To directly copy Jon Acuff, this is a list of 40 things I want to do before I turn 40. In no particular order. I realize I won't be 40 for a very long while, but I thought I'd allow plenty of time...
1. Impress Mrs. C.
2. Go to New Zealand
3. Visit the NFL Hall of Fame
4. Graduate from college
5. Do so with honors
6. Go to England and come back with an accent
7. Have a lightsaber duel in public
8. Wear Converse everywhere I go
9. Win another Fantasy Superbowl
10. Get married
11. Adopt
12. Visit Africa and see an elephant
13. Drive through KC without freaking out
14. Go to an NFL game
15. Sponser a Compassion child
16. Wear Converse to my own wedding
17. Make a decent score in mini golf
18. Visit Germany
19. Sell a picture
20. Play tackle football in the snow
21. Go to DC
22. Buy a Favre Vikes jersey
23. Win many Chuck Norris wars
24. Stay out all night
25. Visit Disney World
26. Avoid debt
27. Go hiking in the Alps
28. While singing The Sound of Music
29. Take a road trip with the girls
30. Get an A on a paper
31. Eat a large pizza by myself
32. Buy a Mustang
33. Ride horses until I'm so sore I can't walk
34. Learn to play Tennis
35. Beat Joey in Wii bowling
36. Stay in shape
37. Be a cool mom
38. Start my own business
39. Take a train in Europe
40. Dye my hair
Monday, December 20, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
The Streak. Is over.
Firstly, I know I'm late on this, and I fail at blogging, but it was finals week, so cut me some slack.
Warning: If you are not a fan of the NFL, than nothing I am about to say is going to make sense. So you can either quit reading now, or be confused. Your decision. However, if you quit reading now, you will forever wonder what it is I was blogging about today.
297 games. 321 if you count the playoffs. Which kind of should be counted, since they're the ones that count. Anyways, that is a LOT of football games. 20 years worth, actually.
Yes, this is another post about Brett Favre. Don't critisize my obsessiveness just yet, please.
His record for the most consecutive starts came to an end on Tuesday, due to a crazy shoulder injury. And of course, the game just HAD to only be shown locally, because it was postponed.
I know that there are many people who hate Favre. There are others who loved him while he played for Green Bay. There are even more who think he's nothing but a drama queen who can't stay out of trouble and likes attention a little too much. I'm not going to argue any of those points. All I'm saying is the man is a football legend. Can you imagine being crushed by 300 pound guys every week for 20 years? I haven't even been alive that long.
Whatever else he is, Brett Favre is a fighter, a survivor, and the kind of hero people write stories about. I know football isn't even close to being important in the grand scheme of things. But sometimes the things guys go through on or off that field inspire other people to do real things. For 20 years he was on that field, ready to go for the opening kickoff. For 20 years he has played through every variety of injury. He fought an addiction to pain killers and won. The day after his father died, he went out and played an amazing game for his father. He went out and won after finding out his wife had cancer. He has been through a lot, and he's been through it all in front of the whole world. And yet he managed to pull through, keep winning, and set all kinds of records. If nothing else, he has taught us the value of perserverance. He taught us to have fun. No matter what was wrong with the rest of the world, every week he got out there and played like he was a kid again. For the love of the game. How many of us love something enough to do it for 20 years straight? Never stopping, never quitting, even when all the odds are against us? Maybe football and Brett can show us something meaningful after all.
I know he isn't retired yet, but I know it's happening sooner rather than later. He has at last run out of time. In a few years, few will know him. He won't be remembered by the next generation of football fans. He may be known as a TV analist. I don't think so. I think he will ride his mower out in Mississippi, play backyard ball with his grandchilden, and tell them stories of playing with the greats.
Even if he does disappear from public view, I shall never forget him or watching him play. He won me more than one Fantasy Superbowl, and has given me countless hours of awe and entertainment.
But more than that, he taught me that nothing is ever really impossible, and that the last second is still part of the game. Did I seriously just dig life lessons out of the grid iron? Woah, me.
Football won't ever be the same...
Warning: If you are not a fan of the NFL, than nothing I am about to say is going to make sense. So you can either quit reading now, or be confused. Your decision. However, if you quit reading now, you will forever wonder what it is I was blogging about today.
297 games. 321 if you count the playoffs. Which kind of should be counted, since they're the ones that count. Anyways, that is a LOT of football games. 20 years worth, actually.
Yes, this is another post about Brett Favre. Don't critisize my obsessiveness just yet, please.
His record for the most consecutive starts came to an end on Tuesday, due to a crazy shoulder injury. And of course, the game just HAD to only be shown locally, because it was postponed.
I know that there are many people who hate Favre. There are others who loved him while he played for Green Bay. There are even more who think he's nothing but a drama queen who can't stay out of trouble and likes attention a little too much. I'm not going to argue any of those points. All I'm saying is the man is a football legend. Can you imagine being crushed by 300 pound guys every week for 20 years? I haven't even been alive that long.
Whatever else he is, Brett Favre is a fighter, a survivor, and the kind of hero people write stories about. I know football isn't even close to being important in the grand scheme of things. But sometimes the things guys go through on or off that field inspire other people to do real things. For 20 years he was on that field, ready to go for the opening kickoff. For 20 years he has played through every variety of injury. He fought an addiction to pain killers and won. The day after his father died, he went out and played an amazing game for his father. He went out and won after finding out his wife had cancer. He has been through a lot, and he's been through it all in front of the whole world. And yet he managed to pull through, keep winning, and set all kinds of records. If nothing else, he has taught us the value of perserverance. He taught us to have fun. No matter what was wrong with the rest of the world, every week he got out there and played like he was a kid again. For the love of the game. How many of us love something enough to do it for 20 years straight? Never stopping, never quitting, even when all the odds are against us? Maybe football and Brett can show us something meaningful after all.
I know he isn't retired yet, but I know it's happening sooner rather than later. He has at last run out of time. In a few years, few will know him. He won't be remembered by the next generation of football fans. He may be known as a TV analist. I don't think so. I think he will ride his mower out in Mississippi, play backyard ball with his grandchilden, and tell them stories of playing with the greats.
Even if he does disappear from public view, I shall never forget him or watching him play. He won me more than one Fantasy Superbowl, and has given me countless hours of awe and entertainment.
But more than that, he taught me that nothing is ever really impossible, and that the last second is still part of the game. Did I seriously just dig life lessons out of the grid iron? Woah, me.
Football won't ever be the same...
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Nerds unite!
I just had the best conversation ever. It began with a friend of mine asking me what I had asked for for Christmas. I said...a lightsaber. He got really excited, which is funny, because I never would have guessed him to be the fantasy type. From there it moved to LOTR. How many times we've read the books (he has me beat by 12), our favorite characters/scenes, bonus features, weapons, and so on and so forth. It was bad enough that the other friends decided they were going to go to Sonic while they waited for us to shut up. It was epic.
In other news, finals are next week! Ahhhh....actually the week is shaping up to be quite boring. Ah well.
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader opens tomorrow! AH! I'm so excited!
This morning in Design we were informed that "in the beginning, the camera was stationary."
In other news, finals are next week! Ahhhh....actually the week is shaping up to be quite boring. Ah well.
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader opens tomorrow! AH! I'm so excited!
This morning in Design we were informed that "in the beginning, the camera was stationary."
Monday, November 29, 2010
A few random facts about life...
1. I stink at blogging.
2. Honey buns are not good for you.
3. The radio never plays the songs you want it to.
4. Cotton is a really good scent.
5. Double chocolate muffins fix most everything.
6. Who thought of flavored water?
7. Flowers are nice to draw.
8. People are not.
9. Mustaches are odd.
10. Lint rollers were a great invention.
11. There are Christmas trees everywhere!
2. Honey buns are not good for you.
3. The radio never plays the songs you want it to.
4. Cotton is a really good scent.
5. Double chocolate muffins fix most everything.
6. Who thought of flavored water?
7. Flowers are nice to draw.
8. People are not.
9. Mustaches are odd.
10. Lint rollers were a great invention.
11. There are Christmas trees everywhere!
Monday, November 15, 2010
Youth Pastor? Band Leader?
Tonight at school we had 33 Miles in concert. Which was sweet. And they ended with an awesome rendition of Footloose. But I digress. The point is there is a very fine, almost invisable line between being a band guy and a youth guy.
1. The Hair. This is certainly the most important element. Unless they are large and bald, they all have the exact same haircut. I heard awhile back that guys were going in and asking for Justin Bieber-esc haircuts. I think it's pretty much the same with band/youth guys. They go into their barber (are they even still called that?) and ask for a rock star cut. You know exactly what I'm talking about. It's generally golden blond of dark brown. Looks like hat hair + bed head. Loosely spikey. Men over 28 use it to try and look like they're still in college.
2. Skinny jeans. I have nothing against them. I wear them from time to time myself. Some guys can pul it off some can't. If you can, then more power to you.
3. Skinny ties. This is a new fad that a lot of the youth pastors haven't quite caught onto yet. Jason from 33 Miles has though. So has Josh Wilson. Get with the times, please.
4. Converse. You just cannot go wrong. It really doesn't matter what you're wearing, Converse match. Skinny jeans, gym shorts, dresses, you name it. Stick with basic black, unless you go to a liberal church or belong to a wilder band. Or if you work at carnivals. That applies, too.
5. Denim jackets. Why? I don't know. It's just needed. These come in basic blue or black. Black is of course cooler.
In other news...what is it about having a guitar that makes people walk around and dance weirdly on stage?
1. The Hair. This is certainly the most important element. Unless they are large and bald, they all have the exact same haircut. I heard awhile back that guys were going in and asking for Justin Bieber-esc haircuts. I think it's pretty much the same with band/youth guys. They go into their barber (are they even still called that?) and ask for a rock star cut. You know exactly what I'm talking about. It's generally golden blond of dark brown. Looks like hat hair + bed head. Loosely spikey. Men over 28 use it to try and look like they're still in college.
2. Skinny jeans. I have nothing against them. I wear them from time to time myself. Some guys can pul it off some can't. If you can, then more power to you.
3. Skinny ties. This is a new fad that a lot of the youth pastors haven't quite caught onto yet. Jason from 33 Miles has though. So has Josh Wilson. Get with the times, please.
4. Converse. You just cannot go wrong. It really doesn't matter what you're wearing, Converse match. Skinny jeans, gym shorts, dresses, you name it. Stick with basic black, unless you go to a liberal church or belong to a wilder band. Or if you work at carnivals. That applies, too.
5. Denim jackets. Why? I don't know. It's just needed. These come in basic blue or black. Black is of course cooler.
In other news...what is it about having a guitar that makes people walk around and dance weirdly on stage?
Sunday, November 7, 2010
That is so not real.
A very interesting discussion ensued in Drawing 1 Section 2 the other day. What was it about?
Art.
Duh, I mean it is an art class, after all.
More specifically, Mrs. Instructor said she hates it when people buy cheap decor just to "match their sofa." She said that her daughter had purchased a couple of prints from Hobby Lobby for her house, but she told said daughter that she did not like them.
Why?
Because they weren't real. They were done by an artist. They were 1 out of 5 hundred thousand billion.
Now I, being an art major myself, am not really sure of my stance on this particular topic. Yes, it is more cool and legit when it's one of a kind art from a sweet personwhohasastudiodressesfunnyandalwayshaspaintintheirhairorchalkontheirfingers. However, some people are poor, and just need a nice picture or two to help disguise their state of poorness, and/or make things look pretty.
But (never start a sentence with a coordinating conjunction, but this is where it gets good) how often do we do that in our lives? Not only do we buy the fake stuff to put on our walls, but I think we also keep the fake stuff around in our lives. We do nice things and pretend we love Jesus, but how often is it just an act? (Drat, I use the word "but" way too often...also the word "often") We want others to see how utterly awesome we are, we don't want to dissappoint people, so what do we do? We fake it.
Well guess what. People make be faked out, but God isn't.
Oh snap.
P to the R to the O-B-L-E-M
God doesn't care what super nice things you are doing. He cares how and why you are doing it. And news flash: doing it so other people will notice your awesomeness is not a good reason. Sorry.
So. I really can't care less about what you decorate with (Unless it's super ugly). However, God cares what you "decorate" your life with.
So make sure it's all real.
Art.
Duh, I mean it is an art class, after all.
More specifically, Mrs. Instructor said she hates it when people buy cheap decor just to "match their sofa." She said that her daughter had purchased a couple of prints from Hobby Lobby for her house, but she told said daughter that she did not like them.
Why?
Because they weren't real. They were done by an artist. They were 1 out of 5 hundred thousand billion.
Now I, being an art major myself, am not really sure of my stance on this particular topic. Yes, it is more cool and legit when it's one of a kind art from a sweet personwhohasastudiodressesfunnyandalwayshaspaintintheirhairorchalkontheirfingers. However, some people are poor, and just need a nice picture or two to help disguise their state of poorness, and/or make things look pretty.
But (never start a sentence with a coordinating conjunction, but this is where it gets good) how often do we do that in our lives? Not only do we buy the fake stuff to put on our walls, but I think we also keep the fake stuff around in our lives. We do nice things and pretend we love Jesus, but how often is it just an act? (Drat, I use the word "but" way too often...also the word "often") We want others to see how utterly awesome we are, we don't want to dissappoint people, so what do we do? We fake it.
Well guess what. People make be faked out, but God isn't.
Oh snap.
P to the R to the O-B-L-E-M
God doesn't care what super nice things you are doing. He cares how and why you are doing it. And news flash: doing it so other people will notice your awesomeness is not a good reason. Sorry.
So. I really can't care less about what you decorate with (Unless it's super ugly). However, God cares what you "decorate" your life with.
So make sure it's all real.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
2 weeks, and I get to sleep in
Thanksgiving break. 2 weeks. Who's excited? Obviously, sleep is not the only thing I'm excited for. But it's up there on the list. Along with bacon, curly fries, and omelets I can't afford. But after all, what are friends, family, and boyfriends for? Just kidding.
By the way, the research paper is being done on cyber bullying. Stink, I need to start it. Did I mention my Comp prof plays tuba in the army band?
I like Missouri. Why? Because there are concerts out the wazoo here, of course.
I was asked the other day what we do to pass the time here. I said we go to Walmart and we take pictures. By that I don't mean we take pictures at Walmart. We do, however, spend lots of money we shouldn't.
Dude. I just dropped my ring on the floor, and instead of rolling away, it just kind of plopped down like on the Fellowship. How awesome is that? Very, I say. Speaking of, the Hobbit actually has a cast now, and they might just start filming in my lifetime.
By the way, the research paper is being done on cyber bullying. Stink, I need to start it. Did I mention my Comp prof plays tuba in the army band?
I like Missouri. Why? Because there are concerts out the wazoo here, of course.
I was asked the other day what we do to pass the time here. I said we go to Walmart and we take pictures. By that I don't mean we take pictures at Walmart. We do, however, spend lots of money we shouldn't.
Dude. I just dropped my ring on the floor, and instead of rolling away, it just kind of plopped down like on the Fellowship. How awesome is that? Very, I say. Speaking of, the Hobbit actually has a cast now, and they might just start filming in my lifetime.
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