Final Fun

"Jonah didn't want to go to Nineveh." Go ahead. Say it fast. If you're like me, you'll say "Jonah did-n wanna go-da Nin-a-vah."

I was up late last night studying for a final and I started cracking up when I said that sentence! I know, it was late and I was delirious, but it sounds so funny! It sounds like another language or something!

Yes! FINALLY Someone Gets It!

It's about time that people started catching on! From a secular source:

Stephanie Coontz, a professor of history and family studies at Evergreen State College in Olympia, Wash.

"If you're in a good relationship and if you want to marry, there's no reason to postpone it."

That's right, Stephanie. I think that we make marriage too hard sometimes. I'm not saying that we should run out and marry someone we just met on the internet (um...) or anything, but far too often I hear people saying "I love my girlfriend, but I don't know if it's God's will for me to marry." My response? Why then are you even dating?

Is it possible that God would give someone the desire to marry and then make sure that it's "not His will" for that person to marry?

Seriously. We don't all have to be 30 and mature before we start thinking about marriage (I know, I know. My fiance is 30). I will be honest. It feels really good to be out of the dating scene. I am so thrilled that I am marrying the most Christ-centered, level-headed, fun-loving, good looking and respectable man in the entire world! I don't have to worry about things like "I wonder what so-and-so meant when he said [fill in the blank]." It's soooo good to be in a life-long commitment.

Everyone should start praying for the Lord to send a spouse into thier lives! I highly recommend it.

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This makes me proud to live in KY. Okay, this is absolutely HORRIBLE! DISGUSTING! GROSS ME OUT!

I Lost a Bet.

I am supposed to give mad props to Jonathan Christman. He's so great. Yee-haw. He's amazing. Woop-a-dee-doo. Great job on Dr. Moore's mid-term, Jonathan. You sure beat me. You even got "excellent" written on top of your paper. I didn't get anything written on the top of mine. And yee-haw, you wrote 8 pages for one essay question. I didn't do that. So you beat me. You are so smart. You are so great. No seriously, this guy is great! And really smart! He beat me on Dr. Moore's mid-term. But just wait, Christman. The final is December 2.

Wow-crazy article! I'm glad that I born in 1981 and not attending SBTS then!
http://www.tbaptist.com/aab/apostasyatsbts.htm

After finals, I will return to writing random stories and thoughts. I know that this blog has been skimpy (haha) lately, but please be patient until Dec. 2.

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Laughing Gas

"Are you okay with me puncturing the heck out of your gums with this huge needle?" the dentist asked as I lay helplessly in the blue torture chair. Okay, well it was something similar to that. "Um...I hate needles. I hate pain. Honestly, I want to jump out of this chair and run home right now."

"How do you feel about laughing gas?" he asked.

"I love laughing gas. Apparently I was really funny last time I had laughing gas. I made a dental hygienist crack up," I responded.

A little mask was shoved over my nose and suddenly, entrance into hell...er...I mean, the dentist office wasn't so bad. Within 5 seconds, I began to fly. Within 30 seconds, I began to think they were giving me a little too much laughing gas. I consciously had a huge grin on my face and felt like I had something to hide. A few minutes passed and a dental hygienist came in to check on me.

"How you feelin'?" she asked.

I don't remember my response, but I do remember seeing my right arm flinging around in the air above my body. She turned the laughing gas down.

A few more minutes passed. I began to feel like I was going super fast up a roller coaster. I never came down-I just kept going up and up and up.

The dentist came in and gave me 3 shots in my tender gums. I felt pain, but I really didn't care at that point. I thought to myself "that hurts, but hey, it's alright. No big deal..." He worked on my mouth while I continued to inhale the laughing gas. Sounds began to annoy me. Every time someone said something, the first syllable that they said echoed in my head for at least 5 seconds. The music was killing me! I think a Rod Stewart song was on. The noises were echoing like crazy.

I closed my eyes and began to get sleepy. Very sleepy. So, I thought "Nikki, you better breathe through your mouth." I tried to breathe through my mouth, but I couldn't concentrate enough. The lady working on my mouth kept saying "Open your mouth. Open up. Stay open. Open wide." I was really trying! I couldn't keep my mouth open.

They finished their work and gave me oxygen to breathe for like...2 minutes. They told me I was done, but as I attempted to get out of the chair, the room began spinning. I reached down to get my purse and found myself leaning on the wall for total support.

You know what was funny? I looked in a mirror and there was a HUGE, DEEP circle around my nose. I guess I was sucking the laughing gas in with all my might.