Children's Books

My co-worker, Kern, asked me a little while ago about my favorite children's books. I had to think about that for a minute. I have read a lot of children's books and I do have favorites, but they are pretty classic and not exactly what she was looking for.

My Grandmother used to read "Goodnight Moon" to me when I was little. I really love this one.


Curious George is another favorite. I don't know what it is about that little monkey that gets me so much, but he sure does get me. Ben Garcia has this little face that he makes that looks just like Curious George. So cute.

I am also a HUGE fan of anything by Beatrix Potter. Hunka-Munka was a personal favorite of mine, as well as my siblings. It was really just too much fun to say Hunka-Munka.

Also, a new favorite is Lilly's Purple Plastic Purse. I first heard of this when the Springer did the stage production two summers ago.


Another one that I fell in love with, although I was already in love with this one and I was just re-introduced to this one, is "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" series. The Springer did "If you Give a Pig a Party" this past summer and it was just too cute!

Just a small reading list for the younger readers. SJC, take note, ok?

Early Voting

I have to vote early. I hate that. With a fiery passion. I hate it because I really love to vote. Sounds silly and weird, I know. But I do. Voting early seems like opening all of the presents under the tree before Christmas morning and then wrapping them back up again. There is something exhilarating to me about the first Tuesday in November. There is a tension in the air and a buzz all around. And I love it. I really love it. However, I know that my time on Tuesday will be better spent on a street corner with a Terry Yarbrough sign in my hand, then standing in a line to cast my vote for hours and hours. So, I am going to go vote on Thursday morning.

I have been hearing horror stories from various folks about standing in line for early voting. My friend, Erica, stood in line at the library from ten to three yesterday. My dad went to the college yesterday morning and he was there around 8:20, was number forty in line, it took an hour, and by the time it was his turn there were two hundred and forty people behind him. Yeah. That's just crazy. Think about it, an hour for every forty people. Craziness. Thus, I am going to go and vote early. Even though it pains me to do so.

One Foot in Front of the Other

*This was written by Cory Southwell. I loved it so much that I had to share. Click here to read his blog.

alarm goes off.

wake up.

don’t want to.

get dressed.

brush my teeth.

make my bed.

ha, yeah right.

trudge down the stairs.

push open the doors.

step outside.

burst of fresh air.

crisp.

clean.

no, not clean.

this is boston.

not home.

crisp.

refreshing.

sunrise.

no clouds.

blue sky.

damp air.

dew on the ground.

cool breeze.

pefect.

early morning jog.

no cars coming.

cross the street.

pick one foot up.

put it down.

other one up.

and down.

up.

down.

up, down.

up, down; up, down.

faster.

and faster.

steady pace.

going strong.

clearing my head.

time passes.

ever so slowly.

rest of the world is moving in slow motion.

i’m passing it by.

up, down; up, down.

up, down.

up.

down.

slowing down.

out of

breath.

shape.

time.

end up back in my room.

tired.

sweaty.

shower.

get dressed.

trudge down the stairs.

push open the doors.

off to class.

And so it goes

Leave it to Ron Anderson to make life a little more complicated than it already was. After leaving LaGrange College, changing my major thirty times (ok, it's only been six times, but still...), and falling in love with journalism and photography, I thought the whole theatre bug was out of my system. Even working at the Springer Opera House and doing Winnie the Pooh didn't make me second guess myself. However, Mr. Ron casting me in Father of the Bride and the process I have gone through with that production has made the wheels in my head start to turn. And I don't know how I feel about that.

In the long term plan that I have in my head, I see myself finishing school, moving to D.C. or somewhere similar and writing for a newspaper or freelancing and writing for several papers, being a photographer and going to crazy places to get the perfect shot, changing the world one picture and/or article at a time, and traveling a good deal. Theatre was not a part of this equation. And I didn't want it to be. I was burnt out and in need of something else. However, I find that this is a job that I enjoy immensely. I get paid to play, read, research, be someone else for a little while, and spend time with really interesting people. I get to be the diversion that people seek when the world goes to hell in a handbag. Because of my job in the theatre, I have a voice that people are listening to. I have the opportunity to impact communities, tell a story that has either never been told or has been forgotten, and relieve the stress that people are feeling in their everyday lives. I am a part of an industry that has survived wars, depressions, and economic recessions. I do like that.

I could be a writer and an actor and a photographer. Either way, I'll be poor. It's not like any of those professions are something that one chooses to do for the money. I could still work with children and be apart of the arts education movement that I am so passionate about. I could freelance and finish that book. I could take pictures on tour, do headshots and other various shoots. This could work. It really could.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Ron.

Opening Night

There is something about opening night that is nerve racking, exciting, and terrifying all at the same time. During our cast and crew meeting, our director told us that there are two things that actors think about right before they go on stage; "Is my zipper up?" and "What is my first line?". He's right. I checked my dress and kept repeating "Good Morning, Everybody!" over and over again.

Nerves didn't really hit me tonight. Rehearsals have been so productive and that provided a sense of security. That along with the fact that we have a fantastic team of actors on stage working together to pick each other up should we fall.

Today was a nice, relaxing day. A late morning rehearsal, lunch with Anthony, a trip to the GAP and an errand for Anthony, a trip to Barnes and Noble, back to the theatre for a radio spot (Listen to 95.3 in the morning from 6-8:35), and then we had our first show. Nothing strenuous. I was relaxed, focused, and ready to attack the show with vigor and gusto.

Great audience tonight. They seemed to love the show and we most definitely loved them. Being able to hear how an audience reacts to certain moments made the night fun for all involved.

If you want to read the article from the paper, click here.

The show runs through November 1st! Come see it!

Verse of Choice

"...my soul silently waits for God..."

Psalm 62:1

"POOH" Closes

I played my last show for Winnie the Pooh last night. One part of me is sad, while the other is so very glad that I can now focus on just one show. The highlight of my night was the fact that Micah, Tricia, and Sara James Carver, along with Tricia's mom, Mrs. Darrah, all came to see the show.



I was more than thrilled to have them there and to be able to hang out with Micah, Tricia, and Baby Smith afterwards. Nights like last night are my favorite kind. Good friends, good food, and chocolate cake. Oh, and mixed tapes. Is there anything better?

Here's to closing a good show and opening another in 6 days. Cheers!

**Photos by Micah Carver via Mrs. Darrah's camera.

Father of the Bride

I'm sitting in rehearsal on a break and I wanted to let you all know that I am still alive. I know that you were all wondering. My blog posts are further apart and I haven't been seen for a few weeks. I've been living at the Springer. Or at least that is what it feels like. In truth, I have just been in rehearsal, going to school, and trying to squeeze in lunch with my mom, a phone call with my dad and siblings, and all my Young Life friends.

Rehearsals are going well. We blocked the show within the first two days. We have been working through since Thursday of last week, which is pretty good. Today, we are working the first act. Stop and start. Stop and start. Stop and start. I love this part because this is when we actually start to talk about the show and what we mean when we say so and so.

As we move further into this process, I will post part of the journal that I am keeping during rehearsal. (That's for you, Ansley!)

Sweet Moments

Sweet moment #500483- Watching the V.P. Debate with Ron Anderson and Joe Nelson, while texting Micah. Priceless.

Ice Breakers-Ice Cubes

I have fallen in love with these yummy little sugar free lumps of joy. They are cold when you first start chewing and they just have the best flavor. They are somewhat expensive and I hate spending a lot of money on gum since I chew so much of it. But I cannot resist these delicious little treats.

Caroline

On December 14th, 1989, Caroline Elizabeth Garcia was born and 19 month-old, Theresa Naomi, was not happy about this turn of events. This little munchkin was taking over my territory. However, after almost 19 years of having her in my life, I can say that I am truly grateful for her presence in my life.

For lunch today, I met Caroline and our best friend, Liz, at Moe's. Time with these two ladies makes my heart sing and is always uplifting. After playing catch up with each other's lives, we settled into the detailed questions we were dying to ask. Caroline did most of the talking today, as her life details are weighing the heaviest on all our hearts. I am continuously amazed by Caroline and her maturity, her faith, and the peace that flows through her.

I am not going to go into detail about our conversation today, as that would betray Caroline and Liz's confidence, but I do want to share some things about Caroline and what makes her so very special to her big sister.

Caroline balances me out. Whereas I am very much ruled by my emotions, Caroline is more logical and able to think clearly about most issues, putting her emotions aside. Caroline has faith that could move mountains. Even in moments where it would be completely understandable if she fell somewhat apart or doubted the master plan, she appears calm, cool, and collected. As her big sister, I should be setting the example for her, but she sets one for me. I look up to and admire Caroline in every way. She is beautiful, inside and out. She is positive, always looking for the good to come out of any given situation, lovely because she is loved by the One who matters, stronger than almost anyone I have ever met, selfless beyond what most people would consider, obedient to her Heavenly Father, steadfast in what she knows to be right, pure in heart and mind, disciplined, loyal, faithful, joyful, silly, sweet, and my best friend. Caroline is one of those people that makes a room light up with her presence. She is truly a woman of God's own heart and someone that I want to liken myself to.

If you know Caroline, I would encourage you to try and get to know her better. If you don't know Caroline and ever get the chance to meet her, don't miss out on that opportunity. I truly believe in my heart of hearts that your heart would be blessed because of hers. Mine has been.

My Day "Off"

Yesterday was supposed to be my day off. And technically, it was. I didn't have to be at the theatre all day, which was nice, but I did get up and run a 5k, campaign for my Uncle Terry, go to my sister's birthday party, and babysit three of the sweetest boys that I know.

The 5k was held by the Historic Preservation Society. It was downtown and the course provided a lovely view of one of oldest parts of Columbus. I ran the race in about thirty minutes, which I am pretty OK with. I shaved five minutes off of my last 5k time.

Campaigning was next on the list and I teamed up with Andy and Doug for that. We covered a pretty good piece of ground for it just being the three of us.

Afterwards, I headed out to Mom and Dad's for Katie's birthday party. She turned ten yesterday. Her big birthday present was that she got to go to dinner with Caroline and Eathan and then the Taylor Swift concert. She didn't give us quite the reaction that we thought we were going to get, but Ben was kind enough to act out what he thought she should have done.


Mom, Caroline, and I headed up to Upatoi United Methodist Church to get BBQ plates from the fall festival they were having. We got to visit with old friends and neighbors. It was a nice time. Afterwards, Mom took Mary Lou to get her drivers license. Scary, right?

A nap was in order after all the festivities and then off to babysit the Alford boys, William, Henry, and Andrew. This was the most hilarious part of my day. We watched "Frosty the Snowman" twice, "The return of Frosty the Snowman", "Boz, the green bear", and "Scooby Doo." William made a HUGE pallet on the floor and we all snuggled up to watch T.V.. Popcorn, graham crackers, and water were the snacks of the night.


Baths were an adventure, as was bedtime. I am going to confess a lot here in the next paragraph or so. Parents who were thinking about asking me to babysit, please do not let this deter you from asking me. Kids love me. Seriously. So, I got confused as to where everyone was supposed to sleep. William tried to tell me and I thought that he was trying to trick me (since I did that to a babysitter once). I had to apologize to him when I realized that he was right.

William and Andrew went to sleep almost immediately. Henry, on the other hand, did not. He kept getting up and "sneaking" out. I finally went back and laid down with him. After about twenty minutes with no success, I asked him if he wanted some ice cream. Of course, his answer was yes and I told him to sneak down the hallway. I really just did this for my own amusement. He would tiptoe down the hallway with his hands up in the air like he was about to pounce on something. Hilarious. We got into the kitchen, got settled, and started eating our ice cream. All of the sudden, Henry looked at me, grinned, and said "We are going to be in big trouble." I about died laughing.

We finished up and went back to bed, where Henry proceeded to pretend to sleep and snore. Again, bouts of giggles filled his room. We both ended up falling asleep. I confessed everything to Brian and Stephenie and we all had a good laugh. I can't wait to babysit the boys again.

Overall, a great day. I just need a nap now.

Hope

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

At Thy Feet I Fall

**Note** This is not exactly the way that I have sung it, but the words are the same and it is one of my favorites.

At Thy Feet I Fall

words: William Cowper (1779)

God of my life to thee I call
Afflicted at thy feet I fall
And though the water floods prevail
Leave not my trembling heart to fail
Friend to the friendless and the faint
Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Where but with thee, whose open door invites the helpless and the poor?

God of my life to thee I call
Afflicted at thy feet I fall

Does every mourner plead with thee
And thou refuse the mourner's plea?
Does not thy word still fixed remain
That none should seek thy face in vain?
It were a grief I could not bear
Does thou not hear and answer prayer?
A prayer hearing answering God supports me under every load...

God of my life to thee I call
Afflicted at thy feet I fall

Fair is the lot that's cast for me
I have an advocate with thee
They whom the world caresses most
Have no such privilege to boast
Poor though I am despised, forgot
Yet God, my God, forgets me not
And He is safe and must succeed for whom the Lord vow safe to plead..

From the mind of Theresa

The past couple of days have been thought provoking. There have been situations that have come up that have caused me to step back and reevaluate my priorities. Allow me to elaborate on these priorities.

• My relationship with God. Me and God are tight. I think I have talked about my mom's mom (my Grammy) before. She was a praying woman and taught me to be the same. I feel like a lot of my day is spent in conversation with Jesus. I think he is pretty awesome, so I am ok with that. However, I have become more aware of my need to "write His word on my heart." I need to spend more time in scripture, memorizing His word. I was telling my friend, Matt, the other day about some of my favorite scripture and although I still need to ask my mom what the reference is to this verse, one that I say over and over is "What time I am afraid I will trust in Him." What a comfort to be able to recite His promises to myself when I need them. Being able to preach the gospel to myself is a blessing.
  

• My siblings. The more time I spend with my brothers and sisters, the more I love them and want to be with them. My sisters are my best friends and my brothers are my brave protectors.

They pretty much rock and I will take all the time I can get with them.

• Relationships. I have very close inner circle and I treasure those friendships immensely. In the past week, I have seen the need to challenge myself to be more reliable in these relationships. I have a lot on my plate, but I need to focus more on the people I love more.

• Young Life. I am extremely committed to my Young Life friends. Young Life is one of the best things that ever happened to me. It is the best part of my week and I truly treasure the relationships that I have with my teammates and my high school friends.
  

• Me. I am starting to realize that I need to learn to take a little more time for Theresa. I have a lot on my plate right now, but I need to take time to slow down and smell the roses. Or take a nap. Or go get a pedicure. I can think of lots of actions that I could do in "me" time. I think what I really mean is that I need to focus some more time into becoming the woman of God that I long to be. This means learning how to say "No." This means choosing things to do well and not over committing myself. I tend to spread myself too thin and end up stressing out and not really doing anything very well.
  

These are just some of the many thoughts that are going through my head at the moment. More to come soon, I am sure.

Early Morning

I haven't been up this early in awhile. It's 6: 39am and I am sitting on my couch. I've already had a shower, people. Last night, I was so tired that I spent the night at my parents house and just got up and came home this morning. The silly student in me waited until the night before to work on an abstract for my World Lit. class that is due this morning. Oops. The point is that I finished it. Who cares when, right?

After church yesterday, I had a six hour "Pooh" rehearsal and then headed out to the 'rents to visit, get a free meal, and see my sweet Surls. The visit was great, the food was yummy, and Surls was acting like a dog on crack because my parents dog, Cricket, is a bad example. I worked on the abstract for a long time and was getting close to the end when Caroline walked into the room and started talking. I was REALLY good at focusing on her and the paper at the same time. But when Richard called because he needed someone to help keep him awake, there was no way I could focus on all three. I chose Caroline and Richard over the paper. Needless to say, I was up for awhile. I slept on the couch, which was fine. Sleeping on the couch at Mom and Dad's and sleeping on the couch at my apartment are two different things. With one you wake up and you hurt all over because your sofa won the World's Worst Sofa award back in 1978 and the with the other you feel like you are sleeping amongst the clouds because you have slept on the 1978 WWS winner and can easily tell the difference.

My OCD self went back over this post and if this is what I write like at 6 something in the morning, I don't think I should do it very often...

Georgia Tech Game

Yesterday, I was one lucky girl. A friend of mine got me a ticket to the GT vs Mississippi game in Atlanta. The weather was perfect, traffic was light, and the company was wonderful. As if all of this were not enough, the Yellow Jackets beat the MS Bulldogs 38-7. What a day!

The Varsity was the first stop made on this particular excursion, followed by the "Jackets for McCain" table, and then we made our way into the stadium. We had upper level seats on the 30 yard line. They were awesome seats! You could see everything perfectly. The first half of the game was exciting with Jonathan Dwyer's 88-yard touchdown run, a school record. The second half proved less interesting as the Bulldogs had yet to make the scoreboard and it seemed unlikely that they would. However, they proved us wrong and made one touchdown and field goal, much to the chagrin of Tech fans. The day ended well with a win on our end and we left happy with our Georgia Tech Yellow Jackets.

The next stop was the bookstore here I had to get a t-shirt. It was busy and the line was long, but it was well worth it. I got semi-lost on my way out of Atlanta, but made good time back to LaGrange to have dinner with some friends. Mmm...pizza.

All in all, a good day. The Jackets won, I spent good time with friends, and had a break from my busy-ness.

Piglet

I need your help. In rehearsal yesterday, Lisa told us to ask friends and relations what their favorite thing about our character is. Pretty simple, right? What is your favorite thing about Piglet?

My Aunt Sandy sent me an email last night telling me that Piglet is her favorite "Pooh" character. She even collects Piglet stuff! Kinda cool. I need to call her this afternoon and get a reason behind the Piglet-mania.



So, leave a comment and tell me why you l-o-v-e Piglet!

"Once more with feeling, please!"

Rehearsal for "Winnie the Pooh" has begun and we are over halfway through the play as far as blocking goes. Blocking, for those who have no clue what I am talking about, is when the director tells you were to go when you say a line. Lisa, the director, has asked us to be off book (completely memorized as far as script goes) by Friday. I think we are all getting there.

The set is adorable and if you want to see a picture click here. My friend, Jeff Holbrook, has pictures up on his blog. Yay for linking! Jeff is playing "Owl" and you will just love him.

More to come on "Winnie the Pooh" coming soon.

9/11

"I hate math." Ah, the typical Theresa phrase even in 2001. A sunny, cool morning in September, the Garcia house was relatively calm as school work was under way. Mom had gone to take a shower and I was laying on her bed bemoaning the fact that I had to do math again today. The phone rang and I jumped up to answer it. Anything to take me away from the task at hand was more than welcome. My grandmother was on the other end, frantically telling me to turn the television on. "A plane just flew into the World Trade Center! They think it is a terrorist attack!" she cried. I ran into the bathroom and my words were all jumbled as I tried to tell Mama the news. She told me to run and turn the T.V. on.

As we sat watching FOX News, the second plane hit the other tower. We all cried out in horror as it began to sink in the atrocities that were occurring before our very eyes. It was only a little while later that the pentagon was hit and it was then that Mom began getting us ready to go into town. My parents live one mile from the back entrance to Ft. Benning, the largest military training facility in the world. I understood my mother's concern as we loaded up and headed to my grandparents house. It was on the way there that we heard on the radio the fate of Flight 93 in that Pennsylvania field. Tears streamed down my mothers face as the death toll rose that day.

We stopped at a gas station on our way to Grammy and Granddaddy's house. The Ledger Enquirer, our local newspaper, had put out the first extra in years and Mom grabbed a few copies. We were dropped off at Grammy and Granddaddy's and were none to happy about being left. Something about the intensity of the day, even as a thirteen year old, made me want to cling closely to my mother.

I don't remember a lot of the afternoon details. The news was on all day. Grammy tried to get us to watch something else, but we were adamant, as was Granddaddy, that FOX stay on all day. After calling my mother, she came and got me and we spent the rest of the day together. Dinner was eaten as a family and we watched together as George W. Bush addressed our nation. I couldn't watch the whole speech and went to my room, tears streaming down my face as I thought about all the people whose loved ones would not be coming home that night.

The next few weeks were spent volunteering for the Red Cross and other organizations. I wanted to do something more and when I heard about a need that the firefighters had, I knew what I wanted to do. Reports were coming in that firefighters were battling foot fungus and were having to change their socks every couple of hours. So, we started collecting socks. Hundreds of donations poured in from around the city. A truck driver from church was headed to New York in the next week or so and offered to put the box in the cab with him and hand deliver our gift. It was with much excitement and gratitude that we loaded the boxes onto the truck and sent Mr. Henson on his way. The next week at church, I received pictures and iron on patch from a NYC fire department. I was completely thrilled to see the firemen who benefited from Columbus' gift.

September 11, 2001 is one of those days that you never forget. As a citizen of the United States of America, it affected each of us. My mom can tell you where she was when The Challenger blew up. My dad can tell you what he was doing when Kennedy was assassinated. My grandparents could tell you where they were when Pearl Harbor was bombed, on V Day, and the day troops came home from Vietnam. I can tell you where I was on September 11th, 2001.

It was a normal, cool September morning...

O Love that wilt not let me go

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee,
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee,
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee,
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee,
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

Words - George Matheson

The Vander Baker Nuptials

What a night! There was music and dancing, food and wine, old friends and new friends. The sad part is I have nothing to countdown anymore. The Vander Baker Nuptials have been nup-chew-ated and Brad and Sally are Mr. and Mrs. Baker. Yay!

The day started out sunny, got a little cloudy, got really cloudy, rained cats and dogs, and then sunnied up again. Supposedly, it is good luck if it rains on your wedding day. Look it up.

The ceremony was gorgeous with lots of music (typical of a Vander Gheynst), flowers, sweet words, and beautiful people. The reception was fun with great food, terrific music, and good friends. Even little Ben told my dad on the way home "Daddy, I didn't think I was going to like that wedding, but it was actually a lot of fun!" Oh, how funny little boys can be.

Big boys can be funny too. I think the biggest treat of the night, other than being able to celebrate with Brad and Sally, was being able to spend time with Micah and Tricia Carver. This couple has become very dear to me. I appreciate their humor, compassion, and spiritual gifts in all capacities. More the Carvers later.

Micah and I agree. We need to convince Sally and Brad to renew their vows next month so we can all get together again.

Brilliant Weblog Award

I was checking my email this afternoon and saw that I had received an email from one of my favorite people, Amy Johnson. She was writing to tell me that she had been awarded the Brilliant Weblog Award. Part of this award is that you have to give the award to eight other people. Well, she couldn't think of eight other blogs that she liked and, frankly, neither can I. But she gave one to me. So, now I have to share the love. Not as easy as you think. But here goes.

The Adventures of a Georgia Girl. I have to give kuddos back to Amy. I love reading about her life and her dream girl. Amy and her husband have four children, the youngest having just arrived...from China. Read all about the adoption highs and lows from Amy's witty and hilarious point of view.

Katy Streams Her Consciousness. This is one of my daily checks. Everything you have ever wondered about, thought about, or has never crossed your mind comes up on this blog. I love everything about it.

Capture Photography. Another favorite. Jessica and Grant Flynn are exceptional photographers and I love their work. Great site!

The Lauren Bell. This friend doesn't update often enough for me. Her witty rants and lovely view on life are both humorous and enlightening. A must read!

Rehearsal Dinner

After much anticipation, the big weekend is finally here. Tonight's dinner rehearsal for Brad and Sally was lovely. It was at Lake Pines in Midland, Georgia. I threw a party for my parents there a few years ago and so I was familiar with the set up. Sally asked me to go early and help Mark Montgomery, another family friend, get everything ready. Mark arrived before I did and put me to work immediately. We had to set up all the tables and chairs. My lovely friends, Taffy Patterson and Karen Estrada, arrived just a little while later and set to arranging the flowers and beautifying the room. I'll post pictures later. The computer is being difficult.

Dinner was catered by Country's (yummy to my tummy) and there was soft jazz playing all evening. Toasts were given and thank yous were said. There was laughter and tears. Again, pictures of it all will be posted later.

Tomorrow is going to be lots of fun!

Wedding Woes

OK...not really woes. More like Wedding Whoo-Hoos!!! I am super excited about my dear friends, Brad and Sally, getting married this weekend. We have been in wedding mode since Saturday night and it is just getting more and more exciting. Monday night was final dress fitting and first dance session, Tuesday was going away party for Brad, tonight is the Bachelorette Party for Salpal, Friday night is the rehearsal dinner, and Saturday night is the big day!

Monday was when everything kinda hit me. Sally asked me to help with her final dress fitting, which I felt honored to be a part of, and afterwards we just had some Sally and T time. We were chatting and reminiscing and I got a little teary eyed. Sally has become so dear to me and I am very happy for her and Brad. I'm glad that I get to be the honorary little sister and that Sally keeps giving me jobs to do.

Saturday night is going to be beautiful and we are going to party like nobody's business. Sally keeps saying that the part she is most looking forward to is seeing all the faces of the people that she and Brad love the most all sitting in the same room together. I, for one, am excited about seeing Micah and Tricia, Karen, Taffy, and all of the other out of towners that will be making their way to Columbus for the Vander-Baker nuptials.

So, here's to Brad and Sally and a very exciting weekend!

Father of the Bride

Last week, as the cast list for "Winnie the Pooh" was finalized, Mr. Ron (my boss) began seriously casting "Father of the Bride."  He asked me to come in and help him read a young man by the name of Ben Reed for the part of "Buckley."  Buckley is the fiance of Kay, the bride.  I read Kay for about twenty minutes before Mr. Ron said he was satisfied with Ben's audition.  I was about to show Ben where the costume shop was when Mr. Ron stopped me and asked me stay behind, he needed to talk to me.  After discussing the show a bit more, he asked me to read again and after breaking to work on some other things, asked me to read once more.  The last scene that we read was a rather emotional scene between Kay and her father.  Mr. Ron was reading the dad and we were both crying.  At the end we were laughing, but it was great audition moment. 

After about a week of a bit of impatience on my part, Mr. Ron offered me the part of Kay on Thursday night.  I am thrilled beyond what I can adequately express though words.  I am so excited about working with the stellar cast and an amazing director (Ron is directing).  I wanted this show from the moment they announced at the end of last season.  I will post more on dates and tickets as the time grows closer.   

Steeple Chase Raffle Tickets on Sale NOW

Each year the Steeplechase at Callaway Gardens raises money for the Arts in Columbus. As one of the beneficiaries of this fundraising event, the Springer receives over $30,000 each year due to the wonderful effort by the Steeplechase staff and volunteers. This year the event includes a Raffle for a 2009 Acura TL 4 Door Luxury Sedan, retailing at $34,440. Only 1,000 raffle tickets will be sold at $100 each. The Springer is selling 50 tickets towards the raffle. Please give Sara Ketcham a call (see number below) or send me an email if you would like to purchase tickets and spread the word to your friends and family! The car will be on display during the run of Menopause The Musical!

Season Tickets On Sale Now! Call the Box Office at 706.327.3688

It's not too much

After nine months, I can listen to Carla Bruni, some of The Decemberists, and the Garden State soundtrack. I don't watch Jeopardy, but that is more because I am not home when it comes on. Not playing golf is more of a time issue and going to Atlanta is something that I do pretty regularly. There's a little black dress that I moved to front of my closet and a sweatshirt that I wore just the other day. Writing out the story, like I swore I would, is a slow process, but is coming along nicely. I eat at Speakeasy and I drive by HHS on my way to work. The Market is one of my favorite places to eat and I go to the Riverwalk to shoot photographs or write. I still love my college football, basketball, and baseball teams and will cheer for the Yellow Jackets forever.

For the first time in my life, I am ok with not knowing what is going to happen next. I know that the future holds some good and not-so-good moments and I am ready to embrace both with passion, gusto, and fearlessness. I know that these moments will help me to grow and I know that "I can do all things through Him who strengthens me." I am confident in His love, grace, and mercy in my life. I am beautiful in His eyes. I am worth something because of Him. I am confident not in myself or because of something that I have done, but because He commands me to live a life free of fear, not to be timid, and to be joyful in all things. This is His will for my life. My faith is so weak and He uses times like these to show me that He has had it all planned out the whole time.

I'm just fine. Even when it seems like too much, even when I want to cry, even when I am reminded, I am just fine.

"...and you learn that love doesn't mean possession and company doesn't mean security...and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. And you learn to build your roads today because tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have ways of falling down in mid-flight... And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and you really do have worth ,and you learn, and you learn..."-Veronica A. Shoffstall

Work Email

I am such a dork, but since most of you already know that I am going to go ahead and admit it boldly. I love having a work email address. It makes me feel legit in what I am doing. Dorky, I know. But so true.

The Women

I am going to be completely honest. I have been racking my brain thinking about the next thing to write about. I think that this is a good a time as any to write about the fabulous women in my life who have impacted me above what I will be able to adequately express through words.

Let's start at the very beginning (a very good place to start).

• My Mother. Obviously, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for this lady. The older I get, the more clearly I see that I am very similar to my mother. We have talked about this and I feel like we have communicated, quite effectively, what we consider the attractive and not so attractive parts of our personalities. How blessed I am to have a mother that loves me enough to be honest with me and work to help mold me, as well as herself, into the woman that we both long to be.
  
• My Mother's Mother. Grammy most definitely had her flaws, but she was a fabulous woman of God. Other than teaching me all the little sayings that I love to use so much, she taught me to pray without ceasing. Anytime, anywhere, for any reason. Because of her, I have, what I think is an incredible, habit of praying to find a parking spaces, to find a book in the library, to make an A of a test, and everything else in my life. In moments of weakness, she told me to get on my knees and pray. And I do. God truly blessed me once again.
• My Dad's Step-Mom. If I have one strong woman in my life, I have a million, but Grandma is most definitely in the running for number one. She married my Grandfather when my dad was 14 years old. My dad is the youngest of nine boys, and no one was thrilled with the fact that Papaw had remarried. She endured many years of rejection and not so wonderful treatment. She was the only Grandmother that I knew on my dad's side and of course, to us kids, she was just Grandma. To her, it was much more than that. To be loved and adored in a role that she wanted so badly to play meant everything to her. I was named for her and she treasured that gesture from my parents. She was ever cheerful, ever loving, and always gave of her time, talents, and wisdom.
  
• My Dad's "Foster" Mother. Long story that I will tell later, but suffice it to say that Grandma Jo is my Grandmother and I love her dearly. She is classy, well-rounded, well traveled, and full of wisdom. Our conversations are always informative and fun. I absolutely adore her and I know that she has had great influence over my long term goals, as well as my career choices.
• Ben's mother. Mama Lou was an intricate part of my life for over three years. She was there when she didn't have to be. She is one of the strongest women I know and I admire her very much.
  
• Alison Ross. What a lady! Her faith is something that I aspire to have, her sweet spirit is precious, and her love and grace are beautiful to experience. I love and respect her as a friend, a mentor, and another mother.
  
• Sally Vander Ghyenst. This lady is one of my dearest friends. If I grow into half the student, performer, business woman, and person that Sally VG (who is 10 days away from becoming Mrs. Brad Baker), I will be one heck of a lady.
  

I know there are more fantastic women in my life, but these are some of the ones that I felt compelled to write about at the moment. For those of you who read on a regular basis, I am sure you will be reading about more of the women in my life. I consider these women essential to who I am today.

Winnie the Pooh

The news is out! The Springer is doing Winnie the Pooh and the cast list is set.

Christopher Robin- Ben Reed
Pooh- Johanna Cabatigan
Piglet- Me and Izzy Brown*
Tigger- Adam Archer
Eeyore- Anthony Jackson
Kanga- Kern Clark
Owl- Jeff Holbrook
Rabbit- Rebecca Woolbright
Roo- Blake Blackman and Nikki Ammerman

Lisa Cesnik is directing and we are all thrilled about that! The show runs October 1st-12th. More details to come!

*Mine and Izzy's class schedules are extremely complimentary. We will be switching off to make the necessary rehearsals and shows work.

Life

I have a bit of writers block at the moment, so this is more of an update post. I know I had better write. If I don't the habit will die and I'll go forever without writing.

Job-I love it! I told my mom last night that I feel like I have goofed off all day when I leave work because even though I have been productive, I love what I am doing so much that it doesn't feel like work. What a great feeling!

Young Life-We have a leader kick off this Saturday at the lake and I am super excited. Club and Campaigners start next month and I ready to get into the groove of things.

Family-Everyone is doing well and staying busy. Lots of school and extra curricular activities going on.


Friends-Good in this department too. Just staying busy.

Photography-Fantastic. I am getting more into a groove in this area and finding my style. I think that I have decided on a trademark look and I am excited about working on this. Craig Wilson took me to his family's house out in Waverly Hall, Craigfield, and I was able to get some of, what I would say, are my favorite shots I've taken. I'll post more on this later.


I think that is all for now. More later...

Thoughts of Fall

With my beach trip over and done with, my thoughts turn towards the fall. It seems as if every season has me longing for the next. When it's winter, I want spring. Spring makes me want the weather to be even warmer and summer creates a yearning for fall and all the wonderfulness that it embodies.

Here is my top ten list of Fall Favorites in no particular order:

• Georgia Tech Football
• Sweaters
• Leaves changing colors
• The routine of school
• Knee-high boots
• T.V. shows starting back up
• Brisk mornings, cool days, cold nights
• The smell of fireplaces burning
• Being able to see my breath
• Thanksgiving
  

TLC, PCB '08-Day 3

I'm in the car with Caroline and Liz, headed back to good ole' Georgia. This morning was beautiful, but a little hot for Liz and her sunburn. I woke up when Liz came into the bedroom around eight. We all curled up in the bed to talk about the day before and the sunburn and the weird dreams that we had the night before. After some pillow talk, we got up and went down to the beach for some quiet time and what we called “Beach Church.” We prayed together and read our bibles aloud to one another. What a sweet time with sweet friends. And how special it was to meet with our Creator, sitting before the vast, endless sea and to feel so small and inadequate in His presence. Psalm 8 sums it up when it says “When I consider the works of your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place. What is man that you are mindful of him? The son of man that you care for him?...you have crowned him with glory and honor...you have made him ruler over the works of your hands. You have put everything under his feet. All flocks and herds, the beast of the fields, the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea, all that swim the paths of the seas. Oh Lord, our Lord! How majestic is your name in all the earth!”

After showers and a bit of packing, we headed out for lunch and some more souvenir shopping. We decided on BackYard Burger (Caroline's favorite. We had one in Columbus and they closed. She was crushed.) and then Alvin's Island, which was possibly the largest souvenir shop ever. I am not kidding. Just when you think you hare reached the back wall, you realize that it keeps going. Geesh. I am a little surprised that we made it out alive. We decided that it was in our wallet's best interest to leave. So, we headed back to the condo to finish packing and say goodbye to the perfect weekend.

It's raining now as the trusty Tundra gets us safely back to Columbus. Caroline said it was Florida crying because three fabulous girlies are leaving the sweet, sunshine state. Mmmm. What a thought. I'm glad that we have to leave, because that means that we get to come back. I like that there is something special about the beach. Getting excited about the beach is a great feeling. If I could bottle the smell of the beach, the feeling of the sand moving beneath your feet as the waves come up to the shore and then roll back into sea, and the sweet exhaustion that sweeps over you as you fall into bed after a day in the sun and water, if I could bottle those sweet senses, I would be one rich girl. However, as I savor those memories for myself, coupled with the laughter and fellowship of my sister and my might-as-well-be sister, I find that I am rich. Rich in God's sweet love, mercy, and grace. Rich in His righteousness and overwhelming care and concern for His daughter. Rich in His faithfulness to His wayward little one who always thinks that she knows better than her Heavenly Father and whose faith is lacking so much.

Good thoughts to be continued...

TLC, PCB '08-Days 1 & 2

As I sit here in the condo watching “The Holiday” with two fabulous girls, thoughts from yesterday and today are rushing though my mind. More firsts this weekend and I l-o-v-e it.

Caroline, Liz, and I packed up and headed down to Panama City this weekend. The way I wrote it, it sounds like it happened quickly. However, that is not the case...at all. We started getting ready to leave at twelve thirty. We didn't leave until four. After lunch, the bank, pedicures, Target, Liz's apartment, my apartment, and a stop at a gas station, we got on the road. With the radio on and spirits high, we were on our way to the beach. We got to Dothan and this is where things got hairy. We made the turn that we were told to make and it was the wrong one. We didn't figure this out until we were thirty miles out of the way. So after a few phone calls to the right people, we were headed in the right direction again. We stopped at Moe's once we got back to Dothan and had a bite to eat. It was yummy to our hungry tummies. We made one more phone call just to make sure that we were REALLY going in the actual right direction and we were on our way. Again. I moved to the back seat to let Liz have the front and quickly got cozy. Once we reached the state line, however, we all jumped out and ran over the Georgia state line into Florida, squealing all the way. After a few pictures and lots of laughter, we got back in the car and were on our way once again. I got really cozy this time and I was out like a light bulb. I woke up once we reached Panama City and much squealing ensued.

The condo is just right for three girls. It's a one bedroom, but the bed is huge and the couch is just right for a couple of cozy nights at the beach. The kitchen is small, but good for beach cooking and the living room has plenty seating and a great media center. We watched movies both nights. The bathroom was perhaps the most satisfying and surprising part of the condo. With two sinks and a separate shower and toilet, there was plenty of room for all three girls to shower and get ready for our night out on the town on Saturday.

We woke up Saturday morning to overcast skies and rain. , I'm not going to lie, we were pretty bummed. I refused to get 100% negative though. I mean, we were at the beach. We grabbed some breakfast and popped in a movie and waited it out. By mid morning, the clouds began to thin and we were bounding down the stairs towards the water and beautiful white sand. We played and took pictures for a good hour before running and jumping in the pool to cool off. After a good cool down session, we decided to eat lunch before hitting the beach again. We finished our movie before we realized that the sun was out for real this time. We were more than thrilled, I can assure you. We laid on the beach for the rest of the afternoon with one or two trips to the pool for a nice cool down. Once Liz realized she was a bit burned, she headed back into the condo while Caroline and I stayed on the beach for a bit longer. I fell asleep, as did Caroline I think. Mmm. How sweet the sunshine and fresh sea air was.

We chose Pompano's for dinner and it was fabulous. Liz had the grilled chicken, Caroline had the crab soup, and I chose the sushi. So yummy. I loved the atmosphere of the restaurant. Classy, but relaxed, the interesting light fixtures, along with the the openness of the room provided an inviting and warm environment. Our waiter was friendly and humorous, which only added to our giggly moods. With our drinks constantly full and our food brought out in a quick and timely manner, we were impressed with the restaurant, no doubt. Thank you, Ms. Sheri, for the great suggestion.

Afterwards, it was out to find souvenirs and ice cream. Then back to the condo for another movie and the Olympics. As I sit here with the lights out, Liz and Caroline asleep, and the satisfaction of knowing that Michal Phelps has just won his eighth gold medal, I can hear the rain coming down on our balcony and the waves crashing against the shore. Liz was so right when she said that this trip was good for her heart. Girl time is so important. God has truly blessed me with some incredible friends and one just happens to be my sister (and Liz might as well be). Beach trips are special. There is something about the ocean and the sand and the food and the tee shirts, shorts, and flip flops that is freeing. Freeing for the mind, soul, and body.

“My God is so great, so strong, and so mighty. There's nothing my God cannot do. The mountains are His, the rivers are His, the skies are His handy work too. My God is so great, so strong, and so mighty. There's nothing my God cannot do.”

The Job

After a ton of prayer and breakfast with Mr. Ron, I was called into the Springer to discuss a new position that has become available. Mr. Ron talked with me for about an hour before asking me if I was interested and, of course, I gave a resounding "YES!"

What is the job, you ask? I am the new Education Assistant at the Springer Opera House. In addition to updating the Academy database, putting together study guides for the schools coming to Academy productions, conducting tours and workshops, teaching and T.A. fall and winter classes, and making visits to schools to discuss the upcoming productions, I will also be the editor of the new publication that the Springer will be publishing called "The Call Board." I could not be any happier. I get to do all the things that I love so much and get paid to do it.

Thrilled doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. I can't wait to tell you how the first day goes!

Breakfast with Mr. Ron

It's kind of like therapy, Dear Abby, and John Tecsh all rolled into one. That's right, it's breakfast with Mr. Ron.

Morning coffee is the norm when Mr. Ron calls and asks you if want to get together to chat. Actually, he doesn't really ask you if you want to have coffee or chat. It's more like "I still drink coffee in the mornings...", which is when you think "If Mr. Ron didn't still drink coffee at any point during the day, it either means that hell has frozen over or that the world is coming to an end." But what you say is "Want to get together in the morning?" Of course he says yes and of course you set up the time and place. When you arrive at the designated coffee shop, you order a nice, strong cup of coffee and get comfortable. You know that the conversation will entail a variety of topics from politics to theatre to school to life in general.

This morning was no different. I bare my soul. Mr. Ron listens, nods his head, his eyes well up as he feels your pain and joy, and then he offers the advice that you obviously asked for by agreeing to have coffee with him. Today's conversation started with politics and then moved to more personal subjects.

I'm not going to go into the dirty details. But I do want to share some lessons that I learned over the summer that were the discussed this morning.

1. "Just when you thought it was about to work..." I know that reading this, you are thinking that that is a negative comment to make. However, when I hear this and when I say it, it brings a very positive thought to my mind. The best example that Mr. Ron could have set for me this summer was that no matter the situation, he was prepared for the plan that we made to not go as planned. However, until then, we were going to keep on a truckin'. It's that simple.
2. The only constant in life is change. I wanted everything to be the same this summer as I headed back to the Springer for the ninth time. But when I arrived, I found that while the Springer was the same (kids still wearing gray tee shirts, teachers teaching, Mr. Ron giving "Mr. Ron talks"), I was vastly different. As Mr. Ron put it, two weeks was enough time to figure out that my role at the Springer was different, but not enough time to learn what my new role was. I'm not the girl that spent every summer at the Springer. I went away, went to college, came home, got a job, went through some very personal and emotional situations and the girl that existed just two and a half years ago doesn't exist anymore. That sounds hard and it was (and is). However, I am making peace with that.
3. Inasmuch as I thought that I knew myself REALLY well, I don't. I mean, I know me pretty well and there are parts of me that that I can still say I know. This summer confirmed that. However, there were parts of me that I either didn't know at all or was refusing to admit that I didn't know. I learned that I am more of a big picture girl that is unafraid of making big decisions. But I finally admitted that when it comes to smaller pictures, I am so emotionally invested and attached that I have a hard time making those pictures work and am actually afraid of making decisions in those areas. I learned that I can fire someone, how to be a better listener, that I am not a mind reader, how to be a better boss, and I learned that maybe I am not ready for the hat that Mr. Ron asked me to wear this summer.

Mr. Ron offered opinions and advice on my future, my present, and how to deal with the past. Per usual, he told me he was on my team and that he was proud of me. Ahh. Sweet music to my ears. I told him that I was going on an job interview this afternoon and after some pointers from him, I know for a fact that I have never been so prepared for an interview. Ever.

Aside from the great advice, the opportunity to vent, and the feelings of being loved, admired, and supported, I came away with some great one liners and quotes. Mr. Ron is good at that. He's just so darn quotable. And with that in mind, I'm just going to "roll with it", knowing that the plan is "subject to change."

Buhlud

Ok. So, my mom ordered this thyroid test for me to take. In order to take this test, you have to prick your finger and let the blood drip into this little round, tube thing-a-ma-bob. Well, I am convinced that a) the test people wanted me to put all of my blood into that tube thing-a-ma-bob, b) that I don't have as much blood as the rest of the world, and c) that I have now bled out. I pricked my dang finger so many times that the fingers on my left hand are all purple. I am currently typing with one hand. There were two finger-pricker things and I had to use both because I couldn't get enough blood out of my finger to fill up the tube. Then, mom pulled out the sewing needles, the straight pins, and the safety pins. I had to sit there and prick my fingers for an hour and half trying to get enough blood for the test to work. It was ridiculous. So, now I have sore bloody fingers and there was still not enought blood to get the test to work. There's $43 down the toilet.

And for those who do not get the "Buhlud" reference click here.

08.08.08

I just got home from the Prielozney's where a group of us got together to watch the Opening Ceremonies of the 2008 Olympics. I am still a little awe struck by the amount of glitter and glamour that went into the whole event. From the lights to the fireworks to the enormous number of people to the incredibly bright colors, the entire show was amazing.

While the production was gorgeous and beautifully done, there seemed to be tension in the air. Even at home, there were remarks being made all evening concerning the amount of uneasiness felt as the world turned it's eyes to China. As we watched our own President and First Lady, we wondered aloud about their safety. Think about it, this is the first time that so many of the world's leaders have been together in ages. With all the political unrest it is not really all that surprising that these thoughts were going through our heads. However, as I watched the country of China put on one of the most fantastic spectacles I have ever seen and as I heard the stories being told about earthquake victims and survivors and as China's history was told, my heart went out to these people. You could see the pride that the Chinese felt as they showed the world, in a rather lavish fashion, that they are a country of history, beauty, and resilience.

The following days will be interesting to watch as the events of the Olympics unfold and the World is united in a way that only happens every four years.

Let the games begin.

Coming Back

As I begin to settle back into life in Columbus, I find myself not really wanting to adjust. I find that Thursday nights at Fountain City, Country's Barbecue, Barnes & Noble, and Dinglewood just aren't cutting it. Driving is a bore and CSU (which never held much charm in the first place) is even less appealing than before. There is no hustle or bustle here and walking anywhere with an actual purpose is close to impossible.

I'm not complaining. OK. Yes, I am. But, I am going to do something about it. I have started applications to UT-Austin, UNC-Chapel Hill, USC, and UGA. I have set my eye on Spring semester and while I am prepared for it to not happen until Fall semester, I am pushing for a deadline that happens in the very near future. I am not saying that I am completely unhappy. There are some really wonderful things here in Columbus and I am so glad that I get to call it home. I just know that this is all temporary. I know that the time is drawing near when I fly from the safe haven of home and the little bubble that we call Columbus and find something new and exciting to explore.

More thoughts to come...

Georgia Tech Football

To all my readers,

Please note the color change here on the H.O.D. Blog. In honor of the college football season and my favorite team, the colors here on the blog are white, gold, and navy blue.

Go Jackets!

D.C. Induced Thoughts

My D.C. trip was one of the best things that I ever did for myself. I paid for the whole trip out of my own pocket, made all the plans on my own, and explored a rather large city by myself. I gave myself a small glimpse of life in the big city on my own. This trip proved more and more that I am ready to move away. I was perfectly content being on my own. I was so busy that there was little time for loneliness.

Although I do know that moving away will not be the same as a weekend trip to D.C., there is a sense of similarity. The fact that I was alone for the most part, seeing as my friends in D.C. all have jobs and knowing that, when I do move, it will take awhile to make friends. Also, I stink at directions. Giving and taking. And I spent this entire trip with no map. I was impressed with myself. Also, as much as I knew that my mom was only a phone call away, she wasn't a 20 twenty minute car ride away. I was never homesick on this trip and there was never a moment when I wished that I was back in Columbus, but there were a couple of moments when I wished that my mom was only a car ride away. It was also good for me to realize that I cannot escape or run away from memories or thoughts that seem to invade my mind at the most inopportune moments. No matter where I go or what I do, those memories have to fade on their own, in their own time.

Per Ansley's request, I am including some more thoughts from my written journal.

"Ah, the joys of flying. People watching is always top on my list of things to do no matter where I am...From the tall, awkward, potentially beautiful "librarian", to the man with the wondering eyes whose wife would most certainly cringe if she knew, to the extremely outgoing young man in the next row over, my people watching skills have sharpened and have been thoroughly indulged...I am especially fond of the guy with the sombrero and the lady with the tiara.

My flight was delayed and then canceled. I called my mom to let her know and she asked me if I was scared. I laughed and gave a resounding no. I felt secure knowing that over one hundred other people were in the same predicament. I was calm, cool, and collected. The more stressful situations I encounter, the more I realize that as long as you approach it calmly and act as if you know exactly what you are doing, no one will question your confidence. Apparently, my mother can either see right though me or senses things that aren't there. I think that in this situation, the latter is the more accurate statement.

This trip entailed many firsts for me. I traveled alone, I spent money with zero consultation, I spoke my mind with little fear of the repercussions...I am already looking forward to my next travel adventure. "

D.C. Day 5

Sunday morning I caught a bus to Pentagon City and then took the Metro to McPherson Square where I met my good friend, Cameron Tommey. We met in front of the White House...kinda. We got mixed up, or rather I got mixed up, as to which side we were supposed to meet up on and ended up meeting on the side of the White House. Regardless, we were more than thrilled to be meeting up in Washington, D.C.. It was pretty cool, I'm not going to lie.

Cameron and I headed to Old Ebbit's grill for breakfast and then met up with my college friend at the White House where we were waved in to watch the arrival of the President and First Lady. We stood on the South Lawn of the WH as Marine One landed. As the helicopter landed and then took off again, the rush of wind almost pushed me over.


As we headed back through the Rose Garden and entered the Palm Room, I had my head down looking at the pictures I had just taken. I glanced up for a minute to make sure that I was not about to bump into anyone and who was standing there before my eyes, but Dana Perrino, the Press Secretary. I was speechless. She smiled and said hello and I think that I managed to get out a very jumbled "Hi." Secret Service was keeping everyone moving and everything happened so fast that there is no picture to prove that the above story actually happened, but Cameron can vouch for me. Seriously.

After we left the White House, Cameron and I headed to lunch and then we went to two museums. The first was the Wrenrick and then headed to the Latin-America Art Museum. I think some of my favorite art was found in the Latin-America Museum.

We happened to stumble upon a little Reggae Festival and were completely enthralled by the whole scene. I bought my first piece art! It is by a new artist by the name Ceric MhGie. I absolutely love it and Cameron bought a piece by the same artist. We have matching art. Hehe.

After a spending a little time at Caribou, we headed back to Pentagon City where my friend picked me up. I finished packing and headed to Ronald Reagen Airport for my 6:55pn flight on Delta. However, as we driving I got a text saying that my flight had been delayed by 15 minutes. No big deal, right? Of course not. However, by the time I got back through security and to my gate, the flight had been delayed again. As passengers started to get more and more ancey, I remained calm. A little boy by the name of Will befriended me and we chatted for a good bit until his dad sent him over to "check" on his brothers. He asked me if I was a preschool teacher remarking that I was good with kids. I laughed and said no, I was born into a preschool. As I began reading, the gate attendant came over the loudspeaker and announced that our flight had been canceled due to mechanical problems. No one was happy at this point. They moved my flight, Flight 827, to another gate and it was downhill from there. From there, flight 827 was moved to flight 829's spot and all those people had to wait another hour and a half. The loudspeaker was broken and so the pilot was trying to command the attention of about 300 people since there were to Atlanta flights and one Boston flight all trying to leave from the same area. It was mass chaos. After several different stories and multiple people giving instructions, we finally boarded the aircraft and left D.C. around 8:40 or so. The flight was smooth and quick. We arrived in Atlanta, our luggage was there, and I was headed to Groome. However, once I got there, the line was long and people were arguing over who was going to get on the van. I wasn't about to get shot over who was going to ride on the van back home. I caught the next van and needless to say, I was more than thrilled to actually be on my home so that I could get to a bed and rest my weary little head.

My mom met me at Groome and I spent the night out at my parents. It was nice to be with family and show off my pictures.

More thoughts to come...

D.C.-Day 4

I couldn't believe it was already Saturday as I got up and prepared for another day of site-seeing and fun.

The Newseum was the pick of the day and very likely my favorite part of this trip. A six floor tribute to the history of news, I was awe struck by the incredible amount of history that was packed into this building. As an aspiring journalist and photographer, this was just another encouraging moment in time reminding me why I want to do what I want to do.

We watched a video on the news first and then proceeded to meander through the building. There were parts of the Berlin Wall and a piece from the World Trade Center. The two videos on the WTC were amazing and by the end I was crying. The fact that these reporters were so willing to tell the story and struggle with the balance of reporter and human being was inspiring.

The section that pulled at me the most was the Pulitzer Prize Winning Photos. These photos made me laugh, cry, and pulled at my heart. According to Eddie Adams, this is what makes a good photo. The only thing going through my head was a small voice saying "I want to take those kind of pictures." I was completely enthralled the entire time I was in the Newseum.

After that, we headed to dinner at a little Italian restaurant in Arlington. We were going to head to a movie in Georgetown, but decided against it knowing that the next day would be even bigger.

D.C.-Day 3

My legs hurt so badly by Friday morning. All the walking on the hard cement. Geesh.

Anyway, the Capitol was first on my list after I made a pit stop at Starbucks for a cold coffee drink. I hopped on the Metro to ride to the other end of the city for my Capitol Hill tour. While waiting in line, an older indian gentleman approached me and said "Ah! We meet again!" I was completely lost, as I did not recognize him at all. He said that he had seen me in Starbucks that morning and suddenly his face became familiar. We began trading stories and D.C. experiences and suddenly the man says "You know why I remember you? You look like Jenna Bush!" I burst out laughing. Yes, with my brown hair and 5'2" stature, I most certainly resemble the tall, blonde beauty. I thanked the man for his compliment and set to texting a friend to share the humor. Also in line was Betty from China. She was here as a student and loving the city. It was so interesting to see people from other countries and gather their ideas on my nation and it's capitol. The general consensus was that America was beautiful and the people friendly.

Although I was unaware at the time, I was in the capitol as the drama began to unfold in the House and Nance Pelosi turned out the lights, microphones, and cameras in the House, announcing that the August recess would begin. The republicans were furious. The Energy Bill was being debated and voted on and the end was in sight. Cell phone came out and recording began. Visitors were pulled into the galleries and as soon as visiting hours were over, these visitors were invited to sit on the House Floor as guests of Congress. I cannot believe that I missed all of that. However, I was there.

I headed to the State Department to have lunch with my host's roommate, Matt. He works there and asked me if I wanted a small tour. Of course, I said yes. The State Department was a lot further away from the White House than I thought and so even though I took the metro from the Capitol to the White House, I ended up walking several blocks and was more than a few minutes late for my lunch date. However, lunch proved to be yummy and worth it. There is a small food court in the State Department and I chose to eat pasta. After lunch, Matt took me on a small tour and I laughed when I saw that there was a gift shop on the bottom floor of the S.D.. I fell victim when I got Mom and Caroline gifts. Oops.

At this point, I was tired and I headed to another coffee shop where I waited for Matt to get off work so that we could catch the bus and head home.

Excerpts from written journal:

"Today's thoughts not much different from yesterdays. This trip was wise and has given me a perspective on moving away and starting anew somewhere else. A small taste of the aloneness that come with a different city. I have come to see the futility of attempting to run away from the thoughts and memories that are ingrained in my mind...Being away from my comfortable, mundane, everyday life is helpful, but the thoughts are there and visiting a city where I was happy last time I visited is difficult in it's own way...My thoughts on moving away from Columbus are more frequent..."

We went to Old Ebbit's for dinner and that was pretty much the extent of the evening. I was so tired and bed sounded so nice.

D.C.- Day 2

My excitement mounted as I got ready to go on Thursday morning. I was set to ride into D.C. with my college friend and from there I would be on my own. The morning was already warm and somewhat sticky. Thunderstorms were expected and my trusty yellow rain jacket was packed and ready to go.

My first stop of the day, after I walked past the White House and officially said hello to the nation's capitol, was the Spy Museum. Although this is one of the few museums in the D.C. area that actually charges an entrance fee, it was worth it. There were examples of bugs and small cameras, video biographies, and neat cars. I was especially impressed with the detail and the fact that the museum started with the bible and God telling Moses to send spies to Cannan and worked it's way up though the years to todays agents and technology. After wondering though the the museum gift shop, I went out on to the street and waited for the Smithsonian's American Art Museum to open for the day. The museum opened at 11:30am and I didn't leave until 4pm. It was a fantastic day. I discovered that I love impressionists and modern, contemporary art the best. I ate lunch in the courtyard and then continued to make my way though the four stories that make up the museum.

After I walked through the museum, making sure to sit every chance I got by sitting on the bench in the middle of the room and spinning around in a circle to see everything in the room, I started the trek back towards the White House. I was stopped on the street by some young members of the DNC wearing Obama tee shirts and I was asked if I would like to help vote Obama into the White House. I laughed and said "No, I would not." I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in a coffee shop waiting to go home. I had forgotten my book and journal and so people watching was the sport of the day. I did grab a piece of paper and jot down some thoughts.

"First day out alone. Good. So busy that that there isn't much time to feel lonely. Melissa called at lunch and provided humor for a bit...How interesting to be alone with your thoughts. I really have no choice. My cell phone is on it's last bar and I've nothing to read."

After my un-named friend got off work, we headed home and went to eat at a place called Hopps. For those of you from Columbus, it's a mix of the Cannon, Olive Garden, and TGIF's. After dinner, night shooting was on the list of things to do. We headed to the Jefferson and would have hit up the Lincoln as well, but it was getting late and the humidity was reaching the unbearable point.

Overall, I would say that day one alone was a success. I didn't have a map the whole day and I was only confused once. I think that's pretty good for a small town girl. Don't you?

D.C.-Day 1

Wednesday night as I got on Groome to head to the Airport, my thoughts were racing. I was about to set out on my first trip alone. My mind was full of the implications that came with this trip. For the first time in my life, I was acting completely on my own. I was flying to another city and exploring it all alone. For those who know me well, being alone is not something that I do often or well. However, I was more than ready for this. I knew that the time away would be good for me. I knew it would be good for me because my thoughts were not just on the immediate trip, but on the future as well. As an aspiring journalist and photographer, I know that time away from friends and family will be more often than not and that I will be in strange cities and countries on a regular basis.

Wednesday night went off without a hitch. My flight was on time, my luggage was there when I got there, and so was my ride. After dinner and some good catch up time, I went to bed knowing that the next few days would be non stop.

The Groove

I have been a horrible blogger lately. A lot has been going on and time to write is scarce.

Update:

I quite my job at the real estate office and had a week off before I started my two week job at the Springer as the Intern Captain. During that week, I said (note the word SAID) that I was going to clean my room, clean my car, go to the bank, go to the pool, read a lot, write a lot, sleep, visit with my mom, and about a gillion other things. However, I think that maybe three of those things were actually done.

Yesterday, I started my little gig at the Springer and it is going well so far. I am job-less in two weeks and to be honest, I am getting a little nervous. I interviewed last week for a permanent job at the Springer and found out this afternoon that I didn't get it because I don't have a degree yet. I understand completely. However, I have never not gotten a paycheck. My faith is so weak and I am acutely aware of this. Jeremiah 17:7-8 was the bible verse that came in my email today and it was the perfect verse for today. Let me share. Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust is the Lord. He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit. Anxious in the year of drought. Hmmm. Sounds familiar.

I will fully admit that this afternoon I was angry and frustrated. It was hard for me to place my cares onto Jesus and let go of this situation and to be honest, I am still having a hard time. I know that letting it go will be freeing and I will have peace and yet, it is as if my heart knows to let go and my head says "No thank you." Argh.

I have been quoting scripture and the promises of the gospel to myself all afternoon. My mom used to sing a song to us that went like this; My God is so good, so strong and so mighty. There's nothing my God can not do. The mountains are his, the oceans are his, the sky is his handy work too. My God is so good, so strong and so mighty, there's nothing my God cannot do for you. It's songs like this and verses like the one above that remind me that God is in control of this life that I lead. I am His and He is mine. I am a daughter of the King. His love endures forever. His promises are new every morning. I will praise Him continually.

I fly to D.C. week after next for a weekend trip. I need to get out of Columbus and this is a nice way to do it. I have a wedding in Chattanooga the next weekend and in October I am flying to Texas to see my Grandma Jo. Travel and change will be good for me and it will be even better if I have a job.