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Thursday, February 01, 2007

New York in the Fall...

There's something about "You've Got Mail" that gets me everytime.  I'm not sure what it is really.  But it's just...me.  Slightly nostalgic and poetic.  Slightly scatterbrained and silly.  And at times, single, wanting a relationship that means more than anything in the world, reaching out and grasping for something to hold on to, but yet, not able to get it.  Maybe it's the hope that I won't be reaching into thin air all my life, and that maybe, just maybe, one day while my hand has just gotten done reaching and is actually coming back to me for a break, someone else's hand reaches out and grasps mine...and doesn't let go...

Kathleen Kelly is a very interesting character.  Her mother has died.  She owns and runs the little children's book store that her mother left her.  Her only friends are the three people who have always worked in her store, and her boyfriend, who has somehow turned into more or less of a brother than a lover because the relationship has gotten so comfortable.  Her life revolves around this little book store.  She knows nothing else than the upper west side of New York City.

Amanda Arbaugh is a very interesting character.  Her parents are still living, but her mother has just lost her job.  She goes to this little college, which she has been attending for what seems like an eternity.  She doesn't really have that many friends, but does have a few close ones.  She has just gotten out of a very serious relationship which strangly got comfortable within a very small amount of time, just before it ended.  Her life revolves around this little school.  She knows not much else, other than downtown Omaha.

Kathleen Kelly had to come to the realization that her book store isn't going to last forever, infact, she had to close it.  She finds herself isolated.  Far from being in her comfortable little rut she had been in for so long.  She rarely saw her friends anymore and had to start looking for something to sustain her through the uncertain future.

Amanda Arbaugh had to come the realization that school isnt' going to last forever, infact, she's graduating in four very short months!  She'll find herself isolated.  Far from being in her comfortable little rut she had been in for so long.  She'll rarely see her friends anymore and will have to start looking for something to sustain her through teh uncertain future soon, or she might have to move home with her parents!!! (Scary thought.)

The one thing that scares me most about graduating is that I don't know what I'll be doing or how I'll get along or where I'm going to live or with whom I'll be socializing with.  I guess that's more than one thing, but still, for those of you who have had to think about being single aftter college, know what I'm talking about.  My degree isn't really anything that I can use in today's world.  I have no specific qualifications.  I can't just say, "Yes, I have a bachelor's degree from a conservative Christian college.  No, it's not in anything in particular...but I did take some classes in this area.  So how bout it, Mr. CEO...Do you want to hire me?"  And expect something good to come of it!  I don't have certificates in anything.  I don't have anything, really.  I'm just stuck. 

I know God made me to be a stay-at-home-mom and a house wife.  But see, there's one little problem.  It's called being single.  I can't be a house wife, because I'm not married.  And I can't be a stay-at-home-mom because a.) I'm not married, and b.) I don't have any kids.  And quite frankly, from where I'm at now, I don't see any of that happening anytime soon.  Unless someone decides to sweep me off my feet tomorrow or next week sometime, or anytime in the near future for that matter.

I don't really want to be one of those people who are 30 something and still single.  I don't want to be one of those people who have to resort to a bar or the internet just to meet someone.  And being out of school soon, I don't know how else I can meet someone!  I mean, the church I go to now is very much dead for my age group.  The only guy my age is engaged to someone else.  My work isn't pretty much out of the question because the other people who work there are either too old for me or too young, not to mention I'm one of 3 Christians who work there.  So, that's pretty much it.  I'm too shy to meet someone at Terra Nova if I ever get out there.  And besides, I highly doubt that anyone would honestly and seriously want to come up to me and ask me out to coffee.  It's never happened before, and I don't see it happening ever.

If anyone does actually read this, I have a question for you, my loyal reader.  Have you ever been where I am?  Am I alone in my feelings?  I guess I just want to feel normal about what I feel.  I want to know that I'm not as alone as I feel and that I can have someone to connect to in that way.  What does the future hold?  All I've ever known is school.  And now, there's nothing for me!  Maybe that's why people devote themselves to school and keep getting higher and higher degrees.  Then finally, one day, they've received their third doctorate and come to the realization that they really don't know why they've been in school.  They don't know what they are going to do, even though they are highly qualified to teach at any ivy league school. 

Sometimes because of the way my life is, the way my personality is, the way things fall in my life in general, I wonder if I'm actually supposed to be around.  I wonder if I really have a purpose in life.  It's these times that I expect the rapture to occur or for a terrible car accident to happen that will take my life.  I'm not suicidal or anything.  I can't imagine taking my own life, the act of dying scares me pretty silly.  But what if.  What if I've fulfilled my purpose years ago and God has kind of spaced off the fact that I'm supposed to have gone home a long time ago?  What if I'm right and I am going to die tomorrow or the rapture is going to happen tomorrow?  Would anyone really mourn me?  Would people miss me?  I don't mean a, "Oh, we missed you in church yetserday."  Or, "Oh, yeah, you were gone, we missed you."  I mean, a soul aching, wrenching feeling of deep and utter loss.  Would people just continue on with their days, or lean over to whisper something to me and realize that I won't be coming back?  Have I made an impact on the world?  Have I made an impact on others?

Girl Found Inside Incinerated Car
Family Mourns Loss

OMAHA - A local girl was found in her car today.  It is believed that she lost control of her car on the icy roads on her way back to school from running errands.  The car allegedly flipped twice before bursting into flames.  Paramedics on the scene believe that she died instantly and felt little pain due to the injuries incurred from the flipping vehicle.  The girl's name has been reported as Amanda Arbaugh, Grace Universtiy student, Underwood, Iowa, was her hometown.  She would have graduated college this May with a bachelor's in Youth Ministry and had planned on going to China with the Grace Brass Ensamble and Clarinet Trio.  She played the trumpet.  She is survived by her mother and father, brother, sister-in-law, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.  A visitation and memorial service will be scheduled for later in the week.

Is this how I will be remembered?  Is this all that will be left of my memory?

Or will people think back and say, she was a great girl, and stuff like that.

Oh, to be Kathleen Kelly.....Or perhaps I am....


Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Procrastination

I'm down here in the Stanford computer lab.  I have a mission for the evening.  To type out a 1-2 page response on a couple of articles I read for my Evangelism and Spiritual Life class due tomorrow morning at 9:30.  I have read the articles.  I have written responses and underlined and boxed things of importance in my yellow Sharpie.  I have even come up with an illustration from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (which I was watching while I was reading).  All that is left is to take about a half hour to type out this silly thing.  One last step.  One final check on my list and I can go to bed.  But, alas, I sit here.  I sit here staring at my Xanga weblog entry screen, typing away, with not much to say, really, while all I have done for my paper is the heading.

What is there to say, really?  I agree with the article.  Yes, it did help me to understand some things that I was struggling with.  But really, what is there to say?  I only have 2 pages to respond on two articles with a total length of 20 pages.  Can one really say all they need to on a 20 page article in only 2 pages??  The longer I am in school the harder I find it to write small papers!!! 

I just helped someone add me to Facebook.  Crazy, huh?  Mulit-tasking.  I do it alot, especially recently.  Writing a paper, updating Xanga, helping someone sign up on Facebook, explaining it to another person and writing on people's walls all at the same time!! 

Do you think I could be a scuba diver?  I think it would be really cool.  Swimming with the fishes.  Chasing them around the coral.  Kinda like in my Super Mario Sunshine game.  There is one place you can go that has a coral reef and you can swim around in it and chase fish around.  It's pretty cool, really.

Or do you think I could be a paramedic?  I just watched the Guardian the other night.  Saving lives is pretty cool.  Something to be proud of, really.  I don't think I could be a member of the Coast Guard, however.  See, I'm fairly afraid of falling into water from a distance or high speed.  But I like the whole saving someone.  And if I become a paramedic, I could be a volunteer firefighter as well!  Boy wouldn't that be cool?!  Saving people from a burning building and then saving their life on the way to the hospital!  Wow!  That would be awesome.

So here's how I see my life.  Someday I'll get married to a youth pastor.  I'll help him out with that.  And I'll teach trumpet lessons during the day at our house while taking care of our 5 boys and 2 girls.  I'll be a volunteer firefighter as well.  And we'll take exotic vacations where we become licenced suba divers and research the new species of fish we find.  After a nice swim, we'll all head over to Egypt and uncover the lastest artifact and get published in the paper as the top archeaology family of the world!!  And THEN, we'll go a bit south and work the rest of the summer as missionaries in Africa and then at summer's end, return home to the States.  How does that sound?  Does it encompass all that I am???  Maybe.....


Saturday, December 02, 2006

I mean...

I just love my friends!


Monday, November 27, 2006

Christmas is...

I don't know how well any of you know me.  But for those who are as familiar with me as others are, Christmas is my all time favorite time of year.  It's the time of year that I look forward to the most.  The season that brings me joy and fulfilment.  I get all crazy happy just thinking about lights and music and smells and trees and cooking.....

This year I'm particularily in the mood of Christmas.  Maybe its because I'm working at Toys R Us again and I have my little Christmas clock ticking at the right speed again.  Maybe its because my parents finally replaced the silly fiberoptic tree and got a nice traditional one this year.  Maybe its in the air.  I don't really know.  But I am very happy about Christmas.

I love walking in the cold night all bundled up looking at lights.  I love walking through expensive decorating stores, dreaming of the future and what i would decorate my house with "when I get rich" and just smilling at all the beautiful things.  I love listening to Christmas songs on the radio and reminicing about my childhood when we would drive around Cedar Falls and Waterloo looking at Christmas lights on houses and listening to Neil Diamond Christmas tapes while talking about what we want for Christmas.  I love cooking with my mom through out the season and deciding what we are going to make for Christmas cookies, candies and treats.  I love shopping for other people and finding little things that would make their day and sitting on the floor wrapping presents while listening to Christmas music or watching a Christmas movie while eating Christmas cookies and drinking egg nog. 

The only thing I can't wait for is my own family to share my love of Christmas with.  To cook for and decorate with.  To pass on little traditions to and start new ones with.  I can't wait until I am able to write "From Santa" on my children's presents and fill their stockings with little treats and toys and watch my husband take a bite out of a cookie and a drink of milk from the glass.  I can't wait to get woken by my children early Christmas morning and sleepily watch my children exitedly open their presents and squeel with delight when they find out Santa brought them just what they wanted.  I can't wait to have my extended family over and share food and stories with.  To get caught under the mistle toe by my husband and catch him just a minute later.  I can't wait to play in the snow with my children and take pictures of them building snowmen and snowforts and teach them how to make a proper snow turtle and watch their expressions when I turn the turtle green. 

Everything about Christmas.  All the things that I hold dear to my heart.  All the blessings and traditions.  Trees and lights.  Music and cookies.  Presents and snow.  That feeling that I can never seem to describe, no matter how hard I try through words.  That's what I love.  That deep down joy that takes over my soul and bursts through and gets over everyone.  That's what I love.  That's what Christmas is.


Friday, November 24, 2006

The Perfect Dress

Today I went shopping. I love shopping, especially recently since I've lost a lot of weight and I can try on "real" sizes. But today wasn't an ordinary shopping trip. I went to buy a dress. A dress for winter formal. The winter formal of my senior year of college. I wanted a dress that was flattering, stunning and unforgettable. I wanted to find a dress that would knock everyone's socks off when they saw me. Ok, I might sound a little vein and conceited and self-centered. But hey, I've lost 50 pounds. Don't you think I deserve it?

The only challenge to this shopping trip was finding this unbelievable dress that existed in my mind for about $30. So, I took a deep breath and dove in with my shopping partner, my mom.

After trying on about a dozen dresses or so and lusting after about another dozen, we walk into Dillards, my goldmine for great dresses. We turn the corner and the first dress I see, I about fell over myself because of it. (This also happened last year for Spring Banquet.) I look desperately through the sizes praying that my size will be there. And *gasp* it is!! Holy cow. My mother hands me another dress that is gorgeous and in my price range and I head to the fitting rooms.

The one my mother handed me was ok, the skirt was phenomenal, but the top was....interesting to say the least. See, I have broad shoulders and narrow hips (this has become evident to me as the pounds are melting away from my skellatal frame), so most dresses just aren't made to fit me, they are made for girls with that perfect hour glass shape, shoulders equals hips. And mine don't. My shoulders are slightly broader than my hips. So, I try the one I almost died over.

There have only been two dresses in my life that have fit me like the designer had my measurements in front of her when she designed and cut out the dress, and both of these dresses I've found this year. The first one is this year's Chorale dresses. I don't know why, but that dress fits me absolutely perfectly. The other, you ask? The dress I bought today. It's beautiful.

The dress is black with giant red roses on it. It's not tacky either, but only because of the way it is designed. When you look at it you think, salsa dancer or Spanish Aristocrat. Seriously. It has ruffles and flowy....things...on the skirt and the sleeves are flowy and beautiful and it has some beading here and there, just enough to catch your attention for a brief moment and make you think, was that her sparkling, or her dress? I'm going to wear my dancing stilettoes with it with my hair half up, half down with curls and this amazing fancy black jewlery.
I'm going to have dark red finger nails and red lipstick. The only thing I'm missing is a date! LOL It's the perfect dress for a date, and I'm dateless! Oh well, it's the story of my life. I'm used to it.



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