How bad is that?

The other day my 4 year old cousin Evan was at our house. I was studying, so I put him on the computer to play this Curious George game. After about 20 minutes, he walks into my room and asks me to help him. I walked out there and the "voice" asks you to choose which object is different. This is when I became completely and totally baffled. Which object is different. The objects where a dog, a bird, and a banana. They are all different! I was stumped. I tried and I didn't get it right. So I called for Wendi. She came downstairs laughing at me cause I couldn't figure it out. She got the same set of objects and was told to pick out the different one. She got them wrong too!! Then we were both stumped.

Here's the deal. (How in the world is a 4 year old supposed to figure this out?) When I was told to pick the different one, the dog was different because it didn't start with a "B." When Wendi was supposed to pick the different one, the banana was different cause if didn't have fur. That's another thing: Birds don't have fur. They have feathers. Hello people!!

Anyway, we got frustrated, and got Evan to play a different game.

The days pass by

Well, my life hasn’t been very exciting lately.  I go to school, check the mailbox, study when I get around to it, baby-sit, clean, get bored, and start the process over again.

I learned this morning that Methodist’s final selection date isn’t until Friday, so it could be two more weeks before I find out if I’m accepted or not. I guess I can stop stalking the mailbox for a while.

Last night I went to Mark and Dani’s Pampered Chef shower. It was weird. Katelyn and I went through the catalog picking out all the stuff we are going to get when we move out. It’s a lot of stuff. So far, we have a grapefruit knife and a pizza stone. *Grin*  Why don’t they have moving out showers instead of wedding showers? (No, I’m not moving out anytime soon. Just sometime in the next few years).

And Jenny, I am coming to visit you sometime. School only started a week ago for goodness sake! Give me some time!

Answers

Alright, here are the answers to the questions I asked last week. Congratulations to Luke who got the most right, even though I'm pretty sure some cheating went on.
1. My favorite thing to do is be with family and friends.
2. The most important thing to me is my relationship with God.
3. My favorite song is "I will Praise You in the Storm.
4. My favorite article of clothing would be shoes.
5. I usually talk on the phone about 110 minutes each day. (I know, it's a lot)
6. If I have nothing to do at home, you will probably find me reading a book.
7. I hate salmon.
8. Yes, I had braces.
9. You most certainly would not find me gardening.

How well do you know me anyways?

Okay, this is a test. Only people who know me really well are going to know the answers to all of them. (Which pretty much means the only one who could is Kate). In a few days I’ll post the answers to these questions. I think it’ll be interesting to see what people come up with!

1. What is my favorite thing to do?


2. What is most important to me?


3. What is my favorite song?


4. What is my favorite article of clothing?


5. About how many minutes to I talk on the phone every day?


6. If I had a whole day at home with nothing to do, what would you most likely find me doing?


7. What is me least favorite food?


8. Did I ever have braces?


9. What is an outdoor activity I am least likely to engage in?

So, let’s hear what you think!
Hope you all have a great day!

School started and it's going. My classes are going to be very interesting. I think the semester is going to be a whole lot harder than I thought. Both my math teachers are young. I would say not over 26. I've heard that that can be a good thing or a bad thing. I get to have coffee with Amy before she has class; I get out of school at 12; If I drink a chai tea, I get warmed up and don't feel like I'm in Antartica; I can work on my 2 internet classes and talk on IM during my two hour break (You know, kill 2 birds with one stone kind of thing); I get to school at 7:15 am and I get a great parking spot (which will come in very handy when it gets cold and snowy); I have routine schedule to follow (at least on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The other days are kind of up in the air). Those are some the positive things about school. I can think of positives, but I won't go into the negatives because it would be the longest post ever if I did.

I miss all the people that moved away. But at least I'll get to go visit them. (If they would only pay for the gas in order to get there....hint to all those I may be coming to see).

Well, that's all I've got. Oh, in case you didn't know, Chai Tea is really good.
Hope you all have a great day!

I can't think of a title

I don’t really have anything to write. Today was the first day of school. I don’t like math, and statistics is super boring. I met Amy for coffee. Neither of us actually had coffee. I read my book on my two-hour break. I finally finished it. Now I can start the second one. I miss not having to go to school. I miss being able to be somewhere that doesn’t feel like Antarctica. I’m in a really grouchy mood. I think maybe I’ll go take a nap. I love naps. They usually put me in a good mood. All these sentences are short.

I was reading my book today and one of characters in it made this comment that I thought was really great:
       “Unless we have something worth dying for, we’ve nothing worth living for”

Hope you all have a great day.

Poor Mailbox

I never thought that I would turn into a stalker, but sadly, I have. The poor mailbox is probably terrified.  Any day now I should find out if I have been accepted to Methodist College of Nursing, or if I didn’t get accepted. I have decided that this is where I’m going to be going to school, and not knowing if I have been accepted has me on pins and needles. As I walked out to the mailbox at 10am (yes, I know the mail doesn’t normally come that early, but I checked anyway) my mom informed me that my stalking the mailbox will not make a letter come any sooner. So now I want to call them and ask if they have mailed the letters yet. Or would make me sound really impatient? Oh, well, they would be getting the correct impression. Well, its 11:20 am, and I haven’t checked the mailbox in an hour, so I’m going to go check again. Prayers are appeciated.

Coming Soon to a Kitchen Near You...

Heidi’s Cooking School

Who: You and anyone else that needs to learn how to get around the kitchen
What: Learn to cook, chop, dice, and other cooking skills
Where: Your kitchen
When: Anytime you need cooking advise. Just call!

Central Illinois first over the phone cooking instructions!!


*Not a real school. Results not guaranteed unless I come over and help. Inspired by a desperate plea for help.

Six Flags

School starts one week from today. Next Tuesday night, chances are quite good that I will be panicking over my two math classes and trying really really hard to figure out how to use my new graphing calculator. But school hasn’t started yet, so I’m taking it easy. Today I went to Six Flags in St. Louis, Missouri, with Amy and Rachel Folkerts, and Shari Roth. I was really nervous about driving in down town St. Louis, but all went well, and I didn’t even get lost!! We planned to leave around 6am, but we were all a little slow, and it ended up being more like 6:30. We are definitely girls; we made four stops on the way out. Amy and I were kept company with cd’s and our voices. Rachel and Shari watched movies in the back seat the whole time. This would explain the random comments that were heard from back there. The weird noises however, cannot be, no matter how hard anyone tries. (Shari makes a great muffler sound, by the way.) Our first ride was the Batman. It was great; we all screamed the whole time. Then we tried Superman-Tower of Power, or something like that. You sit on this little seat thing and you have a harness that goes over your shoulders and in between your legs. Then you are lifted 280 feet into the air, held there for what seems like an eternity, and then allowed to freefall. Pretty much the most amazing ride you can go on. I tried to scream; everyone does, but you can’t. Really. Because of the speed of the fall and the pressure on your body, you physically can’t scream. We pretty much went on every ride that was deemed worth our time before going on the Tidal Wave, and getting totally soaked. Walking around in wet jeans isn’t very comfortable, so we changed and went to the water park. There we waited in line for 45 minutes in order to have our 45 seconds of adrenaline rush as we experienced the Tornado. We were hot and tired, and I really didn’t want to have to drive in St. Louis rush hour traffic, so we left. Somehow, my three road trip companions decided that I was awake enough, so they all slept. I sang Disney songs. We only made one stop on the way home. This was were we experienced our  “chat” with the cop.
No, we didn’t get in trouble or anything. We were sitting at DQ eating supper when a cop pulls in driving a Camaro. After seeing police trucks while driving in MO, Rachel really wanted to know if cops can pick their own cop car to drive. After much prodding to do so, she finally got up the nerve to ask him. We were informed that I-55 is the largest drug dealing interstate in the country, so “drug busting cops” (as we called them) drive these cars because they look like drug cars. (If that doesn’t make sense, don’t blame me; that’s what he told us). Now you can add that to your random facts of knowledge.
So....that was my trip. If you didn’t come, you missed out.
Have a great day!

Slow Dance

I'm sure most of you have seen this. I have seen it lots of times, but my cousin just emailed it to me, and it just struck me once again how guilty I am of doing running through life and not taking the time to appreciate the small things, and even sometimes, the big things.

Slow Dance

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,

We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

Random thoughts and facts from my weekend

Last night I worked. It was one of my last nights. Yes, on Thursday I went to the nursing home and turned in my 2 weeks. I still can’t believe I did it. I can’t believe that after Friday, I’m not going to have to work weekends and holidays. It still feels very surreal, but I have no regrets. I’m just still in shock. The nursing home is the place where I’ve lived on weekends, where I’ve spent Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years Eve and countless other holidays, where I’ve cried, where I’ve laughed so hard I cried, where I made friends, where I learned more about nursing and life that I ever thought I would. I think I should stop writing about this before I have to go wipe my eyes.
Saturday I was sad because poor me had to stay at home while my family went the Feucht reunion. (Please note the slight hint of sarcasm in that statement. Maybe working weekends comes in handy sometimes.)
Today my parents went to Champaign for Brent and Janelle’s wedding. Despite my dad’s assurance that we can never get up later than 7:30am and still get to church on time, we were able to prove him wrong. No one stirred till 8:40, and we were still ready to leave at 9:15. My friend Ashley got announced. I don’t really know what to think about it. Actually, I do, but I don’t feel like typing it all out. I told my siblings on the way home from church that one advantage to getting married young is that your husband doesn’t want to meet all your weird relatives, so you don’t have to go to family reunions anymore. For some odd reason, they found that comical.  
Tonight my siblings and I ordered pizza, made brownie sundaes, and played various sports. My cousins came over too. Andrea and I’s two-step volleyball rule doesn’t work when there is only 2 people on each side of the net. See Jenny, there is an advantage to having a big family: You can have more people to play baseball, basketball, volleyball, and any other sport where more than 4 people are needed. We played bad mitten tournaments, which I lost every time. But I am glad to report that it doesn’t take me over 15 tries to get the birdie over the net like it does some people. (No names will be mentioned in order to maintain the safety of the author of this post.)
Now I think I’m going to go on a walk. It’s a beautiful night.
Have a great day!

Fun and Memories

Last night was memory night. Hehe...and what fun it was. Katelyn came over at about 10:15, and we took a 2 ½ mile walk and had a heart to heart. Then we swang, but the swings were wet, so we came in and I read her jokes out of the Reader’s Digest. Somehow she didn’t think that was very entertaining, so we started sharing memories of each other, and all the things we did when we were little. Some of good ones that come to mind are:
~Playing with our Kirsten and Molly dolls. Once when Kate came over, she hauled all her doll stuff with her; it looked like she was moving in.
~Watching Space Jam at one of her birthday parties.
~Dancing to the Spice Girls in her dad’s office.
~Sneaking out the kitchen to get Oreos late at night. Boy, we thought we were being so     sneaky!
~Doing headstands against the wall. Kate never quite got this down, and always did summersaults into the wall, making a very loud thump.
Yep, we had lots of fun when we were little. We have lots of fun now that we are older too. Take, for example, the sneaking Oreos at about 11pm. Forget the Oreos, and forget the 11pm. Take eating leftover invite pork chops in bed at 2:30am. * Grin *   Then we proceeded to talk until all hours. Which could be counted as 4am. We were wired. I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time. A quote that sent us into hysterical laughter, which will always be remembered:  “Oh no, you don’t have sleep apnea. I just plugged your nose.” If you really want to know where that statement came from, you’re going to have to ask cause I’m not sharing it here.
Oh, I have this really funny, but kind of embarrassing story. For our invite, Jenny, Kate and I all joined ranks and worked together on the salad together. It would appear that our salad making needs work. After the invite, a certain lady was asked what she thought if the invite. She replied. “Oh, I think it was very nice. I really enjoyed it, and the food the delicious.” The asker then asked, “What did you think of the salad?” To which came the response, “It was really good, but I couldn’t figure out what those green things were.”  
I think we may have gotten Craisin, crouton, and cheese happy because sadly, those green things are usually called lettuce.
Hope that brought a smile to your face. Have a great day!

Cleaning out the fridge

Yesterday I opened up the fridge and decided that it looked like it needed cleaning out. So I jumped in. I’m pretty good at cleaning out. My motto is: “If it doesn’t bring me happiness, pitch it.” Needless to say, there was a lot of food that didn’t bring me happiness. One question. Why in the world do you need four kinds if mustard? Yes, I found four different kinds of mustard in the door of our fridge: Dijon mustard, horseradish mustard, yellow mustard, and spicy brown mustard. I wanted to pitch a few of those because they just weren’t bringing me happiness (I don’t even like mustard). But my mom intervened and all four kinds remained. It took me two hours to finish the job, but our fridge is sparkling clean.
It’s raining again. Why is it that the week I plan to spend every day at the pool, it rains? Not that I don’t have anything else to do, I just feel like being lazy. Hm...maybe I’ll go make some pie or cookies or something that sounds good to eat. I’m hungry.

A Guide...Is this really true though?

I know it’s weird, but I like jokes, and other random stuff like that. So today I was looking at nursing jokes, and somehow stumbled on a guide to understanding guys and the things they say. Here are some of the ones I laughed at.
"It's a guy thing."Really means...."There is no rational thought pattern connected with it, and you have no chance at all of making it logical."
"Can I help with dinner?"Really means...."Why isn't it already on the table?"
"Good idea."Really means...."It'll never work. And I'll spend the rest of the day gloating."
"We're going to be late."Really means...."Now I have a legitimate excuse to drive like a maniac."
"It would take too long to explain."Really means...."I have no idea how it works."
"Oh, don't fuss. I just cut myself, it's no big deal."Really means...."I have actually severed a limb, but will bleed to death before I admit I'm hurt."
"I do help around the house."Really means...."I once put a dirty towel in the laundry basket."
"No, I left plenty of gas in the car."Really means...."You may actually get it to start."
"I'm not lost. I know exactly where we are."Really means...."No one will ever see us alive again."
"We share the housework."Really means...."I make the messes, she cleans them up."
"Will you marry me?"Really means...."Both my roommates have moved out, I can't find the washer, and there is no more peanut butter."
And I saved the best one for last.
"I can't find it."Really means...."It didn't fall into my outstretched hands, so I'm completely clueless."
That one is lived out every single day in my house by my dad and both my brothers.
Last night I went rollerblading with Katelyn, Shelli, and Megan. Actually, Megan rode her bike. The town of Morton was punctuated by random screams as we would go over bumps on the sidewalk. We got hungry, so we headed to Steak and Shake. We were going to roller blade there, but decided that it was a little too far. It was a blast.
To celebrate my two weeks of complete freedom, I went shopping yesterday. Kohl’s had some great sales, and my shoe count went up by two pairs. Today I slept in, and watched Anne of Green Gables. Yep, pretty much that’s all I’ve done. Oh, I did make pancakes for lunch.   :)
But now I’m bored. That’s the bad thing about having nothing to do for two weeks.

I went away again

I’m back. And yes, I did go somewhere. I went to the land of the Wizard of Oz. For those of you who paid no attention to story time when you were little, that would be Kansas. It was a fun week, and I brought home lots of memories.
Last weekend was Washington’s young group invite. It all kicked off Friday morning after my last final (And I passed my math class!!!!). We had the Bible study at our house Friday night. My mom decided to be very industrious and so we not only cleaned, but did laundry, blueberries, and corn. By the time everyone left my house that night, I was certainly ready to crash, but it was not to be. After having my shower interrupted 3 times, I blew up the air mattress and prepared for the Kansas girls, two of which showed up at 1am, and two who appeared at 4am. Saturday was an interesting day as Katelyn, Jenny and I tried our hand at making mass quantities of food for the first time in our lives. Other than some incredibly charred bread, the meal turned out great, and we all hugged in victory after spending 13 ½ hours in the church kitchen cooking. Hehe...and no one knows how many cases of soda were drank that day. Jenny, the shots of Dr. Pepper will forever remain in my memory.  :)
I went back with the Kansas people on Sunday night. Oh, and just to let you all know, Maggie and I may have saved a life while driving from Cameron to Sabetha. It was just the two of us, and we were driving along Route 36 when we passed a car on the side of the road. There was a guy leaning against the side of the car, and another laying on the hood. It was really weird, so we called the police and reported it. Yes, we actually did call the police. The dispatcher told us that several other people had reported it too. I don’t know what happened though, so it does make for a real interesting story.
My rest of the week I spend at Jill and Larry’s. I cleaned, did laundry, and played with the kids. I got in on a bad Kansas storm. Jill and I and the kids had walked down to the neighbors and while we were there, it got really dark. We headed back, but before we got even halfway home, it started pouring rain and hailing. Larry came to our rescue with the van, but we were still soaked. Kyle, Trenton, and Brenna provided much entertainment, and if I started telling funny stories, I wouldn’t know where to stop.
I got back yesterday afternoon, and I was really happy cause I got us out of Morton after getting off I-55. Wendi had her violin recital so I went to that. It was fine. A violin recital is just not one of those things that you can say was really fun. Then I went to Amy’s, and I got to see Katelyn and Jenny, which was great cause I hadn’t seen them in a whole week!! I know, I’m kind of pathetic, but I really did miss them.
Anyway, that’s my week, and now I have to leave for work. *sigh*  That’s the worst part about coming home.