Saturday, September 11, 2010

September 11th



May we always hold our the memory of our departed in our hearts. Eternal peace grant unto them, Lord.

And, in a special way, one soul who was born on this day, but never lived to see the September 11th attacks.


Happy Birthday, Dylan. Rest in peace.


In the midst of passing bravery
In the face of our own injury
It's the constant generosity of grace

Friend, I know your heart is raw
But love is still a worthy cause
(Love is Still a Worthy Cause, by Sara Groves)

Love Never Fails.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Something to chew on...when you have time

The following article is very interesting. It made me think of the following points:

Here it is.

1. The last time the electricity went out my sister and I ran to the computer to Google what to do when the electricity goes out. Of course this did not work because the computer was down with the electricity.

2. I was not able to read the entire article without interuption. Why? I was jumping from place to place on the internet at the same time. Proves a point?

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Hello Everyone,

I have officially moved into college and am starting classes tomorrow. Due to some technology problems, I have been unable to call or e-mail any of you. So...

No cell phone and no computer(I am in the library right now). Long story....

However, I am still alive, and kicking. Despite the technology problems, everything else is going perfectly! We have been staying up super late and having lots of fun.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Brothers and Sisters in Christ

My dear mother introduced the lovely blog of the Visionary Daughters to me a few years ago. I have found their articles both inspiring and insightful. It has been a delight to read the musings of two Christian young women on various topics, including, but not limited to, Christianity in the modern world, modesty and the relationships between young men and women. In this particular article they address the roles of young men and women of today and their relationships to each other as brothers and sisters in Christ. Take a gander and enjoy!

http://visionarydaughters.com/2008/07/brothers-and-sisters-in-christ

Monday, August 30, 2010

King of Anything

I have actual blog posts coming up...I promise...

But here's a song I discovered recently that strikes my fancy. Sara Bareilles is one amazing songstress. Like Love Song, it's got some angst and some bite to it, but the music itself is so cheery and bubbly. It's awesome possum.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Prayer for complete trust in God by Francis de Sales

Do not look forward to the changes and chances of this life with fear. Rather, look to them with full confidence that, as they arise, God to whom you belong will in his love enable you to profit by them.

He has guided you thus far in life. Do you but hold fast to His dear hand, and He will lead you safely through all trials. Whenever you cannot stand, He will carry you lovingly in his arms.

Do not look forward to what may happen tomorrow. The same Eternal Father who takes care of you today will take care of you tomorrow, and every day of your life. Either He will shield you from suffering or He will give you unfailing strength to bear it.
Be at peace then, and put aside all useless thoughts, all vain dreads and all anxious imaginations.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

So while we are on the subject of college applications...

Explanation:

You know how you have to write those phony essays when you apply for scholarships that say, “Write about why You of All the Billions and Billions of People who Ever Existed on This Entire Planet deserve this precious, coveted money more than Anyone Else?” Well, when I was applying for one scholarship back in senior year, the prompt said,
“Write an essay about why you would be counted among the university’s Distinguished Alumni if you returned for your class’s 25th reunion”.

It was spring, and I was a little sick of such essays. So one Saturday I wrote the following as a joke and then promptly forgot about it until yesterday, when I was cleaning my hard drive of old documents and found the file. It made me laugh and wish that I’d submitted it as the actual scholarship application essay.

For all of you who are just darn sick of applications and essays, I think you will understand the desperation that made me turn out this punchy essay. If not, forgive the craziness or just don’t read it. :)



"This year, when I return to Notre Dame for the Class of 2012’s 25th reunion, I join the ranks of the college’s Distinguished Alumni. That group consists of Nobel peace prize winners, Metropolitan Opera Stars, and other renowned men and women. However, I may be the most unique Distinguished Alumni that ND has ever had.
During my four years at Notre Dame, I was deeply committed to academics, music, and community involvement. My achievements during that period, stellar grades and my double major in psychology and music had earned me a large scholarship for studying music therapy at my first choice school. However, two weeks before graduation, my life took a sudden turn. From a horrible automobile accident, I lost the use of three of my fingers. I could no longer play the piano and was a severely handicapped typist. Because could no longer be an effective music therapist, I chose not to enter graduate school, but got a job with General Mills Cereals as a taste tester. It paid the bills, and I got a free box of cereal a week—which took care of the breakfast bill.
For 18 months, I tasted one cereal and tested another. After a while, I could smell one Wheatie or Cheerio at a distance of 20 yards. I was sick of cereal. I donated my free boxes to charity.
On one especially dreary, long day, I sat in the General Mills factory on my lonely stool, testing each batch of cereal as it proceeded by me. It was hot in the factory, and I began to feel nauseous. Oddly, there was no diversity among the batches that day; each one was Cheerios. Batch after batch after batch. All Cheerios. In my horrible condition, I began to absolutely loathe its grainy, pale, circular taste. Finally, I could stand it no longer. As I caught sight of the 271st batch of Cheerios headed my way, I swore inwardly that I would not taste this batch, job or no job. It came closer, but I was firm in my resolve. If my omission was seen, maybe I wouldn’t be nominated Employee of the Month, but, hey, there was always next month. The batch was getting nearer. I wavered. I was being paid to taste the cereal, not to baby-sit it. I battled with my conscience fiercely, but the deep sense of duty Notre Dame had imbued in me prevailed. I sampled a Cheerio.
Nearly instantly, convulsions ran through my body and I began to scream with pain. Simultaneously stopping the cereal’s conveyor belt and reaching for the emergency telephone, I cried urgently for poison control. I was rushed to the hospital, where I was given medication to counteract the poison that had been secreted into that batch of Cheerios. It was discovered that the next 24 batches of Cheerios all contained that quite fatal poison. Within hours, the incident was known across the United States and a nation-wide panic ensued as men, women, and children burned boxes of Cheerios, while wearing protective gas masks. However, because I had discovered that tampered batch, the American public was quite safe.
Immediately upon my release from the hospital, I was swamped by the media. I became an international hero for my simple, dutiful act. I was extolled by the President, commended by the Queen of England, and praised by Prime Ministers across the globe. I have received every honor and recognition possible for an American female (except the General Mills’ Employee of the Month. Cheerios’ sales dropped drastically after the incident).
Although I did not become the music therapist I had hoped to be, Notre Dame still prepared me for my job. It strengthened my spirit and sharpened my mind so that I could make wise decisions. My education taught me to strive to do my best and as I thought was right always. What it did not teach me was that eating one Cheerio can have world-wide, life-saving consequences. I now eat oatmeal for breakfast."

Retrospective Introspection

Give a girl an education and introduce her properly into the world, and ten to one but she has the means of settling well, without further expense to anybody. ~~Jane Austen


Right now college means one thing to me:

applications

which of course equal:

loads and loads of work.

Writing essays, I'm fine with. What was really starting to get to me was the never-ending checking boxes, filling out the SAME information over and over, squeezing words into limited spaces, number crunching, etc., etc., etc. in never ending succession!

*insert plaintive sigh here*

And furthermore, the endless and monolithic process known as "APPLYING TO COLLEGES" takes up lots of TIME.

*insert groan here*

Time that could be spent enjoying oneself, laughing and talking with friends, scrapbooking, journaling, going for a walk, or any other infinitely more enjoyable activity.

So. Those were my feelings up until about 5:00 today.



As I look over these words that I originally wrote here, I can't help but smile. I remember exactly what had happened the day I wrote them, the emotional state I was in, the frustration I was feeling, the heartbreak, the happiness, and the beauty that abounded.

Senior year.

There's absolutely nothing like it.

If you’ve already experienced it; look back on it and savor your memories.

And smile.

If you’re on the verge of it: get ready. You’re in for the adventure of a lifetime. I promise you you’ll be stressed out of your mind, you’ll get pushed to places you never knew you could go, and you’ll grow in unbelievable, incredible and beautiful ways. Oh, and you’ll have fun, and lots of it-even while filling out applications- as long as you make up your mind to enjoy the bumpy ride. It’s like a roller coaster-you can spend the whole ride worrying about flying off the tracks, and being scared out of your wits. Or else you can just let go, scream, laugh, put your hands in the air, and have fun on the Ride God’s put you on. Because there’s really no point in riding a roller coaster unless you’re willing to relinquish control.


So, on the way home from my show this afternoon, I stopped by my church's Eucharistic adoration chapel. It was lovely and peaceful, and I sat in front of Jesus, finishing up my calc homework. I've always found the adoration chapel is the best place to work through my problems. I now know that math problems can be worked out there as well.


Moral of the story: the Eucharist is indispensible, irreplaceable, and incandescently incredible. And so healing. The Eucharist is definitely what got me through Senior year. He’s the fix for every problem:

When you’ve got too much calculus homework-go to Adoration.
When you want a good cry-go to Adoration.
When you want to share good news with someone-go to Adoration.

I think you get my drift… :)

My favorite is when you don't really have anything to say to Jesus, but you just pop in to say hi real quick. Basking in the glorious warmth, joy, and love pulsating from Him, you just plop yourself in front of the Eucharist, and let go of your problems. It's lovely. Which is basically the reason I chose to go to Notre Dame-there’s a chapel in each dorm. Jesus lives in every dorm, folks. How wicked awesome is that?

Then, I got home, and I sat down at the computer and I got my first college application submitted! One down. Five to go. I can do this.


And, I realized I've been letting my laziness get in my way. There were some points over the past week I was debating whether college was really worth it or not. In reality, though, I was just bogged down in the mire of applications, and also, scared of leaving home, friends, and family. Then, I realized how absolutely stupid I was being. Because, I AM excited for college-I know it'll be awesome. Anything that is awesome won't come without hard work; and I hate to admit it, but hard work is an acquired taste for me. I have to teach myself to enjoy it.



Oh boy. I'm going to have to work harder this fall than I ever have before. But I'm so excited for it. I'm so ready to take on the challenge, and as Hamlet would say: the readiness is all. I'm so glad that I found the courage to choose to leave home back in May. Now, I'm realizing that life at home is going to continue without me. It's not as if your friends and family magically put their life on "pause" while you're gone-they continue on with their lives. Without you. Not gonna lie, my friends, that thought often saddens me. But then I recall my life's not going being paused either; it’s barreling on full-speed ahead. As C.S. Lewis would say: we’re all travelling into the future at the rate of sixty seconds per minute, whether we would wish it or no. Peace comes when we cease to resist that fact; we lift our hands in the air and enjoy the breath-taking beauty of the Ride.

There are certain parts of ourselves that we want to choke out of existence: the parts of us that snap sassy retorts to our parents, or groan instead of grin when asked to clear the table. There are other facets of our selves that we cultivate and nourish. I'm so excited to nourish the artist within me, to push myself, to explore, to tell stories, to drink in the joy of performing, the joy of art. I love it. And I can't wait to cultivate the scholar in me. The scholar who thirsts for knowledge. The student who relishes the victory of completing a laborious assignment. The student who grows in appreciation of her art. The student who thirsts for God and hungers for Truth.

Thankfully, we stopped at my Grandma’s house on our way down to Notre Dame. There’s a painting hanging up in my grandma’s house. I noticed that simple little drawing for the first time; and hidden in that picture I found the words Psalm 37:4. So, I looked up the verse in the Bible, and this is what I found:

Find your delight in the LORD who will give you your heart's desire.

And it’s definitely what I needed to here. Often, College overwhelms me with the limitless opportunities that lie before me. What passions of mine do I pursue? How do I make sure no hidden talent or facet of my person go unexplored? How do I become Balanced and Well-Rounded? The answer is simple.
Go to adoration.
Pursue God.
Seek ye first the Kingdom of God, and all these things will be added unto you, and all that jazz.
I love God-He’s awesome sauce. For many reasons, of course, but one of the happiest being that He sends us the answers when we least expect it.
Have a beautiful autumn/first semester, everyone!

Monday, August 16, 2010

Book Review: How to Be a Hepburn in a Hilton World by Jordan Christy

Think of Audrey Hepburn. What girl wouldn’t trade places with her in an instant? She has all the charm, sweetness, and loveliness that any girl could possibly want. But nowadays, girls aren’t trained, told, or even encouraged to be like the gorgeous Audrey. Instead, our society has “kicked classy and well-spoken ladies to the curb. Think about it. Have you ever heard of Nancy Alcorn and her international organization that freely houses thousands of at-risk females? Or Cathleen Black, the “First Lady of American magazines” and one of Forbes’s 100 Most Powerful Women?...Of course not! Let’s face it—it’s high time some extraordinary young women brought self-respect, intelligence, and true beauty back to the female gender.”
The media is saturated with stories about Britney, Lindsay, and most recently Miley. They are the ladies getting the attention, and many girls emulate them—making themselves one of the “Stupid Girls” by climbing up on tables in bars, doing lap dances, wearing six-inch heels paired with a fabulous 3 inch miniskirt, texting guys all night (this is the best case scenario), etc…
We know this: our culture is obsessed with these Stupid Women. But this book isn’t about what the problem is; it is about what we are to do. Who are we going to be? “Sure,” Christy writes, “it’s easy to laugh about a pop star’s latest run-in with the law over lunch with our friends and read about the latest hook-ups in Us Weekly while we’re at the beach, but when all is said and done and the next generation of young women grows up not knowing anything different, we are going to have a problem on our hands. Intelligent and refined girls are by far the exception these days—shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
Christy gives some fabulous tips about how to be a Smart Girl and give women a good name—and the next generation of women a chance at modesty and respectability. This is what she says…
1) Keep your chin up and your skirt down! Have some self-respect. Don’t go giving it all away to any guy at any time. Don’t party like crazy. And please please please, don’t wear pink alligator skin miniskirts.
2) Speak with politeness, respectfulness and gentility. Get rid of the “lol”s and “OMG”s. Some ways to do this? Read the dictionary between commercials! Read more for fun! Tape yourself talking and listen to how you sound.
(side note: Christy puts in this little poem-esque selection. I found it delicious food-for-thought:
“What your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
What your character, for it becomes your destiny.”)

3) Know your stuff. “When we’re unaware of history and current issues, it’s difficult to be knowledgeable on any subject,” Christy says. Are you able to hold an intelligent conversation about the economy or the government or the situation in China?
4) Word hard—set high goals for yourself. Have a “smart girl list” of what you want to accomplish. Things that could be on there? Learning a new language. Volunteering at a new charity. Getting involved in local government.
5) Choose your friends wisely. And then make sure you keep the good friends around! Add some humor to your relationships. Create stronger friendship by having a regularly scheduled date, whether it is for coffee and a manicure or swing dancing or watching a movie.
6) Let the guy do the pursuing. Think of the Notebook and how timeless a love story it is. The guy waits around for the girl for years and years—he builds a whole darn house for her!! He goes crazy (literally) FOR HER. And years later, he still wants her with all his heart. That is what every girl wants—don’t lie to yourself. Plus, that is what guys want. They like it when a girl isn’t easy to get, they like a challenge! Soooo… DON’T make the initial call to a guy. Do NOT creep him online or text him about your feelings. It will only turn him off, so play it cool , girl :)
7) Dress to impress. “People always remember a chic and classy outfit, so when in doubt, dress it up.” On the subject of clothes, she also says: Go for solids (over big prints) if in doubt—they will make you look slimmer. Don’t buy clothes a size too small and make it your goal to fit into them. And save your legs for the beach. No one’s legs look good without a heavy-duty massive cleanup effort involving strong chemicals and oh-so dangerous razor blades. Also, keep safety pins on hand and try to keep those bra straps hidden!
8) But remember, whatever you are wearing, a smile will conquer all. “”If you should happen to get caught looking not-so-good, just flash your pearly whites.”
9) Have a good attitude with food! Have your cake and eat it too. Cooking more helps develop a healthier relationship with food. Try combining food with helping others!
Christy inserts this little vignette into the book at this point: “A friend of mine has an eight-year-old daughter who recently asked to go on a diet! If not for our own well-being, we need to find a balance and healthy self-image for those who will come after us. . . Only when we are happy and at peace with ourselves can we begin to be a positive influence on those around us.”

In sum, “our culture is in desperate need of real women with brains, beauty, and selfrespect—women who aren’t afraid to take risks, dream big, and order dessert.” If being a Hepburn does not appeal to you right away by its own merit, we “have living, breathing incentive that provides even more ammunition for us to turn in our glitter eyeshadow and plastic tiaras—the generation of girls coming after us. While most of us grew up in a blissfully naïve world of Saved by the Bell adnd My Little Pony, our daughters and nieces are going to have to contend with Girls Gone Wild and Bratz dolls.”
We MUST do something, for “it’s easy to sit around and criticize Paris, Britney, and Lindsay all day, but until we get out and make a change ourselves, complaining won’t do us, or anyone else, a bit of good.”
Be an Audrey—you have it in you.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Awesome Things

Some things are just plain old awesome.

For example:

The feeling of the outdoors right before a storm.
The feeling of the outdoors right after a storm.
Swinging.
The feel of mud between your toes.
Finding the last item of clothing in your size (SCORE).
Finding something you were desperately searching for.
Sunbeams shining through the clouds.
Listening to The Man Who Can't Be Moved on endless repeat.
Staying up ridiculously late for no reason whatsoever.

For more awesome things, check out this wicked awesome blog.

We discovered the book: The Book of Awesome Things while we were browsing through an incredibly quaint and fantastic used book shop on Saturday morning.


Author's aside:
It has come to our attention that these Catholic Pickup Lines are also fantastic beyond all reasoning. :) Definitely giggle-inducing.

Some personal favorites:

"Confess here often?"

"What's a nice girl like you doing at a First Saturday Rosary Cenacle like this?

"Dinner. My Place. Tomorrow. Don't argue; it's a feast of obligation."


Check 'em out! You'll get a good laugh, I guarantee.