Walk in a Present World Where all Wrongs Were made Right.

It is official, tomorrow is my last day at my current restaurant.

I suddenly had this urge to announce that I got my dream teacher job and I am going to spend the rest of my days in the Congo teaching children how to read and write with nothing but paper and crayons. But the truth is much less exciting...

This girl is transferring to another restaurant- same cooperation, different store.

This is something that I needed to do for a while. My pride really struggles with saying that, because I have put up such a valiant resistance to the fact my time is done here. I mean, THIS was the place where I pretty much grew up. A lot happens between the age 18 to 24.
Stuff like... bad decisions, socially awkward moments, bad hair cuts... I have fallen flat on my butt at this place, met some of the most amazing people I know (in fact, one is my maid of honor), and some managers have really invested meaningful moments into my life. Even the parking lot has enough memories to boast of.... conversations with Kara in our bare feet after closing on Sunday nights, awkward boys waiting to ask you out after work (yeah... did I mention awkward?), and a slew of other things. 

I've worked at this restaurant at times I felt like my insides were falling apart, I've learned how to fake a smile after you just got dumped from your boyfriend, how to quickly forget the tables that stiff you, and those moments you get a tip that makes you go back to the table with a glazed-shocked glimmer  in your eye as they convince you that they $20 tip is truly yours.

There were times I felt like I acted like some poor child who never makes enough money with the way I thanked some of them. However, those people were never forgotten, and I am so thankful for them.

Do not be mistaken loves... I am not confessing to some crying session in front of my computer as I create some strange memoir my life as a waitress. (mainly because, I am STILL a waitress, just now clocking into a different building... and normally I only cry if I feel like someone is mad at me) 

Just processing the fact that I am walking away from a building that has been probably the only consistent thing (other then God of course) through these crazy years.

Closure. I am grateful for unexpected closure moments. My stubborn little butt is moving forward. Ah, yes, so much to learn.

In fact, speaking of learning, I am suddenly inspired to list all of the things I have learned or re-learned this past month. (aka: nerdy alert):
- I do not read minds as well as I like to think.

- I CAN write a 15 page paper and have plenty to talk about.

- Your rarely initially right, you do not understand everything, and sometimes things get blown way out of proportion.

- When you walk into a place, and something inside questions "do I want to order food here?" its a sign that "no, walk away". You pay for it later.

- That I have un-necessary insecurities concerning my over bite. But seriously... why would you tell me I have the cutest bugs bunny over bite?! And to top it off, my mom's old boyfriend considered paying for BRACES if they got married. Is it that bad!?

- Weddings are a LOT of work. I mean.... wow.

- Half of my battle with communication is my tone.

- Studying the Bible rocks my world.

- To trust God with all the little details. 

- That opposed to popular belief... I'm not the nicest person you've ever met. I am not the most pure woman you will ever talk to. Sometimes I am not very nice, sometimes I am very selfish, but I promise I always feel like crap about it later. 

- I still want bangs.

- Pearl and the Beard are my new favorite band.

I wish I could curl up in my bed, 

and wake up with every apology i've ever said magically erase and change the past. 

As if every single "I am sorry" was actually a "re-do", 

and I could walk in a present world where all wrongs were made right.

I am grateful for my present world non-the less. I am given far more love then I deserve in so many ways.

And now, I shall leave you with a picture of my sister-in laws pretty bouquet from her wedding.

 I arranged them! (and yes, that was just me digging for affirmation. No shame!)

And a picture of my little brother just before he performd his first Saxaphone solo for the Bible Club Theme song. So proud of him! He looked SO handsome in his button up shirt and black pants! (I am also in love with the creepy pink-potentionally-levitation teddy bear in the background)

Go Reed!

Random Note: Just realized the I have another referring website beyond facebook and google! SermonImpact.com posted my Bob-the-Builder-Fix it-Alls post as a sermon idea! SEE! Crazy Cats!

Spending Way too much Time Playing with my Obnoxious Gum

I do not know how I feel about today. It was kind of a weird one.

Apparently I had this dream last night, that I checked my watch and it said "11:00 AM"... so within a matter of seconds I was wide awake sitting straight up with this thought "I am late! I missed my Science test!"
I mean... I'm talking panic and dread all wrenched into one moment, but as I looked over to my alarm clock it said "4:35 AM"
Just as quickly as it happened, I fell back into my pillows in relief and went back to sleep in seconds.

This reminded me of last summer, when I traveled with some of my family to Oklahoma for a family visit. I guess I was having some crazy dreams, and I recall waking up, completely convinced my single bed mattress was floating on water in darkness. I remember laying there, eyes wide open, panicking, not moving an inch as I tried to come up with some survival plan. I finally said in a small terrified voice "Water... is there water everywhere?!"

And man, what would I have done without my older sister Karen? I suppose my panic woke her up, and calmly I heard from the air mattress on the floor a voice of reason, "No Dani, there is no water. Go back to sleep"... and once again, seconds later, I was out.

This really makes me wonder what I do in my sleep, when the crazy things I am doing does not wake me up?

Well, today was my final English Capstone class. Man, that class sure stretched my intelligence. (I can honestly say however, that I understand postmodernism)

It was sometime towards the end of this final class session, that I decided that I was I done chewing my gum. So after the professor announced his good luck wishes for our take home exam, I packed up my backpack and tugged on the jacket, and debated between "spit out the gum? Or pick it out?"

As I was walking to the door where the trash can sat, I suppose I decided within those two seconds to "pick it out". However, this turned into an episode of Dani trying to get super-sticky-chewed gum off her hand... while everyone behind her stops and watch. (mostly because I was blocking the doorway with my big backpack, struggling.) 

I mean, this was not a "second of struggle"... but rather a series of initially calm attempts, and then down right panic jabbing motions with my hand as I tried to get it to at least stick to the trash bag. It got to the point where people started laughing, and I gave up on being discreet and announced "Well... this is awkward...", finally getting my nasty gum to stick to the trash can liner, looking down and quickly walking away.

However, I am rather glad I did not choose to spit it out. This is mainly because, at the rate my day was going, I would probably have missed the trash can, or got it stuck to my lip, or stuck to the floor, and ended up spending way too much time playing with my obnoxious gum.

And that concludes my awkward moment of the day...

One highlight of my day was buying a big package of fine point sharpie markers of all sorts of colors, and as I worked at the restaurant I thoroughly enjoyed writing with my pink BRAND NEW sharpie. 

In fact, I was so excited about it, that I actually made random lists of "to-do's"... just so I can use it.

- one of my completely random drawings on the back of my notebook.... not sure why I felt the need to insert the intense caption of "Imagine", but hey, super man is looking pretty spiffy there.

Girl, I Love you, and you need to Hear me

The other day, I woke up and found myself wandering around the basement, feeding the whining cats and searching for clothes to wear, when I found my little brother Reed downstairs in his PJ's. I let out this huge sigh and said, "Man, I'm tired"

And like an old man, Reed sighs too and said, "oh, aren't we all"


I broke out laughing right on the spot. What's this young whipper snapper doing, relating to my exhaustion?

"There was a thunderstorm Dani, I have been waking up since 4:00 am"

Oh my oh my. :)

Today Kiel and I looked at an apartment. I truly hope it works out, it is small, but perfect. The neighborhood is alright, fits within the budget (even a little less), and I can truly see ourselves settling in there. I just don't know if they will let out kitty move in too :( That would be tragic. (Course, Kiel is reminding me "Dani, if we go abroad and do missions... you can't take that cat with you" I haven't told my little kitty this yet. I don't have the heart)

I also stamped all my cards with the return address, and assembled some of the invitations. I felt like a brainless machine. However, this way, I have sometime to address all of them. I really want them to have pretty hand writing, so I either have to suddenly learn how to do calligraphy, or just be content with my own. (I am striving for the later!)

Pre-marital counseling has been rocking our world. It is wild to be talking like an "us" and "we", and completely radical to see ALL of this through God. It is 100% based on God's word, so this means we have a LOT of homework. (In fact, we can barely keep up with it!) We struggled at first figuring out how to use the concordance with original word searches, but it has been awesome.
I walked into this with a million expectations as to what God's word says concerning marriage, and realized (again) that God knows what He's doing. I am not saying I am suddenly becoming a queen of submission, but it's as if God said this week "girl, I love you, and you need to hear me. This is for MY glory, and YOUR benefit"

With school coming to a close for the summer, and my 15 page paper behind me and ready to go, I starting to look around me and realize a chapter is coming to a close. I won't have little Reed wandering around my house anymore, and its sad, but I will miss him dearly. (I am trying to convince him to hang out at my place sometimes.) I wont have my mom reminding me to clean the bathroom...

But it shall be good! I am planning on recording more of my wedding planning adventures. I have some neat projects up and coming that are just way too fun to not post! The joys of being a DIY bride :)