tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54658642024-03-07T19:06:48.796-05:00Born to FlyHow do you keep your feet on the ground when you know that you were born to fly?Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.comBlogger442125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-39112070208410972052010-09-24T23:19:00.003-04:002010-09-24T23:31:47.614-04:00How's Married Life?Everyone's favorite question for me right now is: "So, how's married life?" And I appreciate their genuine interest in my life. Really, I do.And believe me, I want with all my heart to gush and tell them that it's amazing. That it's fairytale-esque. That my husband and I eat dinner together and talk about our days. That while he does the dishes, I hover in the kitchen regaling him with stories Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-50276531436847383812010-03-13T17:03:00.002-05:002010-03-13T17:19:28.905-05:00QuirkinessI was thinking the other day about my quirks...the little things that make me, well, me. Here are some of them.1. If I wake up during the night or early in the morning and am awake for more than 2 minutes, I have to go brush my teeth. Absolutely must.2. I am obsessed with Law and Order:SVU and want to be Olivia Benson when I grow up.3. The money in my wallet has to be in descending order, all Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-84767169107805706192009-12-15T22:14:00.005-05:002009-12-15T22:30:15.533-05:00BIG NEWS!So, I figured it was appropriate to write a quick post about the fact that Matt proposed to me this past Saturday. I knew it was coming sometime...I had no idea it would be then, though!We had gotten back from Raleigh, after a long day, and it was (for all intents and purposes) sleeting in Greensboro. It was also a) freezing cold, b) nearly midnight and c) did I mention it was cold? Well, it was.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-84075531240161908992009-11-08T18:50:00.005-05:002009-11-08T18:54:19.800-05:00WE DID IT!!!!Allow me a moment. Matt and I trained for and ran an 8k. It was my first 8k, and his too. It was also our first race together. We drove up to the Outer Banks on Friday and ran the race on Saturday morning. The course was an out-and-back course (which, if you're a runner, you probably abhorr), and that means you run out half the distance, and then turn around and run back. It's discouraging Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-87174142614540499282009-10-20T20:38:00.002-04:002009-10-20T20:40:21.525-04:00HahaToday, a RESTRICTED number called my cell phone. I answered. The following ensued:"Hello?""Hi. Can I speak with Roosevelt?""Teddy or Franklin?""Huh?""Nevermind. No one here goes by that name.""uh...okay. I must have the wrong number."Sigh. Okay, so that's not really how the conversation went. I left out the funny quip about which Roosevelt they wanted to speak to. But it did take all of my Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-35994690119200194602009-10-06T23:50:00.002-04:002009-10-06T23:56:53.485-04:00The Longing ConundrumDo you ever long for something? I feel like one word sums up how I've been feeling for a few months now: longing. But I'm perplexed because I don't know quite what I'm longing for.I'm at once longing for the future and the past. I'm longing for the comfortable and the uncomfortable; for the old and the new. And sometimes, I'm longing for the in-between spaces.I've always, no matter what stage I Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-70996361727813001452009-09-18T16:09:00.004-04:002009-09-18T16:14:43.854-04:00Team Day at Chic-Fil-AIt was Team Day at Chic-Fil-A, and if you wore a shirt with your favorite team on it, you got a free sandwich. Tarheels + Chic-Fil-A =Good day! Neither one of us likes pickles, though, as exhibited in the third picture. :) Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-21990851598423815042009-09-18T16:08:00.003-04:002009-09-18T16:09:41.591-04:00Ummm...???My professor wants me to write a lesson plan. This would be fine if:-I knew the components of a lesson plan-I had ever seen a lesson plan-I even planned to be a teacher in the futureSigh. I want to be a social worker, people. You know, I want to talk to kids about their problems. I'm not going to give lectures or do state-mandated curriculum lessons with them.I'll figure it out. I always do.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-92027730341448120512009-09-03T22:27:00.003-04:002009-09-03T22:37:28.814-04:00Blogging HiatusI feel like so much has happened since I last posted. My black lab mix, Riley, moved into my apartment-- my attempt to feel "safe" again. I started back to school (classes include: English, Criminal Justice, The Institution of Education, and Sociological Perspectives on Gender). Matt and I attended two weddings and have started training for an 8k. My most recent list: Really, really hate:NC Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-78683975350448332162009-07-20T14:32:00.002-04:002009-07-20T14:45:10.513-04:00Funny The Way It Is...I got home from work yesterday at about 5:30pm. On the way home, I mentally planned the rest of my evening: watch the rest of Gilmore Girls, shower and change clothes, grab a quick dinner of left-overs, have a game night with David and Katie, then house-sit for the rest of the night. Awesome.I got to my apartment building, unlocked the breezeway door, and found my apartment door ajar, barely Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-61744291739384656872009-07-09T22:09:00.004-04:002009-07-09T22:15:34.218-04:00THIS......is what my life consists of-- at least when I'm at work. Yep, that's right, folks. I'm the bumper boat operator at a local park. :)Ten Things Bumper Boats Taught Me About Life:10. Batteries need a full night to re-charge, a lot like people need sleep.9. If you put one foot into the boat, you better follow qiuckly with the other (or you'll end up in the pool).8. Don't squirt other people with Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-61215180533310057832009-06-27T23:36:00.003-04:002009-06-27T23:58:08.939-04:00My Sister's KeeperI went to see the movie version of Jodi Picoult's book My Sister's Keeper. I'm pretty sure everyone in the crammed theater cried at some point. Although I was initially emotionally stirred, it wasn't until Anna and Kate began calling each other "Sissy," that I cried. I cried because that hit home. My sister, who I envy in so many ways, and used to resent for so many reasons, was also the youngerLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-20079916888196882452009-06-26T18:56:00.004-04:002009-06-26T19:05:11.769-04:00FishingMatt took me fishing this morning. This is the latest in our outings together. We've seen movies (in fact, we made an entire list of movies we want to see this summer and fall), gone to the zoo, hung out at the pool, played countless video and board games, had a cookout with friends and one with his extended family. But today, we went fishing. I fished some when I was little, but I was Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-10752123614960940502009-06-09T22:41:00.004-04:002009-06-09T22:51:47.500-04:00UpdateI'll let the pictures be the update...Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-14764272273550798202009-05-16T00:13:00.000-04:002009-05-16T00:14:06.621-04:00Pondering...What color is a chameleon originally, when it's not trying to blend in? Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-67748628539690435422009-05-06T16:13:00.002-04:002009-05-06T16:24:15.801-04:00I hate the way people react......when I tell them I'm majoring in social work. You'd have thought I told them: "I expect to single-handedly alter the course of history." The conversation with any "adult" has become painfully predictable. "What are you majoring in?" They ask, hoping I'll say "education" or maybe "business," possibly even "political science." "Social work," I say with a smile. And then it starts. It always doesLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-72170720258832540952009-04-30T17:22:00.003-04:002009-04-30T17:28:12.923-04:00RapportOkay, this is going to make me sound stupid and uneducated but I promise I'm not...at least not nearly as much as this blog post is going to make me sound...Last night Alyssa and I were watching the Colbert Report, something I've heard of but never actually watched. I didn't realize he dropped the "t" on both his name and the word "report," making it sound like "rappor." I remarked to Alyssa how Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-35891059984808660682009-04-20T13:23:00.002-04:002009-04-20T13:33:34.481-04:00FearTen years ago, tragedy and evil struck at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado. I was 11 years old that April and in fifth grade. Although I remember the sadness of the adults around me after the Oklahoma City bombing, I do not remember the tragedy or news coverage of the event specifically. But I do remember Columbine.I remember the news footage of students running from the building. I Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-78489441317026381672009-04-15T15:11:00.002-04:002009-04-15T15:20:03.069-04:00Lives of Quiet Desperation"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation." -Henry David Thoreau, WaldenAs a college student, I am living under the assumption that once I graduate I can make my life mean something. Make an impact. Affect change. You know, the naiive belief that I am more than just a vapor.But if that is true, if my life is just a fleeting mist, then Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-59836311106482103272009-04-12T21:48:00.002-04:002009-04-12T21:51:14.235-04:00More to learnApparently I have more to learn to be a true Tar Heel fan:1. Duke is spelled Dook.2. Tar heel is two words.3. ACC = Another Carolina Championship4. (yes, as asked in the last post) UNC = University of National Champions (as demonstrated last week.)I know the song, but that comes from six years in youth group at CHBC...it was pretty much Tar Heel-owned. :)Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-3596745979491363572009-04-09T00:18:00.003-04:002009-04-09T00:28:38.941-04:00PredictionsAbout two months ago, I saw the "error of my ways" and stopped pulling for Duke in the basketball world. I became a die-hard, paint-my-toenails-the-day-of-the-game, t-shirt-wearing Carolina fan. And so, Monday's game was a big deal in a couple of ways. :-)Alyssa, her mom and I made predictions about the final score for the NCAA Championship game. Here they are:Alyssa: Carolina 91 --- Michigan Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-803728838821998512009-04-06T18:22:00.002-04:002009-04-06T18:44:31.808-04:00To This Endlead-verb, used with object1. To go before or with to show the way;2. To guide in direction, course, action, opinion, etc.And so, as I think about the definiton of the word "lead," (the root of the word "leadership), I realize why I feel so confused about leadership with Intervarsity. I was recently asked to become the President of UNCG's Intervarsity Chapter for the 2009-2010 school year. I'm Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-51606553028019476072009-04-03T15:46:00.002-04:002009-04-03T15:51:21.957-04:00Apple Not-So StrangeThis makes Gwyneth Paltrow giving her daughter the name "Apple" seem almost normal. Seriously. Check out this kid's name.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-91665336261477223852009-04-02T13:34:00.003-04:002009-04-02T13:37:11.292-04:00Seriously?Read this. It's cute and all that he wanted to proprose on the Brooklyn Bridge, but shouldn't there have been safety precautions taken? Like...I don't know, a string attached to the ring or something. It makes me even more fearful that when I have the wedding bands for Laura Jo's wedding, I might accidently drop them in the infinite abyss that is the ocean shore. Oh horror!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-42768782420071653162009-04-01T23:24:00.002-04:002009-04-01T23:32:32.489-04:00The Voiceless Break Into SongI came across this passage (Isaiah 35) and I decided to post The Message version, because I like the use of "redress," with its double meaning. I also like the title of this section: "The Voiceless Break Into Song." Tell fearful souls, "Courage! Take heart!God is here. Right here,On His way to put things rightAnd redress all wrongs.He is on His way. He'll save you!Often times the hurt and Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com0