right now if I follow through with it.