I'm apparently IT.....

Here are the rules:

(1) Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

(2) People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.

(3) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

(4) Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

I've been tagged so here goes:

1) I am thoroughly obsessed with the BBC show Torchwood... I LOVE LOVE LOVE this show. Is it cheesy?? YES! But that's what makes it all soooo much fun. And I have to say, that Captain Jack really melts my butter ;o)

2) I really throw the southern drawl on thick when I want something from someone over the phone. My co-workers have informed me of this. Apparently I become Holly Hayseed anytime I'm asking for something via telephone. Sometimes I really hate the whole open cube layout....nothing gets by anyone ;o)

3) I screen calls. Anyone who knows me knows that I do this. I will always return the call, but sometimes you catch me in the midst of a really good show and I cannot bring myself to answer the phone. Yes I have Tivo, but I talk on the phone all day long....sometimes a little mindless entertainment helps re-charge my batteries.

4) I speed....A LOT! I know that there is a speed limit, but it is simply a suggestion in my opinion. I HATE to go slow. When driving, you will most always find me leading the pack in the fast lane...I find it exhilarating to be the one that everyone else follows. I'm sure that there is some psychological opinion as to why I do this. My guess is that it's not really something I want to delve in to deeply. I like to go fast, let's leave it at that ;o)

5) I count....EVERYTHING! I count my steps, I count signs, I count everything. OCD some may say, NAH! I like to say thorough.

6) I HATE to do dishes. I buy disposable cups, silverware, pans, plates, serving utinsils...everything! I REALLY dislike dishes. And it doesn't help that I have no dishwasher in my apartment. I'm IT!!

7) I'm a crackshot. My daddy taught all of us how to handle a gun...and I still enjoy shooting. I've shot skeet a time or two, but I prefer pistols. My favorite was a little 22 automatic that my dad had. It would fire all 9 bullets at once if you continued to hold the trigger down. No need to cock it...it was the perfect "girl" gun.

8) I LOVE to cook..... Planning an entire menu from beginning to end. For me, cooking is a way to relax. Most people get a bit stressed when they entertain. Not me, I love it!! And the more people I have to cook for, the happier it makes me.

I've tagged Rachel, Stephanie, Ben, and Deidre

My name is R-E-G-I-N-A!!!!

Last weekend I made a trip to Ikea. I love Ikea...it's fun just to walk around and imagine all the potential that surrounds you. I personally LOVE to put all that stuff together...I think I get that from my daddy. Growing up he made building things an event...that's always sort of stuck with me ;o)

Anywho, back to Ikea. While I was there in Saturday I had to return something so I went to the Customer Service Desk. They usually give out numbers but were out, so they were taking names instead. Now I have a fairly simple name...Regina. I don't personally think of it as hard to pronounce. And you can clearly see that my name begins with an R...not a V!!

As my turn comes due, over the Store loud speaker I hear this...."VIRGIN!! You're next...VIRGIN!! Please come to the Customer Service Desk!!!" I immediately know that they have mistaken R-E-G-I-N-A for V-I-R-G-I-N. To top it all off, when I get up to the Customer Service Desk, the gentlemen at the desk says, "are you V-A-G-I-N-A??" I said, "NO, my name is Regina...that's R-E-G-I-N-A with an R!!".....

Next time, I'll just stick with Rose....I mean surely they can't screw that one up ;o)

Bloom where you are planted

Bloom where you are planted...that's been my conviction of the day. The honest truth is, I haven't been blooming lately...I've given up and decided that I want to be somewhere else.

That's a terrible thing...I expect God to pick up and bless me with something new, when here I am having a bad attitude and expecting to be rewarded.

Tonight I was flipping channels on cable and I came across "Facing the Giants" of all shows. And I knew that this was God's way of speaking to me. He had a lesson that he wanted me to learn tonight...and I'm listening. Don't give up, and BLOOM WHERE YOU ARE PLANTED!!!

Right now, I'm planted in Chicago...thus I must make the most of it. If I cannot bloom and flourish here, what makes me think that a new bit of scenery will change anything. It's not about my surroundings, it's about my heart. And I've got to make sure that my heart is for the Lord, all the rest will come in God's due time.

Footprints

"It was then that I carried you".......

Footprints

One night a man had a dream.

He dreamed he was walking along the beach

with the LORD.

Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.

For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the

sand: one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he
looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that many times along the path of his life

there was only one set of footprints.

He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest

and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he questioned the
LORD about it:

"LORD, you said that once I decided to

follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But

I have noticed that during the most troublesome

times in my life, there is only one set of footprints.

I don't understand why when I needed you most you

would leave me."

"The LORD replied:

"My son, my precious child, I love you and I would never

leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when

you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."

Written by Mary Stevenson

Why I hate newspapers....

Ok, I'm as polite as the next person, but I draw the line if you have something on your face. I refuse to let anyone in my vicinity walk around looking like a goon because I was too "polite" to tell them they had broccoli in their teeth or a big black smudge on their face.

Today, I started my morning off reading the paper...I don't always read the paper, I usually have no extra time in the morning. But today, I had a few extra minutes to grab a paper and read it with my morning coffee. Apparently while reading said newspaper my fingers were coated in that lovely black ink that all newspapers leave behind.

At noon today...NOON!!!! I was talking to a friend down the hall from my office and she said, "Oh Regina, did you know you have a large black mark on your nose?" Did I know I had a large black mark on my nose??...NO, I did not know that. Do I know when I got said black mark on my nose??...YES! I got said mark at 7:00 AM this morning....FIVE HOURS before my nice friend brought it to my attention!!

So the moral of this story, PLEASE don't be polite....TELL a sister if she's got something ON her face, IN her teeth, or even IN her nose...she'll thank you later...I Promise!!