So today, I received a phone call from one of my favorite friends. she gave me a suggestion for what I should blog about next, and in the process left me a 4 minute voicemail on the topic.
Towards the end of the message i was thinking
"Dang, I'm glad Shannon Murphy has Verizon."
Seriously though, there are only a few people in my life who don't have Verizon and aren't "IN". On our family plan, between my dad, mom, brother and I... I have over 1000-1700 minutes of "IN" minutes and another 300-500 of "OTHER" minutes. More then my mom and brother combined.
That is just crazy. That is about 30 hours of talking on the phone, every month. I'm not sure if this is a problem or not?
When I was in the dorm I was always known as the phone $&#%@, and in my house now, I am certainly always a part of the statement..."she's probably on her phone..."
It's not a bad thing. But sometimes I struggle with whether or not it is a good thing too.
How has this little silver device become such a central part of my life, and I haven't even had it for three years of my life yet? How have I managed to become so dependent on a piece of plastic, when I struggle to remain dependent on God and the grace he places in my life?
Note to self: Say a prayer every time you talk on your phone, or pick up phone to look at it.
Note to self #2: Thank God for long voicemail messages...I LOVE LEAVING THEM!
sneezing
hi friends.
it's april 14th and i have a cold.
it's the first one i've had all winter, and it came when it finally got warm out today.
gosh darn-it. but oh well...i took some vitamins, drank a gallon of water, and now i get to look forward to a few days of tasteless food and a runny nose. WHOOOO! :]
stay healthy. spray lysol. and REST WELL (according to a great little sticky note I recieved yesterday.).
That's what I am going to go do. rest :]
happy night before taxes are due...i have to mail mine tomorrow!
it's april 14th and i have a cold.
it's the first one i've had all winter, and it came when it finally got warm out today.
gosh darn-it. but oh well...i took some vitamins, drank a gallon of water, and now i get to look forward to a few days of tasteless food and a runny nose. WHOOOO! :]
stay healthy. spray lysol. and REST WELL (according to a great little sticky note I recieved yesterday.).
That's what I am going to go do. rest :]
happy night before taxes are due...i have to mail mine tomorrow!
my dad :]
So this weekend I was fortunate enough to take a last minute trip with my mom and dad to Illinois for a little weekend with the family. My favorite part was the car ride, because my Dad is just hilarious and my mom and I can never stop laughing.
He has this funny/corny/"I can't believe you just said that" kind of humor. Here are a few examples of what he said/says all the time.
Driving on the highway, a VW BUG passes us, and he says "Man...that car just bugs me."
I wake up from sleeping, and we are at the gas station in Indiana...
DAD: "Want anything from inside Yor?"
ME: "I'm good Dad, but thanks?"
DAD: "Well, I know your good, but do you want anything?"
My mom asks me for a Clementine that is in the back seat and my dad decides to serenade my mom with any song that comes to his mind.
"Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling CLEMENTINE..."
And he continues this for the next 45 minutes, picking any word my mom and I say in conversation and finding a song that goes with it...
"whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam), whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)"
"[ohio state fight song]"
"one round of Hose Cuervo..."
"I like it, I love it, I want some more of it..."
"You are so beautiful to me...."
"Bye bye Miss American pie..."
OR... in attempt to still be an informational source in my life, he decides to teach me how to tell if a car is rear wheel drive/all wheel drive/ or front wheel drive. So the entire last hour of our trip was spent being quizzed on what cars are which. I passed with flying colors, except for the Honda CRV....that was a tricky one :)
My mom gets so mad when I laugh at his outbursts, because I am encouraging his wacky behavior...but I just can't help it...he makes me laugh. I love the people in my life who do that for me.
I am not gifted with the talent to be a funny person, but I am gifted with laughing... and I can tell that God continuously places people in my life so I will always be laughing. If I look around, some of the funniest people I know are my best friends and for that I am grateful (THANK YOU). I can only hope that if I can't return their gift of comedy, at least they can receive my laughter!
night friends. hope this was an entertaining second blog post!
He has this funny/corny/"I can't believe you just said that" kind of humor. Here are a few examples of what he said/says all the time.
Driving on the highway, a VW BUG passes us, and he says "Man...that car just bugs me."
I wake up from sleeping, and we are at the gas station in Indiana...
DAD: "Want anything from inside Yor?"
ME: "I'm good Dad, but thanks?"
DAD: "Well, I know your good, but do you want anything?"
My mom asks me for a Clementine that is in the back seat and my dad decides to serenade my mom with any song that comes to his mind.
"Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling CLEMENTINE..."
And he continues this for the next 45 minutes, picking any word my mom and I say in conversation and finding a song that goes with it...
"whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam), whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)"
"[ohio state fight song]"
"one round of Hose Cuervo..."
"I like it, I love it, I want some more of it..."
"You are so beautiful to me...."
"Bye bye Miss American pie..."
OR... in attempt to still be an informational source in my life, he decides to teach me how to tell if a car is rear wheel drive/all wheel drive/ or front wheel drive. So the entire last hour of our trip was spent being quizzed on what cars are which. I passed with flying colors, except for the Honda CRV....that was a tricky one :)
My mom gets so mad when I laugh at his outbursts, because I am encouraging his wacky behavior...but I just can't help it...he makes me laugh. I love the people in my life who do that for me.
I am not gifted with the talent to be a funny person, but I am gifted with laughing... and I can tell that God continuously places people in my life so I will always be laughing. If I look around, some of the funniest people I know are my best friends and for that I am grateful (THANK YOU). I can only hope that if I can't return their gift of comedy, at least they can receive my laughter!
night friends. hope this was an entertaining second blog post!
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