Just As I Am...

Notes for "The Bachelor"

2009-03-03T13:22:00.003-06:00

So I'm not gonna lie...last night's Bachelor finale was ridiculous. For those of you who didn't watch, Jason (the Bachelor) chose (and proposed to) Melissa, then came to the "After the Rose" show, broke up with Melissa and asked Molly (the runner up, if you will) to try things again. Oh goodness...

I didn't know where to begin, so I have put together some notes for dear old, desperate Jason...

The Bachelor/The Bachelorette is not conducive to finding true love. You tried with DeAnna, Melissa, and now Molly (yes, sadly I have watched this all unfold). While some may applaud your ability to "put yourself out there" in the hopes of finding love, I say you need to face the facts...fantasy dates and dream vacations are not reality. It may be time to try another approach.
NEVER propose to a girl when you admit, several times in fact, that at that time you proposed you had fallen in love with TWO girls. If you are honestly in love with 2 girls, which is hard for me to fathom, I'm pretty sure you shouldn't have proposed to either of them. I can't speak for all women, but I know when I have someone propose to me, I better be the only love interest in his life.
Never dump a girl, let alone your fiance, on national television. It is not fair to her. And I do not care if ABC decided to take away the studio audience (note to ABC, this was a pitiful attempt to show some sort of decency) because of the emotional gravity of the situation. Maybe you should have considered the fact that millions were still watching on television? Just a thought. Heaven forbid anything happen without TV cameras to take it all in.
Do not kiss a girl 30 minutes after you dump your fiance. Not very classy and certainly not respectful in any way to the girl you previously wanted to spend your life with. Give her a full hour at least (note sarcasm).
Oh the tears...seriously Jason? I know you've had a tough road to finding love, but the mass amount of tears that were flowing last night are not helping your case when it comes to your next love quest (yes, I am predicting this will not work out, but I could be wrong).

I'm done ranting for now...unfortunately there is another hour of the show tonight to finish out this drama. More ranting may be necessary...sorry.

The Dreaded Question

2009-02-21T15:14:00.003-06:00

It happens all the time, the dreaded question. Sometimes it can come out of nowhere, but the majority of the time, you can see it coming, you know you will have to face it, but you still hold on with some sliver of hope that the subject will be evaded.

I'm sure most of you can figure out exactly what I'm talking about when I refer to "the dreaded question." It's those few short words every single person hates to hear strung together...

"So, are you dating anyone?"

Mind you, this question can come in many forms (some do manage to get creative with it), but no matter how the question is phrased, it does not get any easier.

It's not that I don't appreciate people wanting to know what is going on in my life, the worst part about this question is the reaction. Once you reply "no" to this question, there are a few responses you will get, which I (along with my sister), have divided into 5 types.

The first type of response that comes to mind is the "advice-giver." Now those that respond this way do have the best of intentions, but their advice can usually can be wittled down to two things...you are either doing too much or not enough. It's just that simple.

The second reaction we will refer to as "thin veiled disappointment." It's the small reaction you can almost miss if you aren't paying attention. The look of dissatisfaction that briefly passes across their face, which is quickly followed by some prompt response in an effort to backtrack out of the conversation.

Thirdly, we have the "awkward silence." I never quite understood the phrase "silent but deadly" until now. It's the moment where apparently no words in the English language (or any language for that matter) can account for the fact that you are not dating anyone. Awesome.

The fourth reaction is "encouragement," whereby the asker proceeds to follow-up their question with kind words meant to ensure you retain at least a portion of the dignity you held at the beginning of the conversation, telling you that "you'll find someone soon," "it'll happen when you least expect it" and one of my personal favorites, "you're still so young, you have plenty of time."

Finally, we have the person with "rescuer syndrome." I give this person credit because even though they did bring up a somewhat awkward subject for the single person, they are quick on their feet and manage to change the subject seemlessly, allowing for the minimal amount of attention given towards the topic at hand.

Well, that's all I've got for now. I'll let you know if I discover a sixth :)

Morning Dilemmas

2009-02-09T09:24:00.004-06:00

7:30 - Initial alarm clock goes off.
Last Night's Reasoning: It may be my day off, but I can't sleep the day away. I would like to be able to go to sleep at a decent time before work on Tuesday.
This Morning: 7:30am? Seriously? I don't think so. That was definitely wishful thinking on my part last night. I'm just gonna roll back over and sleep a little longer...

8:30 - More of the Same.
There is no way I slept an hour, it felt like 5 minutes. Let's think this through...I can still make that workout class I was planning at 9:30am. Actually, I can still make that workout class AND get a little more sleep. Now, what's the latest time I can wake up and make it out of bed and to 24 hour fitness...

9:10 - Loud Noises!
2 Alarm Clocks are blaring on either side of my bed.
Well, I really should get up. If I move quickly, I can make that workout class...who am I kidding, I don't "move quickly" at any point in the morning. Who goes to these early morning workout classes anyways? They must be out of their minds. I will just have to workout on my own, apart from the crazies...oooh, and this way I can "get up" but can stay in bed as long as I want

9:12 - Ellen v. Bobby Bones
The first serious dilemma of my day off has come. I may have managed to sort through the sleep/workout dilemma earlier this morning with flying colors, but now comes the true struggle. Ellen comes on at 9am in Austin, and I love Ellen! Plus I never watch it now that I work...BUT what about Bobby Bones??? I am a loyal listener of his morning show everyday on the way in to work and he is on until 10am, just like Ellen. I can't just abandon Bobby, Amy and LB! What to do???

9:12 - 9:15 Serious Strategy Session

9:15 - Why Can't You have it all?
In order to not hurt Ellen or Bobby's feelings, I have managed to have both on at the same time. Some may think chaos would ensue, but I luckily have mastered my volume skills, and subtly switch back and forth between the two as needed without actually turning either one off. Thank goodness for commercials that don't overlap too much.

9:34 - First Phone Call
Who in the world would call at such a time? Bobby is in the middle of, no doubt, an intelligent discussion that will no doubt change my life (discussing Jessica Simpson's onstage breakdown), while Ellen is interviewing John Mayer. Could there be a more inconvenient time?
I look at the phone and realize I do not know who it is. Some stranger picked up the phone at 9:33 and decided that would be a great time to call me. Just wonderful...I will not pick up. If it's really important, they'll leave a message.

9:36 - Voicemail
I'm not sure who called me, but they have managed to take up the last 2 minutes of my morning, not to mention Bobby and Ellen's time, how dare they do such a thing! Now I have to check out who called...apparently it is someone from the Chevrolet dealership. Nevermind the fact that I visited the Chevy place over a month ago, clearly this was the best time to call and check in on me. One word...delete!

10:00 - It's Over
Well, no more Bobby/Ellen. Unfortunately I have discovered that morning tv/radio inevitably goes downhill starting at 10am. Guess I have no other choice than to get out of bed. I guess I can manage...I could get used to these lazy mornings :)

To My Lifelong Friend

2009-01-31T15:16:00.004-06:00

I have some amazing friends. Friends who I would not trade for the world. To be honest, I have never needed to have a ton of friends or people around me, and often I can be slow to let people in. However, there are those people in my life, my best friends, who I can say anything to, who love me right where I am, and I realize I am incredibly lucky to know these people.

Today, I was fortunate enough to hang with my one truly lifelong friend. I am so lucky to be able to claim that I have literally been best friends with her since the day I was born. While we may be busy living our separate lives, she is someone who I truly cherish every moment I have with her. So Julie, this blog is dedicated to you.

Julie, you are one of the strongest and most courageous women I have ever met. I truly admire you for so many things. I love that we have known each other our entire lives. I love that we can sit and laugh over 22 (almost 23!) years of memories, and it never gets old. I love that no matter how long we go without talking or seeing each other, we always pick up exactly where we left off. I love that you can make me laugh like no one else can, that I can forget anything and everything that's going on when I'm with you. I love that I know I can talk to you about anything. I love that you support me and are excited for me in everything I do. I love to watch you with your kids, so composed and loving, constantly putting them above your own needs. I love your infectious personality, your ability to lift the spirits of everyone around you and make them want to be around you more.

Most of all, I just love you for exactly who you are. You are an absolutely irreplaceable best friend. I can't wait to see where life takes us. I know that no matter where we go and what we do, we will always be a part of each other's lives. All I can say is thank you. Thank you for being who you are and loving me for who I am. Thank you for sticking by my side for all these years. You have blessed my life in so many ways, and I am looking forward to what's to come.

Confessions of a Workaholic

2009-01-25T14:51:00.003-06:00

Hello, my name is Rachel Isenhower, and I am a workaholic.

There. I did it. It's officially out there.

Whew, that wasn't as scary as I thought it would be.

I remember starting my job 8 months ago and having no clue what I was getting into. I had fun making friends in the office and enjoying the little perks that came with my first job...first official business cards, the name plate on the door, a DOOR for goodness sakes (I never realized quite how valuable this would really be).

Well time has flown by and things have changed, but I honestly can admit that I truly love my job, which I feel very fortunate to be able to say. Despite enjoying what i do, the truth of the matter is, I work too much.

If you're not convinced of this fact, and I'm sure many of you already are, below you will find my "10 Confessions of a Workaholic"...if this doesn't prove it I don't know what will.

1. Getting in to work early or staying late is part of my regular routine. It's amazing what you can get done outside of the hours of 8-5. I actually enjoy getting in early or staying late...you would be amazed how much you can get done when you're not interrupted.
2. It is normal for me to head into the office on a Saturday or Sunday for a few hours...even if it's just to straighten things up so I feel better when I come in on Monday to start the work week.
3. I have, on occasion, skipped lunch entirely to get more work done (and here comes the true confession...I have even been tempted with a trip to Chickfila and still turned it down).
4. My home page on my laptop is no longer ESPN, it is now Cvent, our online registration system for our events. (When you are faced with strict budgets and meeting attendance numbers, you'd be a little obsessive about how many people were registered too.)
5. This is a big one...I have regular encounters with the cleaning crew (due to #1 and #2) and we are even on a first name basis now. I'm quite proud.
6. I panicked a week ago when my BlackBerry stopped receiving my work emails...you would've thought the world was coming to an end.
7. I get excited about organizing my events into pretty binders. I also am thrilled at the fact that I have a ginormous dry erase board covering an entire wall of my office, which I have taped off into a grid and which maps out all of our events for 2009. It makes me smile everytime I see it (almost as much as the BB&B towel section...if you don't get this last comment it's ok, I only reveal this to a very few)
8. I am pretty positive my office has to order three times as many Diet Dr. Peppers as they previously did before I started working there...thank goodness for the refrigerator stocked with caffeinated drinks, it's a wonder what those sodas can do for you when you start fading :)
9. I have managed to convince myself that having 7 days of vacation left over from 2008 and having to use it by the end of February is a problem. I know, I'm crazy...there's just so much going on it never seems like a good time to take off. Plus it seems easier to go to work than to have to play catch-up.
10. Since starting 8 months ago, Christmas was the first time I took off time and didn't even open my laptop or work on an event. It really was a relief, and something I definitely need more of (yay for my next vacay...Boston 2009!).

Well, it's out there now. While I do think it is good to be devoted to your job, I'll be the first to admit it's probably not the healthiest lifestyle. I really do believe I have finally come to the point where I realize that I cannot let my job take over my life, like it probably has slowly but steadily done over the past 8 months.

In the end, while I do love my job, that's all it is...a job. I do believe I need to work hard and invest myself in my workplace for multiple reasons, but at the same time I can't let my work define who I am. I'm thankful to have people in my life who remind me of this.

So, now that it's out there, I guess it's time to find out if admittance is the first step to recovery. Only time will tell!

It's That Time of the Year Again

2008-08-30T23:06:00.004-05:00

It's that time of the year again...that oh so sweet time when college football seems to consume every weekend. Where every Saturday begins with Kirk and the boys on College Game Day and ends with a Sportscenter recap. It's a beautiful thing, college football season.

The season inevitably begins with the hope that UT will pull off a miraculous run which will culminate in another national championship. Where all UT fans, including myself, seem to think and almost believe that all of the prior season's shortcomings may have been resolved. In all reality, it will be the typical season in which I find myself yelling at the tv, wondering why Greg Davis still has a job, and trying to figure out what happened to our pass coverage while of course wishing this entire time that Vince Young could return and bring back the glory days. Those glorious days where we only stayed at UT Football games a little past halftime and then left since the game was a blowout and raced to the nearest tv to watch one of the other ranked teams struggle with their opponents...those were the good old days.

Despite the fact that the season will most likely not end up with UT going undefeated, I can't help but get excited about every college football season. I look forward to the Saturdays to come over the next few months, Saturdays filled with rivalries and upsets, Saturdays where all I do is turn on the tv and watch game after game. And even if the college football season turns out to be lackluster and disappointing, college basketball season is just around the corner...I will always have March Madness :)

The Taste of Victory

2008-08-18T14:24:00.003-05:00

I want to be great.

What else can you say after watching Michael Phelps in the Olympics? Being ordinary is no longer good enough. I watched this twenty-three year old break world records. I watched him win by a body length, and win by a fingertip. I watched him do the improbable, to many the impossible. I watched him win on the world’s biggest stage over and over and over again. I watched Michael represent his country on the gold medal stand 8 times, and 8 times I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that kind of success, to have such a lifelong dream fulfilled.

I think the majority of Americans (or at least all true Americans) sat and watched and cheered for Michael as he won his races, and secretly all hoped that we could experience just a bit of his success. That maybe, just for a moment, we could discover a talent, an ability, a characteristic that would propel us to such an extraordinary level of greatness. That all eyes, including our own, would be opened to that one special thing that would forever separate us from those around us, that our unique greatness would be realized and celebrated.

I can’t help but sit back and think about Michael’s overwhelming feat, and I keep wondering…is it enough? Sure this kid is going to take some time off and bask in the glory of this unbelievable achievement, but will it be enough? I don’t think so.

And that’s what I love about him. I think he realizes this profound accomplishment is a reason to celebrate, but I also think after a few weeks or a month or so, he will be right back in the water, pushing towards some new goal. He won’t bask in the glory of these Beijing Olympics for too long. Sure, he’ll enjoy his SI cover and his ESPN classic moments and the loads of endorsements that will continue to pile in, but this kid is not going to stop. He is going to continue to do what he loves, knowing that he can always push himself a little further.

So while the rest of America sits in amazement, he will toil away. Which leaves me asking myself, what am I working for? Is there anything in my life that I approach with the same intensity and outright passion Michael shows for swimming?

Many people say that the victory is not near as sweet without the struggle, and I believe that. I believe that we have to fight for what we want and who we want to be. 1 Timothy 6:12 says…

“Fight the good fight of faith; take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made the good confession in the presence of many witnesses.”

My fight may not break headlines or cause the world to take notice of me. It may not bring me fame or fortune. But if I truly believe the words of 1 Timothy 6:12, I will push myself farther and harder, welcoming the struggle I have been called to.

Michael Phelps’ gold medals and numerous wins are no doubt impressive. But I believe my God’s victory is something that is truly untouchable. Michael’s feat may someday be out done. But HIS victory will stand forever, HIS greatness cannot be matched.

Check It Out

2008-08-14T15:54:00.003-05:00

It has been a while since I last posted, but I wanted to take a few seconds to recommend a blog to those of you who have time. You should definitely check out http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com. It is a blog written by Angie Smith, wife of Todd Smith of the Christian band Selah, that tracks her thoughts as she and her husband face a situation involving an extremely difficult and complicated pregnancy. I have been reading it at every opportunity since Kelsey told me about it last night, and it is definitely an emotional roller coaster. The writing is so eloquent, and she is so honest you can't help but get wrapped up in the story. If you are considering reading, start at the beginning and follow the story. And just a warning, it has proved to be quite a tear jerker...

My Future as a Starving Artist

2008-07-28T11:43:00.004-05:00

I have decided to change my career. Despite having just graduated from UT in May and despite the fact that I start grad school in a month, I think I am going to pursue my career as a starving artist. While this may come as a shock to some, I would just like to give all the credit or blame (pay attention mom and dad) to my lovely sister. She is the one who introduced me to a girl's webpage which shows all the little paintings and crafts she makes and sells. After taking a look at her artwork, I decided that I can definitely do what she does, and the arrogant side of me said I think I could do it better.

So I have decided to explore my artistic side. The only problem is I'm pretty sure I won't be able to support myself (after all, that's why it's referred to as a "starving artist"), but I figure I can start it part time. What a cool job it would be! So I started thinking of many of the benefits of this new career path, and I have listed some of them below.

Benefits of Being a Starving Artist:
1. No more 8 to 5. Woohoo! Now I can do 8 to 5, but anyone who knows me realizes I am not a morning person. I am so productive late at night, imagine the things I could do if I could stay up as late as I wanted without having to worry about getting up at a certain time in the morning!

2. I love painting and making things for people. Red flag: I will have to charge people, not so good at that part. What can I say? I'm a giver :)

3. No more office drama. The day I can make it through my workday without being interrupted with people stepping into my office to vent about the latest office drama is never going to happen...running my own "business" would lessen the undue amount of stress work tends to bring.

4. Vacation time. You want to go skiing over Christmas break? Take a trip to the beach for a week in the summer? Let me just check my schedule...oh wait, I make my own schedule, no problem there! (Potential problem: making enough money to afford aforementioned skiing and beach trip...minor detail)

And I'm sure there are many more benefits, but I have only been considering it for a few days, so we'll have to give it more time. For now, let me know your thoughts!

Taking a Stand for SUVs Everywhere

2008-07-22T22:42:00.002-05:00

I have always had a certain attachment to my car. I currently drive a '98 Ford Explorer which I affectionately refer to as Henry. I like to believe that ole Henry and I have developed a strong bond. Since Henry is 10 years old, there have inevitably been bumps in the road (that dang check engine light just won't stay off, and the brakes tend to squeak pretty loudly...especially when approaching the Chick-fil-a drive thru window), but we have come to an understanding that we are in it for the long haul. I will remain loyal to Henry and in turn he will get me to where I need to go.

While I love my car, I have begun to notice that the rest of the world does not share my feelings. Case in point...the "small car only" parking. Now this really gets under my skin. I view this as a direct form of discrimination not only against Henry, but against all SUVs. I mean who thought of such a thing? I am tired of trying to squeeze poor Henry in the parking spots around my apartment building, all of which are labeled for small cars only. If we have small car parking, I'm pretty sure there should be spaces distinguished for large vehicles as well. It's not fair that I have to squeeze in and out of my car everyday, praying I don't accidentally hit the car next to me with my door and secretly wishing I weighed about 100 lbs less so maybe I could slide out of my side of the car a little easier. There has even been one occasion when I literally had to climb through the passenger side of my car to get to the driver's seat.

I personally think this is unacceptable, and I would like to take a stand for Henry and SUVs everywhere. It's time we treat cars of all sizes equally, who's with me???

Kelsey, Here I Come!

2008-07-18T10:42:00.010-05:00

When I came back to Austin after my short stint in San Antonio, I thought life would just pick up where I left off. I thought I would go back and be able to find everything exactly as it had been six months before. Unfortunately, this was not the case. I will be the first to admit that I was extremely naive in my thinking. Settling back to life in Austin has been extremely difficult at times, and it has been hard for me to process the fact that life moves on without you.

Well, this weekend I am super excited to be hitting the road for a little reminder of why my time in Austin and at UT was so special. I will be visiting my best friend and ex-roomie KELSEY CARPENTER! That's right folks, the one and only Kelsey Carpenter, retired UT soccer star. After living with Kels in Austin for 2.5 years, it has been strange to be back and not be able to just walk down the hall and into her room for one of our chats...or to have her be willing to drop everything to go grab food (most likely CFA if I'm choosing) or a movie.

So after work I will be hitting I-35N (oh lord, the traffic on a Friday...) and making my way to Dallas. I can't wait to spend some quality time with Kelsey and her family (and of course Nick). It should be a fun weekend!

Can't wait to see you Kels!

The Tasting

2008-07-11T22:22:00.002-05:00

I enjoy my job. Sure there are parts of it I could do without, but for the most part I enjoy what I do. Today though, I fell in love with my job. Today I got to experience one of the many perks of being an event coordinator...the tasting. We have a big business awards event coming up in August, and since there are going to be 1200 or so guests in attendance, we figured it was a good idea to test out the menu before agreeing to serve it to our guests, many of which can be very outspoken if an event is not up to their standards, plus who can turn down a free meal?

So at about 1:00pm, me and two fellow employees made our way to the downtown Hilton hotel, where we were waited upon by a wonderful group of chefs and waiters. Over the course of an hour and 15 minutes, we were served two salads, a puff pastry soup, two entrees, and three desserts...oh, and a roll, can't forget about those carbs! Everything was absolutely delicious, and we all left very full despite hardly making a dent in any dish put before us. It was the perfect way to end the work week. I'm thinking we should find some way to make it a weekly occurrence, but I have a feeling that would be tough to pull off.

Well, I'm off to the gym to work off the 10 pounds I just gained from lunch today...maybe that weekly tasting is not such a good idea :)

Come Back Roomie!

2008-07-09T22:34:00.002-05:00

My roommate has been in Africa for the past two weeks, and I can't wait for her to get home tomorrow! It has been strange having no communication for the past two weeks, and I'm pretty sure that's the longest we have gone without speaking. I look forward to having her back and hearing about all her adventures and encounters in the Sudan. We should have plenty to catch up on. Plus, me and Cara are super excited to have her back so she can get our list of apartment problems, which seems to grow everyday, taken care of...no one gets things done quite like Katie!

See you soon roomie!

Termite Take-Over

2008-07-08T09:20:00.002-05:00

I am mad, no make that furious. My apartment has been infested by what I am nearly 100% sure are termites. Well, maybe not my entire apartment, but my bathroom has and that is enough to set me off. I'm not so angry with the termites because let's face it, they don't know any better...sure I would rather them choose somewhere else to inhabit, but I will thank them for at least confining themselves to my bathroom...for now.

My negative feelings are really towards my apartment complex. You see, I reported this problem before. A few weeks ago, I walked into my bathroom one night to find these bugs all over my mirror, wall, and ceiling. Then I noticed a small trail of them all the way to the window sill. Needless to say, I was disgusted. I didn't know exactly what to do, so I worked with what I had...I went at them with a bottle of windex and some paper towels (My Big Fat Greek Wedding style). It seemed to do the job, but we reported the problem to our apartment office the next morning, and they said they would send someone to spray. Now, I like to believe that they sent someone, but they left no record of entering the apartment if they did.

Well my termite friends disappeared for a few weeks, until last night. And last night, they arrived in full force. They seemed to be everywhere. I took pictures and sent maybe not the nicest email (it was midnight and I was a little cranky) to my apartment contact. I then called this morning 10 minutes after their office opened and was told the apartment manager was "busy" but would get back to me by the end of the day, which really set me off. How are you already busy 10 minutes into the workday? Unless you just have tons of these complaints rolling in, I would think I should be somewhat of a priority today.

I mean look people, all I want is a little sense of urgency. Don't get back to me by the end of the day, get back to me by the end of the hour. I need some action taken here. What are they waiting for? Do they think we (the termites and myself) are going to develop some sort of bond and live together in harmony? Are they waiting for me to develop a personal relationship with these termites, maybe even give them all names, in the hopes that I will decide that they can be spared from the pest control company? Would the apartment staff be so laid back and flippant about the issue if their bathrooms were being infested by termites? I think not.

And so for the rest of the day I will be anxiously awaiting a call from my apartment manager. I realize the termites are not her fault, but I do expect her to take some action. I really don't think I'm asking for too much at this point.

To Run or Not to Run...

2008-07-07T14:24:00.002-05:00

The treadmill can be my best friend and at times my worst enemy. Whenever I make my way to 24 hour fitness, I always find myself starting off on this same contraption. The funny thing is, a couple years ago I wouldn't be caught dead on one of these things...running outdoors was the only thing for me. I couldn't stand the thought of running and not actually going anywhere. And those dang time and distance displays just sitting in front of me, taunting me. I just couldn't take my eyes off of them. You feel like you have been running for ages to find out you have barely made it half a mile...now that can be a little discouraging.

Well over the past couple of years I have slowly transitioned into an indoor runner. It took some getting used to, and endless mind games, but I have finally conquered the treadmill...or at least gotten to the point where we have reached some sort of amicable understanding. Now I will not lie and tell you this feat is purely my doing, I must attribute some of my success to the personal televisions (complete with the full-cable line up and some with DVD capabilities) that now exist at every treadmill at 24 as well as the lovely ipod. These two additions to my running routine have helped me develop a somewhat stable running regime.

However, now that I have settled into a somewhat steady routine, a new challenge confronts me. My friend Becky has asked me to think about training for a half marathon with her. Now I don't have to make a decision today, but I would probably have to commit by the end of the month. While I would like to be able to say that I have completed a half marathon, I also realize the high level of discipline required for such an undertaking. I started training for one once before, but my routine got disrupted and I never picked it up again. I have no doubt I could do it, but then again, do I really want to put myself through all the training? Those long runs on Saturdays can be rough, and the Texas heat does not make things any easier and I would definitely need to get used to running outside again. I am torn at this point, but luckily I have a few weeks to decide. Feel free to let me know your thoughts.

Happy 3rd of July!

2008-07-03T09:38:00.002-05:00

I have been looking forward to the 4th of July all week for purely one reason and one reason only...no work that day! It seems like my office has been counting down each day of this lovely four-day week, all hoping that 5:00 Thursday will hurry up and get here (for me it's 2:00 Thursday since I have a conveniently, but not purposefully, scheduled appointment on the other side of town...but I digress). In my rush to hurry through this week, I finally stopped today and had one miraculous thought...what about today? What about the 3rd of July? Does no one care about this day?

Apparently not, at least in comparison to tomorrow. So naturally, my emotional and sensitive self is processing all these thoughts and actually starts to feel sorry for the good old 3rd of July. I can't help but think the 3rd feels a little left out with the 4th getting so much attention and all. So I feel it is time to celebrate July 3rd, this wonderful day of the year that is so often overlooked. And thanks to good old wikipedia (I know some may doubt its credibility but I think it's pretty much amazing!), I have a few facts about July 3rd all ready for you. Get excited!

1775 - American Revolutionary War: George Washington (the original G-Dub) takes command of the Continental Army at Cambridge, Massachusetts.
1819 - The first savings bank in the U.S. opens. ("A penny saved is a penny earned." Benjamin Franklin...so wise)
1848 - Slaves are freed in the Danish West Indies (now U.S. Virgin Islands)...definitely a reason to celebrate
1890 - Idaho is admitted as the 43rd U.S. state...poor Idaho, always overlooked
1986 - US President Ronald Reagan presides over the relighting of the renovated Statue of Liberty
1994 - The deadliest day in Texas traffic history (46 killed in crashes)...not a reason to celebrate but definitely worth remembering

And if those historical facts aren't exciting enough for you, today is the birthday of Montel Williams, Tom Cruise (can't get the Oprah scene out of my head), Moises Alou (Casa Ole anyone?), Sandra Lee, and many others, who either I didn't recognize and didn't mention them or they apparently aren't important enough to make Wikipedia's list and therefore I don't know about them.

So hopefully you've come to appreciate July 3rd for what it is...not merely just the day before July 4th but so much more! Let's all take the rest of the day off and celebrate :)

The Long Awaited Update

2008-07-02T09:14:00.000-05:00

If you read my post yesterday, you are probably well aware that I took my first official kickboxing class yesterday. Everyone can breathe a sigh of relief because I survived! And yes, my body is still intact and as far I can tell, there are no bruises or other disfigurements to speak of. So here is an overview of the class, with thoughts and commentary in italics of course :)

What better place to start than at the beginning. Step one: actually convince yourself to step inside the building. I'm pretty sure Becky and I used every stall tactic we could think of...oh, I should get my knee brace. Wait, is your knee actually up for this? Maybe we should put it off for a few months, who cares if your doctor cleared you for all levels of physical activity and you water ski on a regular basis. You can never be too safe. Do you think we need a water bottle? Wait, you brought a water bottle? I don't have one, what if they don't have water inside? Maybe we should come back when we are adequately hydrated. I knew I should have skipped the DDP and gone for the water at lunch. This was all shortly followed by several questions regarding our sanity and why anyone would put themselves up for such voluntary embarrassment.
Upon entering, we are literally left huddled in a corner. There is a little kids class going on with their parents eagerly watching their every move. Aw, these kids are so cute. (Yelling commences followed by violent movements) Ok, so maybe not so cute, actually somewhat disturbing. I have never been scared of kids this little but i'm actually quite fearful at the moment. And wait, there are way too many parents here. I thought this was a closed course. I sure don't want any parents watching our class...unless it's my mom, she may be needed for moral support after my impending humiliation. Maybe she should have put me in martial arts classes as a child to better prepare me for this moment in my life. I'll have to mention that to her, assuming I survive this class. Maybe I should go give her a call, if I could just step outside for one second...
Our corner is interrupted by a man in an all black uniform who calls us by name. Wait, how does he know our names? What kind of place is this? Maybe I should implement my "turn and run" tactic. No time like the present. Oh wait, that's right, we gave him our names over the phone. They've been expecting us.
We have somehow made our way past the crazed little children towards the back of the building where we are given shin pads and boxing gloves. Alright, Rachel, just act like you know exactly what you're doing. Oh wait, these shin things...does it matter what leg you put them on? I really would like to prevent embarrassment before the actual class even begins. [Enter little 8 year old girl]. Oh, this kid must know. She clearly has all the answers and will be proud to lend us her expertise...long story short, little girl did not know, fellow classmate had to come to our rescue. What are they teaching kids in here if not how to put on pads correctly? How credible is this place? Why does the door have to be so far away?
We are thrown into class and divided into groups. Oh, thank goodness all those full-grown males with all the belts around their waist who were avidly warming up in the corner before class are in the other group. I've never been so happy to be thrown in with all the girls and adolescent boys in my life.
The entire class was a mix of punching and kicking various bags and people holding pads, with intermittent intervals of push-ups and ab work thrown in. Who knew punching and kicking stationary objects could be so fun? Oh the beauty of hitting things that don't hit back. Wait a second...did you say push-ups? Isn't this a martial arts class? I can do push-ups at the gym, I shouldn't be paying you for this...oh wait, I'm not. Overall, the class went well and we managed to make it through the whole thing relatively unharmed. Even though Becky did have a little blood on her hand because she didn't take her wedding ring off until halfway through class...I swore she was just trying to take a breather, but I guess the blood proved otherwise. My bad Becky :)
Class finishes up with some self defense moves. Hey Becky, I don't think this is supposed to be full-force you know, you can take it a little easy when it comes to putting me in a headlock. This is not your chance to get back at me for every sarcastic remark I threw your way at work today. Can we change partners? So not cool.
Ahh, class is over. As Becky and I sit contemplating our future in kickboxing, we are taken into a back room by the head instructor. Oh no, here it comes. I knew this place wasn't legit. I wonder if those self-defense moves will come in handy. Clearly they won't, these guys know every trick in the book. Haha, my bad...this guy just wants us to join. No harm in hearing him out. Wait, I'm sorry sir...did you say $120 a month? Oh, you did. We'll be in touch...

And that marks the end of my official kickboxing career. That is, unless I come into some serious money. Unfortunately I don't see the chamber raising my salary, even if I have provided them with two months of excellent event coordinating. I am perfectly content with good old Able at 24 hour fitness...I get just a good of a workout and the fact that the classes are free makes it that much better. But at least I had a good experience, even if it was short-lived.

So long Premiere Martial Arts, it was fun while it lasted.

Kicking and Screaming

2008-07-01T09:44:00.000-05:00

I got this crazy idea yesterday, and I may soon regret it. I decided to look into taking kickboxing classes here in Austin. I have taken several cardio kickboxing classes at fitness clubs and I have really enjoyed them, so I decided what the heck, let's step it up a notch. After all, I could use a new hobby and I do enjoy a good challenge.

So yesterday I found this place called "Premiere Martial Arts" here in Austin that is really close to my apartment, and they offer a free trial class. So at this point it all seems to be fitting into place, at least in my head. No joke, I am already picturing myself decked out in my martial arts black uniform, performing these amazing punch and kick combinations to perfection as my fellow kickboxers and instructors watch in amazement.

Ok, well let's get back to reality and fast-forward to the phone conversation I had with Stephen, an instructor at Premiere Martial Arts. I have outlined the conversation below with my thoughts in italics.

Stephen: Are you physically active?

Rachel: Um, yeah. I mean I work out.

This guy clearly doesn't recognize the voice of a seasoned athlete. I'm so going to be the best first-time official kickboxer ever! Just give me my black belt now...or is that only for karate? Who cares, they will create something for me to highlight my skills.

Stephen: Have you ever done kickboxing or a martial arts class?

Rachel: Well, kinda...I do this cardio kickboxing class at 24 hour fitness and I really enjoy it.

I'm practically a professional, wait til he sees my jab, uppercut, bob and weave combo...he won't know what hit him.

Stephen: Oh, well this is a lot more intense than that.

Rachel: [confidence waning a bit]...well of course it would be

Surely I can handle this, maybe he's never taken Abel's class at 24 hour fitness, now that's what I call intense...if he took that class he'd realize I'm more than ready for the real thing, right?

Stephen: Well we have you set up for a free trial class. Just come about 10 minutes early and we'll get you your shin pads and boxing gloves

Rachel: ok, sounds great

What?! We need pads for this thing? I was pretty content with just punching the air, do pads imply actual physical contact? Is someone actually going to take a swing at me? Surely I can just picture my opponent, that's good enough for me, I'm a pretty good visualizer. I have 20/20 vision and I'd really like to keep it.

Stephen: alright, well we will see you tomorrow then. Oh, and it looks like I will be the instructor for that class so be ready.

Rachel: Oh ok, well feel free to take it easy on us.

Nice Rachel, lighten him up with a joke, get him to laugh a little...take some of the intensity out of his voice that is admittingly starting to frighten you a bit. Man, I'm going to have this instructor wrapped around my finger by 5:15pm on Tuesday. Whew, good save, we are right back on track.

Stephen: Haha (definitely not getting my humor), I don't think so.

Rachel: (Insert nervous laughter)

Are you kidding me? Not even a genuine laugh from this guy. This is crazy. What have I done? I'm going to a kickboxing class with an instructor who clearly is not even human. Is this what it feels like to sell your soul? Backtrack Rachel, turn and run, TURN AND RUN. This can only end up bad. Oh dear, he's going to say something else, please don't mention weapons, I don't think I can handle it...

Stephen: Well, get ready to work up a sweat. I will see you tomorrow. Thanks for calling. Bye.

Rachel: Stunned silence. This guy is for real. I bet all he does is humiliate nonsuspecting first-timers like me day-in and day-out. This is not going to be pretty. Is it too soon to call and cancel? Ok, I can't cancel, I have to do it. Oh boy, this could get interesting.

If that conversation doesn't tell it all, then I don't know what will. Luckily I have convinced my lovely co-worker Becky to join me in my venture. This way there's someone to suffer along with me because after all, misery loves company. So here I am on Tuesday awaiting my first official kickboxing experience and praying I make it through to tell the tale. Wish me luck!

What A Way to Start the Week

2008-06-30T09:00:00.000-05:00

Typically, Mondays at work are not the most exciting thing. Let's face it, no one really looks forward to coming back to work after the weekend. There are about a million things I would rather do...except for this Monday. Because on this Monday, June 30th, I am thrilled about being at work, and there's only one word to relay to you just why I am so excited about today...

Chick-fil-A.

Ahh, let's just let that sink in. Oh the beauty of Chick-fil-A. The chicken sandwich, the diet dr. pepper, the waffle fries...pure genius. Now you may be wondering how work and Chick-fil-A go together, well let me tell you. Today, we, the members of the Austin Chamber Membership department, are lucky enough to be graced with the presence of one of the Austin-area Chick-fil-A managers. That's right, he will be coming to OUR office and giving us FREE lunch. And of course he may be giving a little speal about Customer Service, but I'm telling you all I heard was free Chick-fil-A.

Now some of you may not truly appreciate all that is Chick-fil-A, and I won't go into too much detail (I will save that for another blog post), but I must say you will not find another fast food place like it (shout out to Truett Cathy). And I get it today for free!!! That's five dollars that gets to stay in my pocket. Could this Monday get any better?

Bored in the Office

2008-06-27T10:28:00.000-05:00

It's FRIDAY!!! And that means the weekend is almost here. Unfortunately, I still have 6.5 hours of work left, 5.5 if you take out the good old lunch break, and 4.5 if I can manage to get out of the office a little early. Can you tell I'm counting?

This week has actually been super busy until today. I hate the slow days and would much rather be busy, especially since it helps pass the time in the office. So after getting in the office this morning, answering all emails and voicemails, and failing to convince my friends in the office to put down their work and entertain me, I took to the internet. I love googling things (its amazing!), and since I'm struggling to find anything to do, I decided to google "what to do when bored in the office." Of course there were tons of pages to choose from, but this website was the first I encountered.

http://www.ubersite.com/m/48548

Now, some of this guy's suggestions are definitely not tasteful, so you may not want to read the full list. But I have chosen to include some of the options that were actually viable or that simply made me laugh. If you have any suggestions to add to this list, feel free to leave a comment :)

Stack items in cabinets so that they fall out on people when opened.
Move specific items to specific places everyday. (I.e. move the boss' favorite pen from his desk to the floor every day if asked about it blame it on ghosts.)
Make a pot of coffee just to see how long it takes to boil down to tar.
Go on a candy hunt
Open the bottom ends of all the boxes of pens and pencils in the office supply closet.
In a large company, there are parties in one department or another almost everyday, check the department fridges for leftover pizza/goodies.
Hoard all of the good office supplies, gel pens ink cartridges for home, anything you can sell to someone in the office.
Scavenger hunt, check the bulletin boards for lost items and see if you can find them.
Try to make the longest paperclip chain, or largest rubber band ball.
Leave random voicemails for random people.
Come up with a plan of world domination.
Shoot down your own plans of world domination.
Try to find someplace where you can take a nap
Stick a thumb tack into the eraser on a pencil stand it on your desk, attempt to shoot rubber bands off of the ceiling and down around the pencil.
Start a stop watch, wheel yourself in your chair into the elevator down to the bottom, or top floor to a set location and wheel yourself back work on a better time.
Super glue random objects together, use your imagination.
Change the speed dial on other peoples phones

While I probably won't attempt the majority of these options, at least I was able to waste 15 more minutes of my day...the weekend is now only 6.25/5.25/4.25 hours away! Woohoo!

Time for a New Do

2008-06-26T13:37:00.000-05:00

So it's time for another haircut. That's right, at 5:30pm I will be sitting in one of those lovely "pumpable" chairs, facing a large mirror, and making small talk with a hairdresser I have never met before as she provides me with a much needed cut and color.

I don't know about you, but I tend to get excited about haircuts. I guess it makes me feel like I'm making a fresh start without really having to do much at all. You can want to get in shape, but that takes weeks or months, depending on your level of discipline...but a haircut can be managed within a few hours and you're practically a new person and hopefully a better-looking one at that.

Now when some people head into the salon, they have an exact idea of what they want to look like. They may be armed with pictures or just a clear mental image of what they want their end result to be. This is not my method...I like to set up an appointment and walk in and let the hairdresser do their thing. I guess you could say this is one area of my life that I'm willing to take a risk in....short, long, blond, brunette...if it doesn't look good, you can always somewhat correct the color and of course your hair will grow out if it's really that bad. Plus there are plenty of accessories for girls these days (headbands, bobby pins, clips, etc.) that can provide solutions for a less than flattering cut. Now I'm not going to go too crazy, but I want someone to honestly tell me what they think will look best on me and then they can just go to town...so long as he/she isn't planning to paint the town red or some other sort of fluorescent color that surely would not suit a natural blond that still has to look professional for work.

So we'll see what comes with this next appointment. Who knows, I may come out looking liking an entirely different person.

Bon Voyage Roomie!

2008-06-25T22:17:00.001-05:00

So my roomie is heading to Africa tomorrow for a whole two weeks! I am so excited for her, and I couldn't think of a better way to send her off than to offer her some tips for her trip. So Katie, listen up, this advice is for you...

Make sure to take an adult size sleeping bag...take it from Kelsey, the toddler size one does not work so well.
When on the safari, don't taunt any of the wild animals...clearly we've had problems at zoos in the U.S. and I'm guessing these animals won't react kindly either.
Take a shower before you go...it could be your last one for a while, and you might as well start off the trip clean even if it won't last long
Yes, that hole in the ground is for you...look at the bright side, at least you'll never take running water and plumbing systems for granted ever again
When in doubt of your survival skills, ask yourself...what would Bear Grylls from "Man vs. Wild" do in this situation?

In all seriousness, I have no doubt you are fully equipped to take this journey. It's going to be strange not having you around for a couple of weeks, but I know you are going to have the trip of a lifetime and are going to have an amazing experience. I have been so lucky to have been your roommate all these years, and you have truly been a blessing in my life. Now its your turn to bless the lives of the Didinga people as you love and serve them during this trip.

Have fun roomie! I will miss you and I am already so excited to hear about all your experiences when you get back...and don't fret, I will do my best to keep up your recycling efforts while you're gone and make you proud :)

Seen one gym, seen them all

2008-06-24T21:57:00.000-05:00

So I've decided to get back into my workout routine, and since it's pretty much 100 degrees outside all day everyday, my workout regime consists of daily trips to the one and only 24 hour fitness. All in all, I like my gym. It has everything I need, but I will also be the first to say that it's pretty much the same as every gym I've been to. All gyms seem to have the same standard cardio machines, flat screen tv's, weights/machines, and plenty of group classes to choose from. I have also noticed that every place I have worked out has one other thing in common, the people. Now personally, I am one of those girls that definitely does not go to the gym to meet anyone. I hook up my ipod, jump on my treadmill, and forget about pretty much everyone around me while I work up a good sweat. It's not always pretty, but I get the job done. Now for the most part, I have no issue with my fellow gym members, but there are a few types that tend to rub me the wrong way, such as...

The girl who comes in and only rides the elliptical...her hair is always down, makeup is perfectly done, and her cell phone is either perched on the ledge in front of her (because to leave it in the car and possibly miss a call would be the end of the world) or it is already up to her ear as she chats with one of her girlfriends over the day's drama, seemingly unaware of the people around her
The guy who appears to firmly believe that the louder you grunt/yell/moan the more you can lift...with each rep comes another incongruous sound so unrecognizable you can't help but stop and stare in disbelief
The girl who chooses to work out in so little clothing she might as well just come in a bathing suit, it might actually provide more coverage...yes you may have an incredible body, but is it too much to ask for you to throw on a t-shirt?

Now I don't want to come across as some sort of workout snob, and I'm not saying these people are bad people or anything like that. I'm just saying that it's a gym, and I truly appreciate each person who comes in to try and take on a healthier lifestyle, but I have to draw the line somewhere. So for anyone looking to join a gym or anyone already enrolled at a gym, for the sake of those working out alongside you...leave the cell phone at home, limit the unnecessary noise, and wear something that preferably covers more than 20% of your body, that's all I ask.

What Was She Thinking???

2008-06-23T21:17:00.000-05:00

Tonight, me and my roommates all gathered around the tv to catch the latest episode of the Bachelorette. I haven't watched many of the past seasons, but this season I have been hooked, which I partly blame on the lack of good shows that air during the summer. Anyways, from the very beginning, I have had my favorite chosen...Graham.

Well tonight, in the dramatic rose ceremony, Deanna (the bachelorette) said goodbye to Graham, which prompted me and my roommates to jump off our perspective couches and yell in unison at our television, which was quickly followed by us refusing to watch the following episodes due to the lack of Graham's presence...this is sad to admit, but true nonetheless.

I believe, of course I don't know for sure, that Deanna based her decision on her fear of getting hurt. She even admitted that of all the guys present, Graham was the one who she was falling in love with, but in the end she could not seem to take the chance on getting her heart broken like it had been before.

It is really easy as an outsider looking in to question the decisions people make. We have all been hurt at some point in our lives, and although we hate to admit it, it is hard to not let that fear of getting hurt again control our lives. I will be the first to admit that my fears often shape the decisions I make everyday...I'm scared of rejection, of getting hurt, of not fitting in. I'm scared of the future, of making a mistake, of making a wrong decision that could potentially affect the rest of my life.

The question becomes how do I deal with these fears, and I honestly feel that my reaction the majority of the time is to close myself off, to not let others in, to play it safe, to build up a wall or fortress between myself and others so that I will never experience pain. While these tactics do help me succeed in not getting hurt, they also prevent me from experiencing life to its fullness. I am reminded of this verse from Isaiah.

"Do not fear, for I am with you! Do not be afraid for I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my victorious right hand." Isaiah 41:10

What a comfort it is to know that I have a God who is right by my side every step of the way, who goes before me and prepares the way, who is bigger than all my fears. While I may not live this out everyday, continually reminding myself of these words is at least a step in the right direction :)

A Thank You Long Overdue

2008-06-22T21:07:00.000-05:00

I thought it fitting that my first "real post" should be dedicated to my parents who, in my opinion, are the best parents in the world. It's my turn to brag on them, so for those of you who tend to cringe at sentimental posts, don't say I didn't warn you.

Mom and Dad,

I can't even begin to thank you for all you have done for me. I have been trying to put this thank you letter together for some time now, but every time I try to write anything it just seems insufficient, yet I feel compelled to try anyways. In all honesty, you deserve a thank you letter like this everyday for all you have done for me. You have put up with me for twenty-two years. You have encouraged me and supported me throughout my life. You have been so selfless, and I'm positive I'm only beginning to understand all you have done for me.

I have just encountered another milestone in my life as I have just graduated from UT and have now transitioned into what I refer to as "the real world." I can't help but get sentimental and think back on everything I have been through and experienced up to this point. I am 22 years old, and I have...

Gone skydiving twice
Traveled around 10 different countries
Eaten fish-n-chips in a London pub
Been close enough to touch the Eiffel Tower
Taken a bike ride around Paris at night
Gone paragliding off a mountaintop in Switzerland
Been canyoning through the Swiss Alps
Tasted gelato from Italy...countless times :)
Played cards in the middle of Madrid's Plaza Mayor
Ziplined through a Mexico rainforest
Visited the Statue of Liberty and Washington D.C.
Touched the water of the Atlantic Ocean, Pacific Ocean, the Caribbean, the Mediterranean, and the Gulf of Mexico of course
Won 2 national championships and a high school state championship in softball
Played in countless softball tournaments all over the U.S.
Gone white water rafting in Colorado
Toured the house Anne Frank hid in
Snorkeled in Hawaii
Seen the Mona Lisa and the statue of David in person
Watched the UT-OU rivalry from the 30 yard line
Interned at the Alamodome and helped plan the NCAA Men's Final Four
Watched "One Shining Moment" from the court of the NCAA Finals
Been skiing and snowboarding
Gone to countless UT football and basketball games
Graduated from the University of Texas at Austin and been given the opportunity to attend graduate school at UT

While this list is pretty spectacular, within every bullet point is the realization that none of this would have been possible without you. This list doesn't even begin to represent all you have enabled me to do, it is incomplete at best. The truth is, what you have done for me can not be captured in a few moments or a few trips. What is more valuable and precious to me than all these places I have been and all the experiences I have had is what you have shown me every day of my life. You have given me two great role models. I have never respected two people so much, and I am constantly realizing how blessed I am to have parents like you. You have given me every opportunity to see the world, to experience it, to find my place in it. You hold me to a high standard and expect a lot out of me, not because you have unrealistic expectations but because you love me and you know who I am and what I can be.

I feel like I could get really carried away, and this letter could go on forever, so let me leave it with this. Thank you. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for telling me you love me every day and really meaning it. Thank you for always being there for me, whether it means following me around to every softball game, staying up late to help me finish a school project, or just picking up the phone everytime I call. Thank you for letting me curl up in your lap no matter how old I get. Thank you for showing me what it means to serve others and to serve Christ. Thank you for laughing with me and crying with me. Thank you for loving me even when it was difficult to. Thank you for teaching me that the only way to truly live is to love God and glorify Him in everything I do. Thank you for being you.

I know I am starting to ramble, but realize that there are no words that can adequately capture what you have done for me and how greatful I am. So before I get too carried away, let me leave you with this. I may be growing up, which is scary to admit, but know that I will always love you and I will always be your little girl.

Here we go...

2008-06-22T21:01:00.000-05:00

So I have followed in the footsteps of my friends Katie, Jamie, Kara and many others and decided to enter the world of blogging. Hopefully I will be disciplined enough to keep this up, but I guess we'll have to wait and see!