Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Wednesday is "Midnight" Day.

Midnight: the middle of the night; twelve o'clock at night.

At midnight, tonight I cannot have anything to eat or drink because tomorrow is my surgery. I've been paranoid about this little issue for the past two days that I've had nightmares about doing it. I think there will be plenty of post-it notes around the house.

At midnight last night I got paid.

At midnight last night I missed out on the opening of Eclipse. Oh well, I will enjoy it sometime tonight. I'm feeling a date night coming on with my main squeeze. Maybe we'll hit up Tulsa.

I don't plan to see midnight tomorrow night. I plan to be snoozing.

At midnight tonight there is officially 31 days left until we move!

What have your midnight's been like lately?

Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Top Two Tuesday: the return

Top 2 Things (not people) you would take to a deserted island

1. my ragged copy of Little Women.
2. a cell phone to get me off the island. (this is my island okay?)

I know it's not very fun, but y'all I gotta be honest and say I'm not an outdoor girl.
I'm more of an indoor girl. I have no problem with this at all. But while I'm waiting I figure that I could read my favorite book. It is one I could read over and over. Plus if I needed a break, I could tweet/facebook/blog/email while I wait.

I know. You're jealous.

Happy Tuesday!!

Monday, June 28, 2010

This post is brought to you by the number 8

I was tagged by Domesticated Bliss!

Here are the rules:
1. Go to your photo files and select the 8th photo folder.
2. Select the 8th photo in that folder.
3. Post that photo along with the story behind it.
4. Then challenge 8 blogging friends to do the same.This is a picture of the back of my wedding dress.
I absolutely loved the dress I wore.
It was so detailed and had a HUGE train that I LOVED!!
My sister helped me get dressed when I took my pictures.
Those are her hands that you see.
She was also my Maid of Honor.

I am tagging:

Here's to a new week, better attitude (for me!) and the month of July!!

Happy Monday y'all!

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Not so fast George Banks!

Okays, so remember the part at the beginning of Father of the Bride 2 where George Banks is talking about how his life was slowing down and he just about has it figured out and then life says, "not so fast George Banks!"

Yeah, well, I'm totally feeling him these days.

I went to have my upper wisdom teeth taken out because they finally came down. I had gas, numbing shots and for almost 35 minutes the dentist tried to get ONE out.

He was not successful. And now I'm in pain.

I am having them out this week with an oral surgeon. I am praying that I don't hurt. I can't handle the pain any longer.

I have cancre sores to make it worse. I also have an ear-ache from the pressure.

I can't really eat anything either because it takes too much effort.

And I'm supposed to have surgery on Thursday...which means I'm going to be drugged up the 4th of July weekend.

Basically I'm a mess.

And I miss blogging, but have no desire. I'm in a slump.

I am a big old whiner.

Happy Sunday.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

25 for 25

1. We have 5 Saturdays in Oklahoma left until we move. We plan to make the most of them.
2. In my Orange Leaf (aka the local fro-yo shop) I like to have the original tart flavor with blackberries and white chocolate chips.
3. I am growing out my hair. I want it to be like Amanda Seyfried length. We’ll see how long this lasts.
4. I can’t stand the original yellow post-it notes. I think they are ugly.
5. My dream kitchen currently includes, white cabinets, dark wood floors and robin’s egg blue walls. If you need a reference for robin’s egg blue please see a box of 94 Crayola Crayons.
6. I had braces for almost 2 and half years.
7. I am not a Tori Spelling fan.
8. I think Caroline is the most real Housewife that Bravo has.
9. I am the resident Google girl at work. There is not anything that cannot be found by me.
10. At my very first softball practice I busted my thumb. I played for 8 years.
11. My dad taught me everything I know when it comes to music, films and politics.
12. Of the four of us, my youngest sister and I are the ones who’d be most likely to have ADD. We also are the hippies of the group.
13. John Lennon’s Imagine puts my heart at rest. It always plays on the radio when I need it most.
14. I mentioned Brandon’s birthday the other day to him and he freaked out. Apparently 27 is a scary number.
15. Mashed potatoes from Del Rancho are wonderful. HINT. HINT.
16. My sister Jessi and I wore the shirts that our mom bought for us a month ago yesterday. We didn’t call each other. This is a regular occurrence.
17. I go back and forth between a cherry red with racing stripes or bumblebee Camaro for when I graduate law school.
18. I have a very low tolerance for pouters.
19. We’ve been swimming twice this summer. I need a day in the sun so I can be tan.
20. I like vanilla shakes from Sonic. Again, HINT. HINT.
21. For my 21st birthday, I was in Las Vegas, Nevada.
22. My brother is a football stud.
23. Every time I see the Dawn commercial for the animals in the Gulf my eyes water especially when I see the turtles.
24. I am special ordering some pens that I use at work for law school. Yes, I’m that anal about pens. I make no apologies.
25. Brandon has another interview. He is for sure going to our new home again. I on the other hand might get to go at this point. Another trip up there excites me nevertheless.

Happy Thursday!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Wednesday is "Ready" Day.

Ready: prepared for what lies ahead

We are ready for Michigan. I know I’ve said it before, but we are. I realized it this afternoon after I picked up my car from my dad’s work.

I was having a small problem with the car, but when I got there my dad had all other sorts of things done because he knew we’d need it before we headed up there. I tweeted about him being the best daddio, but inside a part of me that I’ve not been thinking about broke loose.

To be specific, I’m talking about the part that isn’t thinking about leaving everyone behind.

I let myself cry for a little bit. After all, it’s healthy.

And then I started to smile because everything is starting to come together.

I am caught up to the point at work that if tomorrow Brandon got a job, I’d be able to go. It’s just organizing my desk and finishing up a few things. But the big jobs are done.

We’re getting our doctor’s appointments taken care of before we go. Speaking of which, I’m getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow.

We have an apartment in our name as of today. Seriously, it is an empty apartment just waiting for us. Our house is a wreck, but the bulk of it has been organized into going and garage sale.

We are ready and just in time too. Brandon has an interview tomorrow at 1pm CST.

So please pray for us!!!!

The bulk of the hard work is behind us.

Now it's just up to the big guy in the sky.

Happy Wednesday girls.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Endless Summer: Part 5....finally.

Of course, my sister wanted to know why I was suddenly in such a hurry to get back. I told her I’d tell her on the way. We said our goodbyes and I told her the story. It wasn’t much of a story, but I was gushing all the same. She could tell I really liked him and was excited to meet him.

We got back to camp and I had told the girls that I’d meet up with them at the BCM Hut that night. When I got there, they were eating and Brandon was playing on his guitar. He was showing another girl how to play a certain chord. I immediately started talking to the girls. Turns out the girl who was playing the guitar with Brandon was Alison’s sister. We all had a good evening, but Brandon never made a move.

I’ll be honest and say that I didn’t know what to make of it. But I didn’t really have that much time to think about because it was time for curfew. PLUS, I really didn’t want to go back on my word. I told everyone I’d see them tomorrow and headed out the door. I will say that I was really hoping he’d follow me out the door, but he didn’t.

I don’t remember sleeping at all that night. I remember thinking about everything. Analyzing. Telling myself not to analyze.

This Monday was extremely busy. The place was packed. I got my sister all settled into her dorm. I barely had time to breathe. Finally, it was time for my shower before evening service. I got ready, grabbed my phone, and headed toward the amphitheatre. Halfway through church, I decided that I would leave a little early for my next post after service that night. I took my time getting around the curve because my latest golf-cart liked to back-fire. When I got to the top of the hill before I turned, my phone went off. It was Alex asking if I’d stop by the hut.

I told her I would. When I got there everyone including Brandon was outside. I immediately got nervous.

He walked up and I said, "So..." (very awkwardly!!)

"So I was wondering if I could take you on an icee date."

Now, icee dates are totally legit at camp because really where else are you gonna go?

I told him that I'd love to.

We again had a great night of talking to each other and I gave him my number.

I was on cloud nine by the time I got home that night. I was just so excited. The camp has a "leave room for Jesus" policy so he didn't try to hold my hand or kiss me. We were the ones enforcing the rules after all. But I really didn't care. The chemistry was totally there and I think I knew then he was the one.

The rest of the week we spent talking and when Friday rolled around I was super bummed. He was again going out of town, but he asked me to stop by the Hut on the way to church. When I got there, he had the sweetest note for me. I melted completely.

That Sunday, we had our first kiss.. He asked me before he did. I thought it was nice. I also gave my testimony because I was afraid that he wouldn't want me. Guys had told me that they didn't want to date me once they heard my testimony. But it didn't scare him. Not even a bit. I knew then he was the one for me.

Later at the end of the following week, we told each other "I love you." When my mom came to visit, I introduced her to Brandon and we chatted for a bit. When we drove away, I told her that he was the guy I was going to marry.

They were shocked of course because I'd never said that about anyone, so they knew I was serious.

Six months later we were engaged.

Two years later, we married.

I love him.

He loves me.

The End.

I hope you girls enjoyed the story. there are lots more details, but some things I'd like to keep a mystery. If you wanna know, ask.

Happy Tuesday!

Friday, June 18, 2010

DEFCON 5 at the Gilmore House...

I know I am in serious trouble for not posting Part 5 of the series, but I promise you want to hear this story.

Anyone watch Gilmore Girls?

"Yeah!" (I sometimes imagine when I'm telling my story that y'all are all sitting around me at a coffee shop just answering my questions as I go along. This is your response for today!)

Anyway, remember the episode where Lorelei the First comes to visit unexpectedly and Emily is freaking out because she didn't have time to put out the things that her mother in law bought her?

"Yeah, good episode."

Well, on Wednesday my grandparents came into town from Las Vegas. They told my mom they'd call when they were on their way. Well they called and said they were about an hour away.

Now I told you that story to tell you this story.

On Wednesday I was wrapping up my day at work and my phone rings. I didn't think anything of it and finished up my work.

My phone rang again. I couldn't answer it because of what I was doing.

My phone rang a third time and I started freaking out a little bit. My grannie has alzheimer's and is in the last stages and so I'm thinking the worst because well that's what I do.

So I call Brandon back and the first words he says to me are, "Have you talked to your family?"

And so I'm expecting the worst and I breathe out slowly and say, "No."

"Well, your grandparents are an hour away from Small Town, Oklahoma."

Oh shit. I think.

And then...

"Don't worry, I've already started straightening up the apartment. Call your mom and see what we're doing for dinner and how far away they really are."

I hang up.

I call my mom.

I call my sister.

And no one answers my phone.

No one answers my phone three times each.

Finally, my sister answers my mom's phone and says, "I don't have time to talk to you."

"What are you doing?"

"Well mom is putting the dishes in the dishwasher and I'm vacuuming the living room."

"Didn't you clean already?"

"Yes, but you know how mom is when someone is getting...

I hear the phone drop and an "OH CRAP. THE CUCKOO CLOCK MOM.

My mom has a cuckoo clock that is a family heirloom. She's recently redone her living room and hasn't found a place for the clock yet.

Jessi picks up the phone, "What are we gonna do? I bet we could lay it somewhere strategically so it looks like we're still making up our minds."

"Oh yeah, Jessi that sounds like a solid plan."

"Oh hush, you're not dealing with DEFCON 5 at the Gilmore House. You're on your way home and you have Molly WEasley working his magic at your house."


I just grin and drive on down the road.

ETA:Needless to say, they didn’t get the clock up in time.

It’s turned out to not be a big deal because it isn’t something you can just hang up on the wall. My mom wants to put up the clock because of all the sentimental value it has. The situation just made me think of Emily Gilmore.

Anyway, the grandparents are here and we’re enjoying our visit with them.
The moral of the story for this post, is make sure when watching the NBA finals to not get so distracted that you forget to double check you’ve finished all you want to say before closing your laptop or people might think something bad happened.

Happy Friday!


I will be posting Part 5 tomorrow or later tonight. I know you guys really want to know what happens. Er, at least I think I do.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Endless Summer: Part 4

So I called my sister and asked her if she’d come up for the summer to work at Falls Creek with me. She was at another camp attending that week, but while she was there she said she’d give it some thought.

The next week rolled around and as I mentioned this was the first regular week of seven that summer. It was busy again because we were all figuring out how to work with each other and for the rookies like me we were just learning in general.

I was excited about all of it. I love meeting people and I loved the camp too. I had been a camper there so lots of happy memories were here for me. I also remember thinking that I was going to see Brandon on Monday too.

And sure enough I did. The evening service was the biggest time that we were busy as far as clothes. We had three entrances that two girls had to cover. We decided that I’d take the back side. Most of the people had already arrived to service. I liked what I was doing and I was getting a positive response so far as positive as one could get for being the fashion police.

Then around the corner of the hill came the Road Crew. They were at night service, but came up the back route. They stopped and said hello and then we just chatted for the remainder of the service. I noticed that Brandon was pretty quiet. I didn’t think anything about it because some people are just shy.
I clearly am not one of them.

It was at this point that I really started diggin’ that tall boy, but I didn’t say anything because a) I had “friends” that would go after a guy I liked once I stated I liked a guy or thought he was cute and 2) I really meant what I said to God about not pursuing anything.

But I still thought he was cute.

Saw the girls again after service and we decided we’d give each other our cell numbers because it was easier to communicate in the evenings and on weekends.
Went to bed with pleasant dreams.

I woke up and got ready for the day. I knew Tuesdays were the worst day of the week so I mentally prepared myself. It actually turned out to be great. Alex, Alison and I spent the day getting to know each other better. They got to go with me on runs and we just enjoyed ourselves.

Well, the week progressed and each night they all pulled up for church again. The girls stayed and the boys went into service usually. (I was still seeing Brandon around campus.)

On Thursday, when Brandon was walking out to the golf-cart, I made the comment that he looked nice…in the sense that his outfit on him looked good and his hair was just right and I could tell he’d shaved recently too. The girls immediately were like, “OH REALLY?”

I told them yes really and didn’t think too much of it until they said they’d been trying to figure out who he thought was cute. He was “hard to crack”. And I told them about my unwillingness to say anything because of problems I’d had with girls in the past. They both told me that they had friends just like I did and we were glad to connect on this level and yet I was also excited because the guy might be digging me too!

My buddy, Matt that was on the Road Crew, came up to the golf-carts before Brandon did and asked what we were up to because we looked suspicious. I told him nothing and he could tell I wasn’t exactly telling the truth and so eventually we spilled the beans. The whole beans about me thinking he was cute, but also the important beans like I wasn’t doing anything to pursue the issue.
Brandon got to the cart and we all shooshed immediately although he had to have known something was up.

I told them I’d see them later that night.

At camp, there is sort of a Main Street and everyone goes there to flirt. It is hilarious to watch now, but when I was a teenager, this was THE place to be because some guy might ask you for an icee date!!

Well, I was busy on patrol and was stationed near this area for the night minding my own business when along comes Brandon and Riley. I’m thinking great the girls already told but when they started talking it really seemed as if Brandon had not a care in the world or ever alluded to what the girls and I had talked about earlier.
Eventually Riley left and it was just Brandon and I standing there talking about nothing but yet everything all at the same time. I noticed that he had only one dimple on his right cheek and if he was genuinely happy about something the dimple appeared. It also appeared when he was trying not to smile because he was tickled at something.

Of course, curfew came quicker that night because I was having so much fun. The road crew picked him up as they headed back to their cabins on the other side of camp and I definitely floated home to my own cabin that night.

Sleeping was good for me in those weeks. Seriously, the last time I’ve slept that good was when we were on our honeymoon.

Anyway, I knew that they were leaving for the weekend on Friday as usual. I told the girls before service what had happened and we decided we’d text the weekend away to determine what the conversation meant. Everything means something. Guys don’t get that, but girls do. I was also excited because I had just about talked my sister into working at camp.

I got home and generally had a good weekend. My sister was going to work at Falls Creek. I couldn’t have been more excited. She wanted to come home a lot on the weekends, but I didn’t mind.

Sunday afternoon, I was napping while my sister finished packing. I had been texting Alex and Alison all weekend. My phone went off and I checked to see who it was.
It was Alex.

She wanted to know if I liked Brandon.

I asked her why.

She said that they couldn’t convince Brandon that I thought he good looking. He thought I was way out of his league.

(Side note: do not judge because this was being asked via text message. I know it sounds like 1st grade on the play ground, but I don’t care.)

I told her that I really wanted to answer the question, but I didn’t want to feel like I was on the playground checking “yes or no.”

And as I sent my message she sent me one that said that Matt had convinced him that the girls were for real.

I had a sudden urge to get in the car and drive to camp.

Happy Thursday!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Wednesday is "Happy Place" Day.

Happy place: The mental state achieved when one wants to avoid the unpleasant or uncomfortable. Everyone's happy place is different, and usually consists of the things that make them joyous.

Today I’m going to be Positive Polly around the RTH Times. I’m tired of being such a Debbie Downer.

So I’m going to list all of the things that make me happy.

I am not avoiding the unpleasant or uncomfortable like the definition says, but rather finding something positive to focus on.

Things that make me happy…
• A good pedicure.
• Summer Camp.
• A good chick lit book.
• A good grilled cheese.
• The pool on a hot summer day.
• Seeing family.
• Going on vacation.
• Cheeseburgers, chips and queso.
• Guacamole.
• Sunshine.
• My blog.
• Ann Arbor
• My wedding and engagement rings.
• Las Vegas.
• A medium ball point pen.
• A hair day.
• Going to the movies.
• Having girl time with my sisters and mom.
• Friendships from the blogging world.
• Flowers sent to me from my favorite guy.
• Sonic Happy Hour
• A suntan
• The Beach Boys
• Twilight.
• Harry Potter.
• Sooner Football.
• A Speedway Special.
• A red velvet or wedding cake ice.
• Little Women.
• The Wizard of Oz.
• A new pair of flip-flops.
• Text messages.
• Paisley.
• A good date.
• Dinner and a movie.
• Daydreaming about our future.
• Full House.
• Notebooks.
• Pens.
• People magazine
• The mums on South Oval in Norman in the fall.

And so much more!

What puts you in a happy place?

Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Breaking Point

I feel like I’m being pulled twenty different directions these days.

I have so much to do and not enough time to do it.

It makes me sick to my stomach literally to think about it.

In fact, it makes me sick to write this small paragraph.

We’re packing.

We’re planning a garage sale.

We’re trying to get to our yearly check-ups before we leave.

We’re making sure we get the apartment we want.

We’re working on my financial aid.

We’re praying constantly about a job for Brandon.

We avoid thousands of times a day thinking about leaving our family and friends. It is going to be so hard. I don’t think about it at all because if I do, I cry.

We’re still going to work and trying to wrap up school.

We’re going to church.

As you can imagine, this is not good for me. And it is not good for my husband.

And speaking of my husband, you know I got into law school. (Haha. Duh! Really, I know you know.) I sorta feel like my part of the deal is done for now.

(Really, we’re both on this adventure. I know I’m the one that’s going to class, but it’s both of us that will be up there going through it all.)

But we have to get him a job so we can live while we’re up there.

It is stressing him out in a terrible way.

And that is to put it mildly.

I know I blogged about waiting for a miracle just two days ago, but this storm we’re dealing with has been brewing for some time.

I think sometimes when you put on a brave front, it gives permission for Satan to come after a person.

I guess this means that we’re headed in the right direction, but we need some help.
But we’re not getting any.

People keep tugging.

Work still needs to be done.

We’re still moving.

And at some point, we’re going to have to say goodbye.

ALL of these things are tough.

To be gut honest, most of the time it feels like it’s just the two of us and we’re not even gone yet.

We are the ones moving away while everyone else gets to stay here and be with each other and it’s a tough pill to swallow that only two of us actually know what it’s like.

Because we’re living it.

It’s me and my husband.

I can’t explain how lonely this place feels sometimes. Nor can I count the times that we’ve held each other thinking about it.

And yet, “La la la la Life goes on…”

So please pray for us earnestly.

Because we’re at our breaking point.

I’m tired.

He’s tired.

We need some relief.

We both know this is life. And sometimes it's hard. And we're not the only ones dealing with hard situations.

But we just need some relief.

Happy Tuesday.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Endless Summer: Part 3

I need to note that this stuff technically happened last week. Thursday we'll be back to this week. The story is about to get good y'all.

Now...where was I?

Oh yeah, went to bed thinking about that tall guy.

So I slept in on Saturday morning and woke up to a dead quiet campground. I roamed around a bit and then went in for lunch. We had another camp the next day. So I watched a movie, read part of my current book and then took another quick nap. I had dinner and then settled in for the night.

The next day camp started and little kids were everywhere. I was technically not on duty that week. I was working, but I wasn't the fashion police. And it was a relief let me tell ya.

I was still very busy. Little kids have different problems like eating too much cookie dough and puking it in the street because they made themselves sick from eating too much. So I was busy dodging puke in the streets. After all, if I see it, hear it, or smell it. I am doin' it.


Camp was busy! And it kept going strong. I had time long enough to crawl into bed each night that's how busy I was. I was going to bed earlier because I was so active during the day. I noticed the BCM Hut was pretty quiet, but I didn't have time to notice that in all reality it was a ghost town.

Remember me mentioning the people who had a role in our story that I wasn't going into details about...well this is the week that they played their role. I almost went home because of what they'd done.

But for some reason, I felt like I needed to be at camp. I didn't know why I needed to be there, but I knew I did.

The next morning I woke up and that last day at camp in the middle of the week was DEAD. SLOW. I couldn't believe how slow it was.

It was at this point that I realized I hadn't seen that tall guy all week.

It was Wednesday.

Where were they?

I headed to my meeting for the next camp. The children's camp week was two camps in one week. And we were getting more campers that evening! So we had some gearing up to do. But we also were gearing up for the regular weeks that were set to start that next week!

We had to know what was going on at all times for logistical reasons. And they brought up the Road Crew.

And I casually asked where they were and found out they were at another camp I grew up going to as well that week.

It was then that I thought about the tall guy again.

And suddenly, I found I had a lot of time to just think. There were three whole days before I might see him again. It was going to be a long weekend.

And so I decided to make a call.

They needed another girl in the icee stands and I happened to have a sister who needed a summer job.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb? Is this thing on?



So I hope everyone is well. I have been sick since Tuesday and it is awful. Tonight is the first time that I've felt some relief. The key is to stay cool, with my nose clean and crud coughed and spit out of my mouth. I know that's gross, but it's my reality.

I stayed up with everyone's blogs until Thursday when it got really bad. But it was a nice four day holiday. I have to admit though, I missed the blogging world.

Here is what I figured out while I was gone.

Brandon and I have decided that we're going to get our house packed. We say to each other all the time that we are ready to be in Michigan. But we're not ready.

The official moving date is July 31st. BUT if Brandon gets a job, then we're heading up there sooner obviously.

We've been struggling a lot with weary hearts recently. We're weary because we're ready to go, but can't go because Brandon doesn't have a job.

We need that job to come through for us!

And so seeing Michigan in May was great, but it also was just a huge teaser in many ways.

Our hearts are there.

This morning, we had a guest speaker at church and he spoke about how we have to be ready for God to show up.

And after church, I could tell something was bothering Brandon. I pestered him until he finally told me and he said that it was the usual. While he has one last class, it is online. So we can go at any time.

But y'all our house is no where near ready.

Anyway, Brandon asked me if I would pray with him about everything and so we did.

And I realized while we were praying that we need to be ready to go to Michigan.

That way, when God does his work, we will be ready to go.

So this week begins the task of organizing into storage, garage sale and moving with us to Michigan.

We need to get down the essentials so we can be ready to go.

We are waiting for God to do his business.

But in the mean time we've got to do our part too.

So get ready for some posts about my husband's hoarding habits y'all.

And also, get ready for another post about God doing his great and mighty work of miracles.

Because we're moving to Michigan, with a job in hand.

After all, Jesus is in the business of doin' miracles.

And we're gonna get ready for ours.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Wednesday is "Crickets" Day.

Cricket: any of several jumping, orthopterous insects of the family Gryllidae, characterized by long antennae and stridulating organs on the forewings of the male, as one of the species commonly found in pastures and meadows (field cricket) or on trees and shrubs (tree cricket); known for their chirping noise in rural areas.

So, it's been pretty quiet around here at the RTH Times. So quiet, you can hear the crickets a chirpin'! I have been sick for the past two days, but even before that I decided that I really would take a break this week. Of course, I have to post on educational Wednesday. It's just a really fun tradition.

This post is going to be short and sweet. It is a quick Q and A of sorts.

I am still reading your blogs, but I'm just chilling as far as posting is concerned this week only.

Our Endless Summer story will be posted as it historically happened. So when I'm publishing them, it is historically accurate for the most part.

That said, there really isn't anything to talk about this week. I'll still have a post, but it won't be that long. Things really start to pick up next week so get excited!!

So that's all for now. I'm headed back to my tissues and water.

Happy Wednesday.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Endless Summer: Part 2

Ladies, this post is written by the tall guy himself! Enjoy!


Let me start off here with telling you I'm not doing this of my own free will.
Sam said, she would hold my Xbox for ransom if I didn't do this.

It worked.

Here I am.

I'm writing about the first time I saw a pretty lady.

Let me back step a bit here. I didn't know for sure what to expect the summer of 2005. I knew what I would be doing for the BCM Road Crew but past that, I had no idea. I didn't know a lot about the people I would be with on the Road Crew much less what the camp staff would be like.

The few weeks before the ship off to camp I focused completely on God. I told God that this is not about me or finding a girl friend. See, four months before going to camp, a girl crushed my heart. I was serious and she was not. She told me many of times before, "I was better off with out her".

Wow, who says that!

Turns out she was right.

Why you ask?

Well I would never have left my home town. I sure wouldn't be moving states a way like I soon will. Would I have graduated from a four year college? Would I have wanted more out of life than what my home town had to offer?


Probably not!

So, back to shipping off to summer camp……..
The day of ship off, I was taken to a city to meet up with the rest of our group. This whole thing was nerve wracking for me. I'm not a good first person communicator. It takes me a few times after meeting a person to open up. This has changed a bit since then. :)

I had 4 girls, two guys, and two group leaders to, "get to know", for the rest of my summer. These people were wonderful. Sure we had our head butting adventures, but all in all everything worked out for the best.

The first week, as you know from Sam's story, we worked on the BCM Road Crew Hangout.

The night we finished painting the chapel I was introduced to a blond hair, blue eyed, pretty lady. She knew Matt, one of the Road Crew boys. I didn't make a big deal out of what I had seen, due to what I told God. Although, I didn't forget her face after she left.

Through out the first week I sure kept seeing the blue eyed, blonde girl around campus. She would stop and chat with Matt, Alex, and Allison. Sure, I snuck in my words with her too. I wasn't looking for a "girl friend" but I sure wasn't going to miss a chance to flirt a bit with her either.

The next week, we were headed to a leadership camp for high school students. I know looking back that I had my mind focus on what God wanted, but I remember thinking about that blue eyed, blond haired lady. I didn't let it consume me, but there was just something about that pretty lady named Samantha.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Endless Summer: Part 1

So after Wednesday night when I wrote my short and sweet post for the day, I suddenly had the urge for a blogging vacation. And I still have that urge, but you see blog friends, I’m a person who has slight anal tendencies. And due to these tendencies, I couldn’t walk away quite as quickly as I wanted because I am trying my hardest to stay committed to my five posts a week resolution. Also,this is the week I start telling the story of how Brandon and I met and fell in love in the month of June in 2005.

Yes, you read right. It only took a month. I’ve always known that when I met the guy, it’d be fast and furious. And it was. Plus, when you know, you know.

So girls, go buy the Beach Boys album, “Endless Summer” because it is the soundtrack of our story. And if you have it in an 8-track, it will sound ten times better…

I started working at camp on Memorial Day of 2005. I didn’t know what to expect as a worker, you see I’d always been a camper instead. I was on the courtesy patrol. My job along with another female co-worker was to enforce the dress code. It was not glamorous being the fashion police of a conservative Christian camp. Let me just tell ya. The girls’ attitudes were awful and their mothers, sponsors and sometimes pastors were worse. I started out on foot doing my job. This camp has lots of hills and for whatever geographical reason, whatever the temperature is around us, it was always hotter. If there was a bad storm, it was always worse where we were. I was told that it was unlikely that I’d have a golf cart for the summer. And I was definitely bummed about this situation, but after about forty-five minutes I was over it. I had a shade tree and plus camp wasn’t all that busy. It was Texas week. The camp is based in Oklahoma but there is one week out of the summer that only Texas churches attend. Their schedule is based around sports and is definitely more relaxed. I knew some of the workers from going to other camps and mission trips together, but for the most part I was meeting new people. At lunch time I went in and discovered that I would be driving a cart after all because I had to be able to cover lots of ground quickly since there are five to six thousand campers a week at the camp. I had no problem with this new development and was very happy to oblige them on it.

I am going to pause in the story to say that there are some rotten people who have a part in our story, but I’m not going to discuss their part. Long story short, they were not nice. But I still am mentioning them because should they ever find my blog, I want them to know that I have forgiven but haven’t forgotten them or their actions.

Now where was I? Oh yeah, I got a golf cart! And boy did I get busy signing up girls for trash duty. After evening service I ran into a friend of mine that I had been a sponsor with on a previous summer at the same camp. He was working at camp again for the Baptist Collegiate Ministries. His job that summer along with the other members was to encourage graduated seniors to get involved with their local BCM once they started college. They were painting the building they were using for the summer. He introduced me to everyone. There were 4 girls and 3 guys total, and the directors. It also happened that I knew the directors. I hadn’t seen them in awhile so we decided later on to catch up. Once curfew happened I still had an hour before my curfew so I headed back over. They were still painting the building and were now using vehicles for lights. At this point, I began to notice the tallest of the three guys. I will say that at this point in my life I was earnestly not seeking out someone. I had decided that if God had someone for me that it would all be on Him. And so, while the guy was cute and had amazing calf muscles, I didn’t really put much thought into it. Plus, I had no make-up on and my hair was up in a ponytail because it was hot. I went in for curfew, made my bed and organized a few things in the bathroom. I went to bed and had a text from another guy that had been an off and on make-out thing and I responded to him. We talked for a few minutes and I headed to sleep.

The next day was a little busier than the first. Of course, the second day in the week is always the busiest at camp because it’s the first full day. I ran into the two girls that were part of the girl with the tall guy. Their names were Alex and Alison. They were really nice and I knew that we’d be friends. I actually sat with them at meals for the remainder of the week because they shouted my name across the cafeteria if I didn’t pay attention quickly enough. They of course wanted to know if I was dating anyone or had anyone in mind and I told them no.

Later in the week, I ran into the other two guys (tall guy included!) as I was making my afternoon rounds. They both said hi and wanted to know how my new golf cart was working out for me. I was on my second of six that summer. I went through carts three through five in one week. And that week was the next week by the way. Anyway, they were ribbing me about breaking my first cart. I was definitely embarrassed because my dad is a car man. I actually thought both guys were cute, but the tall guy appealed to me more for some reason. I actually looked decent this go round when I saw him. My hair was down and I had make-up on for the upcoming evening services. We chatted a little bit and then I went on my merry way. At that point, I definitely thought the tall guy was cute.

In the mean time, I was making friends with lots of other girls and my roommate had arrived by that point. I was enjoying the week and the experience. I ran into Brandon and his riding buddy Riley a lot across campus. It was fun and of course you know I flirted. I mean hey, just ‘cause I wasn’t making a concerted effort to find a guy didn’t mean I couldn’t flirt. On Friday, I ran by the hut to see if they were around and the doors were closed. I found out that they left early on Friday evenings to go to churches on the weekends to do worship and skits. I was majorly bummed.

And the curious thing was when I laid down that night to sleep I couldn’t stop
thinking about the tall guy named Brandon…

Happy Friday!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Wednesday is "Date Night" Day

Date Night: a night that couples go out on a date; typically a Friday or Saturday however some are of the school of thought that spontaneous date nights are the best; helps the relationship

I'll be brief.

We're going on a date tonight.

It is of the spontaneous nature. I love those because they're the best.

I know this is a lame educational Wednesday post, but I make no apologies.

Because I've got a date with my guy.

We'll be back to the regular around here at the RTH Times tomorrow.

But for now...

Happy Wednesday.

P.S. Lil' Woman you won the giveaway. I've emailed you. I've name dropped you in two posts now. I'm starting to worry about you. Please let me know you're alive.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Happy June...and the results are in!!

Tonight in a very fair contest.

And by fair, I mean I wrote down each entry...multiple times for some of you.

Then I put them in a sack and shook them up really hard.

And then Brandon closed his eyes, put his hand in the sack and pulled one out.

And I am pleased to announce the winner, winner, chicken dinner is.....

LIL' WOMAN!!!!!!

Congrats Lil' Woman!! Please comment so I can email ya about getting in contact with Kelsey!

Happy Tuesday and Happy June!!

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Hi y'all! The name's Samantha. You can call me Sam if you like. I am a lover to a boy I met at Falls Creek in the summer of 2005, that is a student of Jesus, a Sooner born and Sooner bred and when I die I'll be Sooner dead, Democrat by party, blonde to the core, and oldies but goodies kind of girl.
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