Telling time.

My brother and I picked up my parents from the airport last night. They are finally back from the motherland after a three-week vacation there. It was good to see them again, hear their stories, imagine what they saw while they were there (since they didn't take many pictures).

Though that was all great, the funny part was getting to the airport. You see, my father emailed the brother ahead of time with the detailed itinerary. He also checked the flight time on the website before we left for church that morning.

The flight was coming in at 10:45 AM which was late enough that we could go to church, skip out a little early and head to the airport.

So we did and when we got to the baggage claim, it was empty. We look at the arrival times screen and flight 479 arriving from NY wasn't on the list...my brother checks his browser once again, totally confused.
He asks someone at the information desk for help and so it turns out...

The flight was only coming in at 10:45 PM.

Wow. WOW. My brother cannot tell time.
It always priceless when my brother makes a mistake. That sounds mean but I speak from a big sister perspective.

In high school, my senior English teacher always said that the superior race would be those who could read an analog clock. Those who couldn't would eventually become extinct.

So long, bro.

The Versatile Blogger?

Sweetness! My fellow Baylor PR alum and soon to be bride (!!) Amanda Molleur nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award. Thanks Amanda for the hat-tip-- you can read her blog right over here at "The Next Chapter: Blog of a Baylor Graduate and Bride-to-be". And thanks for reading my blog!

Official Rules:
•Thank the award-giver and link back to them in your post.

•Tell your readers seven 7 things about yourself.

•Give this award to up to 15 recently discovered bloggers.

•Contact those bloggers and let them in on the exciting news.

Here we go:

1. I think of most of my blog ideas while brushing my teeth. Only if I could type them out while foaming at the mouth; there would be more to read here.

2. I'm enamored by HOW mysteriously God works. The way he specifically answers prayers in perfect timing specifically with the friends He's provided for me in college and since. I seriously have NO WANTS. Well. maybe one but I absolutely sure God will provide :)

3. I used to be obsessed with chocolate. As in eating it. As in I would lock myself in the bathroom and eat Ovaltine out of the can. It was a low point in my life.

4. I've kept a journal/diary since I was 12. Oh, you would LOVE to know what was in there. To keep with the writer/bookworm theme, I also have a library card and YES, I'm proud to say I still use it. I also vote. Haha.

5. I like yellow. I mention this because my parents bought me a highlighter yellow salwar (indian suit-dress thing). I'll look like a yield sign on Sunday but a very happy yield sign.

6. I don't like shoes all that much. It's probably the most frustrating part of getting dressed in the morning. Flip-flops go with everything anyway.

7. I have two dogs that I'm in love with. I may love them more than my family...
A close second, at least.

And now I nominate my writer friends!

Bindu and her friends- FemmeFuel
Brice (this guy actually has no idea that I read his blog. I'm such a creep.)- irresistibly graced.
Lisa - with reckless abandon
Caroline - the yellow backpack
Sarah - Blondie

Awestruck.

Just finished reading "Heaven is for Real." I heard about this book a few months ago and knew I wanted to read it. Thanks to my friend Christabelle, I finally got the chance.

I thought I was opening up a book that was going to humor and entertain with a couple of short stories and glimpses into a kid's "trip to heaven." Instead, the book had me reeling, crying, laughing and now just absolutely awestruck with what little Colton saw and experienced when he was four.

I don't want to give away all of the stories from this book, but I want to share this one thing.

http://www.artakiane.com/

This is a portrait, "Prince of Peace" painted by Akiane Kramarik. She was 8 years old when she painted it. Akiane also had visions of God and heaven at the age of four. Her parents were atheists and she had no external influences in her life at that age; television or preschool to guide her in any way.

Todd, Colton's dad, recalls in the book that his family often ask Colton what Jesus looks like...


"Still, of the literally dozens of portraits of Jesus we'd seen, Colton had still never seen one he thought was right." 

"Take a look at this," I said nodding toward [Akiane's painting on] the computer monitor. "What's wrong with this one?" 
He turned to the screen and for a long moment said nothing.
"Colton?"
But he just stood there, studying. I couldn't read his expression. 
"What's wrong with this one, Colton?" I said again. 
Utter silence.
I nudged him in the arm. "Colton?"
My seven-year-old turned to look at me and said, "Dad, that's one's right." 


And now I can't stop looking at this painting of my King.

Stop blaming the President.

Unless you live under a rock, you know that the country is about to be halted from borrowing and spending any more money since we've reached our debt ceiling. After President Obama's speech, many responded by blaming the him for the crisis we are now in and have ~4 days to resolve.


I just have one thing to say: stop blaming the president. Stop reiterating about how you didn't vote for him in 2008 and you're not voting for him in 2012. The question is who did you vote for in 2010?

I myself only learned last year how limited his role is. We pay so much of our attention and efforts to electing our executive leader when in reality, society needs to be more concerned with who we place in the House and Senate.

Do you know who your representatives are? Do you know if they have the leadership skills and experience necessary to make and push policies you and I are willing to foot the check for?

This is the real problem and the reason why right now, we have a House [and Senate] that is so broken and polarized that they can't pass a bill to save us from another economic catastrophe.

I can't say that when I fill out my ballot I know without a doubt that the person I'm voting for has the qualifications to lead my district/state/country. But after watching this mess for the past week, I'm going to start caring now and you should, too.

Keith.

 In exactly one month I will be attending my first legit concert and I am stoked.

My favorite country singer, Keith Urban is performing at the American Airlines Center. My sweetest friend and fellow country lover, Caroline will be witnessing this greatness beside me.

For those who have never heard of Keith, let me tell you that he's the epitome of man in many ways.

First, he's an Aussie which means he has that distinct "it's on the barbie" accent.

Second, he plays guitar. I wish he'd play me like that. <--I may regret this sentence later.

Third, he's a bad boy romantic. He sings about love better than any other singer I know. And he knows EXACTLY what a girl wants to hear.

The bad boy image comes from his tattoos, long, unwashed hair and earrings. We must not judge by the cover, friends.

Fourth, he's a family man. He sings about his wife and daughters all the time.

He's a great artist and underrated in the country music industry.

You wanna listen to him!? Here you go.