Monday, November 29, 2010


Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Good food, family, and no pressure to buy gifts.

I am so over chirstmas gifts. My parents told me this is the christmas of practicality. I honestly couldn't think of anything I actually needed, rather than wanted. I really don't need any more stuff. So I've asked them to donate in my name to my camp. Everyone wins this way.

But back to Thanksgiving. I love Thanksgiving. Except it can be a tough holiday for an emetophobic. The first Thanksgiving after we moved into our new house, my brother got sick. And of course, I was there. It was very traumatic. I wouldn't use that bathroom for months. And then I had to sit at the table with him. It was awful.

But most Thanksgivings are wonderful. I usually manage to not worry about the turkey being undercooked, or anything else. (It helps that in 23 Thanksgivings and Christmases, my grandmother has never undercooked the turkey. and no one has gotten food poisoning from the stuffing being cooked inside the turkey either. I still don't eat it, but I've never eaten it. Even before I found out about the risks. I just don't like it.)

I feel like I get super ADD in my blog posts. It has just occurred to me that a major reason that I have a terrible relationship with my brother is because of how often that kid pukes. It doesn't help that when he wants to get out of something he will say he doesn't feel good. And now I want to hijack my own Thanksgiving post and talk about that. (but seriously, he throws up a lot!)

To sum it up, I love Thanksgiving. And I didn't even have to take any Xanax this year.

Friday, November 12, 2010

I survived...

...the dermatologist.

With only two gaping holes in my epidermis.

And an appointment to create two more in a month.

The doctor said they didn't look cancerous, but if it would make me feel better, there was no reason not to remove them.

But he did find some other spots he thought should be removed. Because they could become cancerous later. So I will be going back.

Maybe with my xanax though. I might have cried like a baby.

It didn't hurt, I was just scared.

But it hurts now. And I seem to have developed a sensitivity to band-aids. Those are causing more pain than the open wounds.

But I survived.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Prayers much appreciated!

I'm going to a dermatologist tomorrow about a suspicious mole.

I have an anxiety disorder and a best friend who's mom has a very serious case of metastatic melanoma.

So I've been freaking out about this for a while. But I only just got up the courage to make an appointment.

And they scheduled me for tomorrow. Which is kinda nice because I won't have as much time to worry. But I'm still worrying.

So lets all pray that I'm totally fine!

Blog hopping

Joining up to this blog hop!
I'm abby and my blog's a little random. I post prayer requests, wedding stuff and photography!
I also suffer from emetophobia and I write about that frequently.

Friday, October 29, 2010

look book

PHOTO Credits
~bridesmaid dresses are from David's is from Al's Formal is from Invitations by Dawn~her ring is from Heltzberg ring is from Zales.Com~Cake, bridal bouquet, centerpiece and hair are from the & Ring and hydrangea photos are by Abigail~wedding dress photo taken by Krystal, edited by Abigail~Photo of Matt and Abby taken by Micki, edited by Abigail~

Tuesday, October 26, 2010


I laughed yesterday. When on an episode of How I Met Your Mother, a character puked in what should be a comedic manner. It was actually funny. I mentioned before that I hate when a TV show does this. But yesterday, it was funny. I laughed. I actually laughed. I couldn't believe it.

I've been working on my recovery program, and I had to write down the worst thing that could possibly happen. And I realized, it wasn't all that bad.

And how I would react to the worst that could happen. and I realized, If someone I was sitting next to on the airplane threw up, I could move. I'd ask the flight attendant for help. It doesn't have to be a big deal. I'm not going to have a heart attack. (at least not from a panic attack- I do need to lower my cholesterol though...) The panic can't hurt me, and eventually it ends. I have to redirect my focus and move on.

Besides, I can count on one hand the number of times anyone has thrown up near me on an airplane. Twice. (well, Alex puked a couple times, but he did it in the bag every time.) And that was when I was 17. That was 5 years ago. And I've only been sick on an airplane once. When I was 7. so that's 15 years ago. It's time to move on from those.

Thinking about real situations is making me anxious. I'm not cured yet. So I'm going to stop blogging and do my visualizations. Good night.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Baby Steps

Well I finally started my Emetophobia recovery thing. It's working. I didn't watch the graphic vomiting on House, but my heart rate didn't jump sky high like usual. And I'm currently watching I Know What You Did Last Summer (because I love the book and it's near Halloween.) Someone just threw up off screen with some pretty graphic noises and I just ignored it. And then I realized what was happening and that I wasn't freaking out. And now I'm super excited. I know movies are nothing like real life, but it's still encouraging. I'm going to beat this.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010


I've thought about adoption before. Then I thought about fostering. But then I got wrapped up in my own life and forgot all about it.

Well recently, I've come across a couple of adoption blogs and foster-parent blogs. And my heart has been touched. And I want to do this. But of course, I have to consider Matt. So I talked to him about it, and he loved my idea. He loved the futre that I imagined for us with a house full of kids. With us all holding hands to pray around the dinner table. With us praying together before bed. Taking all the kids to church every sunday.

I used to not want kids at all. because of the emetophobia. But gradually I realized that I wanted one. Then two. and now? However many God puts into our home.

I don't want 19 biological kids like Michelle Duggar. Or even that many in my house at once!

But I've always wanted a ton of nieces and nephews. But with only one brother and one future brother in law, I can't see myself getting as many nieces and nephews as I've always wanted.

But imagine this; a child comes and stays with us for a while. 6 months to a year or two. That child is loved and cared for and taught about God. They can take that teaching with them when they leave. They can always have that love too. After they move out, I would want to keep them in our lives in some capaticy. They could continue coming to church- and maybe even bring their parents along. They would always be invited over for dinner. They would still be our family. Just not living with us anymore. Like nieces and nephews.

We wouldn't be albe to do this right away. We need to get married and have jobs and buy a big house. But I am certain that God will provide if this is His plan for us.

And of course, I need to work on my emetophobia first. I keep getting emails asking how the program's going. So far it's not. Mainly because I'm super busy. but I plan to do it after I graduate. or at least after I finish this senior paper.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

So, about this children's librarian dream I have...

I want to be a children's librarian when I grow up. I have every intention of pursuing graduate school in a year or so. I plan to graduate with my undergrad in general studies this December, then get married, then move and gain residency somewhere that has real seasons, and then start applying to grad schools.

I love kids. As I’ve mentioned before, I'm a camp counselor, and a frequent babysitter. I have to stop by the church nursery every sunday to say hi to all the kiddos. and they rarely let me pass without dragging me in for a tea party or something.

I also love books. I can't pass a bookstore without going in. and usually buying at least one.

So when I gave up acting, Mom put the librarian idea into my head. And naturally, I'd want to work with kids. And I love my public library. So I wanted to work for a public library; not a school library. My reasoning was that kids at a public library want to be there. And they have all the fun events. And I'd rather work year round. And many schools require that the librarians teach for a few years first. And I might be great with kids, but I could never teach. I don't have the knack.

But the dirty little secret? Kids throw up more at schools. Parents send kids to school when they're sick all the time. I can remember many times that there was a chair or a desk over a pile of sawdust in the library in elementary school. In fact, I actually threw up in the school library once.

How often do parents drag sick kids to the public library? Not so often. In the three years that I've worked as a shelver and an intern at my public library, no one's puked on the floor. There have been poop issues, but never any vomit. I'm sure it happens, but not as often.

However, I still worry. Last year, a coworker had a stomach virus. I heard her talking about it. Loudly. And she worked at the circ desk. And I was a shelver. Which meant that virtually everything that I touched, she had touched. And I was terrified of catching her bug. During the swine flu scare, the city installed medical grade hand sanitizer foam dispensers. Last December, I must have used those things every five minutes. My hands were super dry. I couldn't understand why she didn't go home after the first bout of projectile vomiting. (Thankfully, I only heard her talking about it. I didn't witness any actual sickness.) It's one thing to go into work when you have a sinus infection or something that's not highly contagious. But if you work somewhere where you have a lot of contact with people and you're highly contagious; stay home! Norovirus (the stomach bug and the bane of an emetophobe's existence.) can be contagious for up to two weeks after symptoms end! Even non-emetophobes will thank you for staying home and not exposing them to such a miserable virus.

But, I'm going to conquer this fear. I still wouldn't want to work at a school, but life will still be easier. I got an email from Rich, the guy who sells the recovery system, asking if I've started it. I haven't really. I'm doing the relaxation exercises, but I haven't done anything in the workbook. It's hard to take that step. What if I get more anxious?

Friday, October 15, 2010

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Emetophobia and Television

I like tv. Who doesn't? But having emetophobia makes TV complicated. Especially when pretty much all I watch are medical shows. I watch House, Grey's Anatomny, Private Practice and I used to watch ER and Scrubs before they ended. All of these shows have a decent amount of puke. But I manage pretty well most of the time. I know it's staged, which helps. And I'm pretty good at guessing when it's gonna happen. Plus, they're in hospitals, so it's not like it's out of place. I did have a problem that time McDreamy threw up in the OR. I was not expecting it even a little- and he's a doctor! He shouldn't be getting sick! (especially not in a sterile environment...) But for the most part, I survive all of these shows. And I think it's good for me.

Reality TV, on the other hand, is a whole different ballgame. It's not staged, (ok, well the puking isn't fake at least...) Jon and Kate/Just Kate is one of the worst. They actually film those poor kids being so sick! (Yeah, I turned that episode off...) but still, those are small children, small children get sick a lot. (One reason I never want to teach elementary school.) But Project Runway? It's a show about fashion design! Why did they have to show poor Carol Hannah being so sick? Why is it that they can't show any kind of poop on TV, but they can show all the vomit they want? Honestly, I think that poop is way less gross.

Should there be any limits on the vomit showed on Tv? I think there should be. But then again I also hate any movie that had "comedic" upchucking. I don't think it's funny. or ever necessary. I mean, if "nobody likes vomit", why is it all over TV?

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

A little background

Emetophobia isn’t diagnosed often by professionals. I diagnosed myself about a year and a half ago when I had a not-so-great experience in a school van. We were on our way home from a conference and someone in my van got carsick. As soon as she mentioned not feeling well, I turned the volume up on my iPod, and hid my face under my coat. Thankfully, I was not sitting between her and the door. Not-so-thankfully, I peeked out when we stopped. Later, I was trying to describe the experience to a friend, and I looked up “Vomit Phobia”. I learned the word, emetophobia, and found that it was the fifth most common phobia. I found a list of typical behaviors. I exhibited many of them. I spoke a little to my doctor about it, but we were more focused on my roommate problems and my depression. So not much really happened with it for a while. I explained it to my family, and some close friends, and they were just like, “whatever”. Having a name for it didn’t change anything really. I’ve been like this for as long as I can remember. I can vividly remember every time anyone threw up in elementary school. I can remember always feeling like I needed to escape. I remember that I always used the bathroom stall furthest away from the door because I figured a sick person would run to the first one. I remember waking up often in the middle of the night not feeling well. I’d go to the kitchen and get the big bowl that Mom always gave me when I was ill and I’d sleep with it in my bed just in case.

I think I developed emetophobia when I was very young. My mom suffered with hyperemesis during her pregnancy with me and when she was pregnant again when I was three or four. (She lost that baby. My brother was born when I was almost 7.) My mom also suffered from a lot of anxiety when I was young. I also used to get really carsick because I needed tubes in my ears. I remember my dad threatening to spank me if I threw up again. (Yes, my parents spanked us. I don’t blame them. I could be a spoiled brat.) My dad is very much a control freak and I have inherited this from him. And it definitely contributes to my phobia.

Right now, I am taking medicine. About two and a half years ago, I was diagnosed with depression. I was put on 20 mg of Lexapro. About a year ago, I decided that I wasn’t depressed anymore and I slowly discontinued the medicine. A few months later, I had lost 10 pounds because I was so anxious that I couldn’t eat. (Making me 5’4” and 100lbs- not healthy.) I was started back on the Lexapro at 10mg. It really helped. I wasn’t depressed, but it had been helping the anxiety too. I also have a prescription for the very controversial Xanax. I went to France and Italy last summer and I told my doctor I needed something for the panic attacks because I hate flying. I don’t take it often, but it is my crutch. I always have it with me. I don’t panic so much at the thought of myself being sick, because that hasn’t happened in many, many years, but if someone around me is sick, I pop one if I don’t think I can handle it. I frequently try to tough it out. That usually doesn’t end well for me. I also usually carry around a bottle of Dramamine, Pepto-Bismol, and a bottle of Benadryl. I use the Benadryl as both a sleep aid, and it works as a slower acting anti-anxiety. (Plus it helps my allergies!) What I like about the Benadryl is that I can take it if I’ve been drinking. I do enjoy the occasional drink, but I never know when I might have a panic attack. So the Benadryl fixes that. This combination has been pretty effective. I would like to be cured instead of just maintained someday, but right now, that’s not happening without a little help.

Last night I did purchase the Emetophobia Recovery System. I only just started it, but I will let you know how it goes.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

A win for the Emet

Well, I survived 4 days on a boat.

And no one puked. (That I know of.)

However, my darling not-usually-prone-to-motion-sickness-fiancé felt dizzy, then a bit queasy.
So I gave him Dramamine, took my Xanax, and went to find my mommy.
She gave me some stuff to take to him to make him feel better. (ginger chews, water, a seasick patch thingy, and tiny bottle of Lysol for me.) And she offered to let me hang out in her room for a while. (Fiancé and I were sharing with my little bro as our chaperone.)

But while I was hiding, something occurred to me.

My poor sweetheart was all alone, in a strange place, feeling like crap.

And he would never, ever, leave me feeling like that.

So I went back to our room. I applied his patch, gave him ginger chews, got him a bit of ice water, put a cool cloth on his forehead, set up my laptop to watch The Princess Bride, tucked him in, and settled myself on my own bunk.

And I managed not to cry. Definitely an improvement over the last time he didn't feel good.

Now, he knows about my emetophobia. He understood how hard all of this was for me. He's been the one I run to for everything these last two years. He's seen me have a panic attack. He told me to leave him alone.

But I just couldn't abandon him like that.

I love him. And I couldn't help but think, he's never run away from me like that. Even when I am miserable and pathetic with a cold or fever. Even when I grump at him because it's too early or because I'm hungry. He kills spiders, and removes dead bugs from my apartment. He carries heavy things for me. He opens the car door for me.

I love him. As soon as the church repairs are finished, I'm going to marry him. and in those vows is the phrase, "in sickness and in health".

And the Xanax helped.

So with this cruise, I gained hope. Hope that eventually I can be cured. Hope that since I can take care of my fiancé when he's not feeling well, I will be able to take care of my future children.

I haven't yet to deal with him actually upchucking around me, but I'm sure that eventually that will happen. (But it would be really cool if it didn't...) However, I'm pretty hopeful that I will at the very least be able to care for him afterwards. Or you know, at least stay in the house with him. Right now every tiny step counts.
(And yes, I was deliberately vague about when the cruise was. I don't like posting information online about when I'm going to be gone.)

Oh and the most awesome thing ever that doesn't have much to do with this post:
In Cozumel, I rode a dolphin. Like seriously, held her fins as she swam across the pool/dolphin habitat thing. And I got to pet dolphins. and kiss a dolphin. and hug a dolphin. and swim with the dolphins. I've always wanted to swim with dolphins.

Oh and one of those God things- right now there's a tropical storm in the Gulf. Heading right where I was this past weekend. And I am thanking God for our smooth, uneventful journey. Because I had a good time on this cruise, barring that one night. And I know it could have been really awful.
One last thing- If you're emetophobic and do have a burning desire to swim with dolphins- those seasick patch thingamabobs are amazing.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010


emetophobia passed out roommate alcohol

(anyone with emetophobia should know that I use the full words. "Fear of the name increases fear of the thing its self*." I take my advice from Dumbledore, thankyouverymuch.)

Apparently someone found my blog with that google search. I can understand how as I’ve mentioned roommate trouble multiple times, wrote a post about blood donation mentioning how I just about passed out, and in that same post, the nurse swabbed my arm with alcohol. I mentioned once that I was emetophobic, but I linked to a website about it instead of describing it. Emetophobia is a fear of vomit. Emetophobia is a very debilitating phobia and many people don’t tell others that they have it. Because many times you get fuckers who think it’s funny to mess with you and pretend to puke. Or else they say, “Well no one likes vomit.” Yes, but not everyone has panic attacks around the possibility of someone upchucking. Most people with this phobia keep it a secret. But I maintain that that only helps to validate my brain’s aversion. I’m trying so hard to beat this thing. I’m a little scared, because I’m putting myself out there to the internet and I realize there’s a possibility that there are some sick people out there who would get a kick out of sending me photos of people vomiting. Someone did it on the emetophobia forum I visit. (note to anyone who might visit that forum- the images are gone and there are new measures in place from it happening again.) And exposure therapy does not work at all on most emetophobes. It actually makes it worse in a lot of cases.

I really hope whoever did this search found what they were looking for. Because as an emetophobe, that is my worst nightmare. What if my roommate drinks too much and passes out and possibly starts throwing up? (I no longer have a roommate, but this was a regular worry at the beginning of every year when I had new roommates.) I know that I am making inferences about what this person was searching for, but I worry that it was someone who shares my phobia and was looking for help. And there’s not much help out there. There is a wonderful forum with many supportive people who are suffering from emetophobia and a few who have recovered, but I discovered that the forum gave me new ideas. I learned new fears. I also discovered that while my panic attacks are just as debilitating as anyone else’s, my triggers are not as numerous as many emtephobics out there. I can eat at restaurants. I can be around children. I can ride roller coasters. (And I love them!) I can eat meat. I can drink a glass of wine. I can leave my house. I can do so many things that others with this phobia cannot do. Oh, there are things that I can’t handle. But I’m trying really hard not to dwell on those. I’m focusing on things I can do right now. And really, I can do so many, many things.

I’m going on a cruise next month. I’m a little terrified. I’m told that most people don’t get seasick on cruise ships, but I’m still pretty worried. A big part is that once I get on that boat, I can’t get off for four days. Even the longest and most excruciating airplane rides weren’t more than eight hours. (Yeah, my little brother threw up the first time about two hours into the flight. I couldn’t eat or sleep the entire way home. That was the longest 6 hours of my life.) Yes, we all have seasickness patches, and yes, I do have my Xanax now. (That stuff is amazing. I actually slept and ate on an airplane. And if anyone is worried, it’s as needed so I only take it when I’m panicking. And I use it very sparingly because I do not want to get addicted. But the pros and cons of xanax are for another day.) But the long and short of this cruise ship tangent is – Pray for me, I’m scared!

I truly hope whoever searched that found something helpful. And that maybe I can help in some small way. I think I might write more about my emetophobia. I think it will be helpful for me, and if just one person can find help or gain an understanding, I will be happy. Because I’m sure everyone knows someone with emetophobia, even if that person hides it.

I just found an emetphobia blog too! yay!

*quote from Harry Potter (not sure which one) by JK.Rowling.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010


OK. So maybe this is completely a dead horse in the blogging world, but as this is my blog I shall beat that dead horse if I want.

I was on reading something on MckMama's community and people kept talking about MWOP. I had no clue what MWOP was so I googled it. And wow. Just wow. While I do find it lame that people go around looking up all of the inconsistencies and then care so much about it; I have to admit that I am a little disappointed in MckMama herself. Plagiarism? And not just on a post back in 2008 like she said, but on many, more recent posts. They do over-exaggerate a little, for example they showed a picture from another site of some little girls' feet and then a picture of small fry's feet and claimed that was plagiarism. It's not. As long as you push that shutter, even if you are taking a picture of the exact same thing as someone else, it's not considered plagiarism. Plagiarism would be taking that picture and removing the watermark and passing it off as her own. Ok, tangent over. But then I saw the thing about the house burning...not to the ground....

I feel like I've been manipulated. Mostly, I read the blog because of the beautiful photography. And of course, Photoshop tips are always awesome. But I'm in a class this year where I'm learning a lot about Photoshop and I've learned things that work way better than her tips.

I used to want to be an actress. And some days, I still want to be famous. So I can understand the attention whoreing behavior. In fact, I’ve done it myself more often than I’d care to admit.

So why am I reading anymore? I don't plan to become a regular at MWOP (or GWOP or DWOP) anytime soon because, well, I do pity these people. But I don't see the point in reading MckMama anymore. (Especially since I found out she was taking her poor children to Sarah Palin rallies. I'm sorry, but I think Sarah Palin is a twit.)

I’ve been disillusioned. And I’m trying to figure out how I feel about it. Am I angry? Am I outraged? Not really. Mostly I’m just disappointed that she’s not the person I thought she was. Which I then feel silly about, because I don’t really know her at all.

Oh and one tiny bit of attention whoring from me: I’ve set up a DeviantArt account for my photography. So if you’d like, you can go there and check it out. And then, if you really want to comment on my work but can’t since you don’t have a DA account, you can always comment here and tell me how fabulous you think I am. ;D

Friday, September 24, 2010

control. patience.

My betta pooped!

he's been constipated. and since I am an idiot, I didn't notice and i've been feeding him anyways.

apparently you're supposed to fast them when they aren't pooping. and then give them a pea.

The most annoying part of this is that I can't fix it tonight. There's nothing I can do right now. I have to not feed him for a day or two. and then try feeding him a pea.

but I am a control freak. and not a patient person. I want to fix it right this instant.

I'm sure there is some deeper meaning to this. but i'm having difficulty being eloquent about it.

I'm working on the control thing though. I really am. and being patient.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

wedding plans

So. The church will not be ready in time for our planned wedding.

I'm choosing to see this as a blessing; as the original date was 4 days after my last final.

I'm still not happy about the date change.

But I am accepting that this is God's plan.

My joking that we should get married on nov. 11th so we could have a fancy wedding in my church on our first anniversary for 11/11/11 was in vain as my dress wasn't going to be ready until almost December.

The dress came in early. I'm picking it up this weekend.

Is this another change in plans? I kinda wish. I'm tired of waiting. But I'm not crazy about the two weddings thing.

In other news, construction should start soon. We're looking at april. which I'm not thrilled about. I've always wanted a fall or winter wedding. not spring. (or in texas in april- summer) the colors i've been dreaming about since i was 16 are so not spring colors. (dark red, Garnet, and silver. with evergreen instead of babys breath in all the flowers.) I know all this is silly and nothing should be important except that I'm marrying the man i love. but it wouldn't hurt for SOMETHING to work out.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Show us your single guys

The single guy in my life is my friend, Dale. He's 25, lives in west Texas, and is super sweet.

Dale graduated two years ago with a degree in biology. This seemed a little out of character as his real passion is acting. He's good and I will link to his youtube channel. (this and this are two of my favorites)

Dale has a great sense of humor and a good set of morals too. He is a Christian and he has conservative political views. He loves to watch movies, and he also loves to act and make movies as well. One of his favorite movies is Say Anything. And he also love comedies; one of his favorite actors is Jim Carrey.

Dale and I did go on one date several years ago and it was great, but we also have some pretty big differences in our political views that would have kept us from ever being successful as a couple. (He's a republican*.) Anyways, he drove, opened doors and paid. Dale believes in chivalry and he treats all women with respect. Dale’s biggest flaw has to be the fact that he has trouble talking to women. He stammers at first, but once he gets comfortable around someone, the stammer stops.

He is always there for anyone who needs him. One day I was lonely and he hopped in his car and drove 45 min just to hang out because I needed someone. He also helped me move furniture around when I wanted to rearrange my living room and at the end of this semester, he helped me move out of my apartment.

(*I don't have anything against republicans in general- but i do think it matters when it comes to dating. Dale and I just don't talk about politics anymore.)

(all photos are from Dale's facebook page.)

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Trusting in God

So I'm getting married in December. At least, that was the plan. The thing is, my church, the church that I've gone to for my whole life, the church where I've grown up, the church that I was baptized in, the church that my parents were married in, doesn't have a floor right now. Or pews. Or, really anything in the sanctuary. In 2008, there was this hurricane. And it took almost a year to get the education wing of the building back up. And we've been worshiping in our fellowship hall since it's been finished. But we're still waiting on insurance money for the sanctuary. And right now, it literally has no foundation. When I first got engaged, a month ago, everyone seemed hopeful that it would be ready for a December wedding. But now, people are less hopeful. And theoretically, we could just push the date back. But we were planning to move away right after Christmas and we want to do that as husband and wife. (We don't believe that we should live together before we get married.) So I really don't know what to do. I can't bring myself to choose a different church. Ever since I was a little girl I have always pictured myself walking down that aisle. When I think about finding a different location, I feel like crying. I’m trying my hardest to just trust in God, but I need some help with that right now.

On another note, since I feel like I’ve only been asking for prayers for myself lately, please lift little Bennet up. He was born a few days ago way too early and needs some prayers. Also S.I.F is starting her IVF process in the next few days and we are all praying she gets a healthy baby (or two!) soon. And my wonderful friend Krystal’s (no blog, so no link, sorry) mom is still battling cancer. Their family really needs prayers right now too. And a sweet couple at my church is having a baby, and there might be something wrong. They’ll be finding out soon what’s going on. Please pray that all goes well for their family.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

So to my three followers I would like to share that my wonderful and amazing boyfriend proposed Saturday.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Show Us Your Life Friday

Matthew and Abigail met when they were 17, during their junior year of high school. They did a few class projects together, but didn't really know each other very well. When senior year rolled around, they had another class together, where they sat together, but they never hung out outside of class. During the second semester of senior year, they had government class with Mr. Gonzales. Matt sat behind Abby and flirted incessantly with her. However, still nothing came of it. After graduation, they gradually lost touch and only occasionally communicated through Facebook. In the summer of 2008, they began talking on Facebook again and agreed to go out on a date. They decided to go bowling and out to dinner. After a cute and confusing mix-up as to where the bowling alley was (Turns out that there are two AMFs on Bay Area!), they went on to bowl a wonderful game where they scored 120 points. When they added together their scores. Afterwards, Matt and Abby went to Olive Garden where they shared a delightful meal. They had such a great time, they decided to continue this dating thing despite the long distance. On October 10, 2008, they officially became boyfriend and girlfriend. They've been talking about marriage for quite some time now, and she's just waiting for him to officially pop the question!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


I am stubborn. I am a strong willed person. I have been for as long as I can remember. On the bright side I rarely give up. But sometimes I should. Some days, I do well. I give in when I don't want to. I can be the bigger person and stop the argument.

Most days I can't.

This month, for instance. My roommate and I have been having a volume war. I posted a blatantly bitchy and passive aggressive status update on Facebook. And I didn't bother hiding her and all of our mutual friends from it, like I usually do. Because I was particularly pissed and very annoyed by the loud music emanating from her bathroom. (Some song called Again by flyleaf-look it up if you like ear torture.) Since then, our "relationship" has gotten worse. She's started playing her music louder than necessary. and I retaliate by turning up the TV. And posting Facebook status updates.

She still doesn't talk to me.

But I admit, I stopped trying.

But I swear she's playing that song over and over again because she knows I hate it.

Anyways, I'm being stubborn by not talking to her. And I seriously am being a child about it. Today, when she took her shower (with the song on repeat.), she was playing music in the bathroom. And it is so loud. It's so loud that I can hear it when I'm in my bedroom with the door closed. On the opposite side of the apartment. So I turned up my TV. Louder than I've ever turned it up. Until I couldn't hear her music anymore. (when the TV is at it's normal volume, I couldn't hear my TV over her music.) Because I am a stubborn person. And I just can't bring myself to give up first in this stand-off. There's only two more weeks of school.

But I don't like it.

She walks into the room and I can feel the hostility.

I know I'm being ridiculously stubborn.

I just can't bring myself to give in.

I might be stubborn, but I don't give up on things. That's kind of a good thing, right?

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Jamie Oliver's food revolution

Dear God, please bless Jamie Oliver and help him help our schools and our children.

Friday, February 19, 2010

prayer request.

I suffer from depression/anxiety. Lately, I’ve been so anxious that I’m having trouble eating. And as I have always been underweight to start with, this is very bad. On the bright side, I have my high school body back and I lost all the weight that I gained last year when I was depressed. (Only, not gonna lie-my breasts were not nearly this awesome in high school) On the other hand, I really didn't need to lose that weight. My "skinny jeans" are even a little loose now. I'm back in therapy and on anti-anxiety meds again, but all these things take time. My mom's coming in town tomorrow because I need some "mommy-ing" right now. But really I just need some prayers. So please pray that I can get my eating habits back on track, and that I can beat this anxiety. Thanks.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010


Today begins Lent. Traditionally, a time to give things up. But, right now, I can't think of anything to give up. I'm underweight, so nothing in the food sector. And I guess there's always Facebook, but that's the main form of communication with some of my friends. MLIA is a nice time suck, but what would giving it up really accomplish? TV shows are an option, but they're only on once a week, so it doesn't seem like that much. Reading for pleasure would be a huge sacrifice, but then what would I do in my free time? Watch more TV?

I once had a pastor who preached that instead of giving something up, you can begin something. And that really struck me. What can I start doing this Lenten season? I can try to devote myself more to God. When I'm at school, there isn't a church around that I like, so I usually don't go. And I get busy, and it can be very easy to not think about God often enough. Starting today, I will be reading Girlfriends in God, a free daily devotional on the internet. (Or for maximum convenience, delivered straight to my inbox.)

So the link is here, for anyone who would like to join me in this.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Ordinary Things

Read This

and here is my response.

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