success

...in more ways than one.

roll tide!

love is not a victory march

on october 20th (and i remember this date only because it was elizabeth price's birthday), i began my short but meaningful journey through the lives of dawson, joey, pacey, and jen via "dawson's creek" seasons 1-6 on dvd. said journey ended last night about 1:30 am as i watched the final episode of the capeside saga. while i am fully aware that "dawson's creek" is no great media accomplishment, my standards are fairly low, so i found much entertainment and comfort within each hour-long episode.

i began watching "dawson's creek" because lizzie would often reference the show and her love for it. i very much enjoy watching tv on dvd, so i decided to give the series a go. little did i know how attached i would become or how in love i would fall with the characters. this past semester was easily the most disappointing semester for me since college began. life became too overwhelming at times, and "dawson's" became my escape. i'm not saying this is a good thing, but i worked for me...

consequently, i found watching the final episode last night oddly symbolic. second semester is fast approaching, and i am looking at it as a fresh start. leaving "dawson's" behind is almost like leaving the unmet expectations of the fall behind me as well. the capeside gang was there for me when i needed them, and now i am ready to take on the coming semester! (it's really not as sad as it sounds... haha)

for those of you that despise the show, i do apologize for my unrestrained gushing. regardless, meet my new friends...

they just joined joined the ranks of monica, rachel, phoebe, ross, chandler, and joey.

it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah,

b

p.s. bachelor premier last night was epic. get ready for a trashy season... looks like it's gonna be a wild ride!

hello 2010

"certainty is the mark of the commonsense life- gracious uncertainty is the mark of the spiritual life. to be certain of God means that we are uncertain in all our ways, not knowing what tomorrow may bring. this is generally expressed with a sigh of sadness, but it should be an expression of breathless expectation."

-oswald chambers

i absolutely love this quote, and hope it can be an encouragement to you in the start of this new year. to me, this is such a hauntingly beautiful concept. all certainty found in what this world has to offer must be let go of in order to find true rest. with this, i encourage you to wait with breathless expectation as the Lord reveals what 2010 has in store for you...

cheers!

merry christmas... happy new year... and all that good stuff

just thought that i would wake our hibernating blog for a brief post to both wish you, dear reader that remembers our blog still exists, a very merry christmas season... and to express my love for our game-playing friends.

so first off, i do realize that it is the day after christmas, but still, i wish you a very merry one. i love everything about christmas: the lights, the music, the food, the shopping, the magic, the love. i know it all can become overwhelming and the true meaning can get lost in the social expectations of the holiday... even still, i hope you were able to hold on to the truth and experience the wonderful gifts all around us. not the physical ones the santa left under the tree, but the gifts of time with family & friends, love for one another, and the opportunity to forgive. there is just something special about this time of year!

secondly, i would like to send many thanks to my friends who love a good game night. in explanation, for christmas i received one of my favorite games in the whole wide world, TABOO! taboo was not actually on my christmas list, but it was an extremely thoughtful gift from my mom, who, as i look back, must have endured many-a-story centered around a "tuscaloosa taboo game night." she was thinking more towards next year when jane and i will have our own place and will need a collection of games of our own. so, as most people do with toys received on christmas, i wanted to play my new game. unfortunately, there were many things wrong with that idea. in short, my family is horrible at playing games. tonight that was demonstrated in style as i attempted to orchestrate a jovial game of taboo. fail.

lesson learned: save the game-playing fun for either the nursing home... or college!

wishing you the best as you make your new years resolutions, good luck in their execution, and roll tide...

b

I was a junior chipmunk, and I had to be versed in all the woodland creatures.

I admit that this blog post comes somewhat belatedly, but the hilarity of the story, in my opinion, will never expire. This may end up being one of those And-Then-I-Found-Five-Dollars stories that only those involved think is funny. But that's sufficient for me.

Last Thursday, Miss Sarah Young and I were walking towards the Quad after our new tradition of Thursday Ferg Lunch where Sarah, Charlie, Shane, and I have grown fond of catching up on life as we eat Chick-fil-a and drink Izze Soda. I was walking with Sarah to her class in Lloyd because I didn't have class until 2. In the meantime, I was planning to take advantage of the beautiful day and do some reading on the Quad. As we often are, Sarah and I were engaged in Gilmore Girls-esque banter, admittedly paying little attention to where we were going as we walked.

As we traversed the stone pathway in front of Gorgas Library, however, we both snapped to our senses as we were ambushed by two seemingly rabid squirrels charging straight towards us. These were no innocent squirrels carelessly crossing our path. No, these squirrels were vicious. And they were out for blood. As soon as we spotted our assailants, we both stopped mid-sentence, clutched onto each other and screamed like the little girls we are. We were amazed as they hurtled full speed out of a tree and bolted straight toward us. By some miracle, they split paths and ran on either side of us, and Sarah and I were left clinging to each other for dear life, marveling at what had just happened. I faintly remember a guy sitting on Gorgas steps laughing at us.

We walked the rest of the way to Lloyd recovering from our near death experience and wondering over how desensitized the squirrels on campus have become towards humans. So much for that "They're more afraid of you than you are of them" thing.

Wikipedia tells me that squirrels can sometimes become defensive of their nests and will become somewhat aggressive to defend their territory. Message received, territorial rodents. You better believe that I'm walking to the other side of a sidewalk when I see a squirrel about to cross my path now.

Now with a phobia of the sciurus carolinenis,

Katie K.

when all we have is music

since i spent the entire summer away in vermont, i have been trying to spend as much time at home as i can this semester to make up for lost time with my family! my dad and i had tickets to go see the mississippi state vs. alabama game together on saturday, so i headed on home after class friday.

for dinner friday night, my parents and i went to eat at davenport's pizza in mountain brook village. it is my family's favorite restaurant, and i can't tell you how many times i have eaten there over the course of my lifetime. i honestly would be scared to know. even still, we continue to go!

however, this friday night was special. we were eating at davenport's because 32 years ago, almost to the day (november 11th would have been exact), my parents went on their first date there. it was back when they were in high school, mom was in 10th grade and dad in 11th. they went to dinner before the briarwood state championship football game. yes, my parents also went to briarwood... the whole story can really begin to make me sick.

as a child, i grew up hearing my parent's "love story," high school sweethearts and all. because of that influence, i just thought that high school was where all the magic happened. little did i know... but sadly, 10th grade came and went for me without even a boyfriend. as did the rest of high school. i had to quickly come to the realization that my parents are in a very small percent of people that actually work out the way they did.

as glad as i am that their story is not my own, i love it for them! getting to celebrate 32 years of dating (25 of marriage) with them was surprisingly special. they have one of the most genuine relationships that i have ever seen, and i don't thank god often enough for the incredible role models they are to me.

so congratulations mom & dad! i love you.

and similarly, roll tide! 10-0 feels oh so good.

why yes, i did just write a blogpost about red shoes.

i wore my red high heels tonight for the first time in a while. they are absolutely magical, thus making them my favorite shoes in my closet. no shoe fits more perfectly. i feel like a princess every time i wear them. the one and only problem with them is that they simply are not the most practical pair of footwear. but don't worry, i manage to find any and every reason to wear them!

as kellie pickler would say,

"well you can watch me walk if you want to, want to

i bet you want me back now don't you, don't you

i'm about to show you just how missing me feels

in my red high heels"

goodnight tuscaloosa