oh man.

oh man, I love my brother. :)

so I had to write my obituary for English Class....

November 26, 2084

Addison Eaton was found dead yesterday morning at her countryside home in Kent, England, where a comet had struck her house; she was 95. Addison led a life of simplicity, but that did not make her life mediocre, not in the least. Like a symphony her story is made up of small moments that blend together to form something beautiful and extraordinary. She was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma to her biological parents Elizabeth (Burns) Cox and Henry Pacheco. When she was seven days old Tim and Rita Eaton adopted her and their years together were joyous. Addison was grew up in Oklahoma City with her younger brother Eli, where both were home schooled for the majority of their education. Halfway through her high school career Addison’s family moved to Madill, Oklahoma where her parents became house parents for the Oklahoma Baptist Homes for Girls. Although Madill was not the end of the world, you could see it from there. Upon graduation from Oklahoma Baptist University she entered the University of Oklahoma’s Physician Assistant program and graduated third in her class.
At twenty-four Addison met Count William Mansfield, a man who took her breath away every time he caught her attention. Their courtship was beautiful and solely grounded in glorifying Christ in everything they did. On a chilly day in October the two shared their first kiss and were married in front of a congregation of two hundred. The two moved to Scotland and set up a mission where he taught the English and French languages and literature to the local school children and she provided medical care to surrounding villages. Their evenings were spent at home where he would play her soft melodies on the piano and she would read him poetry till late at night. The two became a respectable influence in the area and helped set up a local church where many came to know Jesus Christ.
At thirty Eaton spent two years missing, although she was rumored to be somewhere in the jungles of Africa working as an informant for the U.S. Embassy. She later reappeared and wrote a novel titled “African Colloquies”. Although she denies the rumors of living in Africa, she claims that ‘if she had, this is what would have happened.’ The book became a New York Times best seller.
Addison may not have founded an institute or discovered the cure for cancer, but to the people she touched she was just as important. Addison taught her patients that it was not her that was the healer but God, and He brought not just a physical healing, but a spiritual healing as well. She had a passion for people and a love that could not come from anything but her Savior. Addison had stunning connections and therefore was buried at Westminster Abbey with a Sonic Coke, a copy of Pride and Prejudice, and a stuffed Panda in her casket; three of her favorite things in life. Addison Eaton is survived by four children: Selah Chesterton, Mimzy Wooster, Jack Mansfield, and Garrett Mansfield.

photo booth

This paycheck I was able to upgrade the software on my mac. With that upgrade came new camera options in the photo booth program. There is was one where you are able to take four pictures in a row. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun. :) Annnnnnnnd I like how in the first set of photos you can see my heart monitor. Oh man, I'm so scandalous.

life

I am running on auto pilot and barely getting by.

I hate days like this.

but this weekend was so fun.

I love my sisters.

Why?

So maybe I am a nerd, but, I do freely admit that I like studying for my Western Civilization exams. For those who are not familiar with all things OBU, Western Civ is one of the hardest classes all sophomores take. It is also the only class I have that requires me to write an essay that I have to form, write, and include a solid thesis that is based on a prompt that I am given a few seconds before I begin....all within two hours.
Yes it is hard. Yes I put in countless hours of studying time. Yes I do get bad dreams about the test the entire weekend before. But, when I sit down and piece all the history and literature together, and it begins to all take shape and make sense, that is when all of the hardships above are worth it. It is like a puzzle that took two hundred years to be created and I am given the pieces to put together so that it can become a picture. It's what keeps me going, and knowing that if I stop right now, with the puzzle only half done, yes I will be able to write a C grade paper, but, if I keep going and finish the puzzle, I can write a paper that is my very best that will also have a grade that I know I earned.

......and yes, that is why I am up at 3 in the morning studying. :)

oh man

A strand I once thought was broken and impossible to fix has been mended once again. It completely amazes me how God can turn something that was once full of hurt and brokenness into something beautiful once again. God is a God of reconciliation.....oh how that brings such joy to my heart. A friend from freshman year and I reconnected this afternoon. It was funny because as much as we both tried to fight it in the beginning, God still brought us back together and we are so grateful. Looking back I can see the pieces falling into place and how He was preparing both of our hearts. At first it was awkward, but even though we had both grown and changed, we still connected. It was great.

and to make the day even better, but heart necklace that has been broken for the past 6 weeks came in today. My mom and I took it up to James Avery monday and they said they would fix it for free, all I had to do was pay shipping. It came in today and I was so, so, so excited. I feel like the other half of me is back, and my neck is no long naked. :)

7 Facts

Thoughts of my heart......literally

Jesus, I can't take much more..........


I only have so much hair to cut, so either please help me find a new outlet for the stress, or better yet, make all the stress go away.


This is truly starting to get to me.
I feel like if admit I'm scared I'm admitting defeat.
But the truth is, I'm scared.

change??

Transferring to a University closer to home? The idea sounds so appealing at the moment. The Biology major is exactly what I need to get into grad school. I love the education I am receiving at OBU, but, every minute I am not in school my heart aches to be at home. People are school are so hard to be around, so, so, so hard.

Lord please grant wisdom and guidance.....

I get the tinglies in a silly place

I was able to meet my family for Valentine's dinner and then head home after. It was so nice, I really do love being with my huge family. Today I was able to keep my sweet baby home from daycare and play with him. I gave him a bath this morning, then we snuggled, cooed, and played all afternoon. He is such a happy baby with a sweet disposition that I can barely express. I so look forward to the day that I can be a mommy, but I do realize that I have a lot of life to live as a non-mommy, and I am looking forward to that too. Someday it will be the best of both worlds and it is going to be amazing. It gives me tingles to think about the plans God has for me and my future family. I know without a shadow of a doubt I will be a mother and a wife. He made me for that, it is inside everything I am. :) Goodness I can be weird sometimes.

Tonight there was a party for the whole campus, and someone brought up Dance Dance Revolution. Oh my goodness! I. Am. So. Sore. I cannot even express to you how sore my whole body is.

I love:

• The fact that I can be anything I want to be.
• That I will be living in Europe in less than six short months.
• Anthropologie Dresses.
• Having only 1 class tomorrow, and that it as at two in the afternoon at that.
  
• God is final.
• That tomorrow is Thursday. Thursdays are always good days.
  
• LOST is on tomorrow night. Yes.
  
• Rush was an amazing success and we have five girls pledging this year.
  
• Spring is almost here.

~


My Princess, You are my true beauty:

Your real beauty is a work of art, hand carved by me. I have given you beautiful lips to speak words of life, eyes to see Me in everything, beautiful hands to help those in need, and a beautiful face to reflect My love to the world. I know you don't see yourself the way I do because you compare yourself to beauty idols that will soon be forgotten. I will work wonders that will radiate true beauty from within. And when My work is completed, your character will show off My craftsmanship, and your beauty marks will be remembered be all that were loved by you.
Love,
Your radiant King

Who's Got Stress? Not me!

"Miss Eaton, You need to have a stress free week as possible."

ER doctor, you have no idea what my life this week is like, do you?

Round 1 of Rush is over and went well. God is so good. One down, two to go.

My evening last night was spent at the ER because my chest was hurting hardcore along with my left shoulder and elbow. After it hurting for two days if finally scared me enough to go to the hospital. I was checked out for a heart attack and everything came back negative. So the doctor told me that I might have a pinched nerve but that he wasn't sure. Dude, I know what a pinched nerve feels like, that wasn't it. Other than that he told me to take it easy this week and not to partake in any stressful activities until I go to the cardiologist next week. Gah, he must not remember what college is like.

I got my hair trimmed and got side bangs. At first I regretted it, but now, I really really like it.

That's all I got.

-Your peaceful, non stressed, Addi :)

pro choice

Today I was glancing through my cousin's myspace and came upon an album that really surprised me. It was a photo album of several pictures dedicated to pro choice. (I decided to overlook the Obama for '08 pictures.) To be quite honest it broke my heart. I guess this is a touchy subject for me because of my background, but because it involved family, it made me downright mad.
As an adopted child, it seems like people who are pro choice are telling me whether I have the right to live or die. One person's mistake dosen't mean another person's life. Granted I was one of the blessed few to have a loving birthmother that chose to look beyond herself and give me life. I can't tell you how many times I thank the Lord at night for creating me inside a woman who knew that she stood for life. Because there are so many out there who do not.
That baby that was created because of your choice dosen't deserve to die. It did nothing to make this happen, so what gives you the right to kill him? It makes me mad and breaks my heart. I could go on and on but I still have packing to do. So I'll stop for now.

Home

I don't fit into this bubble that people call OBU. I used to think that was such a horrible thing, that I was a misfit because of it. I never realized the stress I was under because the world kept telling me that college would be the best years of my life. That college is the time where you have to have five hundred friends and have to be on the go always. College has never been that for me, and I was ashamed. I let myself be put in a box, I let myself stay in within those limits because that is what was 'acceptable'.
To be quite honest I have maybe ten good friends, three of those I call close friends. College has never really been a social place for me, its been a place for me to learn and grow academically. I guess I am just starting to realize that there is so much more to life than college. It is just one stop on this really long road called life. I am learning that it is okay to be where I am in life. Just because I am not like the other 2,000 students here on campus dosen't mean it is wrong, it is just different.
So I am learning. Learning of the freedom that lies outside the box. Learning that -newsflash- it is okay to sit by yourself in class if you don't know anyone. It is okay to be me. At school I tend to be such an introverted extrovert. With my friends I talk nonstop and am completely comfortable. But when it comes to new people, I am shy as ever. Why God called me to missions I will never know. :) I love my life and what God is doing in it. I love school, because I love to learn. But I love home too.
So many of my friends sigh and groan when they have to go home to visit family, I long for that. My family is my joy and what lights up my life. They are my refueling station where I can unwind without all the pressure. I don't get homesick, I haven't been homesick since freshman year. But I do love to go home because of the love that is there. The God given peace that blankets my house.
I know God has called me to missions, but firstly, I believe He has called me to create a home for my husband and family. The home that my mother has created for myself and my family is indescribable. I think that because of her love for my family is the reason I chose to major in Family Science. She is one of a kind. Her traditions, love, hospitality, and home-making skills are something that I want to have someday. My father has an amazing love for her and the things she does for us and him make her all the more lovable. She makes our home amazing.
Home is the place where I am not in a box, and I love it there. Granted, I love school and the things I learn here, but, without trying to sound too cliche, home truly is where my heart is. And that makes me happy.

Smile

Things that make me smile:

• It was chilly and rainy.
• My hair was curly.
• I wore my rainboots today.
• Getting a lot of things crossed of my 'to do' list.
• Class being let out early.
• New hoodies.
  
• Hearing my mom say 'I love you'.
  
• Waking up knowing I am loved by an amazing Savior.
  
• Hearing a lady on the radio phoning in asking where she can but Michael Buble tickets.
  
• Thinking, 'thank you sweet Jesus I already have mine.'
• Looking at my map of the world on my wall and seeing Scotland.
• Two words: taco day.
• Getting random hugs.
  
• Calling my grandma.
• Finding out that IHOP is having free pancake day next Tuesday. Dude, I am so all over that.
  
• Knowing that rush will soon be a thing of the past.
• "As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good in order to bring about this present result..."

Viva America!

Yes, I switched. I missed blogger too much, with all its wonderful freedoms......


So much about me lately is an inner struggle. There is a war going on in my heart. I know the side I stand on, but yet, it seems like the enemy is doing everything in his power to tear me away. Its hard.......and so much is involved, even the deepest, most intimate parts of me, and all those sins that come with it. I know being a Christian isn't supposed to be easy, but, goodness, this is hard. But with all of this, I am beginning to see a whole new wonderful picture of grace; and let me tell you, its beautiful.

In other news I officially exercised my right as an American and voted today. Granted, it was an absentee ballot, but still, I felt officially American.

But OH MY GOODNESS it took a lot of work to get done. Before you can mail off your ballot, you have to get it notarized, which caused me to go on a wild goose chase across campus this morning, trying to find a notary. After I finally found one, I had to go back and mail the letter at the post office, which is on the completely opposite side of campus. After it was all said and done I was late for class. Dang, Ron Paul better appreciate my vote, because a lot of work was put into getting it done.
My dad and I are voting for different people.......never saw that one coming. But I like who I went with, and I still do. His voting record is consistent, and He believes that more things should be left up to the state. But, I'm not going to get on my soapbox. :)

The attacks by the evil one are getting old?..really, really old. But I know that I am doing to right thing?..but it just seems like attack after attack are coming my way. I hate that this anger has such a hold on me. I know I need to forgive him, but I am just not there yet. He fought dirty, hit below the belt; but the worse thing was, it was personal, very personal. I realize that I have to respect him, although he is no authority in my life by any means, but, he is my parent?s boss. This anger that has a hold in me is fierce, and gives him more control, but still. Several times I have prayed about it and I keep getting the same answer, ?My love, pray for him.? No Lord, no, I can?t, won?t, don?t want to. This is yet another attack from the evil one, and it hurts. Lord, please help me not crumble, because I am near the breaking point.

I?m home this weekend. Rush is a week from Monday and I am in charge of everything involved. Stressed out? Yes. Does it cause sleepless nights because one?s head is full of things that need to be done? You bet. But I have made it this far and only have a week to go. I am proud of myself. This was a daunting task that required organization, planning, dictating, meetings, and so much more. Last night mom helped me with the Rush posters because I am so not artistically creative. (Its not my fault though, I?ve been told its genetic.) Overall I am happy with the way they turned out. This morning I took some pictures, so, ignore my ?just crawled out of bed? look.

    I met my partner for this summer in Scotland via facebook. She is a junior and has been once before. She was able to answer my million and a half questions that I had and I was so thankful. We have the same birthday which is pretty cool too. She sent me so much information about the culture, people, everything. I am about to sit down and print it all out. Seeing it all on paper makes it much more real and makes me much more nervous. But, its a good nervous, an excited one.

   Also, I had to say goodbye to all things caffeine, antihistamines, and cough syrup.  Oh. my. goodness. I never thought that the loss of caffeine was going to be so hard. I was so tired yesterday I was dragging. It?s sad how a legal stimulant can cause your body to have such an addiction. Stupid heart.

Rush, Attacks, and Missions oh my!

The attacks by the evil one are getting old…..really, really old. But I know that I am doing to right thing…..but it just seems like attack after attack are coming my way. I hate that this anger has such a hold on me. I know I need to forgive him, but I am just not there yet. He fought dirty, hit below the belt; but the worse thing was, it was personal, very personal. I realize that I have to respect him, although he is no authority in my life by any means, but, he is my parent’s boss. This anger that has a hold in me is fierce, and gives him more control, but still. Several times I have prayed about it and I keep getting the same answer, “My love, pray for him.” No Lord, no, I can’t, won’t, don’t want to. This is yet another attack from the evil one, and it hurts. Lord, please help me not crumble, because I am near the breaking point.

I’m home this weekend. Rush is a week from Monday and I am in charge of everything involved. Stressed out? Yes. Does it cause sleepless nights because one’s head is full of things that need to be done? You bet. But I have made it this far and only have a week to go. I am proud of myself. This was a daunting task that required organization, planning, dictating, meetings, and so much more. Last night mom helped me with the Rush posters because I am so not artistically creative. (Its not my fault though, I’ve been told its genetic.) Overall I am happy with the way they turned out. This morning I took some pictures, so, ignore my ‘just crawled out of bed’ look.

I met my partner for this summer in Scotland via facebook. She is a junior and has been once before. She was able to answer my million and a half questions that I had and I was so thankful. We have the same birthday which is pretty cool too. She sent me so much information about the culture, people, everything. I am about to sit down and print it all out. Seeing it all on paper makes it much more real and makes me much more nervous. But, its a good nervous, an excited one.

Also, I had to say goodbye to all things caffeine, antihistamines, and cough syrup. Oh. my. goodness. I never thought that the loss of caffeine was going to be so hard. I was so tired yesterday I was dragging. It’s sad how a legal stimulant can cause your body to have such an addiction. Stupid heart.