Quiz of the Mini-Poo

**WARNING to MALES: I'm not sure what I'm going to write in this blog yet, but YOU HAVE BEEN FOREWARNED that there are possibilities of unwanted, graphic descriptions to the male species!!**

Well, I have decided that nursing is hard. I'm going to love it when I get out of school or at least into clinical, but the research and book work is awful. Anyways, this weekend, my research topic was the Third Trimester of Pregnancy. Holy crap! In crude unanatomical terms, there is a lot that goes on to make a little person inside another person! But, lucky for me, a member of this prestigeous fellowship I belong to, the Queen Poo is growing a Mini-poo. All it took was a bribe with a combination of a form of pickle and chip and she agreed to answer questions. (She just so happens to perfectly be in her third trimester)

I learned all sorts of things from her, that twix bars are only good for one week straight, a jar of pickles CAN be consumed all in one sitting, and that I'm terrified of having my own baby!! Oh my goodness! I could handle being pregnant, but what the heck happens when it's time for it to come out?!?! I really do not see how that is going to work. Being in anatomy and all those good courses, I've studied how the body is structured and it's just not happening!!! You know when there is a little scrawny kid being picked on in the wee corner of the playground by this GIANT of a bulley, being realistic, let's say 600 lbs, and the scrawny kid with these toothpick arms, is trying to get past the giant but just physically cannot because the cracks under the giant's legs and arms are not nearly big enough? That's having a baby. The scrawny kid (baby), no matter how small and scrawny it is, is NOT getting out the....exit. It sucks because the whole situation is gonna hurt like there's no tomorrow.

Boys, if you're still reading this, no matter how much it hurts to be...misplaced....in the...... .......hmm......wrong spot, you do not win. Nothing could possibly hurt as bad as having a baby, and I have not even been there.. Just the logic of it is propostrous!! Kidney stones, boys...big ones. Those are your only comparison... If you have further questions on that topic, clarification can be made.... in the comments box even, that could be funny.

Back to mini-poo's. After all I said, I am very much looking forward to the day down the road when I will become a mother of my own child. On a different note, there is a little girl in Romania who stole my heart. Actually, they all did. When we went on a missions trip there, we went into the children's hospital.... God broke my heart for those kids. We walked up 8 floors to the top few floors and the whole floors were full of babies under a year old. They had all been abandoned. No names, no identities, simply left on a park bench. The most unfortunate thing about these kids, is that they cannot be adopted even. They stay at the hospital until they are big enough to go to an orphanage. They can't be adopted because they don't have signatures from their parents, whom most were drug addicts and didn't have a right mind most of the time, unfortunately. People can't adopt babies without identities because they can't just HAVE a baby and have no idea where it came from.

On these several floors of babies, there were around a total of 60 babies. Staff? There weren't really. There were maybe 5-10 volunteer staff who came in to hold and take care of them. These babies, for instance, the one year olds, who should be crawling and moving all over the place, still could not support their own heads. They don't get held enough to build the strength to do it on their own. A baby can't gain strength by sitting in a basket all day.

Well, some day, my dream is to help at least one of these children. I would love to care for a child that has no hope in the world. Give it my unconditional love forever and a day, just as Christ has done for me. We don't deserve that love but because God is so good He has done that for us. The difference is those kids all around the world DO deserve that love. They have done nothing wrong to deserve the situation they are in. God can love us, who are undeserving of it, so I want to share everything God has given me with a life less fortunate.

For Ramona

Dust of His Feet

"Behold, He is coming with clouds..." Revelation 1:7

"In the Bible clouds are always associated with God. Clouds are the sorrows, sufferings, or providential circumstances, within or without our personal lives, which actually seem to contradict the sovereignty of God. Yet it is through these very clouds that the Spirit of God is teaching us how to walk by faith. If there were never any clouds in our lives, we would have no faith. "The clouds are the dust of His feet" (Nahum 1:3) They are a sign that God is there. What a revelation it is to know that sorrow, bereavement, and suffering are actually the clouds that come along with God! God cannot come near us without clouds - He does not come in clear-shining brightness.

It is not true to say that God wants to teach us something in our trials. Through every cloud He brings our way, He wants us to unlearn something. His purpose in using the cloud is to simplify our beliefs until our relationship with Him is exactly like that of a child - a relationship simply between God and our own souls, and where other people are but shadows. Until other people become shadows to us, clouds and darkness will be ours every once in a while. Is our relationship with God becoming more simple than it has ever been?

There is a connection between the strange providential circumstances allowed by God and what we know of Him, and we have to learn to interpret the mysteries of life in the light of our knowledge of God. Until we can come face to face with the deepest, darkest fact of life without damaging our view of God's character, we do not yet know Him.

'they were fearful as the entered the cloud' Luke 9:34. Is there anyone except Jesus in your cloud? If so, it will only get darker until you get to the place where there is "no one anymore, but only Jesus..." Mark 9:8; "

I wish I could say I wrote that, but we all know I'd be lying. That's a page from my favorite book "My Utmost For His Highest" by Oswald Chambers. This is one of my favorite devotions from the book. I shared this with you today, because when I was at Capernwray, each morning after breaky, we would have "storytime with Oswald" where I would read my roommates and adopted roommates the page from this book.

Right now, school isn't all the fun and giggles everyone makes college out to be and so I'm just really missing Capernwray right now. When no matter how you felt, when you were forced to get up and eat the same nasty bread at 8:00am, you knew there was someone that wanted to hug you for a random reason when you got there. I miss the cozy world.

Fight to the Death

Recap: Janet wants a Ukranian Chinese man with other stipulations aside. Wong has come into our lives and tried to win Janet's heart. In the process, Daveo, a British Chinese, has joined the race. So we are in the makings of a contest! Wong has two eyes, Daveo can cook. Who will it be?

Well, Miss Janet and I gots to talkin' about Sir Wong on 'A Shade of Keller', (link at side) in the blog about another man. We decided to make the chart crawl and make it reach 100....we succeeded by the way. Fabulous... Whilest doing so, the drinks were flowing, milk of course, because we love the cheese, Wong turned into a thong, songs of Wong, we're cutting a record, all great. Come to the end of the evening, Wong has magically stolen this other cowgirls' heart. Soooo........

THERE'S GOING TO BE A DUAL!!!! JANET VS. MEGAN
where? HERE! In the comments box!
why? Wong
when? 12:13am Thursday, Oct. 27
That's all you need to know!


This is so black market, dual under the table. Bring it on! Haha

I FOUND HIM!!

JANET, I FOUND HIM!!! He's Chinese...AND BRITISH!! Not Ukranian, but your babies would be Chinese-Ukranian. He has a british accent, I met him at Capernwray, he's in Bible school in England. HE'S THE ONE FOR YOU, THE SEARCH IS OVER! Sorry, Wong, too slow. So Janet, pack your bags and go!!! You could be England bound by the morning! haha.

Your Love Is Extravagant

I was driving from Home 2 to Home 1 today and as I listened and wailed to music to keep myself awake, a song came on that I have recently fell in love with. It took me into a place with God where I just worshipped Him and sang all of my praises to Him. The song is Your Love is Extravagant by Casting Crowns. Here are the lyrics:

Your love is extravagant
Your friendship, it is intimate
I feel like moving to the rhythm of Your grace
Your fragrance is intoxicating in our secret place
Your love is extravagant

Spread wide in the arms of Christ
is the love that covers sin
No greater love have I ever known
You considered me a friend
Capture my heart again


Your friendship, it is intimate. That's so true, it's what we all strive for as Christians to have that intimate relationship with God. It just reminded me that if we let Him, he comes flooding in. He wants us to curl up on His lap like we're little kids. He wants us to have the heart of a child. That's something I long for, for things to be simple. Children believe everything you tell them. 'God is good' . A child would never doubt that, if that's what it was taught. We, as adults, have wandering minds, we question, we doubt, it's never simple.

No earthly thing can love us like He can. Love that covers sin. That's huge! We won't find anything like that anywhere else. Today, was one of the many days God captured my heart. Just like every girls' dream man, he whispfully swept me off my feet and carried me around swaying back and forth as I gazed into His eyes.

Needless to say, it was a good drive home. His love is extravagant, like nothing else. He's the one that makes my heart skip a beat.

SUSHI, PICKLES, AND ICE CREAM

This evening, I dined with some of the coolest people I know. We stuffed our faces (some more than others, some FASTER than others) full of food. Janet liked the quiche. After we were so full of appetizers....we then MADE our own sushi. It was amazing. We squished the rice on, we added veggies, Rae Ann and I enjoyed the tangy zip of miracle whip, and then we rolled and rolled. We sliced them up, and they looked juussssssttt, perfect! We mixed our wasabe in our soya sauce....well most of us did. A certain someone, decided just to squeeze the tube of wasabe directly on top of his sushi.. Soon decided that was not the smartest thing he'd ever done. As his face burned and burned with agony, we all proceeded to laugh....and I videotaped! Fabulous

JOKE: What did Sushi #1 say to Sushi #2??

**He said finish reading my blog to find the answer!**

So supper was great. Then came the present....Now in this present came 'the Flurp'. Only the greatest invention ever cause it's been around since like the 80's! Now you know those little plastic containers with the goopy crap in them, and you squi sh your fingers into the goo to try and make the most hilarious sound ever.... sounds like a Fart! (poofer...i can explain later) After that, it was continual. Someone always had the Flurp in hand after that. Janet makes really nice faces to go along with it... Imagine if you will.... "UUUNNNNGHGHGGG" "OOOWOLLUSUUUU" "GOOOOOOOOOOOD!!" With the face with the scrunched nose and the wrinkly lip etc.

A friend went home to get the cake and so while we waited, we began discussing the cake and strange things. Some how pregnancy came into play and one of the girls (the married one) decided when she got pregnant (which is NOT now) she would tell her family by making an ice cream cake and put pickles in it!! Because that's something I guess us women will crave while we're pregnant. Interesting combo. But somehow, we hoped there wouldn't be pickles in the cake she made tonight! When the cake arrived, it was the most delicious thing ever...Ice cream cake with mars bar and all kinds of good stuff. While we ate cake, we all got these amusing little hats. Janet's was the nicest of all the hats... she was a beautiful bouncing butterfly! (for visual, see picture above) It's my favorite.

Anyways, now that Janet has decided to go to the internet to find her husband, I have decided to help her. I'm going to send that picture to ALL the dating websites: UKRAINIAN GIRL SEEKING CHINESE MAN TO MAKE A NEW BREED
We discussed it, and I told Janet that she can't expect to find whatever she makes up in her head. Now, assuming you've all read her blog, I think she's come to the conclusion that men aren't made to do all those things and be exactly that way. It's not like buying a puppy. You have to find the breed and train it. So she can go get her Ukranian Chinese and her borscht with wontons, but she'll have to work on the other stuff after. For now, it's hot dog sushi (which Janet claims is real!) Well, I've ranted on, and on.... so now the answer to the joke??

What DID sushi #1 say to sushi #2? WASSSSSUUU------BEEEEEE!

Gramma's

So, right now, I have two ladies over 45. They wanted to come back to college for a night. One being say 47 and the other even older, sleeping in my apartment right now. My auntie is sleeping in my kitchen on a cot and my gramma is sprawled across my 'not quite a normal sized double bed'. So where do I sleep? Not quite sure yet. I'm more than likely going to have to crawl over her in the middle of the night, fall, wake EVERYONE up, stumble into the bathroom and mistaken my gramma's dentures for my retainer. I really hope that doesn't happen.

But anyways, I'm trying to by pass the time denture free and OH! SOMETHING EXCITING JUST HAPPENED! So I was on msn with a person, believe it or not. And this other person was trying to be inconspicuous (***READ NO FURTHER***) in trying to find out who was in the other person's picture. So this person asked me. I then asked the other person and turns out it was she, the very person. So we began to talk about how hot she is, and only the coolest person ever. And now we speak of sushi, and shrimp ring, and mini quiche, stuffed mushroom caps and wow....I think I'm tired. Until I get good at this blogging thing, I feel like I'm on msn all by myself. Man, that's the worst thing ever.

Elevator to Nowhere

Normally, I don't respond well to demands, but in this case, I'm going to try and be a people pleaser and give them what they want! So I had a loooong ride in an elevator the other night. And by long...I mean long. It was 2:00am and I just got off of msn after I had gone in for the night. I just thought I would poke my head out into the hallway and meet one more person before I went to bed. So I did, her name is Danielle. We decided to go for an elevator ride. As we entered the steel box with the sticky floor, we looked at eachother and said, "Where to?". We stood there gazing at the buttons and an abnoxious intoxicated male got in and pushed a button.

He asked where we were headed and we said "nowhere". When he got to his destination and realized no one was there, he decided to come "nowhere" with us instead. Nowhere ended up being up and down the elevator a million and a half times. People constantly came in and out of the elevator that we had made a home in on the floor. We decided to meet people in the building and let them come to us for the rendez-vous. So we had short enough talks with people to learn where we could find them again in case we chose to do so. Every floor, a new specimen of wierd. At approximately 3:48am, we began to descend down and down and down to *MAIN. We thought, "who pushed main? What creature would be joining us next?! A clown, a frog, a wierdo, or a normy?" Who knew! The door opened and it was our worst nightmare. Unbeknownst to us, one of the many oddballs who joined us for a short escapade managed to push her booty against the 'emergency call' button. A place we had never gone before. So standing on the otherside of the door on main, was the end of our fun. The SECURITY GUARDS!!!! His name was Wes and he had a wild thick accent, as he scolded us and said, "We have call from campus security, they call us come check out problem! We here now, and tis you sitting on floor, going for fair ride!! Sometime, there will be real emergency and we will not come then, we will not help them." The male thing that was riding with us looked up and said, "can we go home now?" YES!! So without any names drawn or any criminal records, we escaped up to the eleventh floor, and I went and checked my blog comments at 3:51am!!!!!!

These crazy blogs, soon I'll become one of you, escape into the scandelous world of the black market of blogs.

Short and Sweet

Well, a friend of mine suggested that I need a blog...more so for the fact that he wants to 'comment' on me 'anonymously'. So, I have created a blog tonight..at 1:12am, I write my very first blog. For those of you who are actually going to read this, I am not a writer in any way shape or form, but sometimes I need to put my thoughts down without reply. So with that said, they will definately be short and hopefully sweet. I doubt my blogs will be anywhere near the depth of my friends', but that'll be alright. Hey, maybe I'll just plagarise. Just kidding. But anyways, here's an invite to whoever I choose to give this site to, to read my thoughts a bit.