oh my gosh. I did it. I finally did it!
I spent the time and energy and frustration trying to figure out how to get a self-hosted wordpress.
and now, I have one. is the new home of my blog.
it would have been, but that domain is already taken… it’s in japanese! so weird.

so everyone change your googlereaders and stuff. because i have a new casa on the internet!!!!!!


{do you think i’m a LITTLE excited??}

no more having to manually make my font century gothic!
and. if i do say so myself… the layout is quite lovely.
i’m so excited.


Lent, Day 4: The day I accidentally went to Facebook.

This is my today. I never went to Starbucks for my iced coffee. Instead I made a burrito, went to a soccer game {in which my only valuable advice was “brush your teeth every night before bed!“} and then went to the mall with Sarah, where I took advantage of a used CD store going out of business.

Then I came home, Hannah and Rach came home, and I am just sitting here clicking through blogs.

One of the blogs had this link on the side:

Naturally, I clicked that. Wouldn’t you?

It opened in a new tab and I watched in horror as Facebook loaded onto my computer.

Turns out I should have LOGGED OUT when Lent started.

Because now I know that I have 22 new notifications, 2 messages and worst of all: 1 friend request. I soaked up all of that information in the .05 seconds it took for the page to load and for me to realize what had happened.

I didn’t check any of it, though. I didn’t read a single status or click to see what any of the notifications were about. Because Facebook itself is not the horror, it is instead its tendency to be a black hole of my LIFE.

But really, what I wanted this post to be about was something a little bit more serious, so keep reading.

Why is it that as a woman, one of the most offensive, vile and disturbing things in the entire world is a toilet seat that has been left up? Today in the car Sarah and I were discussing it, how seeing that gives us some amount of inconvenience and frustration.

Sometimes the lid is left down. and I have to lift the lid before sitting down to go to the bathroom. But that doesn’t make me angry. Not like the toilet seat.
I’ve never realized until today how upset this makes me. Once recently I went into the bathroom at Starbucks after a man. He left the seat up. I was so upset that I am pretty sure I judged his character based on the fact that he left the seat up in a bathroom that girls use as well.

The point can be made about girls sitting on the toilet without realizing the seat is up and falling in. But when do you ever just sit down without taking any notice whatsoever of the toilet? Maybe I’m the only person paranoid that someone will saran wrap the seat or that a spider will be in there waiting to bite my butt, but I never just throw myself onto the toilet and endanger my butt to a spider bite or a splash.

Even not counting that as a real argument, I cannot for the life of me figure out why I feel such a strong, personal reaction to the toilet seat being left up.

Anybody else, or is this a party of 1?

Also, when looking for a picture, I came across this. I’m not about to read it, but someone else should and tell me what it says. 🙂

The Lucado Life Lessons Study Bible, NKJV.

When I opened the front cover of my newly acquired Lucado Life Lessons Study Bible, I knew I was going to like it. On the inside dust jacket flap is a little something written by Max Lucado reflecting on the power of the words “It is written…” and I decided then and there that I was excited to read this Bible.

Not only is it a translation I’ve never read {New King James Version} but it’s full-of commentaries and devotionals from Max Lucado, who is a phenomenal writer. Not only that, but in the back pages of the Bible are plenty of great extra tools and such, the one that excites me the most is a 30 day study for new believers. Guess what I’m going to be doing?

In reviewing this Bible, it wasn’t required to read the whole thing but was suggested that I pick my favorite book and read from there. I considered that and then decided that instead I’d just pick up where I was already reading: Joshua.

and that dust jacket flap was an accurate preview of this edition, because I fell in love with this Bible. The margins have Life Lessons from Max Lucado, and I sat in Panera, excited about the way he drew inspiration for my every day life from these stories in ways I probably would have never found.

Awhile ago as we did our devotions and I commented to Rachel and Hannah that if it was not hardback, I would use this as my all-the-time Bible. It’s hardback and of decent weight/thickness, so I’ll probably use this one mostly inside of the house. If you are looking for a new Bible, take the time to look through this one. I pointed it out to Brittany when we were at Borders the other day.. and read her the inside front dust jacket flap.

This is a really great Bible that has great life applications and encouragement and I’d recommend it for anybody looking for a new Bible. I just hope that one day it comes in a soft cover 🙂


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Similar, but not the same.

Basically I can’t stop thinking about how having poor self-esteem is not the same as being insecure. Stepping on sidewalk cracks makes me insecure, but it doesn’t change a think about me. In the same way, sometimes the moments I feel my self-esteem plummet are the very moments I acknowledge how loved I am. The two just aren’t the same.

I’ve been thinking about this, too. Remember when the disciples are in the boat with Jesus and that storm is raging on, and Jesus is… freaking SLEEPING! Can you imagine the disciples wondering over and over “HOW can he sleep through this??” Me too, disciples. Me too. There are many storms in my life where I feel as  if Jesus is catching some z’s, completely oblivious to the imminent danger ahead. Glad I’m not alone.

The new day dawns and I am practicing my purpose once again
it is fresh and it is fruitful if I win, but if I lose… I don’t know…

All will be well, even after all the promises you’ve broken to yourself.

All will be well.
You can ask me how, but only time will tell.


I’ve kinda started biting my nails again, which is so unfortunate because I’ve been doing so well.


That’s all, kind of. There’s always more but I’m too tired… maybe lazy. but mostly tired.



2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

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A helper monkey made this abstract painting, inspired by your stats.

The average container ship can carry about 4,500 containers. This blog was viewed about 15,000 times in 2010. If each view were a shipping container, your blog would have filled about 3 fully loaded ships.


In 2010, there were 150 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 231 posts. There were 453 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 602mb. That’s about 1 pictures per day.

The busiest day of the year was September 20th with 191 views. The most popular post that day was How to be annoying on Facebook..

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were,,,, and

Some visitors came searching, mostly for most beautiful rooms in the world, the most beautiful rooms in the world, urbana 09 pictures, the most beautiful room in the world, and beautiful rooms.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.


How to be annoying on Facebook. September 2010
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The most beautiful rooms in the world…. February 2010


101 in 1001. March 2010


How YOU can earn free Starbucks beverages!! May 2010


1/12 books read – I Kissed Dating Goodbye. January 2010

Clear vision.

Welcome to 2011. If there had been some sort of welcome committee, I would have signed up to be on it but I heard nothing of the sort.

It’s the time of year when everyone is incredibly optimistic. It’s the first day of a new trip around the sun, and as such we have 12 months to make this be the year that counts. This is the year when everything changes, according to most people. You know, it’s when the weight will be lost, the habits either broken or adopted, the books will be read or written, the friends will be made, the fears will be conquered.

Since being home, we’ve been trying to address a problem. The problem being my glasses. Ever since my second pair of glasses I have only worn mary-kateandashley glasses, because I love them and I just think that’s awesome. The problem is that they’ve been purchased at wal-mart for an incredibly cheap price, and you know what they say about getting what you pay for… and so my glasses, over time, have become incurably crooked and stretched out. They fall down my nose frequently and never sit straight on my face, resulting in pictures like this:

delaney, me && mckenzie at the movies.

No bueno.

In the past two weeks I have tried on countless pairs of glasses, getting frustrated by how alike some are and how different some are and how none of them seemed to be just right. Finally we were at Binyon’s and I found a pair of glasses that met my small list of criteria, meaning there was pink on them. Today we picked them up.

As I walked around with my new prescription, I realized how poorly I have been seeing. My eyes have definitely gotten worse, and it’s happened so slowly and gradually that it’s become normal to not see anything. It felt like a metaphor for my life. and not just my life, but for the lives of so many people I know.

The decision to see clearly isn’t always easy. For me, it’s never been. In 2005 I got a new pair of glasses. It had only been a few years, but I went from a tortoise shell frame to my old black ones. Before I even looked in the mirror, I started crying. My head hurt and it was hard to see anything because I had been so accustomed to not seeing right. The world moved differently, I felt more fragile, and I wanted nothing more than to put my old glasses on. But there’s a little bit of a wearing in process to new vision. After walking around Wal-mart for awhile, my eyes started to get used to the crispness of my sight and the next obstacle came when I went home and looked in the mirror…

and hated how I looked. New vision made me look different. I felt like nobody would recognize me, and that I was trying to be someone I was not. It took me awhile.

But these are things I think about adopting anything new.

You know, for the first few years of high school I wore pajamas to school. I am not even kidding. I would go to Old Navy and buy pajamas and think of which hooded sweatshirt I owned would match them, and I decided to wear pajamas. I look back in shame at this time in my life, don’t worry. That all changed my senior year, when I became the class president. I decided that I should be more presentable. So I began wearing skirts. and I wore skirts from 2002 – 2007, when I decided to get a dress for Erik and Marie’s wedding. That sparked something within me, because I’ve been wearing dresses ever since and I own no less than 65 dresses.

When I first started wearing dresses, people would always ask “oh, why are you so dressed up?” or “ooh, is there a boy you’re trying to impress?” and I had to do a lot of explaining for awhile, until finally everybody got so used to me wearing dresses all the time that people get all worked up if I wear jeans. Jeans and shoes is a rarity and then jeans, shoes and socks? hardly ever.

The point of all this rambling {and there is one, I promise} is to encourage you to embrace change, to really change in the depths of your soul. Be ready for resistance, from yourself and your old comfortable ways, and also from other people who have their own ideas about what you should change or why you should change.

But what do I know. I’m just a girl who never finishes anything she starts. Here’s to 2011. Let’s live our dreams.

Also. A picture of my new glasses, so you can see how similar they are to my old glasses. But know that they have pink on the inside, and so I am in a constant state of happy. It’s only been three hours, but you know. I will be in a constant state of happy.

and also. big announcement. Seeing as how it is a new year and all… I am restarting my 365. Last year I went into it all gung-ho and felt that I did a fairly decent job at it. But I’d started it on another blog that crapped out on me and trying to incorporate it on this way a hundred days into it was frustrating. This is my… third? try. Maybe fourth. But here we go. So.

1/365 – Tiffany’s Wedding.

I played the piano for Tiffany’s wedding. Didn’t get any pictures of the ceremony, but I sat next to this precious little 5-year-old. We discovered that we both are from Washington, love pink, and like daisies. She let me wear her bracelet and we both got purple cupcakes, which is what this is a picture of.