My Roommates

It has been a while since I have posted anything... so I figured I should. But I had nothing interesting to say - no news, no insights into the world, no quirky thoughts to share with the world - so, I thought, what could I write about? Well, most people have not met my roommates - so why not post a picture and talk about them a little bit? Genius! (Actually, courtesy of facebook, most people have probably already seen pictures of them, but some haven't.)

I live with 5 girls in an appartment on campus - it is a great appartment: a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and two bedrooms downstairs and 4 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a little common room area upstairs. It's quite lovely.



Okay, from left to right: Danielle, Sarah, yours truly, Courtney, Cara, and Reba. Let's see... some history. I met Danielle, Sarah, Reba and Courtney freshman year. Danielle's room was right next to mine, and Sarah and Reba lived on the same floor. I didn't really get to know Courtney until second semester when we all went skiing together. Sophmore year, by some lucky chance, Cara was placed in our room when Reba, who was going to room with us, decided to be an RA in a different building and so we had a vacant room. We're all so glad. And so there we are. Danielle is loud and crazy and mean ;). Sarah is so sweet and involved a lot on campus. Reba is training to be a teacher (meaning she only has a few more weeks of real school 'cause next semester she'll be student teaching). Courtney rides in rodeos and is usually quite frank, but never mean. And Cara is a psycology major but will be leaving us in December because she is graduating. With 6 girls all together life is not without drama, but luckily there is never drama between us. What a good group of girls. Oh, and I should say - they ALL have a southern accent. Cara a bit less so than the others, but the others' heavy accents make up for her slight one. So funny.


Anyways, there's a tiny peek into my life. I love living with a big group of people... just like at home there's almost always someone there to talk with.

I need a new book.

I am in the mood to read... a good book would be so perfect right now.

Happy Birthday Jesse!

Today, 12 years ago, Jessica Danielle Wolfe (goodness she has a beautiful name) was born early afternoon on a Monday. Daddy picked us up from school - and as soon as we saw him we knew the baby was born because he didn't usually pick us up. So, we all got in that big blue van and went to the hospital to meet her! I was 10 and having one more little sister totally changed my life. She taught me responsability and patience. She taught me how to care for others before myself. I complained about changing diapers, of course, but I absolutely loved taking care of her. And she taught me a skill I value highly: how to put a baby to sleep (though, as she got older she fought me on that one :).

Now Jesse is 12 years old! Throughout the years watching her grow up, I was always impressed with how independent she was. If she wanted something, she would get it herself or figure it out even though she had plenty of people who she could have gotten to do it for her. I have missed so much by being away from college but every time I come home I am amazed by how much she has grown. I love you Jesse!

I'm back in the game

Ever since I stopped playing soccer I have been wanting to find another way back into the game. I thought I would make a good little soccer coach for young ones so I went to the rec center here in Maryville, TN and offered to be a coach. However, they had enough parents to fill the spots so I thought, oh well. Luckily for me I attend a small college. My statistics professor saw my shirt that said "Maryville soccer" and asked if I played. I said, "well, I used to play." He told me that his daughters played AYSO. I think next I said that I had wanted to be a coach but it didn't work out. He then said that because the season already started they already had the teams and coaches set but that the AYSO league really needed referees so if I was interested I should go get certified. So, I did. It's not coaching, but this will still be fun. And, I'm pretty sure that, now that I know some people, I can get a team for the spring season!

Oh, and they gave me all of my gear - and my yellow striped referee jersey is only about 13 sizes to big :).

I can't close until I have acknowledged the actual special event of the day:
Happy Birthday Brian!

It's the little things.

These aren't the meaning of life,
but they help to remind me of the meaning of life.

blowing out candles
sunsets
listening to music
perfect coffee mugs
the sound of a library
late night conversations
leisurely early mornings
rain
finished projects
all things Jane Austen
making music
hot chocolate in summer
'happily ever after'