5'3.75" - 165 lbs.

OK - now most women shirk from posting their weight somewhere, and maybe I'll regret this post in a bit, but... whatever. It's a number. It doesn't define me. But please forgive this mini rant....

I am proudly 5' 3.75" and 165 lbs (on average).

The AVERAGE woman in the United States is 5' 3.8" tall (source). The average woman in the United States is 162.9 lbs. (source).

WHY DO CLOTHES NOT FIT ME????????

Why is it one disappointing trek out after another? Why am I forced to wear "petite" and "short" pants? Why am I doomed to forever be "curvy".

I want them to start putting REGULAR and NORMAL on clothes that I wear. Not because I have a complex - because clothes that fit me are invisible. They DON'T exist. I don't know who wears all the clothes that are for sale in the mall... They don't fit this girl-next-door-average-apple-pie-eating-American-football-loving-Midwestern-woman. I just do not understand.

(This is just for miscellaneous clothing items - don't EVEN get me started on jean shopping...)

Can I get a witness???

I now conclude this public service announcement. Thank you.

Beauty in the Breakdown

I should NOT be writing on my blog right now after that rush of adrenaline mixed with a hit of caffiene from Starbucks, but here I am...

Tonight was absolutely lovely. It was good to steal away and talk to someone who isn't in my daily realm of being. It was definitely needed to take the over 1.5 mile walk to dinner and breathe in the fresh air while catching up and discussing life. Sitting listening to Foreigner at SATCO and watching MTV without sound and chatting about life and responsibility, weddings and budgets, house shopping and college life, cleaning and the weather was exactly what I needed. I miss days like that where interactions like that were normal - random walks and dinners with a mixture of different people each day. I miss college.

After dinner, I drove home (though my calves were a tad shaky) chatting with Jim about miscellaneous objects in his desk as he began to spring clean for the big move in 4-7 weeks (depending on when we move!!). That was fun.

My evening derailed a tad when I went to write the check for my car payment. My booklet wasn't where it should have been and I had NO recollection of seeing it somewhere else. The last time I used it was in New Albany... WHAT THE HECK! Where was it?? After ransacking my entire apartment, I found it... Sitting on top of the filing cabinet that I had been scouring and 3 inches away from where I had been looking. If only I had picked up that one last folder... My blood pressure skyrocketed - for what? Something that was right under my nose.

Sometimes I wonder if God's answers to our questions are like that... Within reach the whole time. We're just looking in the wrong spot? Are we scouring over and under every rock except the one rock that He's waiting for us to turn over? Is it some cat and mouse game of figuring out the correct path in life?

I don't know. I don't have any answers right now. All I know is I'm about to go crazy under all this stress... There's beauty in the breakdown.

Lord, I feel at times that I'm lost in the wilderness without knowing where the path has gone. You know the way. Please show me as only You can do... I can trust You with this. I can. Thank You for Your unfailing love and strength that I draw from each day... You are my EVERYTHING.

40 days and 40 nights

Between now and the wedding will be like Noah and the ark. :-) Maybe I'll get my olive branch on April 25th. OOORRRR not. I only work for a comedian. I don't claim to be funny. (ok, so sometimes I do!)

The latest in the packing extravaganza has been coffee mugs and glasses. They have been wrapped in towels and put into the cooler. I've decided to use what I have to pack with until I start swiping boxes from grocery stores or the office.








Also in other wedding-ish news, WE GOT OUR RINGS! :-) These are terrible pictures, but you can get an idea. They are both white gold, even though the coloring is off in the pictures.



I've decided I don't want to pack anymore. It's too much work. Maybe if I close my eyes and wish really hard, it will all appear in Lexington in our new home. No? Sad day...

By Your Side

Why are you striving these days
Why are you trying to earn grace
Why are you crying
Let me lift up your face
Just don't turn away...

6 weeks 4 days

I have lots of wires. These are about half of them.... I have no idea where they came from.











This is currently my living room... All that used to be......











HERE!



The Goodwill pile currently looks like:

Photo Blog

I've decided to chronicle my move northward with photos and captions. Hopefully it will be a fun way to keep everyone in the loop of what I'm doing and what stage I'm in in the move! :-)

I'm excited. You should be, too. First post coming tonight.

46 days!!

your winter

So, I'm finding I only post or write in my personal journal when I'm upset or melancholy. First, I must say that I get frustrated at myself for this. I find that it is very selfish of me to only record the bad things and that it really just shows how much I can take things for granted. Also, it makes me sound like a whiney little baby - and I must say that I don't really think that I am.

Second, well... This is bit of a down post, BUT hopefully I can turn the corner and bring some light too. My lovely roommate posted a lovely blog about forgiveness and it really hit home for me tonight. You can view it here. She spoke of what the Greek word for forgiveness meant in that language and how illustrates a sort of abandon. Sometimes I think that there is no real root of a problem and sometimes there is no solution that will be found by going round and round, duking it out until someone falls. Forgive, forget, move on and ENJOY life.

Sometimes we get so drawn into what's wrong with us and others that we forget how wonderful life is. I myself am terribly guilty of this.

Tomorrow I'm wearing flip flops and sunglasses and pretend like I get spring break. I'm going to sing loud with the windows rolled down. I'm going to LIVE and be grateful for what I have.

Thank you, Lord for the wonderful people you put in my life. Forgive me for the times that I take life for granted... Take my hand and lead me into your presence more and more each day. I am nothing without your grace and love.

I won't be your winter
I won't be anyone's excuse to cry
We can be forgiven
I will be here

Precious Lord, Take my Hand

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on,
Let me stand
I'm tired, I am weak I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

When my way grows drear precious Lord linger near
When my life is almost gone
Hear my cry,
Hear my call
Hold my hand lest I fall
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

When the darkness appears and the night draws near
And the day is past and gone
At the river I stand
Guide my feet,
Hold my hand
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on,
Let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home