I want to write a manifesto, of what, I have yet to decide.

"Remember your childhood...and pass it on

I remember as a kid pretending to have "discovered" buried treasure in my backyard. I always wanted to find some amazing discovery that no one knew about. It's that moment when you come upon something so new to your senses and experiences that can be so overwhelming. Sometimes, its the journey to the discovery that gives us the satisfaction more than the discovery itself. Other times, its realizing that you may be the first, if not only, person to have this discovery. So, do you remember when you discovered something for the first time? If you think about it, everyday life is filled with discovery. That is if we are willing to look. For whether its a treasure, another land, true love, a matching sock, or even destiny...its like finding a secret doorway that you never knew was there...and then walking through it."

a little joy from some borrowed reading.

From Hook

Oh, no. To live... to live would be an awfully big adventure.

Soggy Sweatpants

there is a pair of soaking wet tevas outside 204 in Margaret Nance, not to mention grass on my icy cold toes and a pair of very soggy sweatpants in the dryer.

honestly, it kinda makes me feel like being poetic.

it's funny how the soaked bottoms of my jeans was of utmost annoyance to me today, yet sitting here, only freshly changed from being soaked from head to toe, I am in a complete state of happy.

it sorta feels like a scene from some movie like Garden State, some sort of liberation from something, although you don't really know what but it's just one of those moments you know you should commit to memory.

it really is a beautiful night, not nearly as cold as the gray day and rainy weather would lead you to believe. the puddles glistened as we ran and stomped through them. the whole time i felt like i should yell something at the top of my lungs but i didn't know what.

at one point, after much stomping, i just stood under this stream of water pouring off of the roof. it was amazing, refreshing, exciting.

i do believe, that one of the most attractice looks come from being soaked head to toe with once done hair askew and raindrops dripping off your nose--that, i just got caught in the rain and i enjoyed it kind of look. except we didn't get caught in the rain--the rain caught our attention.

perhaps one day i shall dance in the rain, in a glowing parking lot or perhaps a field.

thank you katie and brandy...my night is now perfect.

I'm tellin' ya

the acorns are out to get us. They hit you on the head while you're walking to class...you slip and fall as they roll under your feet, and I'm sure they have dented their fair share of cars...what the hey.

I just want to say, that sometimes good ol' M&M's serve a greater medicinal purpose than drugs ever can.

Part of me really wants to teach kindergarten

There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING, like a five-year-old's enthusiasm for life, and that is why, despite my many years of being adamantly opposed to teaching, deep down a part of me really wants to be a kindergarten teacher.

Earlier today, I was sitting at my desk, studying for a philosophy test, when the sound of children hits my ears from outside my window. Naturally, I drop everything to go look and there, right outside my window were 20 or so probably 4 and 5 year olds, collect leaves, kicking dirt, twirling in circles, giggling, screaming, all the with utmost excitement. It brought be such a joy to hear that, and to get to watch it. I couldn't help but smile, and honestly, part of me wanted to cry.

They were collecting leaves that had changed colors to take back to class. So all these youngin's were racing and hurrying to gather as many leaves as they could (as if there aren't a million just sitting out there) and ever so proudly carry them back to their teacher, complete with some comment about how pretty or cool or yellow their leaf was.

Then the wind blew, and I've never heard sweeter squeals of excitement as a whole new batch of leaves came showering down on their heads. It was beautiful.

Luckily, right as I had to leave to go take my test, they too were moving on to some other adventure of fall.

Man, We're Good

It was a tough, close game, but we pulled through with our mad skills, keeping up our record as
2-0, we're pretty amazing.









I want to write about things other than football but don't seem to be able to find the time.

"Let us Speak then of love...

What does it mean to 'love' something? If a man asks a woman 'do you love me?' and if after a long and awkward pause and considerable deliberation, she replies with wrinkled brow ' well, up to a certain point, under certain conditions, to a certain extent,' then we can be sure that whatever it is she feels for this poor fellow it is not love and this relationship is not going to work out. For if love is the measure, the only measure of love is love without measure (Augustine). One of the ideas behind love is that it represents a giving without holding back, an 'unconditional' commitment, which marks love with a certain excess. Physicians counsel us to eat and exercise in measured moderation and not to overdo either. But there is no merit in loving moderately, up to a certain point, just so far, all the while watching out for number one...If a woman divorces a man because he turned out to be a failure in his profession and just did not measure up to the salary expectations she had for him when they married, if she complains that he did not live up to his end of the 'bargain,' well, that is not the sort of till-death-do-us-part, unconditional commitment that is built into marital love and the marital vow. Love is not a bargain, but unconditional giving; it is not an investment, but a commitment come what may. Lovers are people who exceed their duty, who look around for ways to do more than is required of them. If you love your job, you don't just do the minimum that is required; you do more. If you love your children, what would you not do for them? If a wife asks a husband to do her a favor, and he declines on the grounds that he is really not duty bound by the strict terms of the marriage contract to do it, that marriage is all over except for the paper work. Rather than rigorously defending their rights, lovers readily put themselves in the wrong and take the blame for the sake of preserving their love. Love, St. Paul said in his stunning hymn to love, is patient, kind, not puffed up or boastful; it bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things (1 Cor. 13). A world without love is a world goverened by rigid contracts and inexorable duties, a world in which--God forbid!--the lawyers run everything. The mark of really loving someone or something is unconditionality and excess, engagement and commitment, fire and passion. Its opposite is a mediocre fellow, neither hot nor cold, moderate to the point of mediocrity. Not worth saving. No salt."

-John Caputo, On Religion

This is what I am reading for Religion class....I'm so excited.

Caputo is searching to explain St. Augustine's questions "what do I love when I love God?" And he further concludes that "If you do not love God, what good are you."

So what do we love when we love God...do we even really offer God the fire and passion, a lovers love? What do we replace our love with, what are we wasting our affections on?

The Nance Will Make You Dance

That's right ladies and gentlemen, the girls from the Nance have a football team and we're ready to dominate.

Daytime television sucks

I have been especially distracted today.

Fall break is quickly running out and I still have a lot of reading to do, yet it all goes completely unfinished.

When those attempts failed, I tried reading a book just for fun, a new one, called Captivating, and even though I couldn't put it down last night, today it took me 30 minutes to read on page. Even television wouldn't suffice as it was an endless process of flipping through the channels. I aimless wandered up and down the stairs, signing on and off the internet, digging through drawers that I knew held nothing of interest to me, stood up, sat down, and heaven forbid I crack open my Bible and just spend some time with God...I just feel so restless.

It's good to be home, but at the same time, I always kind of get this way when I'm home, it just seems to be worse this time. I've spent a lot of my break alone actually. My mom and Devin have work, school, their social lives and whatnot, and there's really not anyone here in Myrtle Beach for me to see, there's really not much here for me these days. I guess that's kind of why I feel restless.

A lot seems to change when you haven't been home for awhile, even just within my family. My mom has started wearing jeans and drinking beer (not in a bad way, just never in my life have I seen her drink beer and last night at dinner she ordered one). Not to mention, she's skinnier than I was at like five. She goes out with Randy a lot, which is good, she deserves it, I guess with not being home though, I don't really get a chance to get used to it.

Devin is slowly becoming someone I could actually see myself hanging out with. He's a good kid, really, I was worried about him for awhile, but I think he's gonna turn out ok. He even came downstairs with his arms wide open for a hug when I came home Friday. I really hope he works at camp this summer, it would be good for him, it could be cool to hang out with my lil bro some. He's got a lot of growing to do, but he'll get there.

For fear of sounding old, middle and high schoolers today really make me sad. After school today, Devin and three of his friends came over to the house (all girls oddly enough) and apparently the one girls mom thought she was actually at Myrtle Beach High School and she sat there on the phone with his mom, lying right to her face, not even just be vague but saying like "No mom, I'm at the highschool, I'm standing right here in the hall way and waiting for practice to finish." Then when her mom didn't go for one of her plans concerning transportation from point A to point B, she hung up (with not even a good bye) let out a grunt, and another girl chipped in another layer to the story to tell her mom, devised another plan, and called her mom back.

I used to be that kid...I still am sometimes.

What hurt my heart though, is they all seemed kinda empty, there wasn't much there, and even more, the girl who was instigating the new plans of lying was the one girl I actually knew pretty well, and really hoped would rise about the same kinda crap that got her sister in so much trouble in high school. And she seemed the most detached of all. It's so sad.

Sometimes it really amazes me how easily I can procrastinate, how willing I am to do so, and how sometimes I even dilerbertly look for ways to distract myself. God's yelled at me for it, my mom's yelled at me for it, I've yelled at me for it, but I do it all the same.

I need to work on self-discipline. God's been showing me a lot about discipline and how vital it is to our lives, we're all looking for order, and God's got it, just gotta stop and listen to him.

Well, I think I am done procrastinating for the time being, maybe now that I've written some of this down, my mind will settle down a bit.

Makes me Laugh

You know Love is a happy time all throughout the universe. Its when the male part of the species goes to the female part of the species and says "HEY, you wanna go on a date!" And then she would say, "Well, yes I would like to go on a date, IF YOUR LUCKY!"


And then you go to a resturant and then she gets something called a salad and he gets a big piece of beef that he eats. And that ladies and gentlemen is what I call love. Kinda makes you cry doesnt it.


Brak from Space Ghost

I've Got Mail...I've Got Mail

and not e-mail either, the real stuff...all the way from one of my campers in Jacksonville, NC.

whoo hoo.

getting mail is perhaps one of the most exciting things ever.

what made it even better is that the letter is folded in one of those complicated and obnoxious note passing ways that you learn like in the 4th grade and keep doing until about 10th grade when you finally stop passing notes and then you just forget. It's so refreshing to see those things still around.

oh, and the sun is back in action kids.

The Sandal Tan Has Been Reincarnated

Not that is actually ever goes away but it was definitely on it's way to fading when WHAM! I take off my sandals Saturday night and after being perplexed as the whether it was a dirt or a tan...it was determined that it was in fact a glorious sandal tan.

Not that is wasn't worth it. I mean, a resurrected sandal tan is a small price to pay for a high quality weekend of fun filled times at good ol' Rockfish.

The weekend was just wonderful. Good times with Good friends. Lots of hanging out at the Joiner household. Convincing kids that clay-gelled mohawks are "so rockstar." And watching one of the best dads in the world spend quality time with his three little girls just made my heart melt. Not to mention the Peru trip is SO on for the summer. I'm so exciting. Good things are happening there.

Quite honestly, I didn't want to leave, as usual, but it was a very refreshing weekend. Nice to always have a place and family to go home to.



I wanna be at Rockfish, where the mud is ripe and the trees stay green...

THERE IS HOT WATER IN THE NANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Praise God!

Classy

I feel like I need a record player and a cool vintage dress and heels.

Good Things That Happen Before Noon

Although it is just now moving towards the 10:30 hour, there have been signigicant reasons already to make today a good day. They are as follows:

1. Despite having gone to bed way late and waking up at an obnoxiously early hour (and by obnoxiously early I mean 8:00) than I normally do and after having been absolutely exhausted all yesterday, I woke up quite energized and I must say I am "alive, awake, enthusiastic."

2. Props to my biology lecture class! A girl got sick in my class and not only was the teacher incredibly helpful to her and not made she was interupting a test, but when the professor had to leave the room there was not a whisper or a shuffle through notebooks, everyone just sat there and continued taking their test--that so would not have happened in high school.

3. Chemistry majors are cute with their little protective eyewear and aprons.

4. Someone genuinely responded to the smile I gave them. It wasn't some elaborate exchange, but he took the time to stop his conversation on the phone for a brief second, smile, say hello, and go on his way.

5. Frank is in the CD player.

WaHo and Prom Dresses

As if the Waffle House is not enough fun on it's own, throw in some prom dresses and make it a night.

This is what a real man looks like

silly

Crazy girls

All dressed up for the classiest meal on earth

I Like the Way You Move

Ba dum dum.

hehe...I am far beyond delirious at the moment. Maggie and I have been in a particularly funny and witty mood since we got back from Body Sculpt which has only progressed that later it's gone the and the further we are from achieving our homework. We rhyme, we listen to Outkast. We're also hungry...we want Waffle House, Mexican, Chili's, pretty much anything.

I had every intention of going to bed way early tonight, but I am so not tired.

For those who didn't know, Kid's Radio is now unlimited.

It's served quite useful as entertainment while I locked myself in my room all weekend to study philosophy.

It's been years...

It has been years since I have had a scraped knee...a scraped chin maybe, but scraped knees are things that come from rollerblade wipeouts, flips over bicycle handlebars, vicious games of "lava monster" or tag...but all things you figure you will one day master as soon as you grow into a certain level or coordination.

hehe...that is not so. but I must say, there is this great sense of "inner-child" that comes with a good scraped knee, that sort of play focused lifestyle, the intensity that comes with the playground and recess games of soccer. It's great.

But what is even greater than that, is the paradox that comes with wearing a skirt and having a scraped knee. It's that sort of off-balance of the grown-up world and the child's world...it's the difference between play clothes and work clothes, and it's, I don't know, like when parents try to dress their children up to make them look like little adults, to make them look presentable but they really are just little people with missing teeth, goose eggs, snotty noses, and scraped knees and elbows. It doesn't quite match.

College or not, fancy clothes or not, I am still very much a kid at heart.

Can't Stop, Won't Stop

There are several kids around campus who have shirts with the "Can't Stop, Won't Stop" phrase on them, I think they're from Irmo or something like that.

Well I may not be from Irmo, but I believe I might operate on this principle, not that it's bad neccesarily, just annoying when I really would rather quit and give up on something than stick it out.

I'm not a quitter, when I start stuff-I finish it; when I'm in something-I'm there; Friendships, relationships, work obligations, all such things-I'm loyal. I just can't back out on stuff, and when I consider it I go through these lengthy battles with my conscience about it all and it often leads to more stress than I needed, because in the end I knew whatever it was I was thinking about not doing, I was still going to do.

Since the second day of class I have wanted to drop my philosophy class. I liked to rationalize that I didn't have the time to devote to it, or I wasn't ready for the class, but the truth is, I'm intimidated by the class and I am not sure I will get an A so I would rather quit than be challenged and get a B (heaven forbid).

I went to wherever and got the form ready to drop, I contacted the professor, checked my advisor's hours but I can't bring myself to drop it. I know I am capable of the work.

Curses darn work ethic and crap like that.

Because it's Beautiful

Goodnight, my angel
Time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you've been asking me
I think you know what I've been trying to say
I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
Wherever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away

Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to sleep A
nd still so many things I want to say
Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay
And like a boat out on the ocean
I'm rocking you to sleep
The water's dark And deep inside this ancient heart
You'll always be a part of me

Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to dream
And dream how wonderful your life will be
Someday your child may cry
And if you sing this lullaby
Then in your heart
There will always be a part of me

Someday we'll all be gone
But lullabies go on and on...
They never die
That's how you
And I
Will be

Billy Joel.

All the Things I Didn't Say on My Philosophy Quiz

It is a pretty commonly accepted presumption, at least in Western thought, that God can be defined in three essential characteristics:
1. He is all powerful
2. He is all knowing
3. He is all loving/caring/good/etc.

It is also accepted, and I would assume rarely doubted, that evil exists in the world. Murder, rape, lying, cheating, hate, lust, toying with people's emotions, bitterness, and all the other millions of things we as humans often instigate in our own lives and add on to the heap of evil.

So, all of this leads to the philosophical argument of, "If God is so good, and so powerful, and so knowledgeable then why does evil exist in the world; and furthermore, if He is aware of the evil and has the all power, why does he allow evil to exist?"

It's a good question, one that a lot of Christians would mark of simply with the concept of free will and one that non-believers could use to try to appease the own pain in their lives, pushing off their own misfortunes onto God and not accepting the human role in anything.

But, for arguments sake, obviously if evil exists AND we have God to be an all powerful, all knowing, all loving God--something doesn't match up. Both cannot exist in their described fullness, and since evil undoubtedly exists, God therefore cannot be all He was previously defined all, or at least not to the degree of "all" that was previously ascribed. Therefore, we are posed with the question of "which of the three characteristics must be weakened or lessened to make up for the evil that is in the world?" This was our task on the quiz.

From my standpoint, most people are willing to accept God's power and knowledge. Most people can handle the idea that God has ultimate power, that He created the world, basically manages it, and it the producer and conductor of most of life's affairs. They are ok with the idea of some "faceless being" being "in charge" of things. Afterall, just because one has power doesn't mean one has to use it, so therefore, God could just choose NOT to act in instances of evil. And people are willing to accept that God is all knowledgable, that He is aware of all things, including evil, and all the things going on in their lives, but knowing doesn't do much with action or heart. So that leaves the all loving/caring/good/etc. category. That seems to be where people have the issue with God.

They ask questions of "If God is so loving then why do I have to endure such hard times or why did so and so have to die or why does no one love me" or "If God knows some terrible natural disaster is going to destroy millions of people why doesn't He stop it, if He's so powerful."

Now, free will does play a role, no doubt, but it's not just some scapegoat excuse for what might be conceived as God's inaction. God knows us as his creation, and on my observations I know something about people, and it is this...I have not met one person, who likes to feel like he or she doesn't have control of their own life, it's what makes Christianity so hard, giving up control, and even some of the most Godly people still have areas of their lives that are hard to surrender to God. WE LIKE TO BE IN CONTROL, or at least think we are in control. God did not create us to be thinking, feeling, free beings just to have Him make all of our decisions for us, it would defeat the purpose of our creation. God's already chosen us, but He wants us to chose Him. I mean, no one wants to be loved out of obligation, it should be freely given and received. And that is why God gives us the choice...and because we are imperfect yet strangly confident in our ability we screw things up, we hurt people, we hurt ourselves, we make messes.

But if God were to just step in and fix everything that we mess up, it would undermind what He created us to be, not to mention He already has made arrangements for all the time we screw up.

So the problem of evil is not an issue of God's not wanting to use his power and knowledge and love to save His children, it's a call for us, His children, to use the facilities He has given us to combat evil and make a choice to love Him.

In an MMMBop they're gone / In an MMMBop they're not there

Those were the days I tell you.

I Hope This Isn't Serious

I fear that I may be growing into some awkward like for having the bed made.

gasp.

I have never been one to enjoy making the bed, much to my mother's despair, in fact I have always held to the fact that an unmade bed is MUCH more inviting and that there was no real point in making a bed just to mess it up again.

But yesterday I was changing my sheets and I felt compelled to make my entire bed and as I was lying on top of it earlier, I sorta liked it being made...it does look a lot neater. But still, unmade and messy, I believe is a bit more my style.

This bedmaking this better not become some kind of trend.

All Was Not Well in the Nance this Weekend

What could go wrong with parflesnarf and "The Sound of Music?" One would not think such a wholesome, good clean fun kinda night could possibly go wrong, especially not in the Nance, it's pretty much the safest place on campus.

Movie night started good, but by the end, things just weren't really right, no one could really hold attention, it was almost an antsy-ness in the room, but after the movie was over I was looking out my window and waving at the people who happened to be walking around campus at 1:30 in the morning (nothing I haven't done before) but then this creepy guy on a bicycle stops and stares right up into our window. Alright, well while Stephen is telling us to call campus police just by the looks of the guy, Chris and I were trying to be rational and not jump to conclusions, afterall, if someone was waving at you, you might stop and try to figure out who it was, not neccesarily in such a creepy way, but you know he continued on his way after a moment or two.

Well a few minutes later, he's back outside our window, staring up at us again, this time the guys as well as myself are gathered at the window and again, the staring just wasn't normal, it was creepy, not right at all.

Well, being in the Nance and all, we had to kick the boys out at 2 but before they left we had them stand outside our window for awhile, check around the building, keep on the look-out and let us know "it was snowing in Japan" (code for it was all good) but while they were still down there, the guy rides by again, and not just rides by, but comes out of the breeze way connecting our dorm to another building on campus. Before the boys had even noticed he was coming I had seen him out of the corner of my eye and hit the floor like it was no one's business. The boys watched him ride off and said he was going the opposite direction so we figured he was gone, and wouldn't come back especially after seeing the four boys outside our window.

And he didn't see him ride by our window anymore

but around 2:30-3:00ish after Maggie and I calmed ourselves down I am on my way to wash my face and whatnot and I open the door and right to my left is the man WITH HIS BIKE, standing right outside my door! What the heck! SO I slam the door shut, lock it and sit down right in front of it barely able to move and just get out enough words to tell Maggie to call campus police. So I am sitting in front on the door and I call my friend Stephen and he's trying to calm me down and rally the boys together.

About 10 minutes later, campus police finally shows up and get this he knocks on the door and doesnt even bother to identify himself! And after about 10-15 minutes of "checking the building" he comes back and tells us he's done or whatever (like one cop can search the whole building effectively and he didn't even do bathrooms which he later had Maggie and I go with him to do but he sent us in while he held to door) and in the process of this our heros the boys had come back to the Nance and returned to our window.

Well after the cop left, neither Maggie or I felt very safe and we knew we weren't going to sleep and we weren't about to go out in the hall by ourselves, so we threw Maggie's ID down to the boys and broke just about every visitation policy in the Nance to let the boys back up into our room. So they call Kenneth, our friend who is a security assistant (and by the way there was no SA on duty in our building which means there was no one at the desk, the doors werent checked and the alarms weren't set) and he came and he and two of the guys did a really thorough search of the building and in the end Maggie and I ended up sleeping on the floor in Chris's room in Richardson, which is an interesting experience in and of itself, and needless to say, I didn't sleep at all really.

Much more has progressed on this whole issue since then, including the fact that some freshman on the first floor actually LET THIS GUY IN AT 2:3o IN THE MORNING!! I actually met the girl tonight and it took everything in me not to chew her out, not in an angry way but just to let her know how serious it was because giggling over it isn't how she should be responding to the situation.

Sigh, there is a lot more I can say but I'm gonna leave on a few closing points.

1. HUGE props and eternal thanks to our boys (Stephen, Chris, Kevin, Joe, and Kenneth) for being so valiant in their efforts to protect us.
2. Thank you Emilie for coming down and encouraging us to pray last night, I really needed that.
3. Thank you God for showing Maggie Psalm 27 yesterday, what a comfort in the Word.
4. To be quite honest, I have never feared for my life until that moment when I opened that door and saw that man. I have been scared to tears before, but never actually afraid, it's a very different feeling. For example, I cried going down the zipline at camp, I was scared, but deep down I knew that that wire wasn't going to break and my harness was tight and secure. I didn't know what was going on in this man's head, I didn't know he was there beforehand, I just didn't know and not knowing is terrifying. Just praise God I couldn't move on step farther after I opened that door, and praise God I didn't leave just a minute earlier leaving me by myself in the bathroom and Maggie alone in the room with the door open. Just praise God!

How Do You Eat Your Gummy Bears?

So, I have very much been on this obnoxious (but ever so delicious) gummy bear kick the past, ehh week or so and I have noticed that I have a very specific (and originally unconscious) way of eating my gummy bears.

First I eliminate the green and yellow ones (typically the green go first followed by the yellow ones but sometimes I eat them together) and then comes the pesky little pineapple clear ones, followed by the orange and (saving the best for last) slowly ration out to red ones the rest of the time I am enjoying my gummies.

Well, being the psychologists that I am (I have had three semesters after all) I am thinking that there is definitely some deeply rooted psychological finding and revelation to be had by analyzing how I and others consume gummy bears and other candies that could be sorted by flavor and/or color.

So my challenge to you, my beloved readers, is tell me...How do you eat your gummy bears (or other candies as described above)???

Three Things

Number One: Chivalry is NOT Dead!

I must say, that it brings me the greatest joy whenever I see even the tiniest displays of proper gentlemanship being expressed out in today's world.

Saturday, while having a pleasant dinner out with my grandparents I was fortunate to see not one BUT two such displays. The first was as simple as a fellow holding the door open, and it was not just for me, but also for my grandmother, his own mother, and a few other ladies, and mind you there were pauses in the flow of people coming out this door, but he stood there nonetheless holding the door and smiling, as if it were his pleasure.

Second, while walking around a shopping center there was a young man, who while walking with his lady had his elbow perfectly angled so as to be able to escort her around while they shopped...that's right elbow out and hand about level with his mid stomach...that ladies and gentlemen is something we do not see everyday.

Anywho, bravo to boys with good manners.

Number Two: Eating Alone

So due to various scheduling issues, on Mondays and Wednesdays I have to eat an early dinner, and by early I mean like 4:15. Naturally, not many people partake in such early dinners so today I was left to eat dinner by myself, and I must say, it was wonderful.

See, it dawned on me while I was enjoying my Cocoa Puffs, that is has been MONTHS since I have had any time to myself. I went from school to home to camp to home to Europe and now back to school, and each and every destination involved me being almost constantly in vicinity of and interacting with other people. Now don't get me wrong, I quite enjoy the company of those who I've been around, but dagomit, I'm pretty cool too and I like to hang out with myself sometimes.

Number Three: Body Sculpt

As is customary of Maggie and I, a new semester brings a new fitness opportunity and we have decided to continue our exercise classes, this time taking up BODY SCULPT...basically it is a low weight/high rep. strength and toning class...Whoot!! I am excited because this is definitely going to be a challenge, I can tell my the amount of muscular pain I am in at the moment. I love exercise!!

Just a Snippit

Ladies and Gentlemen, that would be Pope Benedicto the 16th himself, that's right, looking right at me, and yes, no zoom required!




And down below, this is Assisi just at sunset, this was my favorite place we visited.




This is a group of some of the kids from our group on our cruise down the Rhine.







Here I am imitating Constantine. And please please please remember, Constantine was the first Christian emperor.
Here's me and Beth throwing our coins into the Trevi fountain, which means we both shall return to Rome some day.

The Life of a Pilgrim

The past 36 hours (well it's been 37 but I am not counting the past hour) have been some of the most challenging hours of my entire life.

Last night was the World Youth Day vigil, which basically is a big camp out on a massive field where the Pope comes to speak and there is lots of prayer and music and whatnot. Well, I don't know if you know anything about the weather in Germany but it was absolutely freezing like night, as in, I could see my breath kind of cold, and the ground was muddy and the constant threat of rain was on the horizon. We left the hotel at 7:45 in the morning to stake out our place (section A, which means we were pretty close) and basically spent the entire day killing time and hanging out (and in my case sleeping) on the field. It was cold all day, but when the sun went down, oh man, it was insane. So sleeping was quite a challenge, and let me just say you get to know people you didnt know very well, very well when circumstances call for it. So needless to say, I didn't get any sleep last night. Not to mention the toilets there were backed up and overflowed which left bathroom out of the picture and we hardly had anything to eat.

So after a nice, cold, 2 and a half hour Mass with the Pope this morning, as pilgrims we set off to what was supposed to me a 4K walk to the train station, but when we got to the train station all the trains were out of order, and this was the case for the next station which was another 5K off...Needless to say, from 1 o clock to 7:30 we were walking across Germany.

I really don't know if I have ever pushed my body quite so hard, but it's insane how God can deliver strength.

Ok I only have 39 seconds left and I need to get this up...more soon.

I'm Alive and Well

Well here I am...sitting in a internet room in the ground floor of a hotel in Cologne, Germany!!!!

I must say, I have fallen in love with Europe, I could live here quite happily.

I want to write so much more, but I one, don't want to use all my internet time right now, and two, I can't quite process it all just now.

The trip has been so awesome so far though...all of last week we were in Italy and we got into Germany two nights ago and just got into Cologne yesterday night.

There are 800,000 youth here at World Youth Day and it is so amazing seeing people from all over the world in one place to worship God, although it is kind of tough with the language barriers.

Ok, I can't write eloquently just now, so I shall write more later but I am here and missing you all.

I'm friggin going to Rome today!

So today is the day--around 5ish I will be peacing out of the joint (and by joint I mean the United States) and be well on my way to Rome! And after a few days in Rome we're going to Assissi, Florence, Padua, Trenton, a few cities in Germany and then to Colonge for World Youth Day. I'm so excited I could perhaps wet myself, but I shall have to keep that under control.

I believe this trip is going to be very good for me, as all travelers say traveling is, but I just feel like it's going to be an exciting eye opener for me and only start an epidemic of all the traveling I hope to do some day.

Unfortunately, I am not done packing and doing all the other million things I had to do before I leave, so I must go, but I love you all and will miss you. I shall try to post if the opportunity arises.

Ciao!

roll out the red carpet my inner dork is coming through

Isn't he precious? For those who don't know, this is Hulk Hogan, he's a wrestler, and I must say, he's one of my favorites.

sigh, it has been quite some time since I have devoted any time on the internet looking up anything wrestling related, yet last night I found myself, back on the old websites, checking out stuff about the WWE, old favorite wrestlers, and other things of the like.

man I'm a dork. the sad part is, in middle school this was very much a regular occurance. man.

I miss DX man, the good ol' days. only the cool kids would know what that means.

Something that brought me great joy

mama
i made parfelsnarfs!! i tryed some it is even better with butter popcorn!! my parents havent tryed it yet my mom thinks it looks gross i will keep tryin though

if you have batmans phone# can i have it
his email says it does not exist

i had the best dream last nite if only it would come true
all of op c moved to the same street it was called OP C BLVD
lol
gota go I LOVE YOU and MISS YOU LOTS
LiL D


this is why i love camp.

Not Packing

I need to read more.

Because I am doing just about everything other than packing for my trip to Italy and Germany, I was piddling around on the internet today and found myself looking up books on the Dacus (Winthrop's library) on-line catalog. I looked up C.S. Lewis and decided that there is a lot of his stuff I really want to read and that I should truly make an effort to read a lot more that is NOT school related. So I believe I shall make this one of the many goals I set for myself for this coming school year.

While procrastinating I also spent time looking around the Rock Hill city website and looking at classes and such that are offered at the local rec centers, both ceramics and hip hop dancing looked interesting.

Oh yes

Oh yes, I forgot I also wanted to post the lyrics to this lovely new song Micah introduced at camp.

The Throw-up Song

I think I'm gonna throw up
I think I'm gonna throw up
I think I'm gonna throw up
my hands to the Lord

I think I'm gonna chuck
I think I'm gonna chuck
I think I'm gonna chuck
my sins out the door

I think I'm gonna hurl
I think I'm gonna hurl
I think I'm gonna hurl
Satan back to hell

I think I'm gonna pee
I think I'm gonna pee
I think I'm gonna pee
A-R-T-Y

*that spells "party" for those who don't get it

I find it quite entertaining.

Sleeping in the Staff Lounge

hehe...I tickle myself with how the title of the post definitely sounds like a parody to one of Tasha's songs "Sleeping on Seaboard" or at least to me it did.

anywho, I am for real sleeping in the newly returned staff lounge with brand new, well new to us, couches that are equally or more hideous than the one couch Gene brought in earlier this summer.

It's my last night here at camp, I am leaving at 9 am tomorrow morning, just long enough to go to breakfast and say goodbye to everyone. I figure I'm not going to sleep much tonight seeing as how i still have a whole little mess of things to do before I leave such as finish the staff banner, PACK, finish laundry, write some letters to some people before I leave and other such things. The last time I showered was Saturday night and it's very much not in the plan for tonight. Gotta love camp.

I don't have much to say at the current moment, for the fear of being too emotional with not enough brain power to make my emotions sound eloquent. So I am probably going to start unloading my stuff from Jordan's car where it has been sitting for quite some time now.

sigh.

An Awaited Hour Off

So here we are, at camp, week number three of having 150+ kids and I am finally sitting here with an hour off. I almost don't know what to do with myself.

I'm pretty sure I have heat rash on my scalp, it's been itching since the 2nd week of CITs and hasn't stopped since. In fact, I woke myself up this morning scratching my head. Whoo Hoo for me.

I cannot believe the summer is almost over. This is my last full week, then come August 2nd I will be rolling away from the ROC until whenever it is I come back. The end of the summer is always tough, you never really are ready to leave despite how tired you may be, but this summer, it's going to be a lot harder. We have really been pouring a lot of ourselves into this ministry and watching it grow and lives change. We have spent so many nights worshiping in the lodge with sweat dripping from every imaginable part of our bodies. We've painted and fixed and transformed. We climbed and canoed and creek floated. We have a camp song and eaten our fix of Parflesnarf. We've had a good summer and I am leaving with a lot of good memories and friends.

I'm exhausted, my body is running out of energy, my voice is on the verge of being shot, but every morning I wake up rearing and ready to go despite all of that. Every night when I am thinking about the day I think to myself, where in the heck did the summer go? This summer has been amazing, it has far exceded any of my expectations and disproved all my apprehensions. God is working hardcore here at Rockfish and that in and of itself makes it hard to think about leaving, to think about missing something that might be going on in the last little bit of summer left.

I've grown a lot, I've pushed myself a lot, and I've had a lot of fun.

So here I am, on a much awaited hour off and yet when it's all over, I'll keep wanting just one more hour.

man that was emo.

Untitled

I had to sing to a kid on the toilet.


Thank you.

I'm Really Not Having a Bad Week...

But apparently just by looking at me people can tell that I am stressed out, and the truth is, I am.

I knew that this week of Operation Purple was going to be HUGE and it is, but I was ready for it. Then the reality of keeping up with 31 8 and 9 year olds hit and here I am already having cried twice this week and it's only Tuesday.

But I am really not having a bad week, my girls are awesome, they are so sweet and no problems at all, and the boys overall really aren't that bad either, they are little boys which means they go non stop all day long, and they fight and pick on each other, but I can deal with that. And we all play so hard in the pool and it's great, its more just all those little problems in combination with just the craziness of everything else that's getting to me.

It's also really hard to try to minister to these kids when we aren't running a "Christian camp" but rather a "camp run by Christians." We can't be explicit about anything and it's tough.

Anywho, I'm reading through Philippians and there's that whole verse about "not arguing and complaining" so naturally that kinda hit me last night and I'm really trying and like I said, I'm not having a bad week my stress level has just skyrocketed. So just keep camp in your prayers guys, God has a reason for bringing all these youngins here we just need to let him work.

New Kids--Same Domination My Kids Totally Dominated Part Two

So it is the start of another week here at Rockfish, although this one will be ending Thursday morning and from there a group of us will make the treck home to Myrtle Beach to hang out for a few days.

Well yes, my kids totally dominated in the Ultimate last night, 3 flags, if you count the one Devon showed us, which we didn't because it would have been a cheap steal, but yes, domination is quite grand. This week my group of Explorers is paired up with Stephen and Danielle's Trees and together we have five kids, I'm not sure we will be able to handle it.

I must say though, we must enjoy this small, laid back environment while we can because come Sunday Rockfish is gonna explode...176 kids are going to be dropped in our laps for a week and God is gonna do HUGE things. I am so excited...oh, and by the way, I might totally be going to Peru next summer, Gene wants to take Rockfish global...holy cow.

Well, my break is very much about to be up, I would of written more but I fell asleep on one of the new mattresses with no springs, not the best nap ever, but you know, when you're tired you're tired.

Please keep camp in your prayers for the next few weeks, like I said, we're about to explode...


Oh and by the way Happy Fourth of July and much love out to Rique on his birthday!

Much Awaited has Arrived

Sitting Here

So I am sitting here in the Staff Lounge enjoying some Cocoa Wheats with the last 50 minutes of my 24 hours off. Man, I really cant believe that today is Thursday and that come Saturday the youngins I've been hanging out with for the past 3 weeks are gonna return back home. It's also sorta hard to take that summer is pretty much half way over. It's Crazy!!

I am really excited about Crazy Dress Dinner tonight, I finally have an actual costume that I am going to wear rather than just throwing plaid and polka dots together and calling it crazy. It should be a good one.

My kids are shadowing resident counselors today and it's Luke's day off, so I am assuming I will just be doing support staff stuff, which is cool with me.

Alright I really have nothing constructive to say right now, so I am going to go finish my breakfast but remember...

My address is:
226 Camp Rockfish Road
Parkton, NC 28371

Just in case you guys forgot ::wink wink::

24 Hours Off

So I have finally arrived at the much needed 24 hours off that I am being granted as a reward for doing the three week camp thing. I need it. I'm tired and worn out and really just need a day to have some "me time" before I will be any good to my kids.

I hate when I get this kind of worn out tired sorta way because I lose a lot of my patience and then can just not be a very fun person to be around. My kids are tired too, so we all could really use some time off.

Anywho, so Sunday I woke up to the sweet serenade of the Cape Fear river. It was quite awesome, I must admit. We took a 9-mile canoe trip down the Cape Fear over Saturday and Sunday and then camped out, right on the river bank. It was soo cool. I had never done that before, I had been down the Cape Fear when I was a senior high camper, but it was just so freeing to just pick a spot and pitch a tent. Our kids were really awesome too, they didn't get on each others backs or down their throats, so it was good. Luke and I read "Why the Cross" to them and talked about surrender. We really wanted to hit them hard with what it means to really surrender to God. I think they are starting to get it.

AHH...we're going to the mountains this weekend. I am so excited, not only will it be like 20 degrees cooler BUT it will just be more relaxing. So yeah...

I'm off .

Hurray!!

So as of Saturday I am officially 19-years-old...whoot whoot for me. I must say, I want to give major major thanks to all of my super awesome friends who really made my birthday awesome...this includes everyone from my personal chefs Stephen and Jordan to the WU kids who came all the way to Rockfish to play with me...Seriously...thanks, it was awesome.

So pretty much this is the deal...for the next three weeks I am with the CITs (Counselors in Training) and man, that's a l-o-n-g assignment. It's exciting, on the one hand because we get to do a lot of trips and special activities and whatnot, but at the same time, it's a pretty demanding assignment as well, but it has all been prayerfully considered and approached and so I know that God has put Luke and I with these kids for a reason.

I canoed today for the first time since my first summer working and that made me very happy, seeing as how canoing is my favorite camp activity.

Well I am off for now...

P.S. This whole sending me mail deal hasnt quite panned out, I mean, I'm not mad, but guys...I put the address right up so you didn't have to work too hard...::wink:: just kidding, or maybe not

My Kids Totally Dominated

Well let me tell you, my kids are a whole mess of fun. We have five girls and three boys and we have been going non-stop since they got here yesterday and it has been so much fun.

Last night we had opening campfire and then played this game called Ultimate (which is pretty much like capture the flag and flashlight tag where you sneak all over camp at night) and whoo day, my kids totally dominated and by dominated I mean we were the only group to successfully capture a flag (which we totally swiped from the staff) and we almost got another one with a great joint effort between our boys and girls.

It has been raining ALL DAY LONG but luckily we have been making the best of it which includes lots of rainy day songs and puddle stomping. My kids are bouldering right now (climbing a rockwall in the lodge) and I'm on my hour off...even though they're good, its a nice break.

I'm gonna jet.

The Day Has Come

I'm so excited and I just can't hide it....

Camp starts today!I have a group, which is of no suprise because there are only four female senior staff, one of which is currently not here. I am really excited though. I have Pathfinders, which is 3rd-5th graders with Levi...so I feel we are going to be having a good week. One of the girls in my group this will be by third year in a row being her counselor. We are going to be going going going all week long and are gonna be super tired, but thats ok, we'll just see how things go without an H-Hour.

We had a day off yesterday which was nice...went to Wal Mart (twice) and then Jordan and I had a hot date with Steve Smith ::wink:: lucky us. I also finally got more than 7 hours of sleep which was much needed and good so I can be pumped and ready for the youngins today and the hot bowl of Cocoa-Wheats is definitely a good start to my morning.

A lot has been going on but I don't realy have time to catch up everything now, I need to get dressed and scoot to church.

Internet at Last

Most of you are well aware of my slight amount of internet addiction, well I would like to point out that I have successfully gone almost a week without ANY form of internet and I have been quite alright without it, but I figured I would take advantage of this internet access to do a little updating.

Oh man...they are running us ragged here this summer but in a good way...

The past few days we have been doing this "Great Amazing Race" deal which has had us running (Micah is the coolest guy) all over the place and doing all these crazy challenges. My team definitely came in last BOTH days but what we lack in athletic ability we make up for in encouragement and incredible good looks. We also have been going through Bible studies which are going to be more intense then past summers and we had (whoot whoot) awesome worship last night. Oh, and I have also been learning sign language from one of the guys here (I can sign all of "You are my Sunshine") and I got CPR certified...Go me...

Man though, I have been having such a great time, this summer is going to be so awesome (I am still expecting mail)

Yes, this is not a very good post, perhaps I shall write something better later, when I am not as tired and worn, but that is a little insight into what I have been up to. Hopefully I will get some pictures up soon.

Aching

I want to note...my E-N-T-I-R-E body hurts at this very moment. Why you might ask? Well there is a very simple answer to that. Upon arriving at camp to camp to do what I thought was going to be working for Dads, Lads, and Gals I totally got told that I wanted to be a lifeguard and therefore must complete lifeguard training.

Yes, so for the past three days I have probably spent more time in the pool than I ever have in all my years here combined, I am sun burt all over, and I just ache from all the swimming and skills that I'm just not that good at.

I'm telling you now...Brooke isn't going to actually get certified, but for now I am enduring the training for it.

So moral of the story is...I hurt...and my lips are chapped...and I am hungry but everyone is playing Halo, therefore dinner has been postponed. That's it.

High School

Today, I had a marvelous sandwich in a sack lunch prepared by Natasha. Thought I would let you know.

I always knew high school was never really my thing. It wasn't something that I particularly was excited about after middle school and after my first day my freshman year I was pretty much ready to graduate and move on. But despite the fact I was far too cool for high school, even after moving to the Academy, I dealt with it, had a few good laughs, and despite the handful of caring and inspiring people I was priveledged to meet, I walked across that stage, without a tear, knowing I was never really going to wish I was back at high school.

Today only confirmed these feelings.

Today Tasha and I went back to the Academy and looking around at the kids there, how they interact, what they value, how they think...I don't miss any of it. Yes, the jokes and the little spats and behaviors are their own form of cute, endearing, and entertaining, I had no desire to spend more than a few hours there visiting some cool cats.

Then for some odd reason, I managed to get myself roped into spending an hour at Myrtle Beach High School for a chours, band, orchestra thing. Just being in that building makes my stomach hurt.

Sigh.

Not much good dwelling in that. Trust me kids, college is much better.

Oh yes, and by the way a Happy Birthday to Ben Moser...who turned older today ::wink::

All Letters, Gifts, Packages and Other Things Sent Through the Mail Are Accepted and Appreciated

Because I know you are all just DYING to know, I am posting my summer address, do with it what you will (although I will note you will be forever blessed for any and all parcels of mail sent my way ::wink::):

Brooke Currie

226 Camp Rockfish Road

Parkton, NC 28371

And while you are at it...check out this cool link to see where I will be:

http://www.rockfishoutdoorcenter.org

Your #1 Match: INFP

The Idealist You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world. Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships. It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close. But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop. You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.

Your #2 Match: ISFP

The Artist You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now). You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children. Simply put, you enjoy bueaty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life. Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs. You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer.

Your #3 Match: INFJ

The Protector You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity. Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is. You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience. You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them. You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.

What's Your Personality Type?

How sweet

hand holding - you like to be in constant physical
contact with your special someone but you don't
want to take things too quickly.

Because who doesn't need to look at a cute lil' baby?

Church Happens

As my friend Rique would say "this is church" whenever a group of believers gather together...and tis true...sometimes church just happens.

Saturday Erica and I went to Chic-fil-A (suprise suprise) and as we filled our little bellies with chicken and sweet tea we really got to talking just about how amazing God is and how He can work through people and pull people through things and where He places us in our lives and that ministry isn't always just working for some church but its a matter of everyday living. Food and God just go together I guess.

Then this Sunday I finally got the opportunity to go to St. Mary's (the gospel Catholic Church) and the entire time I just sat there thinking "This is what church is supposed to be." I walked in and just felt the warmth and was taken aback by the diversity...black, white, young, old, rich, poor, everyone gathered into this one little building in the ghetto of Rock Hill, talking, hugging, smiling, kissing, and greeting each other. There was life in this church, that is how it should be. At one point, this older white man leaned over and gave a kiss on the cheek to this elderly black woman and I couldn't help but smile. Not to mention, people sang, clapped, and just had an energy about them. It was amazing. I left knowing I had been in the presence of God...it was good.

When Bordom Strikes...

...there is very little that you can do other than appease that gnawing sensation telling you to get up and do something.

Such was the case this morning around 12:30 when we realized after a night of sitting around doing nothing, there was really a need to go out gallavanting and have an adventure. The night continued as follows:

Ready for Action

Sneaky Sneaky

We're Dead!

Strike a Pose

Fly Katie Fly

Katie "breaking into" Little Chapel

We took that tank!

I pretty much conquered this rock

The Proposal

Lil Hobos sleep on a bench

I decided on Redhead

Heh, so I dyed my hair tonight. Well Maggie did it, but it was my hair.

Yeah, I've never done it before and I have been pondering it over for awhile, so I found this stuff that washes out in like 8-10 shampoos so I figured it was pretty safe, nothing to permanent. But yeah, I's got reddish hair now. It's a fun little change. I need to buy a new towel though.

Taken by accident but looks cool

Not a good picture, but you can see the color

Can ya see the red?

Yeah, it was a little messy

Midnight Madness

I must say, the excitement is never lacking on Metro nights when the Winthrop kids are involved.

See, once a month the Charlotte Metro Campus Crusades meet for a big meeting, with worship and a speaker, plenty of laughter and fellowship--good times. So, a big group of us head out to Charlotte for the meeting, having a good time, and whatnot and after the meeting is over, as usual hang out in the hallway for a bit. Coke bottles fly, Katie and I are about to brawl, there's dancing, jumping and the like, conversation, pizza, you know. Now the only logical step from this point is to head to Krispy Kreme as usual, so we did, but it being a Friday night and all and us all being college kids with nothing else better to do, we were not content to end the night there.

So, where do we decide to go from there? Good question, the answer is Toys-r-Us. Now normally they close at 9 and by this point it is definitely moving into the 11 o'clock hour, but apparently there was this event going on and we all (all 14) decided to go check it out.

As some of you may have known, that at 12:00 this morning, as in midnight between the first and second of April, there was a little event called Midnight Madness as the local Toys-r-Us in which the brand new Star Wars toys were going to be sold. Not an event I would normally frequent, I am not even much of a Star Wars fan, but we had nothing better to do. It turned out to be quite an experience. When we got there, there was already a line forming, and the whole squad of us made quite a crowd. Soon kids is costumes showed up, there were businessy people, girls, fathers and sons, people of what seemed to come from all different walks of life, all gathered in the name of Star Wars. How nice.

Since we arrived at 11:30ish we had some time to kill, which for an easily entertained group, was not much of a predicament. I was teaching some people how to waltz in the parking lot for some of the time. Other times we were just talking and laughing. It was good...then the magic hour came and we were all allowed to enter the store and behold the beauty.

Heh, there was no mad rush or fist fights or anything, but definitely a large crowd of people all searching frantically through the racks and boxes of action figures. It was incredibly entertaining, I must say, an experience to remember. You can check the pictures out below, us Cru kids know how to have some fun man!

Well, I could elaborate more I suppose, but I am quite tired now, so I am going to get some sleep.

Yes, we definitely had 14 people in line for this glorious event

Maggie, Lauren, and Laura checking out Easter baskets

Do you know where we were at midnight?

Ahh yes, this is the release of the new Star Wars toys

Patrick and Stephen got their toys

Dave and Katie striking a pose

It's me

Brooke Currie--Teen Sensation

Turn Up the Latino Heat

Geez oh man what a night!

I do not think I have laughed so incredibly hard as I did tonight in a really long time; especially of my own self-entertainment, no real outside stimuli, unless you count Maggie.

Not only did I rehash an old addiction and turned on some professional wrestling tonigh, yes, as in WWE and as in I definitely still remembered HBK's finishing move (sweet chin music). So I was thoroughly entertained by myself and the middle school version of myself who was incredibly addicted to such a thing, not that is bad, and I admit, it's still quite a fun diversion, but still. So that in and of itself was entertaining.

But that is not all.

For some reason, I actually know the reason but it's far too complicated to explain here, but Maggie and I got on this "latino" kick which involves poorly executed Mexican accents and many a comment on "latino heat" and "latin lovers".

Man, I have not laughed so hard...I was definitely crying, not just watery eyes, but tears rolling out and laughing out loud to the point of no noise. Ahh it was great. Surely people must have thought we were high or something due to the fact that one of us would mutter some comment, barely getting it out, and then laugh uncontrollably for 5 minutes or so.

Good times. God blesses us with laughter that is so for sure.

P.S. And I learned that there is actually an official pot smoking magazine today called High Times...steve hurley is a fountain of infinite wisdom ::wink::

Friday Afternoon

I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend my time after such a stressful week locked up in my room. Ahh sleeping in the sunshine, playing model, movie and dinner. Good times.

Why not climb a tree in a skirt?

Under the tree

Me and Erica

Debutantes

Get her Erica

Katie and Me in the sunshine!