Saturday, December 31, 2011

Confession

When I get sick, I'm a baby about it.

Exhibit A:

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Home.

I am not a housekeeper. Not professionally. And though it may someday be a phase in my life, being a full-time homemaker is not what I'm preparing myself for. I read and work and study vigorously. I plan to go to graduate school.

But guess what? When I come home from college, the thing I want to do most is just put things back in order. I love vacuuming and doing laundry. I read mommy blogs and use Pinterest and generally enjoy crafty things.

I'll never be just a housekeeper. (After all, who is?) But darn it, I like folding things, and I am not ashamed.


“I retain the long-held sense … that housekeeping—cooking and cleaning, laundry, all the large and small tasks that go into keeping a household humming along—was not a trivial matter but a serious one. People need to eat, to sleep, to have clothes to wear; they need a place to read, a place to play, a place in which to welcome guests and from which to go forth into the world.”
- Margaret Kim Peterson, Keeping House: The Litany of Everyday Life

Monday, December 5, 2011

Word Spectrum

I have long been a fan of dictionaries, and I have long been a fan of Apple. So I guess it only makes sense that I've also become a fan of Apple's dictionary.

I love its related word links. I love its usage notes. I love that its "The Right Word" feature helps to prevent misuse of the thesaurus and the resulting destruction of the English language.

But until today, I hadn't known about its wonderful word spectrums. I pretty much flipped out when I saw.

Check it:

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Kick off your Sunday shoes.

My college had a dance this weekend.

Yes, that's right. Asbury University had a school-wide dance. For the first time. Ever.

Until last year, dancing was prohibited for Asbury students except during weddings and military functions. The special events committee must have been trying to make up for lost time when they decided the dance a "throwback dance" spanning from the 1960s-90s (when, in fact, Asbury students could not dance).

I feel a little like I've lived through the plot of Footloose (but our administrators are actually really awesome and not mean like this guy).

And while I hate that I couldn't dance for the first two years of college, I wouldn't trade this college experience for anything. At what other school would you have kids get crazy and go all out for a costume dance but still keep their dancing clean and avoid alcohol?

Best of both worlds? I'd say so.


Also, a small part of me wishes legwarmers and pink hair dye could be a part of my everyday wardrobe.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Catch-Up

Sooo... I kind of happened updated the blog in forever.

Sorry 'bout that.

Here are the things that have been on my mind since the school year started.

The Asbury Collegian
I joined the staff of our student newspaper as the graphics editor, and over the summer, we put the paper through a major design overhaul. My fellow staff members are so fun work with. Plus, I feel super legit every time I tell someone I'm headed to work in the news bureau.

Check out the new logo:

Lovely, right? We were actually featured on a blog on the American Copy Editors Society's website because of our redesign. (I might have freaked out a little.)

Read The Collegian here, or check out Charles Apple's review of our work.

Best roomie ever
In August I moved in with this beautiful girlie:

And she's basically wonderful.

I still love Asbury
Seriously. This school is the best thing that ever happened to me. The other day when I was on Facebook, it pulled up one of my statuses from a few years ago. Look what little freshman Jane posted:
Two years, later, I'm just as pumped to be here. I have the best friends I've ever had in my life, and I can't imagine things being much better. Which makes number 4 on this list all the scarier:

Grad school
Holy crud, I'm getting old! It's time to start thinking about all the things that happen after college. Planning some grad school visits this year. My problem is that I love everything. I want to have 10 different careers.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

College Crafty

I head back to the 'bury on Monday, and I couldn't be more pumped.

I'm switching dorms this year and wanted to brighten up the new room with a few DIY projects, so I made the flowers from this tutorial, put them on a branch, and plopped it in a 50¢ vase from Goodwill.

I almost wanted to leave them unfinished at this stage and just stick them in a glass jar. I love clusters!

Here's the finished product:
Won't they be lovely on my new desk?


Monday, August 8, 2011

Happy Birthday, Jack!

Happy Birthday, Jack!

Thanks for being such a sweet and thoughtful older brother.

Seriously though, we love you.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Make Yourself?

When I pulled up Pandora this morning, I found this banner on the right side of my computer screen.
Compelling, isn't it? Makes you wanna go run a marathon or do a thousand push-ups or lift a car above your head. Nike's ad department knows how to write good copy.

But there's something more than a little unsettling about this ad. You are entirely up to you? I hope not.

I’m sure the writer of this ad wasn’t trying to make a theological assertion. I’m sure he or she was just thinking about selling shoes.

But it’s what we say offhand that shows what we really believe.

"But the things that proceed out of the mouth come from the heart..." - Matthew 15:18

And really, what does it mean if I am entirely up to me? If I make my body, make my life, make myself? Does it mean I’m self-reliant, independent? Does it mean I’m happy?

No. If I am entirely up to me, I am entirely alone, entirely without help, entirely without hope. If I am entirely up to me, I am entirely without God.

When it comes down to it, that's a pretty dismal worldview, and it’s a pretty miserable way to live your life. It’s not empowering. It’s debilitating. It’s not inspiring. It’s an absolute deathblow.

We weren’t designed to rely on ourselves. Praise the Lord we don’t have to.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

The Almost Skirt

Even though previous sewing attempts have landed me in the hospital, I decided to try my hand at skirt making this summer.

Looks decent from the front, right?

Too bad the back zipper's all wonky.

I don't think this is bad for a beginner though, especially since I did it without a pattern or instructions or any real sewing experience.

Next time, I think I'll try something without a zipper. Maybe an elastic skirt? That should be easy. Right?

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Crafting with my besties

I got a fun surprise last weekend when the ever-adorable Cassie Dobbs sent me a text to say she was in the area. I headed up to the ol' college town to see her and the other lovelies staying near campus this summer.

I'd been drooling over the pretty DIY flowers on Pinterest, so we decided to spend the evening making fabric flowers for our hair.


I'm still trying to figure out this whole aperture-exposure-ISO thing, so none of my pictures from that night are great.

See, look how blurry Janah is!

But I ended up very happy with my rose! I wore it the very next day.

Love, love, love.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

I'm not usually much of an animal person.

But this? This is an exception.

(I'm kind of in love.)

Please, please, please, somebody buy me a Pennywell miniature.

I would love you forever.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Happy Birthday, Mama!

So glad to have you in my life.

Yogurt Face

In my semi-ridiculous quest to be more of a foodie, I recently decided to try my hand at making pico de gallo.


Only, it turns out the seemingly innocuous green vegetables in the picture above harbor a horrible, terrible ingredient called capsaicin.

Capsaicin, according to its Wikipedia entry, is an irritant found in peppers that "produces a sensation of burning in any tissue with which it comes into contact."

It's also the active ingredient in pepper spray.
So there I was, chopping away at peppers and tomatoes, when all of a sudden my face starts burning. I guess must have touched it while I still had pepper juice on my hands.

Not knowing anything about capsaicin, I tried to rinse it off with water, which only made the burning spread into my eyes. At this point, I was screaming in pain, so my brother looked up serrano peppers on Google and found out milk fat can calm the burning.

Since we only buy skim, I resorted to spreading expired yogurt all over my face just to make the burning stop.

Stylish, right?

Friday, May 20, 2011

Profit and Productivity and Zombies

I've worked at the same bank in my hometown for the last four years now, and this week I started working again for the summer.

What do I do all day at this solemn institution, this distinguished establishment, this bastion of order and routine?

My coworkers and I may or may not have spent time today researching how to survive a zombie attack.

Apparently the CDC recently updated its site to include instructions for zombie epidemic preparedness.


I guess if the zombies can get to Lizzie Bennet, we're all susceptible.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

What's up with shoe manufacturers these days?

Seriously, who would even buy these?
I got so frustrated looking for flats to wear to work. I almost gave up...

until I came across these beauties:

Thank you, Steve Madden designers, for avoiding overdone bows, pilgrim buckles, and weird tassels. Thank you for making something simple and classic.

I appreciate it.

I bought them in two colors.

Now all I need are some shoe clips.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Kate's Belated Birthday

This is my big sister Kate.
Isn't she gorgeous?

I've always looked up to her

And in the 20 years that I've been alive, she's always been near.

We spent our childhoods togethersharing toys, rooms, and 5 bajillion matching outfits (some goofier than others).


Going to the same college as her for the last two years has basically been the best thing ever.

But last week, she turned 22 and graduated from college.

Now she's moving 8 long hours away from home.

This might be our last summer in the same house.
And I'm going to miss the crud out of her.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Dear William,

It's been something of a love-hate relationship this semester.


Sure, we had a few good laughs...
Dogberry, Rosalind, and (of course) Falstaff

I even went to see your show and loved it.

But you've also stressed me out.

A ton.

Seriously, this book is thick!
You really had a lot to get out, huh?

In an hour and a half, this will all be over. Finals will be over. All of sophomore year will be over.

So I just wanted to say,


I'm glad we're friends.

Monday, May 2, 2011

On Loving Your Enemies

I've known his face for years. I've known to hate it, to fear it, to shudder at the sight.


Osama Bin Laden. Enemy of America. The face of evil.

I used to pray that they would track him down. I remember hoping they would kill him. I thought I'd be safer if he were dead.

And now he is. Bin Laden's dead, and my first reaction was to rejoice. My natural inclination is to dance over his body.

But if I do that, if I hate my enemy, if I dance because he's dead, I'm no better than the men who took down the two towers.

We serve a God whose nature is always to be merciful. We serve a God who cried, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do." We serve a God who heals the blind, who raises the dead, who brings life to dry bones.


I'm not saying we can overlook what Osama did. God is just, and in His righteousness, He cannot allow unforgiven, unrepentant injustice to go unpunished.

But I am saying this: It's wrong for me to delight in the death of Bin Laden. It's wrong because I am every bit as much a sinnera degenerate, broken sinneras he. It's wrong because I should rejoice with truth, not delight in evil.

So yes, I'm glad America is a little bit safer. And yes, I'll probably sleep a little bit easier. But this death is not a victory. Christ came to redeem lives, all lives, even the lives of my enemies.

I'll close with a few words from Derek Webb's fabulous song "My Enemies Are Men Like Me."
I have come to give you life
And to show you how to live it
I have come to make things right
To heal their ears and show you how to forgive them

How can I kill the ones I'm supposed to love
My enemies are men like me
I will protest the sword if it's not wielded well
My enemies are men like me

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Blergh

It feels like summer outside.
It is not summer.
I still have schoolwork.

This is how I feel about that.

(You know how they say the camera adds 10 pounds? I'm pretty sure Photo Booth subtracts 10 years.)

Friday, April 22, 2011

Upside Down

I hesitate to write this blog because I don't want to handle the subject flippantly. It's Good Friday, and I just wanted to say how beautiful and terrible and wonderful this day is.

I don't treat this day with enough reverence. I can't even get my mind around what it means really.

Here's what I do understand:

I'm a sinner. I'm nasty. My heart is grosser than the gum on the bottom of your shoe. If you could see what I say and do when nobody's around or what I'm thinking, you'd be disgusted and probs wouldn't want to be my friend.

I'm a sinner, and I did not deserve for someone to die for me.

Especially since I'm still rude and self-centered.

Especially since I'm ungrateful about what he did.

Especially since that someone was holy and perfect and (oh yeah) God.

The world turned upside down that day. My future turned upside down because of that day. And slowly, slowly, slowly my heart is turning upside down because of that day.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Fair Trade

Highbridge Film Festival last night was awesome!

Fair Trade premiered and won Best Screenplay and Best Cinematography. (Yay!)

Witness yours truly below.

(Zack Wilson did a wonderful job with the camera, so you should watch it full screen to get the full effect.)

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Dream. Create. Inspire.

It's Engaging Culture Weekend at Asbury—my favorite part of the academic year.

Don't get me wrong. Asbury rocks all year round. We put on everything from movies on the green to coffeehouses to (spoof) male beauty pageants. We send dozens of students to the Olympics every two years. I have awesome profs and even awesomer friends.

But nothing else makes me quite as excited, proud, and ridiculously sentimental as Engaging Culture Weekend.


This is the moment when Asbury shines. We bring in speakers from all over. We have movie screenings, art exhibits and special workshops. And on Saturday night, the weekend reaches its pinnacle with Highbridge.

Highbridge is our annual film festival. Media Comm. majors work tirelessly on films, event planning, and publicity for the night, and the whole campus gets dressed up to come enjoy their work.

I got to act in one of the short films that's premiering tonight, and I'm so excited to see it on the big screen!

I love this weekend. I love the color and the activity and the energy.

But it's not watching the movies or walking on the red carpet or getting all dressed up that I love most.


I
t's the passion. It's the sense that people are coming together, all using their talents and ideas and dreams to do something bigger than themselves.

It's what college is all about. It's what the kingdom is all about.

It's what I want my life to be about.