What a tragic waste.

I was just blogging my soul out and then lost everything. I am annoyed because I worded the stuff on my mind in such a way that I'm not certain I can recreate it.

So what is that saying? Friends come and go, but true friends remain forever. Blah, blah...all my friends are to busy "coming" and "going" that they never can make it to good friend status.

Then I made one of my analogies, something like.. friends are like fireworks-they suddenly appear, are fun to see for the time being, and then quietly fade away.

then i had a point to make...now i don't have any point at all. I guess my thoughts weren't meant for public view. Maybe I need sleep on it. I'm just sorry I lost my mind...(small joke)

bordom update

So almost a month has gone by since I last blogged. This month hasn't been so easy and refreshing as the start of the new year. I've been busy and not really in the mood to blog. Lots of stuff happened, but I didn't really have anything to say.

So there are a few things going on.

1) I'm trying to plan for this mission trip to Kenya. Financial and pray support are so important. I know that God has for me to go on this trip and he's been revealing that to me in little but amazing ways. I must trust that everything will work out ok. I'm not evening going to let myself start to worry about the financial situation and just trust that He will provide for me. If I worry or think about it too much then I'll start to question whether or not I will be able to go to Spain, because I know I really can't afford to do both. I know that Kenya is to do God's work, but really I think Spain is for me....and I want to do both but...well let's just not go down that past.

2) Very soon after I found out that I didn't get the job I was kind of hoping for, I felt motivated to become a hospice volunteer. I'm really fascinated about hopsice care and making a difference and because I do want to serisously consider a hospice career I figured what better way would there to gain experience than by volunteering. So went online and found a place in west chester called neighborhood hospice and now I'm undergoing training to become a hospice volunteer. There's a lot of information to read and videos and stuff to watch. There's part of me that is so excited to start and I know that this will be a great opportunity that will open doors for me and the people I will encounter will probably leave a lasting impact on my life and it will be so worth it. But there's also a part of me that wonders if I am crazy by adding yet another thing to do. I mean I already work two jobs, and will adding another thing burn me out? I'm hoping that this is not the case. I rarely ever act on impulse unless I'm confident of the fact that God is directing me to do it.

So that's the major stuff that's been going on...not much else I feel like reporting on.

Cellular Homicide-death by drowning

This past Saturday was a full day. I went to the Kenya informational meeting in Souderton and got fired up to go to Kenya this summer! I am sooo excited. I was the only one there who didn't know someone else there in some form or another. But that's ok. I'm slowly learning how to break out of my shell. I got home around 5ish.
So I was talking to Becca on my cell and trying to do laundry at the same time. After I ended the conversation with her, I somehow managed to drop my phone next to the washing machine. Normally no big deal. But when I picked it up, I realized it had fallen right into a puddle of blue laundry detergent! It was really messy, all over the phone all over my hand.
So being the oh so intelligent one I decided to take my chances and run it under some faucet water. I felt confident that my phone would be ok because a couple of year ago my phone survived a night outside in the pouring rain. This one could certainly handle a little bit of water to get all that soap off. So I rinsed it off. I was right, it did still work fine. Then I saw that I had missed a spot. So common sense said that it would be able to make it through another short bath. Wrong! The second time I killed my phone. I couldn't even get mad at myself. I knew better.
So me having a cell-dependency couldn't imagine not having a phone for a couple of days, especially since I was supposed to hear from Fran, the lady I cat sit for. So I got in the car 5:10 knowing I had to meet Nina at 6pm and headed for King of Prussia to the Verizon store. Got there at 5:30, pouted while I waited in a line, what was line doing there anyway? and bought the cheapest phone I could find and still was able to get to BBB by 6 to meet Nina.
Crazy day.
Today, after work, I went to the Verizon store in Norristown to see if they had any other phones cheaper or better, and it was closed. So I drove to the one in Audubon. I also wanted to get a car charger and needed some small thing fixed on the phone. The same phone I bought in KOP was $55 cheaper there, so how could I pass that deal up? So I got the new phone and eventually after visiting Fran, returned the other one. I'll do anything to save a buck. $55 is like an entire cell phone bill! I'm a little crazy, yes. But that's ok.