big dogs, funny blogs, dropping logs, warthogs, going for jogs, and my mom’s clogs which were so bright red the hospital made it a new rule that nurses can’t wear such “flashy” shoes.
Truth be told, I’m neither cool nor rebellious and I am a recovering narcissist. Thus, I am giving in and jumping on the bandwagon months later. Like I did with facebook. I clung to my “mySpace” account for an embarrassing amount of time. That being said, here is my list of
25 Random Facts About Me:
* I can tell my nephews ANYTHING and they will believe it. The other night Vander was sharing my milk because I told him it was magic milk. But I said he could only share if he didn’t backwash. He then asked me what it means to backwash. I realized that if I told him the truth, he, without question, would spit his food in my milk. Thus the lie. I didn’t realize its effect until I heard my mom:
Some days my year in Africa feels like a dream. But Lorenzo won’t let me forget that it was real. This picture of him hangs by mirror so I’ll see it every morning and remember. I love this picture of him. I love it because it captures some of his spunky personality and because he seems to be saying, “Don’t you dare forget us Katie. Don’t forget what you saw here. Don’t forget our village, don’t forget how you saw God working in huge ways and don’t forget the poverty. It is real. Don’t you dare forget.”
37“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you?39When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40“The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.’
41“Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. 42For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, 43I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’
44“They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’
45“He will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’
My sister is my best friend. She knows me better than anyone else. Knows when I’m annoyed and trying not to be, knows when to leave me alone and how to cheer me up. She tells me when my toenails are ugly or my outfit doesn’t match and she thinks I’m funnier than I actually am. However, it was not always this way.
My happiness is found in less of me and more of you.I have found the answer is to love you and be loved by you alone.You crucify me and the world to meand I will only boast in you.
I showed up to our first staff meeting 30 seconds before it started looking like a sweaty mess. Two years ago I stressed out the night before this first meeting because I didn’t know what to wear, who I would sit by, or what impression I would make on people. I could potentially be meeting my future husband so I had to look cute and not be awkward. This is not as easy as it sounds. I still remember being at a women’s retreat with my college roommates and we were determined to make some new friends. Jenny said, “Guys, we have to try to be normal.”
Three potential new friends sat down. We got excited. Potential friend # 1 called a guy a “tool” and Lesley said, “What, like a hammer?” Then Jenny said, “I just looooove cherry pie” for no reason at all. If that didn’t scare our potential new friends away, we must have lost them when we stopped the car and made Lesley get out in just her underwear and run across the highway to pet the horses.
But I digress. My point is, it’s not easy to force myself to be normal and not awkward. I hate trying to impress people and love that I don’t have that pressure at school any more. This year I went for a morning run right before the meeting and didn’t even leave myself enough time to try to cover the massive zit on my chin. The pictures below are of us trying to be normal. The first one is with the girls we attempted to befriend. Don’t worry Lesley- I promise I won’t post the other picture. Please notice that I am being much more normal than Jenny and Lesley. The second is with the president of Westmont. I can’t remember exactly what awkward lines we said to him but know it was something along the lines of, “Gee Mr. Gaede, you’re famous.”
girl- “Coach, I’m really glad I don’t have you as my teacher.”me- very offended, “WHAT? Why?”girl- Well I could never take you seriously. I would be laughing at you all the time.me- still aghast, “You had me when you were a freshman and didn’t laugh at me all the time.”girl- “Yeah, but that was when you hated America and were annoyed by all us entitled Americans. Now I know just how weird you actually are.”me- “Touche.”