I'm starting to understand flattery. I think.
I understand that when people complement me they're just hoping that I'll appreciate the thought.
Honestly- I've heard it too many times. I think I got the picture: People think that I'm going to make a good wife and mother some day- I know, I've heard it. I'm not necessarily agreeing with it whole heartedly, but I get the idea.
You can stop telling me now.
Half of me is fed up with/terrified of the whole idea of a relationship and that includes the sensible part of me which knows that I have at least four years of school left and a whole lot of growing up to do. But then there's this other part of me. This other part is really curious if every other girl from my graduating class is really that much more mature than me, or if God has something big planned. And all I have to do is wait.
I hate waiting.
Well, sometimes, but in this case- I hate waiting.
Call me a control freak or a scaredy-cat, but I want to know what happens next. And I don't. And I won't. Because God is in control and I don't need to know. I just have to have enough faith to be able to roll with the punches and keep a smile on my face at the same time.
Sometimes that makes me want to crawl into a hole and hibernate until next decade.
Sometimes.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Sunday Afternoon, September 26th, 2010.
Well... what would I normally say? I haven't blogged in a while.
Sorry.
Things were transitioning.
:-D
I'm going to skip the usually jabber...
I see that I have a new follower and though I exerted a small (and some what insignificant) effort at digging, I don't know who it is! Which is fun to see... over the summer I've found out about a number of people that follow my blog that I really was surprised to hear about. So, to all of those of you out there who can't "Follow" because of Blogger's issues- I'm sorry- and Welcome to my little corner of the world! Make yourself at home and stay as long as you like! I can't promise that every day will hold something exciting in store for you... but it will for me! :-P
Well, as the summer has come to an end, so have the great adventures of a Cali Girl in the Texas Hill Country. I am back home in hot and sunny California. I'm sitting in the corner of a small and (at the moment) slightly stuffy bedroom. My bedroom. In my home. *sighs contentedly* I'm glad to be home, I suppose. I went looking for myself and an adventure and I found them both back where I started off. God knows. And I love Him for it. :-)
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Well, every time I meet someone new they ask me, "So, where are you going to school?" Haha! I think it's funny that people are finally seeing that I'm not 13 anymore... but that's beside the point and I'm not in school. :-P
I currently am working 2... or 3... (?) jobs and waiting for a plan. Isn't that just grand? Miss creative-life's-going-my-way-whether-it-wants-to-or-not-and-it's-all-mapped-out-right-now... has no plan. No plan, no direction, and no map. I have my hopes and future dreams, but none of them are really things that I can do anything about. So, I wait. What am I waiting for? Good question. There are actually a lot of answers to that. I don't know if any one in particular would be right. But I do have answers.
*cheesy smile*
I just now decided it's time to change something... like... Haha! My blog colors :-P
Well, I should go, life is waiting, I have cookies to make, I just joined the 6 O'clock version of the 5 O'clock Club, and it's too stinking hot in this corner! :-D
XOXO
Samia
Sorry.
Things were transitioning.
:-D
I'm going to skip the usually jabber...
I see that I have a new follower and though I exerted a small (and some what insignificant) effort at digging, I don't know who it is! Which is fun to see... over the summer I've found out about a number of people that follow my blog that I really was surprised to hear about. So, to all of those of you out there who can't "Follow" because of Blogger's issues- I'm sorry- and Welcome to my little corner of the world! Make yourself at home and stay as long as you like! I can't promise that every day will hold something exciting in store for you... but it will for me! :-P
Well, as the summer has come to an end, so have the great adventures of a Cali Girl in the Texas Hill Country. I am back home in hot and sunny California. I'm sitting in the corner of a small and (at the moment) slightly stuffy bedroom. My bedroom. In my home. *sighs contentedly* I'm glad to be home, I suppose. I went looking for myself and an adventure and I found them both back where I started off. God knows. And I love Him for it. :-)
<3
Well, every time I meet someone new they ask me, "So, where are you going to school?" Haha! I think it's funny that people are finally seeing that I'm not 13 anymore... but that's beside the point and I'm not in school. :-P
I currently am working 2... or 3... (?) jobs and waiting for a plan. Isn't that just grand? Miss creative-life's-going-my-way-whether-it-wants-to-or-not-and-it's-all-mapped-out-right-now... has no plan. No plan, no direction, and no map. I have my hopes and future dreams, but none of them are really things that I can do anything about. So, I wait. What am I waiting for? Good question. There are actually a lot of answers to that. I don't know if any one in particular would be right. But I do have answers.
*cheesy smile*
I just now decided it's time to change something... like... Haha! My blog colors :-P
Well, I should go, life is waiting, I have cookies to make, I just joined the 6 O'clock version of the 5 O'clock Club, and it's too stinking hot in this corner! :-D
XOXO
Samia
Friday, August 6, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Check out this cutie...
I thought I'd post this picture- This is "Baby Bee" She is my roommate's niece. Isn't she so sweet! Just want to kiss those cheeks.
Here is her Mommy's Blog.
By the way- guess who made the dress :-)
Here is her Mommy's Blog.
By the way- guess who made the dress :-)
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Bedtime Stories
Well, I don't know how many of those who know me personally know this, but, not only do I share a room with my roommate (hence the "roommate) but we also share a bed (there really isn't room for two- beds, that is).
You can probably imagine the silliness that is about to ensue.
Background: I have always prided myself in the knowledge that I am a "normal" sleeper. As far as I know, I've never snored, spoken in my sleep, walked in my sleep, or any of those other strange and goofy things that people do in their sleep. So, for the past month and a half, sharing a bed hasn't been a big deal.
Charity has only once spoken in her sleep (it was cute!) and mid-sentence she woke up with the realization of the fact that she was talking in her sleep and I was responding. She sheepishly said "Never mind" and that was the end of it. I wasn't even sure she had been asleep until the next morning when she told me.
Yesterday I was informed of something.
I poke. In my sleep, I poke.
I had a dream that I was picking something up, something that was on Charity's side of the bed. I don't think I ever really woke up, but somewhere in my sleepy stupor I realized that I had flopped my hand down on Charity's face! "Oops." I said (still completely asleep and just thinking it was funny) "Sorry" then I rolled over and forgot about whatever it was that I had tried to pick up.
Well, the next morning she told me that she didn't remember being slapped but she did remember being poked. Several times. Apparently, she was slightly more awake than I was (which I don't think I was at all), and when she realized that I was poking her she took hold of my hand and pushed it back over on to my side of the bed. My response? I held her hand. That reads way more embarrassing than it sounds.
Now we're sitting here laughing over it instead of going to sleep... Heh, sleep, that sounds like fun now, doesn't it?
:-D
Samia
You can probably imagine the silliness that is about to ensue.
Background: I have always prided myself in the knowledge that I am a "normal" sleeper. As far as I know, I've never snored, spoken in my sleep, walked in my sleep, or any of those other strange and goofy things that people do in their sleep. So, for the past month and a half, sharing a bed hasn't been a big deal.
Charity has only once spoken in her sleep (it was cute!) and mid-sentence she woke up with the realization of the fact that she was talking in her sleep and I was responding. She sheepishly said "Never mind" and that was the end of it. I wasn't even sure she had been asleep until the next morning when she told me.
Yesterday I was informed of something.
I poke. In my sleep, I poke.
I had a dream that I was picking something up, something that was on Charity's side of the bed. I don't think I ever really woke up, but somewhere in my sleepy stupor I realized that I had flopped my hand down on Charity's face! "Oops." I said (still completely asleep and just thinking it was funny) "Sorry" then I rolled over and forgot about whatever it was that I had tried to pick up.
Well, the next morning she told me that she didn't remember being slapped but she did remember being poked. Several times. Apparently, she was slightly more awake than I was (which I don't think I was at all), and when she realized that I was poking her she took hold of my hand and pushed it back over on to my side of the bed. My response? I held her hand. That reads way more embarrassing than it sounds.
Now we're sitting here laughing over it instead of going to sleep... Heh, sleep, that sounds like fun now, doesn't it?
:-D
Samia
Friday, July 9, 2010
Daisies and Dresses
Well, It's been a while- I dare someone to look back on all my posts and count how many times I've said that- but I'm back, I don't know where I went, Lala land I suppose.
Charity took me shopping again. Yes I bought something, but it was something I needed. Well, one of them was... I wish I had some of the pictures, but they're all on Charity's computer- maybe we'll post some later. Anyway, I bought a dress and two shirts, the dress is great, it's so cute and it could be used for formal or informal events, shoot- if I were a little bit more of a cutsie person I'd think about this style for bridesmaids! (not that I'm thinking about bridesmaids). The shirts are great too, I've always shied away from colorful clothing- especially pink. So- I bought a green shirt (very colorful- and plaid- because I'm in Texas)and a pink shirt. I bought the pink shirt because I needed something a little more modest and yet comfortable to wear on my bike rides, and this definitely fits the bill- and it's super flattering too! Actually, people have been telling me that this particular shade of pink makes my cheeks rosy- I'm slightly inclined to believe them :-)
I'm so excited- I paid off about one fifth of my student loans all at once the day before yesterday. One FIFTH! I only have four fifths to go!!
My finger nail broke off and my finger is sore- so typing isn't quite pleasant at the moment so I'm going to go... Au Revior!!
This morning I was told that yelling at me is like brutally crushing a pretty flower... (?)
Samia
Charity took me shopping again. Yes I bought something, but it was something I needed. Well, one of them was... I wish I had some of the pictures, but they're all on Charity's computer- maybe we'll post some later. Anyway, I bought a dress and two shirts, the dress is great, it's so cute and it could be used for formal or informal events, shoot- if I were a little bit more of a cutsie person I'd think about this style for bridesmaids! (not that I'm thinking about bridesmaids). The shirts are great too, I've always shied away from colorful clothing- especially pink. So- I bought a green shirt (very colorful- and plaid- because I'm in Texas)and a pink shirt. I bought the pink shirt because I needed something a little more modest and yet comfortable to wear on my bike rides, and this definitely fits the bill- and it's super flattering too! Actually, people have been telling me that this particular shade of pink makes my cheeks rosy- I'm slightly inclined to believe them :-)
I'm so excited- I paid off about one fifth of my student loans all at once the day before yesterday. One FIFTH! I only have four fifths to go!!
My finger nail broke off and my finger is sore- so typing isn't quite pleasant at the moment so I'm going to go... Au Revior!!
This morning I was told that yelling at me is like brutally crushing a pretty flower... (?)
Samia
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
So, how are you going to live?
I thought I'd post this here because it means so much to me and it got a good response on Facebook.
This is a summery, pretty much, of the sermon on Sunday morning and Sunday evening. Even though they were two different teachers and I'm pretty sure they didn't plan their sermons together- they went together perfectly.
If you're not ALL IN then you're not in AT ALL.
Even loving God with MOST of my heart is UNACCEPTABLE.
God didn't save me for myself, He saved me FOR THE SAKE OF OTHERS.
Real gospel missions happen over our MORNING COFFEE.
So- every mundane moment of life must be made PURPOSEFUL.
We are not OF this world but for the sake of the gospel we must be IN this world...
So-
How are YOU going to live?
This is a summery, pretty much, of the sermon on Sunday morning and Sunday evening. Even though they were two different teachers and I'm pretty sure they didn't plan their sermons together- they went together perfectly.
If you're not ALL IN then you're not in AT ALL.
Even loving God with MOST of my heart is UNACCEPTABLE.
God didn't save me for myself, He saved me FOR THE SAKE OF OTHERS.
Real gospel missions happen over our MORNING COFFEE.
So- every mundane moment of life must be made PURPOSEFUL.
We are not OF this world but for the sake of the gospel we must be IN this world...
So-
How are YOU going to live?
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Tidbits for Dealing with Furry Friends
By furry friends I mean fungal toe nails. I know, gross, and so not like me, but I came across some useful information that I know some of my readers might want. So I share.
This is going to be a quick one- it's past my bedtime.
So, for those of you out there with fungal toe nails, first, I'm so sorry, that's gross, and second, I have a cure. Two cures actually.
The first, and definitely less desirable: there is a prescription drug that will make all of your problems disappear.
Cost: somewhere north of $1200
Estimated time of healing: about a year
Potential Problems: Kidney failure
Well! "My goodness!" you say, "How do I get a hold of this drug??"
Talk to your doctor.
And the second cure: Vick's Vapor Rub. Yep, you read right, Vick's Vapor rub. Apply directly onto the toenail and cuticle daily.
Cost: about $12 (that's a $4 bottle about three times)
Estimated time of healing: about a year
Potential Problems: none.
Now, of course, you ask, "What kind of phony bologna is this?" Well, first of all, shame on you for doubting me, and secondly, it's not! I know someone who has done it and it worked! And I know a nurse who says there is scientific evidence that it works! No phony bologna here!
I can't say that I know it works from personal experience- but come on, $12? don't you think it's worth a try?
Or would you rather spend $1200 and then die from kidney failure?
Samia
This is going to be a quick one- it's past my bedtime.
So, for those of you out there with fungal toe nails, first, I'm so sorry, that's gross, and second, I have a cure. Two cures actually.
The first, and definitely less desirable: there is a prescription drug that will make all of your problems disappear.
Cost: somewhere north of $1200
Estimated time of healing: about a year
Potential Problems: Kidney failure
Well! "My goodness!" you say, "How do I get a hold of this drug??"
Talk to your doctor.
And the second cure: Vick's Vapor Rub. Yep, you read right, Vick's Vapor rub. Apply directly onto the toenail and cuticle daily.
Cost: about $12 (that's a $4 bottle about three times)
Estimated time of healing: about a year
Potential Problems: none.
Now, of course, you ask, "What kind of phony bologna is this?" Well, first of all, shame on you for doubting me, and secondly, it's not! I know someone who has done it and it worked! And I know a nurse who says there is scientific evidence that it works! No phony bologna here!
I can't say that I know it works from personal experience- but come on, $12? don't you think it's worth a try?
Or would you rather spend $1200 and then die from kidney failure?
Samia
Saturday, June 26, 2010
The True Confessions of a Penny Pincher
My Mother will think this is silly, but I don't mind. Sometimes it's fun to be silly.
Well, first of all, and not related to this post, I'd like to congratulate myself (aren't I humble) on a very large accomplishment: 100 posts. You heard me- my last post, "Painting Indians" was my 100th post! (I would have done something special on my 100th post, except I didn't realize that it was 100th until just now.)
Okay, now on to the point of this post. This is in recap of the last two... or so, weeks. A few, oh, Tuesdays (?) ago my roommate and her Mom took me shopping with them. We went to Target.
Now, I have to stop here and give a little history- when my Mom and I go shopping, we go because we need something and we get what we need (when it comes to clothes) or we don't get anything at all. We might find something we like and try it on, talk about what it would go with, and where we could wear it, but if we don't need it or have money set aside specifically for it, we put it back and try to forget about it.
As you are probably thinking, most people are different than that. Shopping means shopping and shopping means buying- having fun and actually getting what you want.
Well, I've always seen shopping (actually spending money) as silly, frivolous and unwise.
I see things a little differently now.
Now, ladies, don't freak out here, I'm not saying penny pinching is bad and I'm not saying some restraint is bad for a body, not at all. However, what good does penny pinching and scrimping do you if you spend you life thinking you're poor, or being snotty because you think you're wise, because you don't spend your money? I don't think that came out the way I was hoping... my point is that I don't think God meant for us to be miserable people and if we can manage to have a good, no, a great attitude with whatever we have, or don't have, then there is nothing wrong with us having those things- see?
Actually that wasn't my point either, but it is a good point and I suppose it is one of my points... hm, well I suppose that's sufficient.
Anyway, back to my story, so we go shopping. Out of habit, we get there and look around, I enjoyed looking through the racks and commented on a few T-shirts, and the like. But when I was asked if I wanted to try anything on I sort of... I don't know, just kind of mumbled a 'no'. Sure I saw things that I liked, and I saw things that were totally me, but out of years of habit, I didn't want to try anything on because I knew I wouldn't buy it- even if it was perfect. I think Charity and I had talked about it before and so I tried to not be hesitant in saying what I thought, but it wasn't easy. At one point we found this super comfy and flattering short sleeved sweater. I tried it on over my clothes there in the middle of the isle and it looked great. It was black, so it could go with almost anything, it was a very simple design, so it would go with... almost anything, and it was quite flattering. It was perfect. But I put it back. Later Charity brought her Mom back over, I think she was hoping that I'd be convinced to get it, but to no avail. I think I made a real smart sounding comment about coming back some other time when maybe it was on sale. But you tell me, after what I've said about my shopping habits, do you really think I had any intention of going back?
So we move on and soon we're in the hat section, I think we went there for giggles, but ended up getting serious.
More history- I look great in hats. Unless it's a ridiculous, crazy hat, I probably look good in it. But I never buys hats and most hand me down hats are pretty ridiculous so I just haven't made it a habit to wear hats.
Well, I bought a hat. I know shocking- aren't I brave? Changing who I am, going against my own grain?!
It gets worse.
I bought a pink hat.
I hate pink. I've been told that it's because I'm feminist and I see pink as a sign of weakness. I don't know about that, but I do know I don't like pink.
It was only $6 and it looks cute, I've been told it makes my cheeks look rosy. I'm going to wear it to church tomorrow.
Shopping shouldn't scare me like it does. I think that's what I was thinking when I bought it.
And besides, don't girls just want to have fun?
Samia
Well, first of all, and not related to this post, I'd like to congratulate myself (aren't I humble) on a very large accomplishment: 100 posts. You heard me- my last post, "Painting Indians" was my 100th post! (I would have done something special on my 100th post, except I didn't realize that it was 100th until just now.)
Okay, now on to the point of this post. This is in recap of the last two... or so, weeks. A few, oh, Tuesdays (?) ago my roommate and her Mom took me shopping with them. We went to Target.
Now, I have to stop here and give a little history- when my Mom and I go shopping, we go because we need something and we get what we need (when it comes to clothes) or we don't get anything at all. We might find something we like and try it on, talk about what it would go with, and where we could wear it, but if we don't need it or have money set aside specifically for it, we put it back and try to forget about it.
As you are probably thinking, most people are different than that. Shopping means shopping and shopping means buying- having fun and actually getting what you want.
Well, I've always seen shopping (actually spending money) as silly, frivolous and unwise.
I see things a little differently now.
Now, ladies, don't freak out here, I'm not saying penny pinching is bad and I'm not saying some restraint is bad for a body, not at all. However, what good does penny pinching and scrimping do you if you spend you life thinking you're poor, or being snotty because you think you're wise, because you don't spend your money? I don't think that came out the way I was hoping... my point is that I don't think God meant for us to be miserable people and if we can manage to have a good, no, a great attitude with whatever we have, or don't have, then there is nothing wrong with us having those things- see?
Actually that wasn't my point either, but it is a good point and I suppose it is one of my points... hm, well I suppose that's sufficient.
Anyway, back to my story, so we go shopping. Out of habit, we get there and look around, I enjoyed looking through the racks and commented on a few T-shirts, and the like. But when I was asked if I wanted to try anything on I sort of... I don't know, just kind of mumbled a 'no'. Sure I saw things that I liked, and I saw things that were totally me, but out of years of habit, I didn't want to try anything on because I knew I wouldn't buy it- even if it was perfect. I think Charity and I had talked about it before and so I tried to not be hesitant in saying what I thought, but it wasn't easy. At one point we found this super comfy and flattering short sleeved sweater. I tried it on over my clothes there in the middle of the isle and it looked great. It was black, so it could go with almost anything, it was a very simple design, so it would go with... almost anything, and it was quite flattering. It was perfect. But I put it back. Later Charity brought her Mom back over, I think she was hoping that I'd be convinced to get it, but to no avail. I think I made a real smart sounding comment about coming back some other time when maybe it was on sale. But you tell me, after what I've said about my shopping habits, do you really think I had any intention of going back?
So we move on and soon we're in the hat section, I think we went there for giggles, but ended up getting serious.
More history- I look great in hats. Unless it's a ridiculous, crazy hat, I probably look good in it. But I never buys hats and most hand me down hats are pretty ridiculous so I just haven't made it a habit to wear hats.
Well, I bought a hat. I know shocking- aren't I brave? Changing who I am, going against my own grain?!
It gets worse.
I bought a pink hat.
I hate pink. I've been told that it's because I'm feminist and I see pink as a sign of weakness. I don't know about that, but I do know I don't like pink.
It was only $6 and it looks cute, I've been told it makes my cheeks look rosy. I'm going to wear it to church tomorrow.
Shopping shouldn't scare me like it does. I think that's what I was thinking when I bought it.
And besides, don't girls just want to have fun?
Samia
Friday, June 25, 2010
Painting Indians
No, we weren't painting Indians, we were painting Indians. Hence the picture at the end of my post from June 20th. I'm hoping to get a hold of Charity's camera- she got some cute shots of all of the painting. Oh, and if you're friends with me on Facebook, I put some pictures up on there too.
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Anyway, we spent a few days here and there over the past few weeks painting the porch- it was in desperate need of a little face lift. I am proud to declare that it now looks amazing!
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So this was a terribly short post, but I do have a bit more to say.
A few days ago at work I was talking with one of the guys that works in the kitchen. He was asking me about myself and was shocked when I said that I fill my free time with "helping out around the house". Last night I realized that, even though that's what I've always said, it's not actually true. Sure, I do help out around the house, and I think of that as the majority of what I do, but that's not all that I do- by no means. I do lots of things. I'm ashamed to realize that I've managed to let people think that I'm a very boring person! For those of you who know me- I'm not!
So this is for that guy- if ever he should find this blog- and for any other person I've ever misled- I am not a boring person. I love life. And in my spare time I read, I sew- dolls, dresses, blankets, you name it- I blog, I Facebook, I ride my bike, I hang out with my roommate, I do housework, I teach scorpions how to fly (on the weekends only, of course), I chase my roommate's brothers around the house, just to hear them squeal and giggle, I crochet, I swim, I sing, I enjoy a board game or a card game, I watch old movies... and new ones, chase the cat around the house for laughs, I window shop, eat (I love food), I draw, and I sit at the bottom of the stairs, just around the corner, waiting for someone to scare.
I think I'm going to start being a little more honest- who knows? maybe I'll start making more friends!
Oh, and I love, love, love, marshmallows!
Samia
Thursday, June 24, 2010
If I'm drowning... please don't rescue me.
So this post has nothing to do with any of the topics I mentioned in my last post- I'm just so backed up with posts that I thought I'd blog about today and then do another post or two later.
Today I was able to get work off and the family went to the San Marcos river for some inner tubing. If you live in Texas I definitely recommend a trip to the San Marcos river. It's really a beautiful spot and the water is amazingly clean. In fact I think I mentioned it in one of my last posts- actually, I'm pretty sure I did. Anyway we floated down the river three times today and then did some swimming. Funny story:
There is a spot near the end of the float where the river has had some construction and has been turned into this great little swimming hole with a water fall perfect for shooting down a tube in. Though, I must admit, sometimes a body can hit the bottom of the shoot and flip, inner tube flying, or, to the amusement of all watching, get stuck. The current and waves are just right that if you don't weigh enough (or if you don't weigh little enough) you'll hit the bottom and stop, stuck between the rapidly moving current and the heavy back spray at the bottom. Only a good hefty shove can save a body from the embarrassment which is sure to accompany this predicament.
Well, when we had first gotten to the end of the float we heard a woman screaming about her missing child (it turned out the kid was just with someone else) and a short Hispanic guy jumped up and tried to help locate her. After the child was found safe and sound he promptly turned to my roommate and I and declared "I put my beer down and everything! I thought I was going to have to rescue somebody!". He was so genuine about it that it was actually quite amusing. Later he said something along the lines of himself being available to rescue people that day. After he went back to his friend and his beer (lol) I turned to my roommate and said, "If I'm drowning I hope the short guy doesn't have to rescue me" (*cough*cough* "I'm perfectly fine I didn't need any help, thank you!")My roommate replied, "Ah, he won't rescue you, my Dad will rescue you first, I'm sure," We laughed over it and went back to our respective swimming, completely unaware of God's sense of humor, which was about to come into play.
My roommate and I (after some back and forth) decided we would take our two tubes and take a ride down the fall. My roommate went first and flipped. From where I was all I could see was her descending the fall and then her feet straight up in the air for a moment and then gone. I found it funny- if I'd know at the time what her thoughts were I probably wouldn't have laughed quite so hard- I might not even have made it down the fall myself either.
My turn next. I push myself forward and slide, quite gracefully down the fall and then... stopped. I got stuck. Of all people- I got stuck.
I can imagine God's face at this moment- something like Rick Holland when he's picking on someone (all in good fun of course)- "Hey, hey Michael, c'mere. don't rescue her, I've got it all taken care of, but check this out... just watch" He might have said with a mischievous grin on His face. I sat there at the bottom not sure what to do. My first thought- "I can't believe this happened to ME" my second though- "HAHA! I'm stuck! Bahaha!" Later I was told that my thoughts were clearly visible on my face. I looked around for my roommate's Mom (she had gotten stuck not ten minutes before) and found her laughing hilariously at the side of the river. A few girls at the side were trying to help by shouting directions at me but I couldn't hear them! and then suddenly- I moved "Hallelujah!" I thought, "I'm moving!" and then I heard the sound of someone's body whacking the back of my inner tube. "Oh. I've been rescued." The feminist in me was ashamed. So, I crested the back spray and continued on my way and then my rescuer's head popped up before me in the spray. Can you guess who it was?
This is the point in the story where Michael is watching in amazement as His God displays the fun side of His perfection. Yes, I believe God has a sense of humor. I am the butt of His jokes quite often, but I suppose that's just because I can be so darn gullible sometimes.
Later I found out that after my roommate's unfortunate spill she had hit her head on a rock. She's fine, no concussion or anything, but she was quite disturbed for her life for a moment. When she flipped- just like everyone else, her tube went for an exciting, but short lived, flight and made a hasty getaway down the river. Yet, here we are safe at home with all of our inner tubes in tact- how? you ask. Well, I bet you can't guess this one. It wasn't her Dad, he was content to watch the younger men do chivalrous acts, well, he was after seeing that a young man was much closer to her. So, who do you think retrieved it for her in a very chivalrous and dignified (more or less) manner? A short Hispanic guy. Minus the beer of course- I'm pretty sure he put that aside to rescue us. Ah, the irony.
And so goes a day at the river, just another day in the life... that river hates me. I still recommend it though, really we did have loads of fun!
Well, this short story decided to be really short (note the sarcasm here) and I had better head to bed- I've got a long day tomorrow, with nursing my sunburn and what not. So I'll say "Adios Amigos!"
By the way, I think next time I'll make an off handed comment about possible needing rescue to the tall buff guys (instead of the short one) before I do something daring.
My roommate has a random feeling that it won't work as well... but at 5'1" and a quarter, she is partial to short people.
Samia
Today I was able to get work off and the family went to the San Marcos river for some inner tubing. If you live in Texas I definitely recommend a trip to the San Marcos river. It's really a beautiful spot and the water is amazingly clean. In fact I think I mentioned it in one of my last posts- actually, I'm pretty sure I did. Anyway we floated down the river three times today and then did some swimming. Funny story:
There is a spot near the end of the float where the river has had some construction and has been turned into this great little swimming hole with a water fall perfect for shooting down a tube in. Though, I must admit, sometimes a body can hit the bottom of the shoot and flip, inner tube flying, or, to the amusement of all watching, get stuck. The current and waves are just right that if you don't weigh enough (or if you don't weigh little enough) you'll hit the bottom and stop, stuck between the rapidly moving current and the heavy back spray at the bottom. Only a good hefty shove can save a body from the embarrassment which is sure to accompany this predicament.
Well, when we had first gotten to the end of the float we heard a woman screaming about her missing child (it turned out the kid was just with someone else) and a short Hispanic guy jumped up and tried to help locate her. After the child was found safe and sound he promptly turned to my roommate and I and declared "I put my beer down and everything! I thought I was going to have to rescue somebody!". He was so genuine about it that it was actually quite amusing. Later he said something along the lines of himself being available to rescue people that day. After he went back to his friend and his beer (lol) I turned to my roommate and said, "If I'm drowning I hope the short guy doesn't have to rescue me" (*cough*cough* "I'm perfectly fine I didn't need any help, thank you!")My roommate replied, "Ah, he won't rescue you, my Dad will rescue you first, I'm sure," We laughed over it and went back to our respective swimming, completely unaware of God's sense of humor, which was about to come into play.
My roommate and I (after some back and forth) decided we would take our two tubes and take a ride down the fall. My roommate went first and flipped. From where I was all I could see was her descending the fall and then her feet straight up in the air for a moment and then gone. I found it funny- if I'd know at the time what her thoughts were I probably wouldn't have laughed quite so hard- I might not even have made it down the fall myself either.
My turn next. I push myself forward and slide, quite gracefully down the fall and then... stopped. I got stuck. Of all people- I got stuck.
I can imagine God's face at this moment- something like Rick Holland when he's picking on someone (all in good fun of course)- "Hey, hey Michael, c'mere. don't rescue her, I've got it all taken care of, but check this out... just watch" He might have said with a mischievous grin on His face. I sat there at the bottom not sure what to do. My first thought- "I can't believe this happened to ME" my second though- "HAHA! I'm stuck! Bahaha!" Later I was told that my thoughts were clearly visible on my face. I looked around for my roommate's Mom (she had gotten stuck not ten minutes before) and found her laughing hilariously at the side of the river. A few girls at the side were trying to help by shouting directions at me but I couldn't hear them! and then suddenly- I moved "Hallelujah!" I thought, "I'm moving!" and then I heard the sound of someone's body whacking the back of my inner tube. "Oh. I've been rescued." The feminist in me was ashamed. So, I crested the back spray and continued on my way and then my rescuer's head popped up before me in the spray. Can you guess who it was?
This is the point in the story where Michael is watching in amazement as His God displays the fun side of His perfection. Yes, I believe God has a sense of humor. I am the butt of His jokes quite often, but I suppose that's just because I can be so darn gullible sometimes.
Later I found out that after my roommate's unfortunate spill she had hit her head on a rock. She's fine, no concussion or anything, but she was quite disturbed for her life for a moment. When she flipped- just like everyone else, her tube went for an exciting, but short lived, flight and made a hasty getaway down the river. Yet, here we are safe at home with all of our inner tubes in tact- how? you ask. Well, I bet you can't guess this one. It wasn't her Dad, he was content to watch the younger men do chivalrous acts, well, he was after seeing that a young man was much closer to her. So, who do you think retrieved it for her in a very chivalrous and dignified (more or less) manner? A short Hispanic guy. Minus the beer of course- I'm pretty sure he put that aside to rescue us. Ah, the irony.
And so goes a day at the river, just another day in the life... that river hates me. I still recommend it though, really we did have loads of fun!
Well, this short story decided to be really short (note the sarcasm here) and I had better head to bed- I've got a long day tomorrow, with nursing my sunburn and what not. So I'll say "Adios Amigos!"
By the way, I think next time I'll make an off handed comment about possible needing rescue to the tall buff guys (instead of the short one) before I do something daring.
My roommate has a random feeling that it won't work as well... but at 5'1" and a quarter, she is partial to short people.
Samia
Sunday, June 20, 2010
It's all just because he never had the chicken pox...
So much to blog and so little memory. I seriously could do a whole blog post for every day of the past week and then some!
Oh, where to start...
Painting Indians.
The true confessions of a penny pincher.
Which way is up?
Tidbits for dealing with furry fiends.
My flying friend.
A watery reunion.
Hm... maybe I'll spare you the details... just kidding, I suppose I could tell you more later- it's getting pretty late and I'm pooped... but before I go I do have a few things to say.
For Amanda B. - the dog and I had the same name- and yes, I suppose it is quite the coincidence! I have to say, it's great to know that someone I don't know actually follows my blog (if you follow that is). Makes me wonder just how many people out there could recognize me based on just a few of my stories!
Hm... darn it all, I can't remember what the second thing was... like I said, too little memory- well, I guess I'll sign off for now and I'll talk to y'all later!
Samia
Oh, where to start...
Painting Indians.
The true confessions of a penny pincher.
Which way is up?
Tidbits for dealing with furry fiends.
My flying friend.
A watery reunion.
Hm... maybe I'll spare you the details... just kidding, I suppose I could tell you more later- it's getting pretty late and I'm pooped... but before I go I do have a few things to say.
For Amanda B. - the dog and I had the same name- and yes, I suppose it is quite the coincidence! I have to say, it's great to know that someone I don't know actually follows my blog (if you follow that is). Makes me wonder just how many people out there could recognize me based on just a few of my stories!
Hm... darn it all, I can't remember what the second thing was... like I said, too little memory- well, I guess I'll sign off for now and I'll talk to y'all later!
Samia
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
A Day of Coincidences
Actually, as of right now, I'm not sure if that's spelled correctly, but the computer is not trying to stop me from spelling it that way... so.... whatever. :-P
I was going to post this yesterday, but just never got around to it- you see, today, there really weren't any coincidences- it was yesterday that I was referring to.
Background: A few days ago I was asked if I wanted a ride anywhere by a cute guy in a real beat up minivan- I thought it was funny- well, guess who I carhopped for last night right before my shift ended... and I thought I'd never see him again.
Earlier on in my day I met a woman with a cute dog bearing the same name as me! she looked like a beagle mix- very cute.
And the last coincidence- as I was taking out the trash at work, guess who should come on the Sonic radio station but an old acquaintance of mine! Her mother used to give me her hand-me-downs. Angel Taylor is her name and she was singing "Like you do". Angel's music is something like Colbie Calliet. She's new to the music world but it's pretty good stuff. It was a bit funny to walk out (in the middle of Texas) and hear someone I know on the radio. :-P
Well, that's all for now I guess,
kind of random,
Samia
I was going to post this yesterday, but just never got around to it- you see, today, there really weren't any coincidences- it was yesterday that I was referring to.
Background: A few days ago I was asked if I wanted a ride anywhere by a cute guy in a real beat up minivan- I thought it was funny- well, guess who I carhopped for last night right before my shift ended... and I thought I'd never see him again.
Earlier on in my day I met a woman with a cute dog bearing the same name as me! she looked like a beagle mix- very cute.
And the last coincidence- as I was taking out the trash at work, guess who should come on the Sonic radio station but an old acquaintance of mine! Her mother used to give me her hand-me-downs. Angel Taylor is her name and she was singing "Like you do". Angel's music is something like Colbie Calliet. She's new to the music world but it's pretty good stuff. It was a bit funny to walk out (in the middle of Texas) and hear someone I know on the radio. :-P
Well, that's all for now I guess,
kind of random,
Samia
Monday, June 7, 2010
I hope it rains today...
It was cloudy for a bit, but it looks like it's clearing up... sadness. It's already hot and it's been soo hot lately. I'm not looking forward to going to work. Oh well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right? i suppose I do like the paycheck an awful lot.
Yesterday a trucker blushed at me when I gave him his change. "Thank you, Ma'am" he sad with a slightly embarrassed smile. It was cute, I've never had anything like that happen to me before. I just hope I don't run into him again... I can't remember what he looked like... haha, but I remember his truck... that's so me. :-P
I went fishing yesterday... I haven't been fishing in years, I didn't catch a thing, I had maybe eight worms eaten right off of my hook (I felt the bites) but I couldn't seem to hook anything! It was a tad frustrating. Eventually I agreed to go canoeing with a friend, totally aware that he planned on "tipping" not canoeing! Thankfully his Dad came along just at the right moment to tell us it was time to go, and thus, I came home dry!
I haven't spoken about anything deep in a while... I was talking with my roommate last night about how amazing it is that God has a plan for me. He has a specific thing for me to do in this life and every moment he is preparing me for whatever it is! Isn't that amazing? I don't have to wander through life wondering what I'm supposed to be doing, because God has my whole life laid out in front of me! I may not be able to see what He wants, but He'll lead me to it! Well, that's a shorter version of the conversation we had... we also talked about marriage.... but I won't repeat that conversation... for the sake of my hopes... :-P
Alright, I should go, I've got laundry to do and work to get to (blaugh) :-)
Samia
I think I just made up a word.... blaugh...hm.
Yesterday a trucker blushed at me when I gave him his change. "Thank you, Ma'am" he sad with a slightly embarrassed smile. It was cute, I've never had anything like that happen to me before. I just hope I don't run into him again... I can't remember what he looked like... haha, but I remember his truck... that's so me. :-P
I went fishing yesterday... I haven't been fishing in years, I didn't catch a thing, I had maybe eight worms eaten right off of my hook (I felt the bites) but I couldn't seem to hook anything! It was a tad frustrating. Eventually I agreed to go canoeing with a friend, totally aware that he planned on "tipping" not canoeing! Thankfully his Dad came along just at the right moment to tell us it was time to go, and thus, I came home dry!
I haven't spoken about anything deep in a while... I was talking with my roommate last night about how amazing it is that God has a plan for me. He has a specific thing for me to do in this life and every moment he is preparing me for whatever it is! Isn't that amazing? I don't have to wander through life wondering what I'm supposed to be doing, because God has my whole life laid out in front of me! I may not be able to see what He wants, but He'll lead me to it! Well, that's a shorter version of the conversation we had... we also talked about marriage.... but I won't repeat that conversation... for the sake of my hopes... :-P
Alright, I should go, I've got laundry to do and work to get to (blaugh) :-)
Samia
I think I just made up a word.... blaugh...hm.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
I don't think the UPS guy is from Texas... he gave me the peace sign!
I finally started carhopping at Sonic yesterday. It's actually a lot of fun... and very rewarding. I only make $4 per hour, but, when I carhop, the tips that I get raise my wages to round about $7-$8 per hour. With the tips I made today, I think I made about $8.50 per hour! It's quite exciting to come home with my pockets full of cash.
This afternoon the manager asked me how I felt about rollerskating I shrugged and said, "Sure." He looked shocked! "Wait, you don't look scared." He said... Apparently the mere idea of rollerskating anywhere, much less at work, is terrifying to most people. I think I may be different... I did used to figure skate you know. :-P
In order to motivate myself I've decided that I'm going to let you know that I've started writing again, I have a few friends who will be thrilled to hear this. I actually have a plot, I have a storyline and characters and everything! Aren't I such an accomplished person?! Haha, well, we'll see if I can say that in, oh, two or three months... If you want to read little clips of it, I guess I might post something if someone asks me to...
I'm very tempted to tell you the hilarious dream I had last night... but I won't... it was just too weird, hilarious, yes, but weird too. Too weird.
Trying to come up with more to say...
Oh, I heard that in another Texas County a man was sentenced to life in prison for robbing a woman's house. He tied her up and locked her in the closet with her dog. "The crime?- putting a perfectly good dawg in the closet!" ("With a woman!")
And on that bombshell...haha,
See y'all later!
Samia
This afternoon the manager asked me how I felt about rollerskating I shrugged and said, "Sure." He looked shocked! "Wait, you don't look scared." He said... Apparently the mere idea of rollerskating anywhere, much less at work, is terrifying to most people. I think I may be different... I did used to figure skate you know. :-P
In order to motivate myself I've decided that I'm going to let you know that I've started writing again, I have a few friends who will be thrilled to hear this. I actually have a plot, I have a storyline and characters and everything! Aren't I such an accomplished person?! Haha, well, we'll see if I can say that in, oh, two or three months... If you want to read little clips of it, I guess I might post something if someone asks me to...
I'm very tempted to tell you the hilarious dream I had last night... but I won't... it was just too weird, hilarious, yes, but weird too. Too weird.
Trying to come up with more to say...
Oh, I heard that in another Texas County a man was sentenced to life in prison for robbing a woman's house. He tied her up and locked her in the closet with her dog. "The crime?- putting a perfectly good dawg in the closet!" ("With a woman!")
And on that bombshell...haha,
See y'all later!
Samia
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Family Reunions
I haven't been to a family reunion in over five years. All of my extended family lives in New York, Texas, and New Jersey. There have been family reunions, in fact I think my Grandmother plans one every year, but I can't easily get to them. However, there will be a family reunion here in Texas on Father's day- but the thing is, it's not for my family. lol.
I'm so thankful for the family that has taken me in for the summer. They're including me in everything. I came expecting to take up a little space, eat a little food, and stay out of the way as much as possible. Either I'm not very good at sticking to what I plan or they have really gone above and beyond what I was expecting! I wish there was a way for me to repay them. I'll fill and empty the dishwasher, I'll vacuum the whole downstairs, I'll paint the porch, but is there more I can do? I go to work and when I get back I'm tired, but I still want to help (my body is the one who doesn't!). When I'm told to get out of the kitchen and stop helping- I don't know what to do! I want to help!
The family is going to a wedding this weekend, but my friend is staying behind because I have to work and they didn't want to leave me alone. I wonder if she's staying because they don't trust me (which is fine, I totally understand, I don't trust anyone) or if they honestly think I can't hold down the fort here. She wants to go, I know she does, and I wish I could do something about it. Oh well, it'll be a fun girls' weekend, I suppose.
Well, this post had no point.... I'm going to go play some piano before I head to work.
Inconclusively,
Samia
I'm so thankful for the family that has taken me in for the summer. They're including me in everything. I came expecting to take up a little space, eat a little food, and stay out of the way as much as possible. Either I'm not very good at sticking to what I plan or they have really gone above and beyond what I was expecting! I wish there was a way for me to repay them. I'll fill and empty the dishwasher, I'll vacuum the whole downstairs, I'll paint the porch, but is there more I can do? I go to work and when I get back I'm tired, but I still want to help (my body is the one who doesn't!). When I'm told to get out of the kitchen and stop helping- I don't know what to do! I want to help!
The family is going to a wedding this weekend, but my friend is staying behind because I have to work and they didn't want to leave me alone. I wonder if she's staying because they don't trust me (which is fine, I totally understand, I don't trust anyone) or if they honestly think I can't hold down the fort here. She wants to go, I know she does, and I wish I could do something about it. Oh well, it'll be a fun girls' weekend, I suppose.
Well, this post had no point.... I'm going to go play some piano before I head to work.
Inconclusively,
Samia
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Meet my little friends...
Chiggers. No, it's not a new exclamation- it's a bug. A bug in Texas. I have chiggers. They don't itch yet, but I've been told that they will. I'm not going to write up a description for you, but they're fairly easy to research if you're interested in knowing more.
And, on a little brighter subject, I have my first day of work today. I have to leave just as soon as I finish this post. It's going to be interesting. I've never worked in a big chain restaurant like this before- so I'm kind of excited to see how they do things differently than a little Mom'n Pop store.
Oh, by the way, did I mention that I'll be riding my bike to work? It's five miles there and five miles back. Mostly downhill on the way there... and very windy on the way back... to say nothing of the uphill.
I'm currently watching the youngest one wrestle with his cat. She is such an easy going cat and now I know why. He's tossing her around like a rag doll and she quietly enduring it. She's so sweet. Her name is Dixie, there is a picture of her... here. I think we've kind of become buddies, we fell asleep on the floor together the day before yesterday... I'd show you the picture that Charity took with her cell phone, but it's not exactly flattering. :-)
Well, I should go get ready to go- Talk to y'all when I get back from work!
Samia
And, on a little brighter subject, I have my first day of work today. I have to leave just as soon as I finish this post. It's going to be interesting. I've never worked in a big chain restaurant like this before- so I'm kind of excited to see how they do things differently than a little Mom'n Pop store.
Oh, by the way, did I mention that I'll be riding my bike to work? It's five miles there and five miles back. Mostly downhill on the way there... and very windy on the way back... to say nothing of the uphill.
I'm currently watching the youngest one wrestle with his cat. She is such an easy going cat and now I know why. He's tossing her around like a rag doll and she quietly enduring it. She's so sweet. Her name is Dixie, there is a picture of her... here. I think we've kind of become buddies, we fell asleep on the floor together the day before yesterday... I'd show you the picture that Charity took with her cell phone, but it's not exactly flattering. :-)
Well, I should go get ready to go- Talk to y'all when I get back from work!
Samia
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The Beginning of Summer
I woke up to birds singing, the fan quietly whirring- and not another sound. I had a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice for breakfast and I got to see the sun rise above the tree tops in the hill country of Texas.
Some people I know will be thrilled: I think it's rubbing off onto me- the drawl, that is. I start work tomorrow and if I've already started picking it up now- man, it's gunna be bad by the end of the summer!
I love this place. The best way to describe the house I'm staying in is: Romantic. It's just beautiful. There is a big white cast iron gate out front and a gravel drive that runs beneath a canopy of trees. The house has a pretty brick facade and lace curtains in every window. There are benches and bird baths all along the paths around the grounds (it's so beautiful, you can't call it a yard...) There is a cast iron miniature gazebo like thing out by the drive way- they're hoping to grow something up and over it (it's like something from a fairy tale, it's so picturesque) And in the rear of the house there is a two-story gazebo with white lattice and cast iron benches. The benches have butterflies in the pattern in the back, they're so pretty. There are white cast iron baskets, shaped like hearts, and filled with flowers (you see what I mean by romantic).
Well, I should go, there are cookies in the oven and a piano waiting to be played :-)
I'll write more later :-)
Samia
Some people I know will be thrilled: I think it's rubbing off onto me- the drawl, that is. I start work tomorrow and if I've already started picking it up now- man, it's gunna be bad by the end of the summer!
I love this place. The best way to describe the house I'm staying in is: Romantic. It's just beautiful. There is a big white cast iron gate out front and a gravel drive that runs beneath a canopy of trees. The house has a pretty brick facade and lace curtains in every window. There are benches and bird baths all along the paths around the grounds (it's so beautiful, you can't call it a yard...) There is a cast iron miniature gazebo like thing out by the drive way- they're hoping to grow something up and over it (it's like something from a fairy tale, it's so picturesque) And in the rear of the house there is a two-story gazebo with white lattice and cast iron benches. The benches have butterflies in the pattern in the back, they're so pretty. There are white cast iron baskets, shaped like hearts, and filled with flowers (you see what I mean by romantic).
Well, I should go, there are cookies in the oven and a piano waiting to be played :-)
I'll write more later :-)
Samia
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Quick one...
Okay- I should have been in bed two hours ago... so this is going to be quick...I thought I'd share what my day looked like today...I woke up at 6am to Dr. John F. MacArthur on the radio... I listened till 7am. Got up and showered. Ate breakfast... or did I .... hm... folded and packed clean clothes into a suitcase, stripped and folded sheets from the bed, hid all of my stuff away for the summer, kissed my favorite downed pillow "Au revior" danced to the music, packed my carry-on, ate lunch, made a few phone calls, danced to the music again, made a few more phone calls, went to the grocery store and bought two gallons of milk, four loaves of bread, peanut butter cups, gummy bears, and a ba-zillion yogurts (they were on sale) got $40 cash back, went to the bank, spent a half hour counting pennies... deposited afore mentioned pennies, was disappointed at the amount of money in my checking account- what's new?- drove home, ate dinner, made some more phone calls, cleaned out my desk one last time, got "Me and God Love Her" stuck in my head, sewed a baby dress, solved a problem, skyped, yawned, looked at the time and now I am writing this one last small post, before I go to bed, for tomorrow I will be waking up at 3am to make sure I don't miss my flight to San Antonio, Texas! Ah, goodnight!
Samia
Samia
Monday, May 10, 2010
Drum Roll Please....
I am going...
to...
Texas!
For the whole summer. My friend ( http://girlscoffeebreak.blogspot.com/ http://thejames2project.blogspot.com/) who lives in Texas has invited me out to her house for the summer. There was one condition- see, the whole point of me going out there is because I can't find a job here, so, if I couldn't find a job there, what would be the point (aside from seeing a friend that I miss very much and meeting her awesome family who I love very much even though I've never met them) So- there was an opening at Sonic (which by the way, is what inspired this whole escapade) and I applied and sent my resume to the manager... and then... waited. I'm good at waiting. I like waiting. I've never really been terribly proactive when it comes to job hunting... I'd rather be polite- however, some very wise people (and yes, that means more than one person has bugged me about this) told me that prospective employers really appreciate it when you call and check up- or call and bug them- especially since no one does it anymore. So, somewhat reluctantly (I will admit ) I called the manager- about a week after sending him my resume. I used the excuse that I wanted to make sure that he had gotten my resume and application (I knew that he had, because my friend handed it to him) and the moment I said my name he interrupted and ask if I was the one from California, I affirmed that I was and he immediately offered me a job. "Wasn't that easy?" he said, "You didn't even need to have an interview!" I asked him when I could start and he told me- "Well, it's about a 36 hour drive from L.A. to here, so... I guess you could start in 48."
Needless to say- I was ecstatic. I have a job! Well, not officially- I still have to get there and do the official paperwork- but I have a job! I have been looking for a job for about 5 months and before now, I've never been out of work- since I was old enough to work! This is really exciting! And on top of that- I'm going to get to see my friend and her family and I'm going to get to see Texas and I'm going somewhere for the summer (I've never been anywhere during the summer before!) and so- I am ecstatic. :-)
So- as soon as my orthodontist get's a chance to inspect the impressions they made of my teeth and calls me to tell me when I can come in to get them off- I'll be booking a flight to San Antonio!
Okay- Now, here are some pictures that I've promised a few people that I would put up. I really had fun with this.
Oh- and Happy Mother's Day to all the Mom's out there. None of us would be here without you. No, really. :-)
to...
Texas!
For the whole summer. My friend ( http://girlscoffeebreak.blogspot.com/ http://thejames2project.blogspot.com/) who lives in Texas has invited me out to her house for the summer. There was one condition- see, the whole point of me going out there is because I can't find a job here, so, if I couldn't find a job there, what would be the point (aside from seeing a friend that I miss very much and meeting her awesome family who I love very much even though I've never met them) So- there was an opening at Sonic (which by the way, is what inspired this whole escapade) and I applied and sent my resume to the manager... and then... waited. I'm good at waiting. I like waiting. I've never really been terribly proactive when it comes to job hunting... I'd rather be polite- however, some very wise people (and yes, that means more than one person has bugged me about this) told me that prospective employers really appreciate it when you call and check up- or call and bug them- especially since no one does it anymore. So, somewhat reluctantly (I will admit ) I called the manager- about a week after sending him my resume. I used the excuse that I wanted to make sure that he had gotten my resume and application (I knew that he had, because my friend handed it to him) and the moment I said my name he interrupted and ask if I was the one from California, I affirmed that I was and he immediately offered me a job. "Wasn't that easy?" he said, "You didn't even need to have an interview!" I asked him when I could start and he told me- "Well, it's about a 36 hour drive from L.A. to here, so... I guess you could start in 48."
Needless to say- I was ecstatic. I have a job! Well, not officially- I still have to get there and do the official paperwork- but I have a job! I have been looking for a job for about 5 months and before now, I've never been out of work- since I was old enough to work! This is really exciting! And on top of that- I'm going to get to see my friend and her family and I'm going to get to see Texas and I'm going somewhere for the summer (I've never been anywhere during the summer before!) and so- I am ecstatic. :-)
So- as soon as my orthodontist get's a chance to inspect the impressions they made of my teeth and calls me to tell me when I can come in to get them off- I'll be booking a flight to San Antonio!
Okay- Now, here are some pictures that I've promised a few people that I would put up. I really had fun with this.
Oh- and Happy Mother's Day to all the Mom's out there. None of us would be here without you. No, really. :-)
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Welcome Follower Number Five!
I logged on to complain about my lack of audience- but was promptly greeted with a notice about a new follower! (Welcome to the group!)
Anyway now I don't know what to write about....
I am home alone today- I've had a lot on my mind and so I've been thinking. I ate toast and cheese for lunch- because it was the first thing I saw in the fridge- later I discovered that there was left-over pizza! I was quite disappointed that I hadn't noticed it earlier. So now I am eating microwaved, left-over, slightly chewy pepperoni pizza and listening to country music, thinking about my life and ... trying to come up with something more interesting to write.
I had something to say- besides complaining about attendance, or lack there of... I just can't remember what it was. :-) This is kind of normal for me I guess. Am I right? (That was a question- just in case you didn't know... oh, and, hint-it's meant to be answered) :-D
I listened to John MacArthur's sermon on the Will of God... I have to say it was convicting and frustrating and encouraging all at once.
You know what?! I've just decided to cut this post short and go read my bible! Because that's where God wrote His will and I want to know what it is!
Samia
Anyway now I don't know what to write about....
I am home alone today- I've had a lot on my mind and so I've been thinking. I ate toast and cheese for lunch- because it was the first thing I saw in the fridge- later I discovered that there was left-over pizza! I was quite disappointed that I hadn't noticed it earlier. So now I am eating microwaved, left-over, slightly chewy pepperoni pizza and listening to country music, thinking about my life and ... trying to come up with something more interesting to write.
I had something to say- besides complaining about attendance, or lack there of... I just can't remember what it was. :-) This is kind of normal for me I guess. Am I right? (That was a question- just in case you didn't know... oh, and, hint-it's meant to be answered) :-D
I listened to John MacArthur's sermon on the Will of God... I have to say it was convicting and frustrating and encouraging all at once.
You know what?! I've just decided to cut this post short and go read my bible! Because that's where God wrote His will and I want to know what it is!
Samia
Thursday, April 22, 2010
A couple of things...
So first of all: I apologize. No, really, I'm sorry that I am such a cynic. It may not be quite so evident here- I try not to be too negative- but I'm not the most positive person you'll ever meet. And I wish I was different. But I suppose that's evidence that I am.
I also have to apologize for the post a few weeks ago, where I talked about disliking someone for no reason. I should not have shared that. I would delete the post but there is something about having to apologize that is humbling and I want to be humble. Jesus was humble.
Second: There is a song, by Barlow Girl, called She Walked Away. It's (again) so me. So when the opportunity to leave comes up... I'm not sure I want to take it. What is my reason? I want to get out- I always have. I want to be free, like a bird. I've always dream of taking a road trip- without a plan or a destination. Maybe in a truck- I can pull up into empty parking lots at night and sleep in the bed of the truck. Under the stars. I could drive out to the beach and watch the sun set- all by myself. I could stop anywhere I wanted along the way, without having to ask if anyone minds. But... Why?
I wish I knew.
So many opportunities have passed me by- because I don't know what I want and I don't know what I don't want and I'm so petrified of making decisions because I'm afraid I'll be miserable with the consequences.
Sheesh, I don't even know how to end this post.
I can't remember what the other things I was going to talk about were. Oh well, life goes on.
Or does it?
Samia
I also have to apologize for the post a few weeks ago, where I talked about disliking someone for no reason. I should not have shared that. I would delete the post but there is something about having to apologize that is humbling and I want to be humble. Jesus was humble.
Second: There is a song, by Barlow Girl, called She Walked Away. It's (again) so me. So when the opportunity to leave comes up... I'm not sure I want to take it. What is my reason? I want to get out- I always have. I want to be free, like a bird. I've always dream of taking a road trip- without a plan or a destination. Maybe in a truck- I can pull up into empty parking lots at night and sleep in the bed of the truck. Under the stars. I could drive out to the beach and watch the sun set- all by myself. I could stop anywhere I wanted along the way, without having to ask if anyone minds. But... Why?
I wish I knew.
So many opportunities have passed me by- because I don't know what I want and I don't know what I don't want and I'm so petrified of making decisions because I'm afraid I'll be miserable with the consequences.
Sheesh, I don't even know how to end this post.
I can't remember what the other things I was going to talk about were. Oh well, life goes on.
Or does it?
Samia
Monday, April 19, 2010
Thank God for your cleaning lady- no really.
I spent the day cleaning the house. It was fun (at first...) I got so much accomplished in the first hour and a half- I was so proud of myself. It wasn't hard, it wasn't terribly boring, and nobody was in my way... but I have since discovered that cleaning tires you out! By about two o'clock I was ready for bed... in fact I think after this post I'm going to go get a shower and head to bed. I know- I'm 19, what am I thinking? Going to bed at 8pm... crazy... :-) Well, I'll be up waaay earlier than you and I'll have twice as much energy tomorrow! :-P
Ah, life is pretty great, you know? I say that in a contented sigh sort of way. :-)
Oh, just remembered- I have a few books to mention- great books- you should definitely read them...
First: Do Hard Things, by the Harris brothers- Brett and Alex: Very inspiring.
Second: I might as well mention the sequel- even though I haven't finished reading it yet- Start Here: My friend is in it! I was so excited when I saw her story- she sent the book to me for my birthday and I was so thrilled to get it- and even more thrilled when I saw her name in it!
Third: Crazy Love, by Francis Chan: yet another one that I haven't finished yet, but man, is it convicting and encouraging all at once... in fact- here is an excerpt from an article of his:
Okay, I was going to mention a few other books but with that big article I don't think I will... so Goodnight my someone, Goodnight my Love!
and goodnight to everyone else :-P
Samia
Ah, life is pretty great, you know? I say that in a contented sigh sort of way. :-)
Oh, just remembered- I have a few books to mention- great books- you should definitely read them...
First: Do Hard Things, by the Harris brothers- Brett and Alex: Very inspiring.
Second: I might as well mention the sequel- even though I haven't finished reading it yet- Start Here: My friend is in it! I was so excited when I saw her story- she sent the book to me for my birthday and I was so thrilled to get it- and even more thrilled when I saw her name in it!
Third: Crazy Love, by Francis Chan: yet another one that I haven't finished yet, but man, is it convicting and encouraging all at once... in fact- here is an excerpt from an article of his:
Okay, so that was more than a little excerpt, but it's good stuff, right?I think it’s time we stop asking ourselves the question: “Am I a good Christian?” We live in a time when the term “Christian” has been so diluted that millions of immoral but nice people genuinely consider themselves “good Christians.” We have reduced the idea of a good Christian to someone who believes in Jesus, loves his or her family, and attends church regularly. Others will label you a good Christian even though your life has no semblance to the way Christ spent His days on earth. Perhaps we should start asking the question: “Am I a good Christ?” In other words, do I look anything like Jesus? This question never even entered my mind until a friend of mine made a passing comment to me one day.
Dan is a long time friend of mine. In fact, he’s the pastor who performed my wedding. He was talking to me about a pastor named Von. Von has been working with youth in the San Diego area for decades. Many of his students have gone on to become amazing missionaries and powerful servants of God. Dan described a trip to Tijuana, Mexico with Pastor Von. (Von has been ministering to the poor in the dumps of Tijuana for years). Dan didn’t speak of the awful living conditions of those who made their homes amidst the rubbish. What impacted Dan the most was the relationship he saw between Von and the people of this community. He spoke of the compassion, sacrifice, and love that he witnessed in Von’s words and actions as he held these malnourished and un-bathed children. Then he made the statement that sent me reeling:
“The day I spent with Von was the closest thing I’ve ever experienced to walking with Jesus.”
Dan explained that the whole experience was so eerie because he kept thinking to himself: “If Jesus were still walking on earth in the flesh, this is what it would feel like to walk alongside of Him!” After that discussion, I kept wondering if anyone had ever said that about me: “The day I spent with Francis was the closest thing I’ve ever experienced to walking with Jesus.” The answer was an obvious “no.” Would any honest person say that about you?
What bothered me was not that I hadn’t “arrived,” but that I wasn’t even heading in the right direction. I hadn’t made it my goal to resemble Christ. I wasn’t striving to become the kind of person who could be mistaken for Jesus Christ. Isn’t it ironic that a man can be known as a successful pastor, speaker, and CHRISTian even if his life doesn’t resemble Christ’s?
Okay, I was going to mention a few other books but with that big article I don't think I will... so Goodnight my someone, Goodnight my Love!
and goodnight to everyone else :-P
Samia
Friday, April 16, 2010
Vietnam
Wow. This last week has been a roller coaster ride. Monday morning my little brother informed me that he had planned a surprise party for my mom without any help. Her birthday was on Tuesday. So I had to pull together a cake, a clean house, and food for guests that night and the next morning. I was so tired after- it wasn't hard work... I guess I'm just reeeeally out of shape. :-)
Yesterday morning my landlord called with a business opportunity. He has a cousin in Vietnam who is a multi-millionaire. She works in clothing manufactuing- she makes good stuff with great materials- I got to see some of it tonight, it's sooo nice. Anyway, my landlord and his wife are hoping to go into business selling some of his cousins stuff here in the U.S. but they want some fresh ideas that are a little more ... American (?) So they want me to design some stuff for them-IF they end up doing it. They still have to do a lot of homework on taxes and shipping and everything else involved... shoot, they don't even know where/how they're going to sell it yet...
Well, I'm so tired... I can't even think straight, but I'm so excited :-D
Goodnight,
Samia
Yesterday morning my landlord called with a business opportunity. He has a cousin in Vietnam who is a multi-millionaire. She works in clothing manufactuing- she makes good stuff with great materials- I got to see some of it tonight, it's sooo nice. Anyway, my landlord and his wife are hoping to go into business selling some of his cousins stuff here in the U.S. but they want some fresh ideas that are a little more ... American (?) So they want me to design some stuff for them-IF they end up doing it. They still have to do a lot of homework on taxes and shipping and everything else involved... shoot, they don't even know where/how they're going to sell it yet...
Well, I'm so tired... I can't even think straight, but I'm so excited :-D
Goodnight,
Samia
Sunday, April 11, 2010
I'm not a mean person... really, I'm not.
So, I've never really considered myself a spiteful person- I mean, I try to be nice, and I think I've successfully pulled off being polite in a socially expected sort of way. I'm not trying to brag... I'm just setting the stage, so to speak, for what I'm going to admit... I'll even admit right now that I'm not so polite with my family- but all families fight. Right?
Anyway. Have you ever come across a person that just makes you mad? Maybe it's not even in something that they've done, maybe it's the way everyone else likes them, or maybe it's just something in the way they look at you? Or maybe you don't even have a reason and you can't come up with one. But you don't like them and, for the life of you, you believe you never could. Sure, you might be polite, smile and say hello, you might even try to like them, but all the while on the inside you can't wait to get away. I've heard these people described before... but I never thought I'd meet mine.
Admittance: I have.
Yep. I wish I could like her, really I do. She is very sweet, so is all of her family... I bet if I spent a week with her I still wouldn't be able to come up with something that's wrong with her, something that would make me dislike her. But I dislike her and I don't know why.
Admittance: I lied. I know why I dislike her, but that's for me to know and ... for me to keep to myself. :-)
Admittance: I'm secretly a drama queen. Everything in me screams, "Hate her! Do something disastrous and stupid!... it'd make a really cool story." But that's not right.
You know what I'm really afraid of? Being a failure.
And do you know what's the most sad? I am.
And do you know what else I'm afraid of? Not being able to change.
My track record says that I live in a nightmare.
I'm going to go...ugh... wash dishes.
Samia
Anyway. Have you ever come across a person that just makes you mad? Maybe it's not even in something that they've done, maybe it's the way everyone else likes them, or maybe it's just something in the way they look at you? Or maybe you don't even have a reason and you can't come up with one. But you don't like them and, for the life of you, you believe you never could. Sure, you might be polite, smile and say hello, you might even try to like them, but all the while on the inside you can't wait to get away. I've heard these people described before... but I never thought I'd meet mine.
Admittance: I have.
Yep. I wish I could like her, really I do. She is very sweet, so is all of her family... I bet if I spent a week with her I still wouldn't be able to come up with something that's wrong with her, something that would make me dislike her. But I dislike her and I don't know why.
Admittance: I lied. I know why I dislike her, but that's for me to know and ... for me to keep to myself. :-)
Admittance: I'm secretly a drama queen. Everything in me screams, "Hate her! Do something disastrous and stupid!... it'd make a really cool story." But that's not right.
You know what I'm really afraid of? Being a failure.
And do you know what's the most sad? I am.
And do you know what else I'm afraid of? Not being able to change.
My track record says that I live in a nightmare.
I'm going to go...ugh... wash dishes.
Samia
Friday, April 9, 2010
Time for a new look.
I haven't changed my colors in a long time and just after I'm done with this post I'm going to change the theme.
My Dad has a website for the family- oh, I should probably give you the link, it's kind of fun to read... http://familyloftus.com/
Anyway, my Dad just set it up so that I could change the website's design... so... I thought I'd do that with mine.
Tell me what you think
Samia
My Dad has a website for the family- oh, I should probably give you the link, it's kind of fun to read... http://familyloftus.com/
Anyway, my Dad just set it up so that I could change the website's design... so... I thought I'd do that with mine.
Tell me what you think
Samia
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Life's not as easy as I expected...
So, personally I think that quoting a song on a blog is silly, because why do you have a blog if you can't say what you want to in your own words... but, this was too good to resist. It's so me.
"At twenty years of age I'm still looking for a dream
A war's already waged for my destiny
But You've already won the battle
And You've got great plans for me
Though I can’t always see
‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me"
When I was just a girl I thought I had it figured out
My life would turn out right, and I'd make it here somehow
But things don't always come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt
‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me
And you’re free to be you
Sometimes I believe that I can do anything
Yet other times I think I've got nothing good to bring
But You look at my heart and You tell me
That I've got all You seek
And it’s easy to believe
Even though
‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me
A war's already waged for my destiny
But You've already won the battle
And You've got great plans for me
Though I can’t always see
‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me"
When I was just a girl I thought I had it figured out
My life would turn out right, and I'd make it here somehow
But things don't always come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt
‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me
And you’re free to be you
Sometimes I believe that I can do anything
Yet other times I think I've got nothing good to bring
But You look at my heart and You tell me
That I've got all You seek
And it’s easy to believe
Even though
‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me
Monday, April 5, 2010
Earthquake!!
This truly is a momentous occasion. Yesterday afternoon, (Easter Sunday, April 4, 2010) I felt my first earthquake!! What a bizarre feeling... it was very strange. I've only lived in Southern California for EIGHT YEARS and this is the first earthquake I've ever felt. Sure, I've been in earthquakes, they happen all the time here, but this was the first one I ever noticed. Apparently I'm not as observant as I thought I was. :-)
The USGS (United States Geological Survey) is saying that what we felt was a 7.2 earthquake whose epicenter was in the the area of Baja, CA/ Mexicali CA which is pretty much (I think...) on the border between Mexico and California (hence it's called Mexicali, or Calexico). It happened at 3:40pm, but it wasn't the only quake that day. It looks like there have been several fairly large earthquakes down there along the San Andreas fault, most of them are being called aftershocks, but they're up in the 5.s. As of right now, I've only heard of two deaths caused by the quake... but who knows, maybe it's not over yet- some people do believe that one day California will fall into the ocean. Haha, I guess we'll see. :-)
Wow. I just checked the index map of recent earthquakes in CA/NE- since last night at about 9pm there have been somewhere upwards of 600 earthquakes in the state and it look like the majority of them were near Baja. They're all 3. and smaller, but that's still actually kind of frightening. 3/4s of the earthquakes in the state in the last week (there have been 966 quakes in the last week) happened yesterday. I tell you- were getting nearer to Christ's return- or something.
I'm having fun using my imagination today :-)
Samia
The USGS (United States Geological Survey) is saying that what we felt was a 7.2 earthquake whose epicenter was in the the area of Baja, CA/ Mexicali CA which is pretty much (I think...) on the border between Mexico and California (hence it's called Mexicali, or Calexico). It happened at 3:40pm, but it wasn't the only quake that day. It looks like there have been several fairly large earthquakes down there along the San Andreas fault, most of them are being called aftershocks, but they're up in the 5.s. As of right now, I've only heard of two deaths caused by the quake... but who knows, maybe it's not over yet- some people do believe that one day California will fall into the ocean. Haha, I guess we'll see. :-)
Wow. I just checked the index map of recent earthquakes in CA/NE- since last night at about 9pm there have been somewhere upwards of 600 earthquakes in the state and it look like the majority of them were near Baja. They're all 3. and smaller, but that's still actually kind of frightening. 3/4s of the earthquakes in the state in the last week (there have been 966 quakes in the last week) happened yesterday. I tell you- were getting nearer to Christ's return- or something.
I'm having fun using my imagination today :-)
Samia
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
So it's been awhile... How many times have I said that?
Well, I never did post pictures did I? Well, I didn't take them either- oh well, I guess I will eventually. I actually found a little shop in Burbank that sell work for local artists- so I might be able to go through them. That would be easy. I do seem to like the easy road, don't I? Sometimes I feel like a spectator, like I'm not the one living my life, somebody else is and I have to sit by and just watch someone else ruin it. Maybe that's my way of letting out my frustration.
Do you ever just feel like you could skip to the end? I love life, sure, but I'm so ready to have it almost be over, so that I can look back and enjoy the memories and completely forget about all of the worries...
I guess in a way I'm fishing for answers- unfortunately nobody hears me until after I've come to the end and posted my paragraphs... that doesn't really help me right now.
My parents really want me to get a job. I suppose I'd like to get a job too. Well, maybe just an income :-P. Anyway, so I signed up with this thing called SitterCity, it's for babysitters, petsitters, and nannys to connect with potential employers. Scary. Me, a nanny. I really am not fond of parents, or at least I've always said that. Right now I'm wondering if I was just afraid that becoming a nanny was like determining that I'd be an old maid and never have dreams of my own, or a real job, or fall in love, or have my own kids... or even have friends. I guess I watch to much TV. Actually I do. I know that for a fact. It's one of the reasons that I've been a zombie for the last few days... too much TV. Wow, tangent.
Anyway, apparently there really wasn't a point to this post... I'm going to go think for once and then maybe I'll come back and blog again later when I have a brain. :-D
Samia
Do you ever just feel like you could skip to the end? I love life, sure, but I'm so ready to have it almost be over, so that I can look back and enjoy the memories and completely forget about all of the worries...
I guess in a way I'm fishing for answers- unfortunately nobody hears me until after I've come to the end and posted my paragraphs... that doesn't really help me right now.
My parents really want me to get a job. I suppose I'd like to get a job too. Well, maybe just an income :-P. Anyway, so I signed up with this thing called SitterCity, it's for babysitters, petsitters, and nannys to connect with potential employers. Scary. Me, a nanny. I really am not fond of parents, or at least I've always said that. Right now I'm wondering if I was just afraid that becoming a nanny was like determining that I'd be an old maid and never have dreams of my own, or a real job, or fall in love, or have my own kids... or even have friends. I guess I watch to much TV. Actually I do. I know that for a fact. It's one of the reasons that I've been a zombie for the last few days... too much TV. Wow, tangent.
Anyway, apparently there really wasn't a point to this post... I'm going to go think for once and then maybe I'll come back and blog again later when I have a brain. :-D
Samia
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Days Like These
Well, I'm not in school anymore. I guess I was just cut out for something different.
God works in mysterious ways. I've seen how He's worked in my life for the last few months... well, the last few years actually. He sort of just stepped back and let me make bad decisions, one after another, until I was frustrated with myself and more selfish than I have ever been, ready to give up everything I know for what I wanted- and then He stepped in and said, "Wait on the Lord and He will act", "Trust in the Lord", "God works all things together for good, for those who love Him, those who are called according to His purposes."
He did all that, He let me loose and let me do what I wanted, He let me get in debt, He let me do a whole bunch of things that He knew that I would regret later- just so that I would see that I don't trust Him fully, and He is in control! I don't have to worry about anything- not my job, not my family, not my school, not any of my life- because He is in complete control. Of everything. And when I worry about things, it's my way of trying to "trump" God, trying to put myself in control instead, when really, I'm not in control of anything- I never have been. And, knowing that He is in control, I have no good reason to doubt that what He does is best. I shouldn't be afraid that what He gives me is not what I wanted, because what I want doesn't matter- it's not about me.
I was reading through Psalms this morning (my favorite <3 ) and I stopped at chapter 6 as I realized that I had been listening to all of the ideas that this world promote- You deserve it, Get what you want, You can do anything that you set your mind to, Stop letting people tell you that you can't do what you want.... and more. I've learned today that I am a very impressionable person and that it doesn't take much to make me do something that I might not have done with a clear mind- a mind focused on Christ.
Anyway- all that to say is that two of the bad decisions that I've made were to go to The Master's College and to leave The Master's College. But here I am, at the place where my ignorance and stupidity has brought me to, and here I will stay, until God tells me otherwise. Because He is in control- not me- and He knows what's best for the rest of my life- not me- and He knows what I want, but He has promised me that what He has in store for me, even if it's not what I want right now, is better than anything that I could plan, because He knows best and He loves me. Isn't that crazy?! The God of the universe loves me! Me, who ran away from Him and did what I wanted instead, without even giving Him a thought! He gave up everything- more than I will ever have to give up- for me. And He loves me that much, always, even when I'm on the run. Boy, does that make me feel guilty.
Okay, that was another somewhat long tangent- but the point of this post is to tell the few people who read this blog about a new business- well, almost new, it's still kind of in the works. Okay it's definitely still just in the works, but I'm excited about it!
It's called Days Like These- based on the idea of mixing modern designs with little pieces of history, like jeans and a pinafore, or abstract art over an antique oak buffet and some of my own designs too- and it's name is inspired by the song Days Like These, by Natalie Grant... though that was kind of accidental, I was trying to think of a name and that song came on the radio. :-)
Anyway, I'll be starting out online, because not only am I broke, but also a few thousand in debt too... so a building is kind of out of the question right now... and for a while. But that is the hope. :-)
right now I'm working on using up all of the little bits and pieces of yarn that I have left over from other projects to make baby hats... so if anyone is interested in buying a baby hat... :-) I'm hoping to take some pictures and post them up here sometime this week. Oh and if anyone has questions about what I can do or what I'm planning on doing in the near future with this business you can contact me at days-like-these@hotmail.com
Yeah, so that's that and I hope that the begining of this post was a good reminder to some of you out there because it was certainly a good reminder for me- and I wrote it! God does work in mysterious ways.
And I can't wait to see what He does next!
Samia
God works in mysterious ways. I've seen how He's worked in my life for the last few months... well, the last few years actually. He sort of just stepped back and let me make bad decisions, one after another, until I was frustrated with myself and more selfish than I have ever been, ready to give up everything I know for what I wanted- and then He stepped in and said, "Wait on the Lord and He will act", "Trust in the Lord", "God works all things together for good, for those who love Him, those who are called according to His purposes."
He did all that, He let me loose and let me do what I wanted, He let me get in debt, He let me do a whole bunch of things that He knew that I would regret later- just so that I would see that I don't trust Him fully, and He is in control! I don't have to worry about anything- not my job, not my family, not my school, not any of my life- because He is in complete control. Of everything. And when I worry about things, it's my way of trying to "trump" God, trying to put myself in control instead, when really, I'm not in control of anything- I never have been. And, knowing that He is in control, I have no good reason to doubt that what He does is best. I shouldn't be afraid that what He gives me is not what I wanted, because what I want doesn't matter- it's not about me.
I was reading through Psalms this morning (my favorite <3 ) and I stopped at chapter 6 as I realized that I had been listening to all of the ideas that this world promote- You deserve it, Get what you want, You can do anything that you set your mind to, Stop letting people tell you that you can't do what you want.... and more. I've learned today that I am a very impressionable person and that it doesn't take much to make me do something that I might not have done with a clear mind- a mind focused on Christ.
Anyway- all that to say is that two of the bad decisions that I've made were to go to The Master's College and to leave The Master's College. But here I am, at the place where my ignorance and stupidity has brought me to, and here I will stay, until God tells me otherwise. Because He is in control- not me- and He knows what's best for the rest of my life- not me- and He knows what I want, but He has promised me that what He has in store for me, even if it's not what I want right now, is better than anything that I could plan, because He knows best and He loves me. Isn't that crazy?! The God of the universe loves me! Me, who ran away from Him and did what I wanted instead, without even giving Him a thought! He gave up everything- more than I will ever have to give up- for me. And He loves me that much, always, even when I'm on the run. Boy, does that make me feel guilty.
Okay, that was another somewhat long tangent- but the point of this post is to tell the few people who read this blog about a new business- well, almost new, it's still kind of in the works. Okay it's definitely still just in the works, but I'm excited about it!
It's called Days Like These- based on the idea of mixing modern designs with little pieces of history, like jeans and a pinafore, or abstract art over an antique oak buffet and some of my own designs too- and it's name is inspired by the song Days Like These, by Natalie Grant... though that was kind of accidental, I was trying to think of a name and that song came on the radio. :-)
Anyway, I'll be starting out online, because not only am I broke, but also a few thousand in debt too... so a building is kind of out of the question right now... and for a while. But that is the hope. :-)
right now I'm working on using up all of the little bits and pieces of yarn that I have left over from other projects to make baby hats... so if anyone is interested in buying a baby hat... :-) I'm hoping to take some pictures and post them up here sometime this week. Oh and if anyone has questions about what I can do or what I'm planning on doing in the near future with this business you can contact me at days-like-these@hotmail.com
Yeah, so that's that and I hope that the begining of this post was a good reminder to some of you out there because it was certainly a good reminder for me- and I wrote it! God does work in mysterious ways.
And I can't wait to see what He does next!
Samia
Friday, January 8, 2010
Back at it again <3
I haven't blogged in a while and I haven't taken any photos in a while- so here I am doing both! :-)
My family just moved into a new house- its so much bigger, in fact, I think I'm going to have a party later this month and we rarely ever had parties at the old house! I personally appreciate it because I'm back from school now and I'll be living at home this next semester and through the summer- unfortunately I don't have my own room, but over the years I've kind of gotten used to that. Besides, I like my roommate- He's cute. :-)
My family just moved into a new house- its so much bigger, in fact, I think I'm going to have a party later this month and we rarely ever had parties at the old house! I personally appreciate it because I'm back from school now and I'll be living at home this next semester and through the summer- unfortunately I don't have my own room, but over the years I've kind of gotten used to that. Besides, I like my roommate- He's cute. :-)
So here are some photos that I took yesterday. I like looking at photographer's blogs, especially photographers that I know (Lukas Van Dyke- though, I know who he is, I've never met him, but I know his wife; Becky Woodfeild- my RA; Emma Harasick- a girl from church; and Cassia Van Dyke- Lukas' sister)
Anyway- yesterday I was looking at Lukas' blog and decided that I should get out the camera for fun again, and I did- I didn't come out with very many good ones because I need glasses a tiny bit and couldn't tell that nearly all of them were blurry until I had put them on my computer! So here's what I got:
Anyway- yesterday I was looking at Lukas' blog and decided that I should get out the camera for fun again, and I did- I didn't come out with very many good ones because I need glasses a tiny bit and couldn't tell that nearly all of them were blurry until I had put them on my computer! So here's what I got:
We have a crab apple tree...
And Rose Bushes...
And Oranges...
And lemons...
And a beautiful lamp post out front!
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