Flu: 1, Emily: -6 (ft)

Oh bleh.

Moral of the story: Do not trash talk the flu. It will find you, and it will take you down. And you will wish that you had gotten that free shot when you had the chance.

My roommate just told me, "You sound like death."
Thanks, pumpkin. I feel like it too.

So I am trying to stay hydrated, medicated and keep the fever below 100. =( And I will continue to lay on the couch and watch Battlestar until such a time that my body does not ache and my skin is not on fire. Or until tomorrow morning when I jump at the chance to go to class. Woo

So help me, if I cough one more time...

It is nearly 4 am and I have yet to sleep a dog-gone wink. I don't know what has settled in me, but I have not stopped coughing for the last, oh I don't know, 5 hours? At least? I know I got ready for bed early since I was feeling especially wimpy all afternoon. I read an entire book between coughing spells. Not a good one, but several hundred pages... I think I may have finally choked down the magic number of cough drops though because this last one is actually starting to work. PTL!

Home has been an interesting mix of fun and awkward. I'll leave it there...

I did get to see my favorite Andrew and my favorite Michaela this evening for coffee. Love them. It was nice to reconnect with old friends. Old as in "still current", but we go way back. Michaela, I write this like you don't read my blog. I know you do. I'm glad I got to hug your neck and spend some time with you! Maybe in my next entry I'll pimp your photography website...

I just used the word 'pimp.' It's beyond time for bed. Delirium is setting in and now we all know who will be sleeping most of tomorrow ::points:: It's me, friends. It's me.

Double Post Today

Because I'm feeling the love this morning (and I'm avoiding my Folklore paper...)

Here are two good songs:
Ray LaMontagne (I'm about to buy his album)
"You Are the Best Thing"


Queen "You're My Best Friend"


And one to grow on (thanks Ihategreenbeans):


Marianne and I are going to hi-jack some of the dance moves from this video for karaoke back-up dancing tonight...

Happy Hearts' Day

Now to Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, and to make you stand in the presence of His glory blameless with great joy, to the only God our Savior, through Jesus Christ our Lord, be glory, majesty, dominion and authority, before all time and now and forever. Amen. Jude 1:24-25

Paranoid?

I just received a voice mail from my doctor. He said that everything came back normal so far. Excellent news! But it doesn't explain why my back has been so irritated lately. Maybe now I can start concentrating on other things like the French exam I forgot about. =/

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Maybe. I like to think I'm being safe rather than extremely sorry.

I made an appointment today with a doctor here in Austin to address my low back pain. Actually it's right where my kidneys are and I have no other symptoms other than feeling off and out of sorts. This is exactly how things last year started, and truth be told I'm not exactly excited about the possibility of going through last year again. I've thought maybe my kidneys are just infected from a UTI, except that everything else is fine, just like last year. It's probably a long shot that this is a repeat. And it's highly likely it's mostly in my mind, but again, I would rather be safe than sorry. And if I'm not safe and I'm going to be sorry then perhaps it's better that I know sooner rather than later...

So my appointment is tomorrow and I'm meeting my parents for dinner tonight in Brenham to pick up a copy of my medical history. I should already have one, but I always forget to ask. It's fascinating to read through it, when you think of it as someone else.

Hilariousness Ensues

I'm not a cat lady. I also really like dogs and lots of other kinds of animals. What I really want to say, is that this made me lol (for real).




Also, you know what's cool about living on this side of town? When you stop to fill up on gas two men walk out and wash your front and back windshields and then beat a hasty retreat before you can offer to tip. Not that I carry cash anyways. But if I did and they had stood around I would have offered. They don't offer that over on East 12th. Actually it's been my experience that if you're approached by two men over there you had better be the one making a hasty retreat. Much love for ya East Side!

And if you're not watching the Office, you should be!




"I couldn't see you there behind that grain of rice. Roasted!"
"I couldn't decide between a dumb joke and a fat joke. Roasted!"

Bear With Me

First, you know what rocks? Waking up and having flowers blooming right next to my bed. I mean RIGHT next to my pillow. Love it! Doesn't matter that I bought them myself, it is a glorious gift of God to wake up and be face-to-face with His majesty. He designed each and every one of them, knowing that I would buy them and put them next to my bed and be filled with a simple joy because I know they came from his hand. So neat! You know what else I love? I was just trying to remember the name of the flowers (Alstroemeria) and the common name is Peruvian Lily! If you know me at all, you should know that lilies are my favorite flowers. I've always called them by their Latin name and always loved them but never bought them, so it only fits that they're called Peruvian lilies.

Secondly, after J-L Poisson's encounter with June Bug, he is doing perfectly fine. His little body is so intricately formed...it's fascinating to watch him.

Thirdly, I love Bethany Dillon. I think she has some really wonderful songs. If I bought music, instead of listening to Pandora all day long, I would buy her album "Sing Over Me: Worship Songs & Lullabies." Some of my favorite songs are on that album I think.

Fourthly, I have been so convicted over my attitude lately. This could be an entire, long post in and of itself. I want to love others and be a woman full of grace and peace, love and encouragement. I've been working on this, or rather God has been working on this in me. It's not fun, but I've realized that I use sarcasm too often with intentions other than trying to be funny. I absolutely use it as a defense mechanism...Or maybe it's offensive...whatever it is, I use it to keep people out and sometimes I make a preemptive strike. I don't want to do it all. But while God is working this out in me, please have patience. It is amazing how quickly I get uncomfortable not having sarcasm as a sword or shield and I tend to revert back to it when I reach a certain point. These changes are progressive...

Lastly (maybe), I have really been trying to define what the heart of a servant should look like. I've realized that being a servant means giving up certain comforts and wishes. It also means giving our all in whatever we do. If I'm waking up a little earlier to help out with 3 year olds, then I need to be committed to being there with my whole heart doing whatever I can to help out the teacher as well as teach the kids about Christ. (Not saying I do this, I'm usually checking the clock every 8 minutes). Or if I'm helping someone on a one-time basis then I need to work as though I'm being paid the very highest amount possible and not make a half-assed effort. Someone really ticked me off the other day when they did a really poor job on something and their excuse was "If they want free labor, they're going to get free labor." No! No, I re-did their job and tried to do the very best I could without spending too much time thinking ill of them. It deserves everything that we can pour into it because we're representing the hands and feet of Christ. Don't do something in God's name and do it half-way. No! Do it with joy in your heart knowing that you are administering God's love to someone who needs it. Do it knowing that you're not serving just another person, you're serving the King of kings and Lord of lords. Leave your selfish motivations at the door, stop looking for recognition. Get your heart right and then get involved. And THAT, taking ownership and investing in the church and becoming part of the body, is something that needs to be addressed. Honestly...I don't even know where to start so I'll leave it while I think about it. But people can't complain about a group if they're not willing to commit to it and do something about it. No whining if you're not willing to make changes, myself included.

And now, I will hop off my little horse which is standing on its little box and go to bed.