So sick so sick of being tired and oh so tired of being SICK!

I usually never get sick. But 2 weeks ago i had the flu and today i have been battling a virus. Which is worse in my opinion? The Virus.

When i had the flu, i was exhausted, had body aches and got the chills and two nights in a row i woke up soaking wet with sweat. ( TMI i know). However even though the flu lasted 5 days and the symptoms were consistent. This virus has made me throw up twice and my body hurts so much.

Needless to say, pillows have become my friend but they arent very supportive ( da da dum...haha im so witty). It doesn't matter what i do, my joints ache so bad and lets not even talk about the throwing up. I've only done it twice but that is enough for me.

I finally caved and took 3 ibuprofen. It cured my pains (mostly). Here's the deal, i'm kind of against taking medicine unless i ABSOLUTELY need it. When i had the flu 2 weeks ago, i didn't go to the doctor and i didn't go today either. I think that deep down it's the tomboy in me who is too tough for modern medicine.haha lame i know....but I'm glad i took the meds bc i feel wayyy better. Before i felt so awful i was crying...NOT acceptable!

Hopefully i feel better by Saturday bc i have already promised to help out at Lighthouse Ministries and i want to!


Pray that i get better :)

~Love Linds

The Impossible Nap

Today, like many days was the perfect day for a nap. My stomach was full ( that sounds gross sorry ), my eyelids were heavy from staying up the night before and it Sunday is the day of REST....am i right?


WELL apparently some people do not care about this day of napping, namely my family.

You see, i am a LIGHT sleeper and i even suffer from insomnia at times. It takes specific conditions for me to accomplish something as seemingly simple as a nap. Today was no different. I was interrupted multiple times....i think i even walked into the living room in a zombie like fashion and stared at my dad and held my finger to my mouth as if to say "Shhh" but never did the actual sound come from my lips. Here are the necessities of a legit nap. The impossible nap.


Things i need:


1. NO LIGHT

I wear an eye mask which pretty much does it, but i can't sleep without it or else i will melt. Light is my kryptonite. I kind of hate the sun to be honest.

2. No outside sounds

This includes people talking, the radio, t.v, dogs barking, lawn mowers. vacuum cleaners( the sound of a vacuum cleaner literally brings tears to my eyes...im scarred) and any other sound that is loud enough for the Lindsay ear to hear. I'm very sensitive to noise...even when im awake. I think this has to do with all the ear infections i got as a kid. I had major issues and basically have the hearing of a dog. I can always hear my parents telling secrets. Mostly because i can hear my mom's whispers and like Gretel, i too follow the breadcrumbs which lead me to the obvious.

3. No pants

Pants get in the way of freedom, in my opinion. The friction between the cotton-y pants and my comforter/blankets is unpleasant. Plus i get hot all the time and pants just make me more likely to wake up from the uncomfortable amount of warmth....which leads me to...

4. MUST have a fan on

Fans create a natural-like wind which hits my face like a bucket of chilled marshmallows. Well...maybe not that but let's just say it feels nice.

5.I need a sound machine

Preferably ocean waves crashing. I got one for Christmas and i love it because it drowns out about 43% of the outside noise i hear outside my room.


About that..

My dad has a low, loud voice. My mom has a high pitched, loud voice. They can't help it. You can hear them in Egypt.
Then there's our t.v which is always on the highest volume when my dad watches it because he is basically deaf in one ear
( unlike his diva nap daughter). I tell them i'm taking a nap but that means nothing...

What it does mean:

1. It's okay to talk as loud as you want

2. It's okay to come in my room and ask me "Are these your socks"

3.It's okay to put my cat in my room and leave the door cracked so i can hear both my cats annoying meows and the death sounds from the living room

4.It's okay to yell "Lindsay!!" until i wake up ( which takes 00.5 seconds) and ask me another question.



I have learned two things from my nap ( or lack-there-of) experiences

1. I am a complete diva when it comes to naps but essentially i just ask that people are considerate, because i always try to be quiet when others are napping.

2. God is sanctifying me. Living with people---especially your family can be tough at times because you expect so much from them. I expect them to go " Lindsay is taking a nap....i am going to turn down the volume on the t.v, not vacuum and not bust up in her room".....but the truth is, the world does not revolve around me. yep, there are two sides to the coin, people.


Weirdly, i am not a diva at night when i go to sleep...but maybe that's because my parents go to bed before me...hmmm



I envy her napping ability.

We ain't in no coffee shop, son! Why you confrontin'?

I hacked my friend Josh's Facebook as a joke( he really didn't care....we have the same sense of humor)....anyways i wrote on a bunch of his friend's walls....random comments. Stuff that Josh would probably say but also bizarre enough they would question it.

Well...big mistake. I got called out by a guy im not even that close with. Made me cry...long story short.
He decided he should "confront" me about my facebook hacking extravaganza and at first i was holding back the urge to laugh because he was super intense and dramatic about it all. He obviously doesn't know me or else he would realize i joke alot and prank alot....although the facebook hacking thing is only done to those i know won't get upset.

He was really serious in saying "how inconsiderate and selfish" i was. He went on and on....and while i took all these hits with a smile...i could feel myself wondering..."AM i really all these things? Do people really think i'm so horrible bc i hacked Josh's facebook?"... i suddenly began to panic. I have this awful need to be liked....i'm like Michael Scott. Yes, i just said that. But for real...i get super upset when anyone says anything negative to me or about me. This is possibly something to discuss in my upcoming therapy that is mandatory i attend for my counseling class. SO i bet you're wondering " Okay....why are you venting to me?".... I'm GLAD you asked ;)

You see, i am ALL about confronting someone who is in sin that you are close with and have a place with in one's life. However, i think it is highly important to do it at the right time, the right place, with the right tone and most importantly....with the right heart. Be gentle, kind and for the love of all that is good and pure....don't straight up tell someone they are a selfish person who only cares about themselves. Because even if all that is true, it doesn't matter how many " i just care about you" or " Im just trying to be Christ-like and call you out" comments you throw in there. You're going to completely make whoever you're speaking to feel like crap and miss the point.

The point is, even if you have good intentions....it doesn't mean its appropriate to call someone out. I think everyone should know that. It's not always YOUR place to do so. But if it comes time to confront another believer....just think before you speak and put yourself in their shoes. Don't just drop a bomb on them. That's never pleasant.

I learned a valuable lesson tonight. Always wear waterproof mascara and be gracious to those who are ungracious to me,.



Atleast he didn't ask me to get coffee...you know how i feel about coffee-tations. The worst.

Don't waste your life

Over the years i have gone back and forth on what i want to be when i get older and graduate. Well, now that i'm 22 i think its high time i decide, right?

Well...for a while now i have pretty much known that i was called to help people and glorify God through doing whatever i end up doing, however that all plays out. My major is Child & Family Studies and i plan on continuing my education through Seminary and my main focus being Biblical Counseling. I have always had a gift when it comes to listening to and helping people through their problems. When i worked as a hostess at Chesterfield's, i can't tell you how many times people came up to the hostess stand and poured out their hearts to me and i just listened and sort of psychoanalyzed the situation at hand. I don't know why, but it comes really easy to me to "figure" people out and i would say i'm good a discerning.

I would joke that i was giving my fellow employees a free service that one day would cost them, so they should take full advantage of it. Of course, if i could get by i would do it for free. It's a really strange thing because i am a complete introvert at heart. I'm awkward, shy and oftentimes i want to talk to certain people, but i just don't. However, when it comes to talking to someone, one on one and they are telling me their deepest darkest secrets, thoughts and dreams, i couldn't be more relational. I love to listen and i literally FEEL people's pain when they're opening up to me about a particular burden/issue. I can only think that God has given me these gifts/desires because he desires for me to help people. I would love love love to be involved with International Justice Mission or another organization, counseling girls coming out of sex trafficking. i could do that here or overseas....but regardless, i have been passionate about this for a while.

The first time i read about sex trafficking, i literally stayed in bed the rest of the day and cried. I just felt this immense pain for the girls who live that everyday. I can't imagine how it feels to be in their shoes, but like i said before, i tend to be a very empathetic person and the very thought of being in their shoes is overwhelming. I think this is a good thing, but i also foresee myself getting very emotional in the process of being a counselor and taking on these girl's burdens. But someone has to and i'm willing to hurt with them because i know what can fix their pain. God has called me to love people and sometimes that means being uncomfortable at times. But i think that it would be something i would love to do for sure.



This past summer, i felt God calling me to possibly do missions in the future. Basically what i felt him saying was that no matter where he calls me, i should be obedient. In the past, the idea of living overseas with barely anything and living radically for Christ's name.....would seem unappealing. But this summer after reading the book "Radical" and diving into the Word i realized, yeah its a sacrifice but it's so worth it. i realized i don't want to waste my life living the "American Dream"....buying useless stuff and always itching for more more more. When in reality, no single "thing" or even a person, can satisfy what i really need and thats Christ. And all he asks of me is that i don't waste my life living it for myself and the world....but instead sacrificing myself for His name and making it KNOWN to the world.





I can't stop listening to "How he loves" and thinking about how there are countless people who have never heard His name and desperately NEED to. They could be a little girl in Cambodia who is trapped in a terrible life or the guy you work with at a restaurant. They need to hear it though. Either way.

....So my encouragement to you all is that you don't waste your life. This life doesn't last long. Think eternal instead of temporal. Living for Christ's glory in and of itself will make you happy and is where true joy is.

Lies i tell..

1. I am a boy. Yes i tell people this. I have been trying lately, however, to tell people my name is Lindsay instead. Seems to be a crowd pleaser. I don't know where this one came from, since i am indeed a girl. But i like to see the look on people's faces when i say it i guess.

2. I have multiple personalities. This is a new one. I decided that i should name my "moods". When i am around different people and when i'm wearing certain clothes and/or makeup....my mood changes a bit. I don't ACTUALLY have different personalities but i joke about it with my friends and luckily they find it humorous and not weird. My personalities names are Lo, Lola, Lolita and Fiona. I personally find this to be an annoying quirk of mine. Who NAMES their personalities?? weirdo(s). But it really comes in handy when im in trouble. I just blame one of my personalities.

3. I am from the future. Whenever my friends are having a bad day i just pull this one right out of the hat. Ex: " Everything is gonna be okay....im from the future and i know it". No one ever questions it.

4. I like to watch you sleep. I tell this one to guys only. It started one day with a guy i worked with who kept annoying me so i thought i would freak him out by telling him i watched him sleep the night before. He laughed and walked away....but for some reason THAT didn't scare him off entirely so i had to add something new each time like " you looked so cute....i even counted your heartbeats".....still...he just thought it was hilarious. People are weird.

These are the main four lies i tell people for shock value. And now seeing it in writing, i feel like i've said too much on the post.haha...oh well hopefully you know that i am a kidder. 90% of what i say is a joke 67% of the time.



I think i say bizarre things to test people. If someone still wants to get to know me after i tell them i'm a boy who has multiple personalities,is from the future and stalks people while they sleep....then they're a keeper. So consider this a test. If you still think you want to know what im about then i say we should be friends ;)

Coffee shop dates....why they make me want to die

I do not like getting coffee with people. If it is a group thing, i'm down....but if someone i don't know very well asks me to get coffee, i am instantly sent into a state of panic. Here's why: There are only two reasons people have ever asked me to get coffee in the past.


1. Coffee-tation ( confrontation)



Well not so much a confrontation as an apology. I know its coming the whole hour the guy or girl is talking about their college experiences and that time we played on a playground 2 years ago when we actually talked( you know..trying to remind me of the "good times" so i'll be more accepting of the supposed apology)
and yet all i wanna do is say " Listen, i'm over it....can i go now?" because there is nothing i hate more than being outside of Starbucks where the wind is blowing heavily and my hair is caught in my lipgloss and the guy keeps yapping and i WOULD sip my coffee, but as i look down i see that grabbed the wrong one....sorry Mark. It's just a panic attack waiting to happen for me. I won't sleep the night before the alleged coffee date and the whole way there i'll be hyperventilating because i'm a drama queen and everything is a much bigger deal to me than it actually is. Mostly what i hate about the "coffee-tation" is that its a year late and i've forgotten about any issue we ever had.

P.S....it shouldn't take an hour and a half to apologize


2. Coffee-likes me, likes me not...



Oh and this has only happened a couple of times but let me say....i am not a fan of getting coffee to "get to know each other". I don't do well in structured environments. Yes, to me Starbucks is a structured environment. I don't know what it is...but even if i'm going there to hang out with a guy that i don't like...i feel awkward the whole time. Its like you both know why you're there...and for me i never feel relaxed. i feel like its an interview and i guess it kind of is.Still, it is awkward...and i don't like it!

However, when the right guy does come along, if he asks me to get coffee, i think i'll suck it up and go anyway. As long as Mark isn't there again playing games and switching up my coffee, i should be good.

An ant in the shower

My shower, for some reason, is infested with ants. Every time i go to take a shower, there they are....gathered around the drain as if they have a death wish. Then they scatter once i turn on the water. You would think they would learn by watching all the other ants, whose lives i've taken. But no....they continue to gather around the death trap also known as my shower drain. And i have NO problem killing them....maybe i'm bitter but..

When i was 2, i fell in an ant bed. My parents didn't know at the time, but i was highly allergic to ants. They rushed me to the hospital when i became swollen with hives all over( i even turned blue). the doctor said if they had been 2 minutes later i would have died. Because of this lovely ant-cident i had to get a shot every Wednesday for three years. I cried every single time but once and i remember the doctor told me if i didn't cry i would get a toy ( how ridiculous is that??? dude i would cry now!) and i didn't so he gave me a toy which ironically resembled an ant. However i lost it in the car and Lauren( my sister) didn't believe i didn't cry when i got my shot even though i SWORE i didn't. ( still bitter...)

Moving on.... i hate ants. I know they're hardworking and what not and like thats supposed to inspire me to be a hard worker but they BIT me! How RUE. So yeah i might add that i even took a little bit of joy whilst i kilt the shower ants with my potato projeck( reference joke) anyways im getting distracted...but the point is i have never felt compelled to save an ant's life until tonight.

I was doing the usual.... filling the shaving cream bottle cap with water and SWOOSH there goes all the ants down an evil version of splash mountain, when i saw an ant struggling on the built in shelf of my shower. I noticed it because it looked particularly odd. It was upright, almost as if it was on it's knees ( do ants HAVE knees??), Suddenly a sense of compassion swept over me and i poured out the cap water and scooped up the ant and set it free on the edge of the shower. There was nothing special about the ant...and as you all know... i have a bitterness toward all of ant-kind and i don't care HOW hard that ant worked....it could never earn my love by building a stupid ant hill or carrying a huge crumb of a cracker. You know why? because it is inherently evil. Ants bite....they don't really care who you are...they just bite. Plus.....it has had fair warning. What is this ant doing in the shower anyway??? Idiot. Even so... i saved it. I chose that ant to save and it wasn't because it didn't anything to deserve it. But it was weird....in that moment i felt a God-like love for that ant.

Did i just blow your mind? I know....so deep.

After getting out of the shower i noticed the ant hadn't left. it was still alive ( but barely). I wondered why it stayed there. Why didn't it run for sunny Mexico?? But i was then faced with the reality that the ant is me. I go back to my sin. I know its destruction and yet i struggle to keep away. How can i judge this ant?? Its only doing what it knows.

So yeah....i had a special moment with an ant in the shower. Am i going to kill the ants next time i take a shower? probably.


But all i can say is....i'm glad i have such an amazing savior. i deserve to be down the drain.

Things i have learned while babysitting Mariah and Joshua

1. Joshua enjoys taking his right shoe off--EVERYTIME.

2. Fruit loops solve everything

3. Mariah says "Where's Nemo?" repeatedly while watching "Finding Nemo"

4. No matter how many times my cat bites Mariah's face, she will always try to pet her and say " She's scare-nin"

5. Joshua says "no" to everything. which makes for a fun game of " Do you think Courtney is pretty?"

6. Joshua is a bottomless pit unless you are trying to feed him actual food. He loves the junk food. It fuels his massive brain i think.

7. Mariah enjoys taking her pants off and frolicking around ( like aunt like daughter)

8. Threatening to spank either of them with "the spoon" instantly brings tears to their eyes. I love it. I feel so powerful. Muahahaha!

9. Inevitably Joshua will break something at our house.

10. Mariah loves my room. She always gets on my bed and gets my Woody doll from Toy Story and holds him with a ninja-like grip until she has to leave.

11. I have to watch out for Joshua bc his head is so huge he sometimes falls over randomly on it.

12. DON'T breathe while changing Joshua's diaper. Just...don't...

13. Running on a treadmill for an hour is not an option when watching these children--or any for that matter so they say. If you make the mistake of trying to do so, Mariah will end up with barbeque sauce all over herself and Joshua will have taken every object possible out of every cabinet he can reach. A.K.A.... i am an idiot for thinking i could get away with that.


I love my niece and nephew :)