There was nothing unusual about the start of this week, I woke up, laid around in my bed for a while wondering whether or not I actually wanted to get out of bed--I did. I showered, I put on some khakis and a green polo shirt some sandals, grabbed my purse and my bible and I headed to my car for church.
By the end of the service I realized that I am no where near where I should be with my faith, or with my God and I began to pray that he would take my world apart as he saw fit. Little did I know how quickly or how effective that dismantling of my shell of comfort that would be.
By 930 that evening I had lost my boyfriend, due to my own decision, and while it was for the best, it still stung. A little more than 12 hours after that I nearly lost several friends in the Virginia Tech shootings. Thank God they're all safe, sound, and alive. Tuesday my projects began to pile up, and after the last two days that I had had I was ready to break down. (It didn't help that my little sister's senior prom was the day before all this happened and I missed it because I live to far away.) Tuesday night was the VT vigil on campus, 2500 people came. It was probably one of most surreal experiences I've ever had. It's incredible how something that far away can have such an effect on people who (most of them) had had no connection with the incident other than CNN.
Wednesday and Thursday got a little better, things began to look like they were calming down. Friday was splendid until about 2 o'clock that afternoon, I had been going over my degree program and I found a few somethings that didn't seem right, so I called around, talked with my advisor, did some number crunching only to find that I have 5 credit hours short of being able to graduate on time. I. was. devastated. Mad was not the word. I worked so hard on getting that thing put together and now because some advisor didn't count right, didn't fill out the paperwork right, didn't double check their work right, now in addition to my job and my internship I somehow have to squeeze in 5 hours worth (which will really be 6 because so few classes are worth 2 credit hours) of classes. So much for a social life. I'd been so looking forward to having a mental break this summer and after this semester I really really needed it. Back to Metro I suppose.
The world isn't over, but for a while this week I really thought my emotional and mental sanity was.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Bekah v. 14 More Days of Class
After a mentally and emotionally taxing day I am more ready than ever to be over this year and onto summer vacation. I'm too scatterbrained to be working on these projects. I really am. But alas, the must get done somehow.
Someone please hit me in the face. Maybe then I'll be knocked out long enough to wake up and know what I want.
Someone please hit me in the face. Maybe then I'll be knocked out long enough to wake up and know what I want.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Bekah vs. Semi-Trucks
So today I left class around 930 so I could run by the ATM, fill up my gas tank, and grab a soda before I set off for Nashville. I got off campus in record time and had grabbed money, the gas, and the soda by 9:45 and was on my way. My appointment in Nashville wasn't until 11:30 so I thought I was gonna be uber early since it only takes an hour to get there, so I started thinking of things to do before my meeting until about 15 minutes down the road traffic slowed down....really down. Wayyyyyy down. So down, that I spent the next hour and a half within the same 10 mile radius. With no visible construction or accidents and no sirens blaring I was at a loss for what was slowing everyone down.
So I call my trusty friend, Christy, who lives in Nashville, and ask her to check traffic conditions and she informs me of an accident that has happened near the border more than 4 hours earlier.
This must be some accident, I think, death and destruction. Absolute carnage, right?
Wrong.
I finally reach one of those light signs that tells you of traffic delays, and it says "ACCIDENT AHEAD, 1 MILE."
Don't you think it would have made a LITTLE more sense to put one of those WAY back, so that those that didn't need to be on the interstate could get off and use back roads and cut down on the congestion? But that's not the point.
So I start seeing orange cones, more orange cones, and some more. Finally, I see some D.O.T. trucks and a police car, and a semi that's run off the road as well as two tow trucks that are attempting to remove the runaway truck from the grass beside the interstate.
I. was. frustrated. I know there's nothing that could be done about it, and yes, the semi-truck had to be removed, but an hour and a half to go through 10 miles?! I was irritated, not to mention 30 minutes late for my meeting (thank God for cell phones) but I did finally arrive in Nashville at noon. 2 hours and 15 minutes to get to Nashville. Ridiculous.
So if that wasn't enough.
I left Nashville (after a fabulous afternoon with Christy and Marion) around 4, and I get on the road and about 5 minutes down the interstate traffic slowed down....really down. Wayyyyyy down.
Here we go again.
So I spent the next while braking and going a little bit and braking and going a little more, and we pass a three car wreck. But traffic is still backed up. WHY?! So, another mile or three down the road, I see police cars off to the side of the road on the opposite side of the interstate monitoring a semi that is snapped in half. Yeah. Snapped. In. Half. Like an obtuse "V." But after I passed that, it was pretty much smooth sailing, but it still took close to two hours to get home, which is still ridiculous. But I am now back in my dorm room, safe, sound, and traffic free.
So I call my trusty friend, Christy, who lives in Nashville, and ask her to check traffic conditions and she informs me of an accident that has happened near the border more than 4 hours earlier.
This must be some accident, I think, death and destruction. Absolute carnage, right?
Wrong.
I finally reach one of those light signs that tells you of traffic delays, and it says "ACCIDENT AHEAD, 1 MILE."
Don't you think it would have made a LITTLE more sense to put one of those WAY back, so that those that didn't need to be on the interstate could get off and use back roads and cut down on the congestion? But that's not the point.
So I start seeing orange cones, more orange cones, and some more. Finally, I see some D.O.T. trucks and a police car, and a semi that's run off the road as well as two tow trucks that are attempting to remove the runaway truck from the grass beside the interstate.
I. was. frustrated. I know there's nothing that could be done about it, and yes, the semi-truck had to be removed, but an hour and a half to go through 10 miles?! I was irritated, not to mention 30 minutes late for my meeting (thank God for cell phones) but I did finally arrive in Nashville at noon. 2 hours and 15 minutes to get to Nashville. Ridiculous.
So if that wasn't enough.
I left Nashville (after a fabulous afternoon with Christy and Marion) around 4, and I get on the road and about 5 minutes down the interstate traffic slowed down....really down. Wayyyyyy down.
Here we go again.
So I spent the next while braking and going a little bit and braking and going a little more, and we pass a three car wreck. But traffic is still backed up. WHY?! So, another mile or three down the road, I see police cars off to the side of the road on the opposite side of the interstate monitoring a semi that is snapped in half. Yeah. Snapped. In. Half. Like an obtuse "V." But after I passed that, it was pretty much smooth sailing, but it still took close to two hours to get home, which is still ridiculous. But I am now back in my dorm room, safe, sound, and traffic free.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Sad.
Now this just makes me sad. Johnny and June are gone and now so is their house, that's devastating.
Fire destroys Johnny Cash home
var clickExpire = "05/10/2007";HENDERSONVILLE, Tennessee (AP) -- Johnny Cash's longtime lakeside home, a showcase where he wrote much of his famous music and entertained U.S. presidents, music royalty and visiting fans, was destroyed by fire on Tuesday.
Cash and his wife, June Carter Cash, lived in the 13,880-square-foot (1,289-square-meter) home from the late 1960s until their deaths in 2003.
"So many prominent things and prominent people in American history took place in that house -- everyone from Billy Graham to Bob Dylan went into that house," said singer Marty Stuart, who lives next door and was married to Cash's daughter, Cindy, in the 1980s.
Stuart said the man who designed the house, Nashville builder Braxton Dixon, was "the closest thing this part of the country had to Frank Lloyd Wright."
When Cash moved there, the road was a quiet country lane that skirts Old Hickory Lake. Kris Kristofferson, then an aspiring songwriter, once landed a helicopter on Cash's lawn to pitch him a song. Roy Orbison was his next-door neighbor for a while.
The landmark video for Cash's song "Hurt" was shot inside the house.
"It was a sanctuary and a fortress for him," Stuart said. "There was a lot of writing that took place there."
Richard Sterban of the Oak Ridge Boys lives on the same road as Cash. "Maybe it's the good Lord's way to make sure that it was only Johnny's house," Sterban said.
The property was purchased by Barry Gibb, a former member of the Bee Gees, in January 2006. Gibb and his wife, Linda, had said they planned to restore the home on Old Hickory Lake and hoped to write songs there. They had not yet moved in to the home, which they bought for a reported $2.3 million (euro1.71 million).
Dixon built the three-story house in 1967 for his own family, but Cash fell in love with it. Dixon was reluctant to sell, but Cash kept after him.
"It was a very, very unusual contemporary structure," said Cash's brother, Tommy Cash. "It was built with stone and wood and all kinds of unusual materials, from marble to old barn wood. I don't think there was a major blueprint. I think the builder was building it the way he wanted it to look."
The younger Cash said many holidays and family get-togethers were spent at the house. And while Johnny and June also owned a house in Jamaica and a second house in Tennessee, they considered this one to be their home.
"Johnny and June lived there the entire time they were married," Tommy Cash said. "It was the only house they lived in together until they both passed on."
The fire, in this suburb about 20 miles (30 kilometers) northeast of downtown Nashville, started around 1:40 p.m. Fire trucks arrived within five minutes, but the house was already engulfed in flames, Hendersonville Fire Chief Jamie Steele said.
Just a few hours later, there was almost nothing left except stone chimneys.
The cause is unknown, but Steele said the flames spread quickly because construction workers had recently applied a flammable wood preservative to the exterior of the house. The preservative was also being applied inside the house.
No workers were injured, but one firefighter was slightly hurt while fighting the fire, Steele said.
Cash's long career, which began in the 1950s, spanned rock 'n' roll, folk and country. His hits included "Ring of Fire," "Folsom Prison Blues" and "I Walk the Line."
Fire destroys Johnny Cash home
POSTED: 10:16 p.m. EDT, April 10, 2007
var clickExpire = "05/10/2007";HENDERSONVILLE, Tennessee (AP) -- Johnny Cash's longtime lakeside home, a showcase where he wrote much of his famous music and entertained U.S. presidents, music royalty and visiting fans, was destroyed by fire on Tuesday.
Cash and his wife, June Carter Cash, lived in the 13,880-square-foot (1,289-square-meter) home from the late 1960s until their deaths in 2003.
"So many prominent things and prominent people in American history took place in that house -- everyone from Billy Graham to Bob Dylan went into that house," said singer Marty Stuart, who lives next door and was married to Cash's daughter, Cindy, in the 1980s.
Stuart said the man who designed the house, Nashville builder Braxton Dixon, was "the closest thing this part of the country had to Frank Lloyd Wright."
When Cash moved there, the road was a quiet country lane that skirts Old Hickory Lake. Kris Kristofferson, then an aspiring songwriter, once landed a helicopter on Cash's lawn to pitch him a song. Roy Orbison was his next-door neighbor for a while.
The landmark video for Cash's song "Hurt" was shot inside the house.
"It was a sanctuary and a fortress for him," Stuart said. "There was a lot of writing that took place there."
Richard Sterban of the Oak Ridge Boys lives on the same road as Cash. "Maybe it's the good Lord's way to make sure that it was only Johnny's house," Sterban said.
The property was purchased by Barry Gibb, a former member of the Bee Gees, in January 2006. Gibb and his wife, Linda, had said they planned to restore the home on Old Hickory Lake and hoped to write songs there. They had not yet moved in to the home, which they bought for a reported $2.3 million (euro1.71 million).
Dixon built the three-story house in 1967 for his own family, but Cash fell in love with it. Dixon was reluctant to sell, but Cash kept after him.
"It was a very, very unusual contemporary structure," said Cash's brother, Tommy Cash. "It was built with stone and wood and all kinds of unusual materials, from marble to old barn wood. I don't think there was a major blueprint. I think the builder was building it the way he wanted it to look."
The younger Cash said many holidays and family get-togethers were spent at the house. And while Johnny and June also owned a house in Jamaica and a second house in Tennessee, they considered this one to be their home.
"Johnny and June lived there the entire time they were married," Tommy Cash said. "It was the only house they lived in together until they both passed on."
The fire, in this suburb about 20 miles (30 kilometers) northeast of downtown Nashville, started around 1:40 p.m. Fire trucks arrived within five minutes, but the house was already engulfed in flames, Hendersonville Fire Chief Jamie Steele said.
Just a few hours later, there was almost nothing left except stone chimneys.
The cause is unknown, but Steele said the flames spread quickly because construction workers had recently applied a flammable wood preservative to the exterior of the house. The preservative was also being applied inside the house.
No workers were injured, but one firefighter was slightly hurt while fighting the fire, Steele said.
Cash's long career, which began in the 1950s, spanned rock 'n' roll, folk and country. His hits included "Ring of Fire," "Folsom Prison Blues" and "I Walk the Line."
Copyright 2007 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.
You really shouldn't waste your time on this
Post-it Note Elvis?!
Now that is neat, and I thought I was good with Post-Its...oh how I have so much to learn.
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31 days till school is out. Thank the dear Lord. Starting May 12th I will have 3 glorious months of an awesome internship, work, BASEBALL, and hanging out with my lovely family and friends with absolutely no school work anywhere within 700 miles of my brain. How wonderful. And did I mention BASEBALL? I am so excited for the CWS this year, SO excited, I'm just hoping that I'll be able to attend all the games.
As far as I have been made aware I have 2 more major projects, some more writing assignments and maybe some editing before the end of the school year, and I'm sure some other lovely requirements will pop up between now and Dead Day. Hopefully I can get at least one of those large projects done and out of my hair this weekend. We shall see. Here's to 31 more days. Here's to almost being a senior.
Now that is neat, and I thought I was good with Post-Its...oh how I have so much to learn.
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31 days till school is out. Thank the dear Lord. Starting May 12th I will have 3 glorious months of an awesome internship, work, BASEBALL, and hanging out with my lovely family and friends with absolutely no school work anywhere within 700 miles of my brain. How wonderful. And did I mention BASEBALL? I am so excited for the CWS this year, SO excited, I'm just hoping that I'll be able to attend all the games.
As far as I have been made aware I have 2 more major projects, some more writing assignments and maybe some editing before the end of the school year, and I'm sure some other lovely requirements will pop up between now and Dead Day. Hopefully I can get at least one of those large projects done and out of my hair this weekend. We shall see. Here's to 31 more days. Here's to almost being a senior.
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Easter Extravaganza--In pictures.
Mr. Fly --- You must die.
Got you sucka.
Just because the wine bottle has a pretty label doesn't mean the wine will have a pretty taste. $10 literally down the drain.
Yay ham!
Ze trash.
Happy Easter! Yes, that is only Coke in those glasses.
Stirring something.
Someday, she and I will both be cooking mavens.
Except if you ask us to make jell-o eggs, those didn't turn out so...whole. But they tasted yummy!
Spiderman wanted to join in the fun because he loves Jesus too. Spiderman makes very good mac n' cheese.
Our misshapen eggs. Oops.
Stirrin' those spider webs.
Almost done!
One last spoonful!
Done--I think we did a good job.
Sitting down to partake in our AWESOME homemade dinner.
This was how I culminated my Easter Weekend. More later.
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