hair forecast.


I found out about this amazing website called Hair Forecast. Basically it tells you what the weather will be like where you live and it gives you a 1-10 rating on how the weather will afftect your hair. AND for every visit they get to the site, a donation is made to Blood:Water Mission for the 1000 wells project!

This website was created by a man who is married to a curly haired woman. When they were dating he was majoring in Meteorology in college. She would call him at work to ask what the weather would be like that day (to see if she should straighten or not). He came up with a formula for deciding how the weather would afftect ones hair and decided to share his secret with others.

The Tea Challenge.


I am determined to like tea. I have a few of reasons.

1. I collect tea cups.
2. Wouldn't it be fun to welcome people into your house by saying "come in, would you like a cup of tea?" ?
3. Tea kettles are cute and fun.
4. I don't like coffee...tea is an alternative.

Thus my tea challenge begins. I went to Target and bought a sampler pack of (fruit) teas....

Tea: Country Peach Passion
Tea Cup: from Anthropology (amazing was $6)
Thoughts while steeping: smells like a thick, orange medicine I took when I was little.
Thoughts from first sip: Disgusting.
Next step: add (a lot of) soy milk.
Results: better.
Next step: add (about a tablespoon of) sugar.
Results: Delicious!

I know, I know. But I am easing myself into this whole tea thing.


My hands hold safely to my dreams
Clutching tightly not one has fallen
So many years I've shaped each one
Reflecting my heart showing who I am
Now you're asking me to show
What I'm holding oh so tightly
Can't open my hands can't let go
Does it matter?
Should I show you?
Can't you let me go?

Surrender, surrender you whisper gently
You say I will be free
I know but can't you see?
My dreams are me. My dreams are me

You say you have a plan for me
And that you want the best for my life
Told me the world had yet to see
What you can do with one
That's committed to Your calling
I know of course what I should do
That I can't hold these dreams forever
If I give them now to You
Will You take them away forever?
Or can I dream again?


The specials.


"Meet Sam, Hilly, Lewis, Lucy and Megan. Five housemates with learning disabilities who live the classic student lifestyle in Brighton.

Now aged between 19-23 they have been friends since childhood and together share the ups and downs of each other's lives from first love to heartbreak, from leaving college to finding a job as well as the day-to-day stuff like arguing over the remote or storming the local karaoke night.
They are starring in a made-for-web docu-soap series about their lives called "The Specials" "
You can watch the episodes here:

green beans.


Today elizabeth was sitting on the couch with a bowl of green beans. Something happened and she threw the bowl in the air, sending green beans everywhere. I laughed. This is what she said,

"Wow, that was just like in Return of the Jedi."

I was she corrected herself.

"Oh, no you're right. That was the wrong reference. It was The Empire Strikes know, when the droids collide and green beans go everywhere."

I love her.

oh calvin.



I keep looking at the clock to see if I can go to bed yet. Nope. It's not even 7. So I've been collecting pictures that make me happy. Here they are. Enjoy.



This has been an emotionally hard week for me. And today I fell apart over grapefruit.

I feel angry about a lot of things. School...Life. I've had 2 really hard tests recently. I know there are more important things in life, but failing tests seems pretty big to me.* My other classes are really confusing and I am behind in my printmaking class.** I have no desire to do homework or study. Ever. I'm done. And that makes me mad because I don't want to be like that.

To quote She's The Man, I just need to "suck it up...and rub some dirt in it" but it's hard.

My list of things to do just keeps getting longer and longer. I'm sick. Again. I feel like I get sick a lot. That makes me mad too. Stupid body.

So, because I'm sick (and I have no oranges) I thought I'd eat a grapefruit today. Then I decided I'd peel it and eat it the way my grandma does it (rather than cutting it in half and eating it with a spoon). I guess I don't have the skills she does because I ended up squishing most of it and making a mess. While I was feeling a little sad and sentimental about my grandma's style of eating a grapefruit, I started thinking about her. She moved into an assisted living home last week. It's hopefully temporary and she still has her house...but it's still sad. Her house is one of my favorite places. So I fell apart. Over grapefruit. Kinda. But it was really much more. The stuff hidden behind the thoughts of grapefruit. The buildup before the grapefruit. I'm not sure where I'll go from here. And I'm not sure why I'm sharing this. But it feels good to write it out. And maybe others can relate. Or maybe not. Either way....I'm going to eat my grapefruit.

*I don't know if I failed...probably not, but I didn't do well.
**I'll probably have to go in to the studio over the weekend.

looking at the stars.



Some days I can't form sentences. Today is one of those days. It's been a long week and it's only Tuesday. I've skipped 2 classes this week. I have a test Thursday. Need chocolate.

ok, I'll just make a list of interesting things that have happened since I last wrote...

1. went home for Valentine's Day (weekend).
2. drove with elizabeth and had some nice car talk.
(while home)
3. made my sisters tell me about any cute boys.
4. had an emotional breakdown in the Target parking lot with my mom (well, we were in the car...but many people walked past)
5. ate strawberry ice cream at the new place in Mims (can't remember what it's called).
6. went thrift store shopping with the whole family. many great finds.
7. had a tea party (minus the tea...I don't like it).
8. received valentine's chocolates from my dad and a pink snapdragon (Celia) from my mom.
(back to Tally)
9. the family found a bat in the house. The plan: blast music to make it come out of hiding. But actually, at night it came out on its own. They caught it.
10. found adorable pink cupcakes from ally.
11. received a Valentine's care package from my grandma's church. lots of delicious treats included.
12. skipped 2 classes.
13. made minestrone soup.
14. had a Lord of the Rings marathon...only made it through 1 1/2.
15. rode on the bus with elizabeth (this usually doesn't happen).
16. started writing a lesson plan for one of my classes. It will be for elementary students and it's about cave paintings.

...ok, back to the lesson plan.

Small Town.


Mary and Martha.


Sometimes stories from the Bible are frustrating. Because they remind me of how I need to change. A good example of this is the story of Mary and Martha. This always confused me when I was younger. I didn't understand why Jesus was pleased with someone who simply listened to him while another was trying to serve him. I read Windows of the Soul and Intimate Moments With the Savior both by Ken Gire and I finally understood. Jesus was more concerned with the heart of these two girls.

Mary was paying attention to Jesus's spiritual needs. He wanted someone to talk to. He needed someone to listen. He is away from his disciples and the crowds that followed him. He is in a quiet house and Mary sits at his feet, listening.

Martha does what she thinks is best. She tries to please Jesus. She cooks, cleans, and works for Jesus. But that's not what he wanted, needed, or even asked for. She did things her way. And then got angry when Mary got to spend more time with Jesus.

"As Mary takes all this in [Jesus's stories, etc.], Martha is getting caught up in a whirlwind of activity in the kitchen. In the flurry she hears less and less of the conversation in the other room. Hers is a magnanimous gesture but a mistaken one. Because Jesus doesn't want food; he wants fellowship."*

I discussed this with elizabeth and Natalie and we put it this way "Jesus doesn't need our spaghetti."

"He [Jesus] brings his point gently home: Fellowship with him is a matter of priorities. And and a matter of choice. It's the better part of the meal life has to offer. It is, in fact, the main course." *

The chapter from Intimate Moments... on Mary and Martha concluded with this prayer:

"Dear Savior at whose feet I now sit,
When you knock on the door to my heart, what is it you are looking for? What is it you want? Is it not to come in to dine with me? Is it not for fellowship?

And yet, so often, where do you find me? At your feet? No. In the kitchen. How many times have I become distracted and left you there… sitting…waiting…longing?

What is so important about my kitchenful of preparations that draws me away from you? How can they seem to trivial now and yet so urgent when I’m caught up in them?

Forgive me for being so much distracted by my preparations and so little attracted to your presence. For being so diligent in my duties and so negligent in my devotion. For being so quick to my feet and so slow to yours.

Help me to understand that it is an intimate moment you seek from me, not an elaborate meal.

Guard my heart this day from the many distractions that vie for my attention. And help me to fix my eyes on you. Not on my rank in the kingdom, as did the disciples. Not on the finer poi9nts of theology, as did the scribes. Not on the sins of others, as did the Pharisees. Not on the budget, as did Judas. But on you.

Bring me out of the kitchen, Lord. Bid me come to your feet. And there may I thrill to sit and adore you…”

*from Intimate Moments with the Savior


dear body,
please stop getting sick.

dear coke cake,
you better be at cracker barrel tonight.

dear teachers,
stop being mean to me.

dear homework,
go away.

dear stumble upon,
stop distracting me
(actually don't. I love you.)

dear movies,
stop disappointing me.

Happy Belated Birthday Norman Rockwell.


Without thinking too much about it in
specific terms, I was showing the
America I knew and observed to others
who might not have noticed.
—Norman Rockwell


All I want to do today is snuggle up in my warm bed and read a book. I'm not sure which book. But I think any book will do. I'm in the middle of 4. Soul Revolution, Same Kind of Different As Me, The Memory Keeper's Daughter, and Harry Potter. I would also like to drink a gallon of sprite to settle my tummy (yes, tummy). Instead I need to clean and do other unpleasant things.

My computer isn't working well. My phone isn't either.
I have a group meeting this evening for an art project. We don't know what we're doing.

Wow. I'm just charming today.

On happy/thankful notes,
1. I didn't fail my quiz today.
2. I skipped my printmaking class.
3. I received a package in the mail. (I love packages in the mail!) It was from my 2nd mom (Mrs. Tracy). It was t-shirts for elizabeth and me that (through the purchase) sends meals to children in Haiti! ( Today was a good day for a package.

...I think I'm going to take a nap.



highlights of the day:

Surprise (ish) visit from Natalie.
Bible Study with Natalie and elizabeth.
Bagel pizza...bagel with butter...bagel with egg and cheese. oh my goodness. I need to stop eating bagels. (Tomorrow I'll eat some spinich...and carrots)
Big chocolate chip cookie.
Finishing my art history paper.
Getting locked out of (and in) my car (with the alarm going crazy. I couldn't turn it off. it was loud...yes, this was a highlight. It was very amusing and turned out fine.)



The gospel is absurd and the life of Jesus is meaningless unless we believe that He lived, died, and rose again with but one purpose in mind: to make brand-new creations. Not to make people with better morals, but to create a community of prophets and professional lovers, men and women who would surrender to the mystery of the fire of the spirit that burns within, who would live in ever greater fidelity to the omnipresent Word of God, who would enter into the center of it all, the very heart and mystery of Christ, into the center of the flame that consumes, purifies, and sets everything aglow with peace, joy, boldness, and extravagant, furious love.
From Brennan Manning's
The Furious Longing of God