Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Happy Birthday to my dear friend.

So yesterday was my friend Laura's birthday.  She's 23 now so I thought I would do a little blog tribute to her.  She will probably never read this because she possibly thinks that my blog is a little ridiculous to write because in her words, "You know it's like an online journal, right?"  And I do but I really enjoy it.  So here goes anyway.  Maybe I will send this to her.

It's funny to think that it was only about a year ago when our friendship really took off.  Of course we knew each other for about a year and a few months prior to that but had never really gotten the chance to hang out.  That's when I found out we had a mutual love for Diet Mountain Dew and ice cream and food in general and I knew it we were going to be friends.  That was probably one of the most fun studying for finals weeks I've had right there in our secret study spot in the engineering basement.
You've definitely been a great friend for me throughout the past year.  You've challenged me not only physically but mentally.  I ran more miles this year than I ever have before in my life.  You planted the idea of a triathlon in my head this spring and we both saw it through.  We trained together, you taught me how to swim again, and then we raced together.  It was one of the most rewarding experiences in my life and I'm glad you pushed me to do it, even when I thought we were both crazy.
I've told you before that you were different than most of the other friends I have.  And it's true.  We are both very strong-minded on things, but where with other people I am sometimes more reserved in what I say, with you I can say my honest opinion and not worry about it.  And I think you do the same with me.  You don't judge.  And even if we discuss it and we still don't agree on something, it's fine we still get what the other is saying.  I like that.
You've helped me through a lot this year.  Relationship questions, what do I want to do with my life questions, how should I handle this situation question, as well as probably a billion other things.  It's helped more than you know, even when it seems like the problem didn't really get solved, I'm glad you were there to talk it through with.
But enough with the serious stuff, I have also had a TON of fun with you.  In fact that's a understatement.  We've laughed a lot, we've gossiped a lot while working out, we've gotten Falbo's at 2 in the morning, and we've stayed up till at least 4 am on more than one occasion.  I have a lot of very fond memories of you, actually most of them involved us laughing because one of us didn't something dumb or funny.  Like that time you saw your professor in the hallway and had to turn around and slipped on the pile of sand and fell.  Or the time when we danced in our hotel room to "Boom, boom, boom, boom, I want you in my room".  Or when I stomped the guy's cigar out at the Homecoming football game and you reenacted it for everyone.  Or the other gazillion times you've tripped and fallen this year.  Or our failed camping trip this summer. Or that one time in Madison.
I've had a blast to say the least.
So thank you for being my friend.  It has been wonderful.  And don't worry this weird soul mate best friend thing we have going on is going to last.  And next year wherever you are I'll come visit.  
And here's a picture.
Oh and p.s. did I mention that I think you are beautiful? Because it's true.
Happy Birthday Laura, here's to many more!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

A new to-do list

Hello bloggy friends.  Just so you know I am know a college graduate!  What this means: I can now use this degree to defend that I am right vs. people who do not yet have a BS degree, aka my brother, and possibly my mother if needed. Okay just kidding, but I definitely don't feel any different than Friday.
Now that I'm done with school for the time being, I have moved several things to the top of my to-do list.  Including, but not limited too, cleaning, cooking, scrapbooking, crocheting, sleeping, talking on the phone, actually working for money, fixing the button on my coat, laundry, and blogging!  The list goes on....
I've been fairly productive the last few days with this list and have provided pictures as proof.  I've scrapbooked 4 pages in the last two days here's some from my 21st birthday and Matt and I's spring break tip to Colorado to ski!
I've also cleaned all the floors in the apartment.  It's so nice to walk around without getting sand on your feet.  Staci and I are now going to place slack lines in our apartment so we don't drag sand around.

I also finally got around to freezing my (and Laura's) potatoes that I still had from this summer.  Pictured are the partially frozen hashbrowns and my beloved KitchenAid stand mixer.  

It's funny the things you can accomplish when you aren't constantly living at the Seaman's Center.  But being at home means I already need to clean my room again.  But I'd rather play.
Maybe I will get around to writing a real post this week.  Since I have more time I think I am going to try and update this bloggy more often, but we will see.
Ta-ta for now!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Avoid studying at all costs

To avoid my studying tonight I decided to blog a bit because really who needs to study?  I'm exhausted but the good news is my last final is tomorrow at 5.  That means 7 o'clock is freedom and you will be able to find me running down the hallowed halls of the engineering building jumping for joy.  
I have spent the majority of my time in the lovely Seamans Center for the Engineering Arts and Sciences the last days leaving only to workout, eat, and go home to sleep for a few hours.  It's getting a little old.  Myself and my lovely engineering friends often refer to it as home.  I now present you with a glimpse of my study spot as of late.
I have a blanket because it's chilly in here and all I do is sit around.

I am wearing both toe socks and slippers.  Hey, I need to get my feet comfortable and warm.

Everyone always stares when I do this, but I will not put my last toe in the correct toe hole.  It's uncomfortable and I don't like to split up the last two toes.  As I said today, "They're buddies!"

Yes friends, that is all my stuff.  See I should just move in.

That is my caffeine fix so I can stay awake and the yummy sour cream cookies my mom sent me.  They are AWESOME!

You may wonder how I transport all this stuff to and fro.  Well the answer is simple my friends.  Most of my stuff stays here in my locker.  Yes, I have a locker at the building.  Is this high school?  Actually I think I might cry when I have to clean it out in a few days. 

And I will leave you with a list of how you know it's finals week.

  • You receive a text that says "Yes, but only if I can stop and get spicy chili Doritos. I really, really want them.
  • The bookstore gives away free 12-packs of Coke products and crazed students can drink one in a day.
  • You went to get your car out of the parking ramp Sunday night at midnight when you don't have to pay anymore after 10 p.m. and there were still a zillion cars there.  
  • Your friend goes to get sushi and mistakenly hears the sushi chef say "Cheese-less?" And of course she answers "Did you just say cheese-less?" Then they tell her that obviously she has been studying for finals too long.
  • You must get to the SC at 7:30 a.m. to secure a table in the commons.  And you put your bag on it and reserve it for the whole day.  
  • Everyone looks slightly crazy from so much sleep deprivation.
  • You randomly start laughing in the middle of nothing because of nothing. You are crazy.
  • You make 3 new friends because you will talk to anyone.
  • You have discovered several new websites including and that you check regularly.  And read every update.
I really want to go home.  The ramp closes at midnight.  So I'm peacing out!

Friday, November 26, 2010


Ah, hello blog friends.  I feel like it has been so long since the last time I wrote a post, probably because it has been a while.  I've been busy lately studying for and taking the GRE, working on several class projects, taking exams, and a whole lot of other stuff that needs to get done.  I'm also trying to figure out what I want to do with my life, grad school or job and what major and where and a whole lot of other questions that I'm not sure of the answer right now. I should write a whole post on that.
Anywho, I thought I would write a post appropriate for my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is so wonderful to me because the food, our whole family gets together without the stresses that accompany Christmas, the food, and people are generally in higher spirits as they remember to be thankful, and did I mention I love the food?  But in all seriousness, it is a wonderful holiday.  I thought I would make a list today of some of the things that I am thankful for, in list format none the less.
1. I am thankful that I get to spend the holidays with my family and extended family.  I am fortunate enough to have 3 grandparents to also spend holidays with, and I also pray that God will keep him here for many more years.
2.  I am thankful that I have a loving and supportive family.  Throughout my life they have encouraged me and been there for me numerous times. I know that they will continue to support me no matter what I choose do.
3.  I am thankful to have a wonderful best friend/boyfriend.  I couldn't say enough about Matt if I tried.  He's helped me through a lot and is almost always the person I run to when I need help.  He also loves to dance, I know ladies, you are jealous.
4.  I am thankful for my health and the health of my friends and family.  I hope that this can continue for a long time.
5.  I am thankful for the many opportunities I have had in my life.  Opportunities to learn more, to travel, to experience new things, to be challenged in new ways.  Many of these opportunities have been the result of efforts of my parents, but others have also added to my opportunities.
6.  I am thankful for the many friends I have made over the years, both new and old, near and far.  I never imagined I would have met and made so many new friends 5 years ago.  I remember when I first moved to Iowa City and I spent the first weekend there alone and crying.  I thought I would never be able to meet new people because everyone my age was already settled into there group of friends.  It's hard to imagine that I was like that now.  So I am thankful for the people who went out of their way to help me out when I first moved to Iowa City, for those who invited me out, who called me, who hung out with me.  You are wonderful.  I am also thankful for those friends I made at Wartburg, even though I don't get to see you nearly enough you are often in my thoughts.
 7.  So the list for my thankfulness goes on and on, but I am going to cut this one off.  I am so lucky for the many wonderful people in my life.

I have some more good ideas for posts so hopefully I will be able to write some more soon.
Happy Thanksgiving (a day late and a dollar short)!!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

They called them crazy when they started out. Said seventeen's too young to know what loves about

Today is Matt and my's 6th year anniversary.
Happy Anniversary babe.  I love you.

In some ways, this year's anniversary was like any other but in others it is very different.  We talked on the phone last night about getting to spend time together this coming weekend, and doing fun things like going out for dinner.  You sent me a text today to tell me happy anniversary and I replied.

In many ways this anniversary is very different for us.  It's been quite the year for us.  Maybe one of the toughest we've had since we started dating.  A lot of tears have been shed, there have been sleepless nights, and begging to God.  It's the first year where I actually thought that we might never make it to this anniversary.  But here we are again and I am so glad. 

I'm still scared for the future, don't get me wrong.  Especially a future where we don't know if we will still be able to be together.  A future in which we don't know where we will be a year from now much less three months from now. 

These last few months together have been great though.  Since I've been able to put the constant worry of the unknown future out of my mind and focus on the present, I've been able to enjoy our time together much more and I hope you have too.  I've been praying a lot and asking God to help us through this and find our way.  And I've found great comfort in the fact that if this relationship is meant to be then God will find a way and in the end we will be together.  For now I hope we can just keep living in the present.  After all if we just spend all our time worrying we will waste it all away.  No matter what happens though, I know that these last six years have been worth it.
I don't know where I would be without you.  You have given me many laughs, smiles, joys, tears, and a lot of other emotions.  I didn't know I was capable of loving someone this much for so long.  And I can only hope that this love grows stronger and lasts much longer.

I found a quote that was very fitting for us.
Distance is not for the fearful; it’s for the bold. It’s for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It’s for knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don’t see it nearly enough. ~Oprah Winfrey

I wouldn't trade these last six years for anything.  I still love you.

Monday, November 1, 2010

People join people

Last weekend, I had the opportunity to attend a conference in Houghton, Michigan.
I have to admit, I didn't really want to go at first.  I was missing the Iowa-Wisconsin football game, and I had to leave on Thursday and therefore miss two days of class and had to work really hard to get ahead on homework before I left.  And it was a really long drive.  And I do not like sitting in cars or driving by myself (even though I only had to go to Minneapolis and back by myself).  But alas, I decided to go and it turned out to be a good decision after all.
The conference was the regional conference for Theta Tau, the professional engineering fraternity I am involved with.  Now usually these conferences are fairly boring, with a few break out sessions, a campus tour, and a pointless building game.  This one, however, turned out to be a little different.  This time there was an outside speaker brought in from a company called Phired Up which specializes in recruitment services for membership organizations especially Greek organizations.  The presentation was mostly about how to better recruit better members using dynamic recruitment.  I learned some interesting stuff, but that's not the point of this blog.  One of the things that Vince (our presenter) told us that day was, "People don't join organizations, people join people."  He then asked the group to think back to when we joined Theta Tau and think about the one person who really brought us in.
The name I thought of was Adam Smith.
Now I have no idea if Adam will ever read this post, but rest assured I've already told him that he was the reason I joined.
So let me tell you the story.  In August 2008, I moved to Iowa City and was to start my first semester at the University of Iowa (I was a transfer student).  I knew some people from high school going to school there but I didn't really know any engineers.  And boy was I scared and nervous.  I had received a mailing about Theta Tau earlier that summer and decided to go to an event in an effort to meet some people and partly because Matt told me girls couldn't join fraternities, so I set out to prove him wrong.  Not like me at all...okay just kidding.
Anyways, I met Adam at the first event I went to a speed meeting type of event. I did talk to him a little that evening but it's the next event that sticks out in my mind.  On Saturday morning before the first football game, a tailgate (non-alcoholic) was planned at the engineering building as a rush event for Theta Tau. I went to this event after much debate.  I had no one to go the game with and it's possible that I spent the previous night crying by myself because I thought I was never going to meet anyone.  Back on topic, I went to the event and had a good time and found out that Adam and his then girlfriend, now fiance, Sam, were going to the game too.  So I went along with them.  When I got over to the game, I realized that I had pulled my barcode of my ticket.  Adam gave me his number and I walked all the way home to get the rest of my ticket and came back.
When I finally arrived back at Kinnick, I called Adam and proceeded to try and find him.  And oh my, I was sooooo lost.  I had been to Kinnick a few times before, but I was by no means familiar with it.  And Adam, bless his heart stayed on the phone with me.  The crowd was so loud at times, we couldn't hear each other. But he stayed on the phone and patiently explained where he was to a very confused me.  I did eventually find him and sat by them the rest of the game and cheered.  And it was a good day.
I know this probably doesn't sound like much.  But when I think about how easy it would have been for him to just hang out the phone when the crowd got loud or to never answer my call at all, it becomes a bigger deal.  I can't say whether or not I would have still joined Theta Tau if it wasn't for that one day, but I can say that after Adam did that for me, I knew it was something I wanted to be a part of.
I didn't realize then what a big part of my life it would become either.
People don't join organizations, people join people.
Thanks Adam.

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Also coming up soon:  Why do I still put time into Theta Tau?
I am also trying to figure out how personal I want to make this blog and what I should focus on.  Right now, I just seem to talk about various things going on in my life and I will probably continue to do that.  I am considering delving more into the personal side of my life.  Thoughts from any of the 3 bloggy friends who read this?

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Dishes-Most appropriately completed after midnight

Okay, I have a secret.  But if I tell you, you have to promise not to tell my mother. 
I love to do the dishes! I don't know when this relationship with my kitchen sink developed but I would never cheat on it for a dishwasher. A combination of factors has really solidified my love for dishwashing.
First off, it's time I get to spend by myself.  Let me explain. I am an extrovert.  I love being around people, I love talking, and I love having someone to laugh with.  That being said, after long days of school where I am either studying with others, in class, working on group projects, going to other meetings, and other things, I need time to debrief.  Doing the dishes is my time where I get to reflect on my day and how things are going in my life. After being on the go for about 16 hours, it's nice to do something as mindless as scrub a plate.  This girl just needs time when someone isn't expecting a response or thought out of her.
Second, a clean kitchen gives me piece of mind.  There's something very relaxing about the kitchen having clean counter tops and no clutter.  I don't know where this came from either, because I am not a neat freak.  You should see my bedroom! (And I actually like when that is all picked up and clean too but kitchen has priority.) This is also the reason I cannot study at home, I'd rather clean than do homework so I force myself to leave. In fact, it actually caused me anxiety when my old roommate when bake and not clean up because the counters would be covered in dishes and batter and there would be no clean bowls.  I honestly had trouble going in there and sometimes would just start cleaning even though I told myself not to.
Messy kitchens are embarrassing when you have guests over.  I like to have people over for dinner when I get a little bit of free time and I can't stand showing off a kitchen in disarray. A clean kitchen gives off the appearance that I have my life in order whereas a dirty one just means that my life is a mess.  Which it is sometimes...a lot of times, but you know I try and give off a good impression that I have my stuff together.
I have been so busy lately that I haven't been getting home till around midnight each night and so I don't get to the dishes till then either.  That means I am doing the dishes at about 1 am.  That's when everybody does the dishes, right? Good unwinding activity, I swear. 
So really, don't tell my mom because for years she had to force me to dry the dishes at home and I complained and whined.  So she may try to retaliate and force me to do them every time I go back now. 
I'm just hoping tonight I can sweep the floor and clean off the kitchen table.  Then maybe I can start attacking that bedroom of mine...

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Apparently I didn't take my vitamins...

I thought I would share a bit of humor today.
This morning as I was getting dressed, okay you caught me it was actually 10 am not the morning anymore I.NEED.SLEEP, anyways, I pulled down a pair of jeans from my closet shelf.  While putting them on, in my still groggy morning state, I realized there was still something in the pocket.  Immediately I was excited because I thought it was money, but lo and behold it was not money, nope in fact it was my vitamin and 2 fish oil pills.  Darn.  I was really hoping for some extra cash because I love when that happens.  Really, I get very excited when I find money I had forgotten about in my pockets. 
Hmmm, when was the last time I wore these jeans?  Yeah no idea.  Sometime last week possibly? I guess i forgot to take my vitamins that day...Oops.  So instead, I took those vitamins today! I think they are still good after a week of being stored in my dirty jeans pocket.  No sense wasting them.
You may wonder why there was ever vitamins in my pocket in the first place.  Well let me tell you.  If I don't have any a big enough breakfast in the morning when I get up, I can't take my vitamins before I leave for school/work because I spend the next few hours feeling nauseous and/or burping up terrible tasting nastiness.  It's gross.  So instead I put them in my pocket and take them with my lunch. Because who really wants that gross taste in their mouth?
I try and mostly succeed at taking all those smelly horsepills everyday.  2400 mg of fish oil to help keep my cholesterol in check (even though I'm 22 and eat vegetables like they are going out of style and exercise approximately everyday and don't really have a family history of high cholesterol), 1 multivitamin to help me not feel dizzy every time I stand up, and 1 Zyrtec/Zyrtec-D to help me be able to not scratch my eyeballs out and not sneeze every other second.  But I'm still super duper stuffy all the time.  FreezesoonFreezesoonFreezesoon PLEASE!
I hope I didn't leave any those pills in any other random locations. :-/

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Don't take yourself so seriously.

I was reading my profile the other day and realized that a sentence in it says I like to have fun and I laugh a lot, mostly at myself.  So I thought I would give you an example of my very funny self. 

At the beginning of August, I traveled to Denver, CO with a few of my brothers for the Theta Tau National Convention.  Of course it was absolutely beautiful there and I really want to move there ASAP, see exhibit A.
Yes, I know you want to go there too.  But don't worry, of course you can come visit me when I am living there. Just remember, you have to thank me.
Anyways, one day at the conference we had a motivational speaker by the name of Corey Ciocchetti and he was awesome to say the least.  You should check out this video by the way called the Lost Generation.
He talked about Chasing Authentic Success and talked about the balance in life.  The one thing that he talked about that has stuck with me most though is not taking yourself too seriously.  He told this really funny story about how he once tried to swat a bee out of his car with his wallet and then he actually ended up throwing his wallet out the window in traffic. Hilarious because the bee was still in there when he got back in the car.
Anyways, back on track.
He then asked the audience when was the last time you laughed at yourself.  Well it just so happened that I actually remembered the last time I had laughed at myself.  In fact, it happened just the night before that.  And it was a very good laugh, the kind that makes everyone laugh with you.  
We were all sitting down for a nice fancy dinner, I mean each plate had its own cover and there were cloth tablecloths and they followed proper serving etiquette, like pulling out your seat and putting your napkin on your lap for you.  But with fancy dinners, you also get ridiculously small portions.  So our meals come and its a chicken breast over a small bed of rice and like 6 green beans, beside the point.  I needed a little pepper to spice up the meal as it was kind of blah.  So I pick up the pepper shaker and attempt to shake some out on my chicken and such.  Two maybe three little flakes fell out.  A little more vigorous shaking.  At this point, I'm thinking This darn pepper shaker, I just want more...And Bam! the pepper top falls off and pepper piles on top of my chicken. [Insert my manic laughter here.] It was funny.  I actually started laughing before anyone saw it too.  That's what you get for cursing the pepper shaker gods, Alyssa, that's what you get.
Everyone at the table of course joined in on the fun.  Austin even helped me clean up the pepper mess by using his chicken breast to dab my chicken breast.  Yes this actually happened also, after he warned everyone at the table to not look.  
And that's how you know if your friend is a true friend...if he will dab his chicken on yours, my friend.  That's how you know it was just meant to be. 
That's the story that came to mind when our speaker asked, When was the last time you laughed at yourself? Turns out, I wasn't the only one who thought of that story because after that session, Laura asked me if it counted if she got to laugh with me because all she could think of was the pepper incident also.  I said yes.
He also asked, How can you ever take yourself seriously after that? Well sir, I don't so don't worry.  
Did you know the average person farts 14 times a day? I learned that too.
Also I laughed at myself again later that day when I was jumping on the hotel bed and hit my head on the ceiling.  Also when Laura and I danced to "Boom, boom, boom" by the Venga Boys.(look it up!)

What can I say? I'm not a serious person.

So, when was the last time you laughed at yourself?

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

And when you leave, make sure to say "Thank you"

Back when I was young, and I would get invited to a friend's house for the much anticipated sleepover, my mom would always remind me to say "Thank you" when I left for inviting me and letting me stay at their house.  I've tried to keep up with this practice whenever I go visit someone and they are forced to graciously let me stay in their home.
I thought that was common courtesy.  Treat your host with respect.

But apparently some people didn't get that lesson when they were young.  And silly me was left to play the fool.
Let me explain.
Scene: Iowa vs. Iowa State football weekend in Iowa City mostly revolving around my apartment
Plot: Five of Matt's friends are making the trip to Iowa City
Of course when Matt asked me if one of them could stay at my place I said yes.  And then there was another that wanted to stay and I said okay to that too.  And then Friday night before the game, four of them show up and want to stay.  Ugh. I have two couches and an air mattress and a laminate floor. But whatever, I said they could stay.
So those guys wanted to go downtown and have a few drinks.  The big college student Matt needed to come home early due to a very important job interview the next morning, so him and I called it an early night and came home leaving the remaining boys to drink themselves into a drunken frenzy enjoy each others company.  After arriving home, Matt went off to bed, but I stayed up, along with my gracious roommate Staci, to wait for the boys to come home so I could lock up my apartment.  You see, I didn't want to lock them out because I was afraid I wouldn't wake up (for my coma sleep).  But Hello! it's Iowa City and I don't like to leave my door unlocked all night.  Due to my exhaustion from the prior week, sleep overtook me sometime around 2 and I woke up quite disoriented around 3 and realized my guests were still not back.  At that point, I said screw it and went to bad.
Awaking at 6 am, Matt goes to prepare for his interview.  Upon entering the living room, he realized his friends were nowhere to be found. Crap. 
Since sleep was now eluding me, I got up and started getting for my day which was packed full with football and tailgating, and was starting at 8!  Calls to the so-called friends were made and voicemails left to no avail.  Matt left for the interview and I was left to find the other boys.  Armed with only one cell phone number for the boys I was not so happy.  I finally got through to one of them around 9 on a number I had to search facebook for. Note: I wanted to start my tailgate at 8!  Stupid guests had stayed at a hotel the previous night and they were just getting ready to come back.  Not cool boys.
Fast forward to after the game. My girlfriends and I come back to our tailgate spot to pick up all our stuff and head home.  After dropping them off at home, I pick up Matt from his step-brother's house and head back to my place.  The last Matt had heard from the so-called friends, they had just gotten tickets into the game and we're heading in.  After nap time and snack time and still no word from boys, Matt and I decide to head over to his mom's for dinner and visiting.  On the way to Coralville, we finally hear from the rest of the guys.  They are back and want into my apartment.  Matt tells them to go somewhere else because we aren't coming back for a few hours.  In about an hour, I have this text conversation with my roommate:
Staci: Did you know Matt's friends were back?
Me: Yeah, they called us but we were on our way to coralville.  Did you let them in?
S: No, so how the hell did they get in?
Phone call- Staci: They broke in! They broke in to our apartment!
You've got to be kidding me! Don't worry I will take care of this.

So yeah those guys broke into my apartment by busting my screen off my kitchen window and letting themselves in.  How nice. When Matt and I got back to my place after dinner, you could say that I was a little upset.  And by that I mean, tears and throwing things and also getting out Staci's punching pad thing and beating on it for awhile. Needless to say, those boys didn't come back that night due to a few texts sent out by Matt about my angry state.
Actually the convo went something like this.
Matt: You guys should probably stay at the sheraton again tonight cuz alyssa's pretty pissed.
Reply: Because of us?
NO YOU IDIOT BECAUSE THE SKY IS BLUE! YES YOU! YOU BROKE INTO MY APARTMENT!  Okay so that wasn't really the response, but was that a legit question?

The next morning, Matt had to go pick up the guys from some hotel and bring them back because all their vehicles were at my place.  I saw one of them that morning because I had his cooler in my apartment still.  I obviously thought I deserved an apology but instead I got this.
C: Did you take the rest of our beer?
Me: Um yeah, there wasn't that much left. (Only 4 in fact, of Busch Light, not even good)
C: Laughs
Did I mention I had a ton of homework?
I still can't believe they were stupid enough to break in.
I got one call later that day to apologize. One. Even after a nasty email from Matt.  I'm still a little bitter.
If I had the balls to say how I felt to them, I would say this.
I think what I'm most angry about is not the fact that you broke in and busted my screen, but instead the fact that only one person apologized to me.  And the one that called is not even the one I would consider one of the better of my friends.  That's right I thought we were friends and then you couldn't even man up and call and apologize.  I'm actually really embarrassed.  I am embarrassed because I invited you in and told my roommate you were friends of mine and then they disrespected not only me but her too.  Really? My bad, I thought you were respectful, mature gentlemen.  But I guess I expected too much.

I guess I will just play the fool again. But it hurts.  And even now, I am still tearing up. I thought we were friends.  I would never do that to one of my friends.  

So remember, when you are a guest at someone else's home, always remember to be respectful and courteous and say "Thank you"

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Meant to be?

Recently, in the past month or so, I have been blessed with the opportunity to reconnect with several old friends and also reflect on new friendships.  And it's got me thinking, Was I meant to be friends with these people? Did God lead me down this path so I could find them? Would it be different and would I have ever meet them if I had chosen a different way? 
I have said before that I really don't believe in soul mates in the normal sense.  By that I mean, I don't think that everyone has a soul mate that they are supposed to find and fall in love with and live happily ever after.  I just don't.  Really it's because I just don't think it's practical.  How can you guarantee that everyone finds their soul mate?  You can't. So I think it would be a sad world if everyone was going around looking for their soul mate.  I think it's possible to be happy with more than one person. And don't get me wrong, I definitely love the boyfriend I'm with, but what if it didn't work out? I would then be left with thinking he wasn't my soul mate or he was my soul mate and now my life is going to be terrible. Again, not a fun world. 
Now, it's not that I don't believe in soul mates at all, I just believe in them more unconventionally.  I believe there are soul mates and find each other and fall madly in love.  I think everyone knows a couple who was just meant to be together, right?  But what about everyone else?  That's got me thinking.  Maybe soul mates aren't always significant others.  Instead the could be best friends or BFFE-best freaking friends ever or siblings.  
Part of the reason I've been thinking about this is that I feel like I've meet people like this in many parts of my life.  I went to high school where I sometimes felt like I didn't fit in.  I went to one college for two years and then decided that I needed something else and transfered.  And at all places, I meet people that I know are supposed to be in my life.  
For example, at Wartburg, I met Danielle, whom like me decided to transfer and move back to Colorado.  And although we only spent about 12 months together in total, we've still kept in touch over the past two years and over the many miles between us.  So I think it's fate that we both went to a school that wasn't really right for us and managed to become friends.

Example 2.  Two more of my Wartburg friends, Sam and Jena, came to visit me a few weeks ago.  And after not seeing one of them for about a year, and the other one seeing them only once in the last year, it was still just the same as when we were all living together.  There were no awkward moments of not knowing what to say, we just picked up where we left off.  And I loved it.  I miss all of my Res suitemates!

Example 3.  
Since coming to the University of Iowa, I have meet several people I feel like I've known forever, and one in particular is Laura.  I've been thinking about our friendship a lot lately as we have done a lot of things together and talk about our futures of grad schools and such.  I especially thinks it's funny that we've only been friends for about 10 months.  (We knew each other before that, but had never really spent a lot of time together.)  And now we spend huge chunks of time together and I don't know what my life would be like without her, probably not as fun.

So maybe God has just led me down a winding path to make sure I meet this people.  But really, who knows?  I am sure of one thing, I am very grateful that I did find them.  There are many others I haven't mentioned here that also have a space in my heart, but I don't have space on this blog to mention, but you still mean a lot to me.  I look forward to more phone calls and time together and reminiscing. 
My suggestion to you is to call up your soul mates and old friends.  It's not too late to reconnect.  So, what are you waiting for?  It was meant to be after all.

" A friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away."  - Arabian Proverb

Thursday, August 12, 2010


A week and a half ago I completed my very first triathlon!  Woohoo!  It was 1500m of dirty water swimming, 15.96 mi of grueling biking, and 5.46 mi of hilly running.  It was HARD!  And at times I don't know how I kept myself going.  But when I crossed that finish line it was all worth it!  Congrats also to Laura Mozdzen and Austin Gunn (my partners in crime) for completing their first tri also!  You both did wonderful!
I was pretty nervous when we got out to Sugar Bottom in the morning, but kept trying to get myself to relax and calm down.  Laura and I went for a short jog and I got on my bike for a short warm up before setting up our stuff in the transition area.  Then we got in the water to test it out, despite it being quite disgusting--I couldn't even see a foot in front of my face--it wasn't too choppy or rough.  It was then time for the pre-race meeting and that's when my nerves really started kicking in.  Laura kept telling me I would be fine, but I decided to say a few prayers just to be safe.
The 5 or so minutes after the first wave took off seemed to take forever but finally it was 3-2-1-GO!  And we were off!  At first I was a wreck, I forgot all about form and I was breathing hard and zig-zagging everywhere.  But about halfway out to the turn-around, I got into my rhythm and was breathing steadily and just went.  It was much easier from there!  The rest of the swim went off without a hitch and was actually easier than I had imagined.  Next I was out of the water and running up the beach to the transition to bike.
The biking portion, unlike the swim, was not as easy as I had hoped.  We first had about 4 miles of biking to the back entrance to the trails, and there were a lot of steep hills!  Then you get to the trails which are even worse, with sharp turns and hills!  Sometimes I was just hanging out to my handle bars for dear life!  Many times during the bike, I didn't think I was going to make it.  I had to use several tricks to keep myself going including singing to myself--"She's as pretty as a picture, every bit as funny as she is smart. Got a smile that will hold you together, and a touch that will tear you apart....She's heaven on the eyes, but boy she's hell on the heart" (Eric Church's Hell on the Heart) and the Iowa Fight Song.  I also talked to myself a lot and asked God to help me.  The people that passed me (which was quite a few) were also wonderful and encouraging!  Thank you!  So yeah the biking was definitely the hardest part.
Then into transition and out on the jello legs.  At this point I thought it would be a good idea to "gel" or swallow some disgusting goo.  It was just that-disgusting-and I definitely gagged, but it did help my legs.  I was dragging after 3 hours of working my body, but I kept running!  At this point the volunteers were really cheering me on, which was extremely helpful!  One guy even said something that made me break into a smile to which he replied, "Hey there's a smile, see it can't be that bad!"  So to all you volunteers, a big thank you, you were awesome!  I had to walk a lot on the run because the hills were huge, but with the help of some Gatorade and water I kept going.
The end of the run was all downhill (yes!!) and as I was approaching the finish line, I had this overwhelming feeling of accomplishment and got the goosebumps!  It was AWESOME to say the least!  I finished in 4:05:40!  You can check out the full results at Overall the experience was wonderful!  And I now know why people say triathlons are addicting because I am already looking for more races to do!  Hopefully soon!

Cyclocross hill.  It looks nice now, but by the time I got there it was a pit of mud.

I can now call myself a TRIATHLETE!

Wednesday, July 28, 2010


I don't know what has come over me, but I decided it would be a grand idea to start a blog.  So now we are here.  I'm 22 years old, graduating in 3 months, and after that I have very little idea.  For a long time I have been considering graduate school, but now I'm not so sure that's what I want.  If I do go to grad school, I haven't decided if I should stick with Biomedical Engineering or go with something else? Chemical? Mechanical?  Who knows.  

So this blog is kind of about finding my way in life, about preparing for life after college, and about everything in between while I get there: hobbies, activities, friends, family, get the point.  
Please feel free to leave any comments and advice, I promise to read it but I have been known to not always follow the advice.

Other random things about me
  I make funny faces often
  I love Hawkeye football
  I believe in living life with no regrets
  Three months ago I thought doing a triathlon was a good idea
  It doesn't take much for me to like you, just be nice and be yourself
  I really like being right
  I'm stubborn and I won't quit, not even on myself
  I love outdoors and am a very active person
  I have an infinite number of hobbies and drift aimlessly from one to the next usually without finishing any one project

And to end with a quote.
  To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.  ~e.e. cummings, 1955

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