You and me could write a bad romance

I always knew this weekend would come. The weekend that me and my 3 best friends go on a trip together because one or all of us is getting married. We took our first victim to Ocean Isle this weekend before she gets married 27 days from now. I know it's probably not possible to be in love with something that doesn't have feelings, but I'm just seriously in love with the beach. I even love it when the plumbing fails and we have to go to a hotel for the night, have to eat pizza in the car, sleep a total of about 5 hours, and get only 3 hours a day at the actual ocean. Nothing about our trip was normal. So abnormal, I'm surprised Lady Gaga didn't show up. But really, all the props to my 3 best friends for making a weekend at the beach so hilarious with the things they come up with...

Laura: "I think Erica broke the toilet."

Laura:"Erin is telling that guy her whole life story!"
Kt:"I know, good thing we have a knife on my keychain."

Erin: "I just mooned the entire atlantic ocean!"

Laura: "Why do yall have such dirty minds?"
Kt: "I live with Brittany Brock."
Erica: "I work with 14 year old boys."
Erin: "I work with body parts."

quote of the day

Grace: "The people on this phone right now are the only people who make any sense. And maybe Lauren Conrad."

If you build it

So...who wants to give me $5.4 Million to buy the Field of Dreams? Just heard that it went for sale this week and that would be the most pimp thing to own. I don't know a single thing about Iowa, nor do I have any desire to live there but owning the Field of Dreams would mean sacrifice. If I had an endless pile of money, that's the kind of crap I would buy. Probably definetly season tickets to all my favorite teams, too. Lots of people would buy cars and clothes and houses, but I'd just buy things that I could enjoy and places to take my friends on the weekends. This year my birthday is July 30 so start saving, friends.

Truth from Ruth

Currently at the MC, we're rocking through the book of Ruth. Each sunday Pastor Ken asks an epic question that he pulls out of the chapter. What I've loved about Ken since he arrived is that we've been going through books of the Bible that the normal Christian won't pick up and read themselves. I mean, Judges? Ruth? Who even reads those? I'm happy to be at a church where the pastor believes in going beyond the 4 step process of how to be a good husband/wife or tries to make us all beleive the same theology or gives us pointers on how to raise our children. So yesterdays sermon came from Ruth chapter 2 and the big question was "Will God provide for my needs?" You can probably guess that the answer is yes, obviously. Obviously I'm thankful for family, friends, a job, and those awesome sugar cookies in my kitchen because they are the bomb. But to see God's provision is to realize what our soul is in need of. It's to think a little bit past just the things we're really glad God gave us. Ken tied it all together real nicely when he asked, "what do we REALLY need?" Once you think about what you really need, you start to see what God has done to provide it. Truth is my need goes beyond food or another paycheck or a better job or any relationship. My true need is for a savior, because I'm a sinner. And that's exactly what God provided in a way that still blows my mind. Props to Pastor Ken for bringing the word hardcore style.

Grace (both kinds)

So my beautiful, grammar perfect roommate Grace graduated today! I'm so proud of her because I know how much she hated school and how much she didnt want to hang out with Christians when she came to Winthrop. Luckily Jesus changed her mind about the friends thing and we've tolerated each other for 4 years! I thought a lot today about Winthrop, obviously. I realized how creative Jesus is and Him giving me some truly awesome friends was His best move. Grace and I have nothing in common. Well, except we both like manly men who talk about pizza and we watch cash cab and any dumb movie on ABC Family together. She only knows what I tell her about sports and for some reason acts like she doesnt want to kill herself when I go on about the Yankees for an hour. Truth is I wouldn't have had a chance at sanity this year if it weren't for my roommates. It's been a great year, but it's mostly thanks to all the fun we've had in our house so far. I've seen the Lord work in awesome ways through those 2 girls and He has really worked on the Cabin. What I've learned through them and especially having such diverse friends is that REAL friendship doesn't work without Jesus. The kind of friendship that is deep and worth anything can't function without Him. I love living with and around people who are different than me. It pushes me to see the creativeness in the creator and how blessings pour out from the weirdest places. Before Grace stabs me in my sleep, I'm gonna stop talking about sentimental things that give her attention. Sorry roomie, I loves you!

quote of the day

Britt: "What status can I put up to get the most attention? I think that's what some people think sometimes."

I Wanna go to Rockfish, HEY!

Kinda ripped off the idea of writing this from my dear friend Brooke. Camp Rockfish has been coming up A LOT lately. I'm currently missing it in an abnormal way. Last week a co-worker showed me a picture of a snake she almost stepped on while on the trail. It brought me back to the time me and Brian Spanner had to kill this huge copperhead behind the pool. I'm absolutely terrified of snakes but I turned into beast mom counselor mode because I knew I had to kill it so it wouldn't bite a kid so I helped and it died. At work we're currently planning a youth ultimate frisbee tournament and lately ALL I wanna do is play frisbee. I remember falling in love with ultimate frisbee at camp. Whenever we had time, the staff would literally be throwing the frisbee. In the middle of the road, in parking lots, with campers, in the staff lounge, one night until 2am. We just strapped on our chacos (or most times went barefoot) and played on the play field for hours. That summer at camp I learned more about myself and Jesus than I did on summer project I think. I don't think I was pushed on project like I was at camp. I was hot and hungry and sleepy and running short on patience at all times for 11 weeks. And God provided for me and taught me more about Himself than He ever really has. I understood what it meant to be a servant and I read Romans 12 every day for 11 weeks to remind me what my body is to be used for. All this to say I think being around camp was the calling I never really realized unfortunately. I was a rising senior in college and around that time you have to think about real professional jobs and stuff. The more I work in Recreation here in Rock Hill, the more I find that's where its at for me. Sure I would love to own the Panthers or market for the Gamecocks. But the more I think about my future (whenever that will be) I think recreation is what I might be wired for. I love seeing kids get to be kids. Watching kids play and get dirty and get excited about mud is a good thing. Also, my chaco tan is forming. yes.