Quite a Scene

So, I caused quite a scene this evening. A terrible scene, actually. A scene that involved 3 police cars, an ambulance, a fire truck, and a whole slew of witnesses.

I was on Cherokee Parkway turning left onto Bardstown Road. This big ole bus was coming from my left and I thought "okay, after this bus passes, I'm good to turn." Well, the bus pulled over to my immediate left to pick some people up, so I (thinking it was clear) turned left. Mid-turn I saw a motorcyclist coming straight towards me. It was so fast, but so slow at the same time. I hit the motorcycle SO hard. It stayed in front of/underneath my car, but the driver flew/slid behind my back tires somehow. It was seriously the scariest thing I've ever experienced.

I'll spare you the details, but let's just say that the Lord is so incredibly gracious. The guy was wearing a helmet and motorcyle safety jacket and didn't even get a scratch. The motorcycle, however, was totaled. One of the officers said that she couldn't believe that the guy wasn't hurt really badly.

I was (am) really shaken up. I was 100% more scared than the guy on the motorcyle. There was one point (when I called to tell my dad) when he was comforting me! Because this was my first real wreck, I have really freaked out since it happened.

I'm reminded of the fraility of life. I mean, it's something that we all know: just about anything can happen at any given moment. You can blink and your entire life can change or even end. It's something that I know in my mind, but it has now dropped down into my heart. What really matters in life? It is not cars, money, fame, or academics. No, these things are merely temporary. Jesus is eternal. Jesus is the treasure. Jesus is what really matters.

So, please consider what I am saying. These temporary things (yes, even blogs) have no significance if they dishonor Jesus.

A homeless man witnessed the accident. He came up to the motorcyclist and said "God must have been with you because that was really bad." It's true. Praise the Lord that He shed his grace on us this evening.

Interesting...

This is an interesting link: Intesting Link

The Vomit Trash Slide

So, about Steve's comment under the mullet entry...

When I was a senior at the University of Houston, I was involved with the BSM (Baptist Student Ministry). We were raising money for missions and the guys and girls challenged each other with who could raise the most money. The loser had to go through a little obstacle course that ended with a nasty trash slide.

Everyone was at the BSM the day that the winner was announced. 5 guy reps and 5 girl reps stood at the front on stage. We waiting with intensity to see who would fall victim to the trash slide. Who would have to suffer the horrible consequences of losing and who would get to point and laugh?

THE GIRLS WON!! Sweet, sweet victory! Josh (a UH football player) decided that my mocking and loud "YYEEESSSS!!" was worthy of the trashslide even though we won. Before I knew what was going on, he picked me up and pushed me through the trash slide. It was SOOO disgusting (and SOOO unjust)! Seriously, it smelled like vomit. The trashslide was made out of whatever people brought plus we cleaned out the BSM fridge and smothered that stuff on there. There was a huge tub of pancake syrup, pickle juice, rotten milk, and (the grand finale) STEVE'S BEARD HAIR! Yeah! He grew out his beard until the BSM reached their fundraising goal...it was SO long! We had a big "Steve Beard Shaving Day," saved the hair, and put it on the trashslide. Sick!

So, here's a link to the pictures. TRASH SLIDE Enjoy! I recommend that you watch it as a slideshow. Pay special attention to the people in the background of the beginning shots-that's the best part!

Seat Pops, Mullets, and a Rubberband

I'm ready for a new topic.

Dream Mullet

So, today Nick, Chad and I went to the mad house known as the County Clerk's Office. I have spent a considerable amount of time there since I first journeyed into Kentucky, so I was prepared for the mullet madness. Nick and Chad, however, were not.

We walked in, took a number, and had a seat. Now, you have to be very stategic about choosing a seat at this place. It is always packed out and if you're not careful, you'll end up in a seat that can't be seen by the employees.

Here's the thing about the County Clerk's Office. You have to be ready as soon as they call your number. If you're not, you have to take a new number and start all over. It's like speed bingo or something. If they don't see anyone stand up the moment after saying a number, they will move on to the next. It's like "22...23.......24..25" You have basically pop out of your seat. Chad compares it to running out of blocks at a track meet.

The scene at this place is just hilarious. Some people are grumpy because they didn't pop out of their seats fast enough while others have no clue what is going on. Mullets are typical. Oh, and there are motivational posters lining the walls. You know the kind. They have a picture of a bear or a rainbow and say things like "Success" and "Dream."

So, what did we have for entertainment during our 1.5 hour wait? One rubberband. I kept pulling the rubberband really tight over a license plate and strumming it like a guitar. Then the guys started harmonizing with the rubberband. Then it broke.

There's no real significance to this post. I just wanted to talk about something new.

A Little Problem

Now THAT'S What I Call A "Do-Rag"

We're about to become really close friends. I'm about to share something with you that only my best friends from high school know about me. But first, I must preface it with this: I've been recording a demo at Staff House Records the last couple of days. I've recorded some stuff before, and there's always been a problem. The problem is currently occuring at Staff House too.

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Problem: My head is seriously SOOO small! I mean, the brain inside is monsterous, but my skull is the size of a small child's skull. In fact, I think that the child-sized rat from the other day has a bigger head than I do. So, adult headphones never fit on my head. Never. I always have to come up with something to make them fit. So, the guy recording the demo fit a bandana on top of my head. He thought it was funny, so he took this picture and emailed it to me.

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Now, I'm sure that all musicians have some sort of strange thing they have to do when recording. Mine just happens to be extremely visible. Can I help the size of head that I got? No. And besides, wouldn't a gigantic head on a small body look weird? I'm thankful for my small head. In fact, the problem isn't even my head. The problem is that adult headphones are far too big. They are made for people like...Yao Ming. (I DO play ball like Yao, but come on!)

John Patrick Saves the Day!

Ready for the child-sized thing

I was in the kitchen burning broccoli tonight when Kristin ran out of the office screaming "SOMETHING IS IN THERE!" I was like "AUGH! What is it? A robber? A murderer? WHAT?" Well, it wasn't a robber. It wasn't a murderer. Worse. It was...a HUGE RAT! Seriously, it was at least 6 feet long! And that doesn't include the tail. Boy-we were up on the counter top in no time.

I grabbed the phone and called none other than John Patrick (Big Bad John). I was like "Come over right now! We have an emergency situation on our hands! It's a huuuuge rat!" He started laughing at us. For a second, I thought I was going to have to put our friendship on the line. But, through tears of laughter, he agreed to come over.

He chased the monster around the office and the living room, but the rat was too fast. Seriously, it was the size of a small child.

John Patrick finally caught the small child-sized thing and had to hold it with both hands-it was soooo huge! He took it outside and...got rid of it for us. I don't want to say what he did to the poor thing, but let's just say...he got rid of it for us.

John Patrick has once again saved the day.

The Secret Weapon

It was approximately one hour before our first intramural basketball game. For some reason, I kept knocking things down. First, I knocked over the stack of pictures by my desk. Next, I tried to throw my Chicken Voila package in the trashcan and knocked over the trash. This was not a good sign.

I arrived at our basketball game about five minutes early. I walked in and my team was standing by the door. My teammates were holding their breath in anticipation. They let out a huge sigh of relief when they saw me.

"Nikki! We thought you'd never get here! After all, you are The Secret Weapon," said Chris Lawrence, the team captain.

We won the game. Oh, sweet victory! We won the game!

Now, let's put aside the fact that my name is last on the team roster. (I think that after they pick teams, they reverse the roster so the last people picked don't feel bad). Let's put aside the fact that I am only 5'0 tall. My fiesty-ness makes up the height issue. And finally, let's put aside the fact that we were playing against Josh's team. Josh is monster of a guy. He created the highlight of the entire game.

We were on defense and I was guarding my guy sooooo close. I was right there with him and he couldn't get around me. So, what did the opposing team do? They set up a screen. Josh screened me. Josh is about 5 times bigger than me. I heard the crowd gasp in unison. That's when I realized that I was flying through the air. I hit Josh's screen SO hard that I went flying. My entire body was off of the ground. I landed on my side and stared blankly toward the crowd. I was stunned.

I was a little embarrassed, so I hopped right up, said a little something to Josh, and kept playing my hardest. It kinda hurt, though. I mean, not THAT bad. Shoot. I'm tough. I'm 5'0 of pure meat. I'm The Secret Weapon.

Anyway-we won. Our next game is Monday at 8:30. Come watch The Secret Weapon in action.

Which Song Are You Most Likely to Bust Out in at Any Given Moment?

	Pour Some Sugar On Me Def Leppard
	Chicago Frank Sinatra
	Henry the Eighth Herman's Hermits (Second Verse, Same as the First)
	No Diggity Dr.Dre/Blackstreet
	Like a Rolling Stone Bob Dylan
	Billie Jean Michael Jackson
	Vertigo U2
	Strawberry Fields Forever The Beatles
	I've Just Seen Jesus Larnelle Harris
	Tainted Love Soft Cell
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