Thursday, July 9, 2009

The rant

Ok, so I just need to rant a little bit and I will be alright. I have started to realize this affects most every aspect of my life...I am 21 years old. I do not need to be treated like I am still in high school. No, I can't do it all by myself and I need guidance, but I don't need to be told what to do.

For example, this workshop we are doing. Don't get me wrong, I am still excited about doing it, but there is a ton more work to it than there should be. I do not think the presenters need to be in meeting after meeting of how to do a workshop or over the material they are presenting. I assure you they know what they are talking about. I assure you they know the difference between teaching to high school students and college students. We are going to school for this. If we do not know something, we know how to ask questions, but we should already know the answer. This should be fun and they have made it a bother. We are helping you out. You asked us to do this workshop for a reason.

Scared to mention this area of life in fear of being hated upon. But, if you read this, you probably know. This is where I believe that a senior in college shouldn't be doing the same things a freshman does. Thanks Karolyn for pointing that one out. Meaning I shouldn't have to participate in a ropes course to promote team building. That is what I did all through high school and now all through college. If this is the only way teams can be built, we are in trouble. More I could say about this, but probably shouldn't lol.

Like I said, I know I can't do it all by myself. However, I don't really like when people tell me exactly how to do something when they have given us control. And, I don't like it when we set deadlines for a reason and then they completely shatter. Deadlines have a purpose. I can only do so much.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

"How He Loves"

The David Crowder Band keeps producing hits. Their newest single, "How He Loves," is another great one. I thought I would share the lyrics.

David Crowder Band--How He Loves

He is jealous for me
Loves like a hurricane
I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.

When all of a sudden
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory
And I realise just how beautiful You are
And how great Your affections are for me

And oh, how He loves us so
Oh how He loves us
How He loves us all

He loves us
Oh how He loves us
Oh how He loves us
Oh how He loves
Yeah, He loves us
Oh how He loves us
Oh how He loves us
Oh how He loves

We are His portion and He is our prize
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes
If grace is an ocean
we’re all sinking

So Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets
When I think about, the way

He loves us
Oh how He loves us
Oh how He loves us
Oh how He loves
Yeah, He loves us
Oh how He loves us
Oh how He loves us
Oh how He loves

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Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Oh, Michael

The King of Pop has died and will be laid to rest today. I'm sure you have heard. MJ had some decent music and some pretty cool dance moves, but do you think he should be receiving so much media attention? He died over a week ago. OK, I know I am going to be scrutinized for believing such things, but it is kinda ridiculous in my opinion. I am sad that he died. I am always sad when someone has died. But, this guy scares me. I mean I don't even know what color of skin he has and he molested young boys. Why do we look up to him? I mean the rest of the world. And the video footage of him practicing for his tour just days before he died scares me. I don't know what it is, it just scares me lol. Within the past couple of weeks, we have watched Farrah Fawcett, Ed McMahon, and Billy Mays die. They didn't draw this much attention. This was a silly rant, but I guess that is why I blog. RIP MJ and get off my television!

Sunday, July 5, 2009

West Texas

Fields of grass is all you can see for miles. You can barely see the structures where memories were made. That tiny ghost town leaves a warning on an abandoned building, "Leave Now, Leave Now." The creeks and riverbeds have all run dry. However, the spirit of a small West Texas town of Lefors still lives on.

This past weekend I had the opportunity to attend my dad's high school reunion with him. When the mailer arrived several months ago, I practically begged my dad to go. Ok, it wasn't that bad, but I wanted to see who, what, when, where, and why my dad talked so much about this place. I guess that is my communications instinct and my love of history. A few days ago, my dad told me that none of his friends were bringing their wives. That means there would be no women. But, this is why I love my dad. He didn't even care and still wanted me to go with him. I have to admit I was a little nervous about this, but it wasn't bad.

On the way to the hotel, my dad took me around Lefors and several places where he grew up. When we arrived at the hotel, I was excited to see my uncle and finally meet some of these guys my dad talks about. When I met them, I knew it was going to be ok. They surprised me by giving me a hug...a little Texas hospitality perhaps? They shared stories, which were hilarious. Probably not if I had been their mother back then :) That night we went to a friend of theirs in Lefors. Sitting on the front porch, telling stories. When you are on the front porch, all is well with the world.

The next morning, we took the "scenic" route to Lefors. Bowers City, where my dad first went to school, and was a small community about 10 miles or so from Lefors, now only has a narrow road and a few abandoned buildings. We finally made it to the high school. It seemed like everyone knew everyone. My dad was quick to say, "This is my daughter, Megan." And, if he forgot and was talking, either my uncle or one of their friends introduced me. You could tell they were close and would do anything for one of those guys.

Most of the people were really nice and enjoyable to talk to. However, there were a couple...One couldn't get it through his head that just because I take writing classes doesn't make me a writer. You know the kind that writes books and children's books. And the other. I better be careful here because he is a friend of my dads and uncles. But, he sit by me the night before and kept talking to me and my uncle and didn't remember me the next day. Seriously? I know beer was involved, but really?

It was a great day. my dad has some pretty good friends. It is good to see a small town produce such good people. It is good to see people who did something upon graduation. Maybe they went into banking, legislature, or education. Yup, I saw it all here. Yet, they will never forget the place where it all started. Plus, we got quite a fireworks display on our way back :)