The Breakfast Club...more than just a movie

I have an obsessive personality. (Note to self: This is probably not a good way to start a post.) I get extremely passionate and over the top about a given thing, topic, or person for a period of time, and then I'm on to the next thing. My current obsession: fine china. Weird. I know. When I was growing up, my mom would drag me into Mikasa and Lenox stores, and I would whine the whole time. She loved china. My dad would always be asking how many china patterns she had. I never really cared about it.

Then out of no where BAM! I started oohing and ahing over china. First, it was just visiting a few antique shops. Now it is so out of control that I will have to post about this twice to even cover it. It is embarrassing. Once I started my collection, I realized I didn't want to be one of those people who buys or registers for china but never uses it. I also needed an excuse in the midst of my crazy busy life to get together with my friends.

Thus began the breakfast club. I planned a girls get together one Saturday a month for my friends to come over, eat a light breakfast off of fine china, and spend a couple of hours together. It was such a fun experience. I loved putting together the tables and having my friends just come and be. I told them the only thing fancy was the dishes, because I certainly didn't want it to feel stuffy or pressured. I took lots of pictures of my tables each month, but I forgot to get pictures once my friends arrived. By that time I had forgotten about pictures and just enjoyed my time with them. Here are just a couple of pictures...

If you look closely, you can see that the pictures have two different china patterns...I told you it was bad....you just don't know how bad. I will disclose fully to you soon, but tonight I must rest. It's been a very busy weekend for me.

SpongeBob SquarePants

Another random post...I'm in the midst of packing and moving so random will have to do until Sunday. So, I've never been a SpongeBob fan, but for some odd reason he has shown up in my life a few times to make me laugh. The first time was for my sister's birthday when she was probably twelve or so. She was into SpongeBob, and my mom had bought SpongeBob decorations to decorate a table for my sister and her friends at my church's pancake dinner fundraiser. I was in charge of putting out the decorations. I pulled out the table cloth and busted out laughing. I went to find my mom to tell her we couldn't use the table cloth. All around the table it said SpongeBob Nudypants. My youth pastor helped go around and black out all of the NudyPants. Hilarious.

Then SpongeBob came back into my life this past year as a little plastic toy in my roommate's Cheerios box. He was just sitting there for days until I finally decided to move him around the apartment in random places where my roommate would find him. First, on top of the hall mirror. Then in the fridge with her daily Diet Cokes. Then on her bedside table. Hillary finally decided to play along. He has been everywhere around the apartment...I love his eyes. He just looks sneaky.

These are only a few of the fun places he has been found, but I have to say that my latest hide takes the cake for all time best SpongeBob SquarePants hideout. I put him in Hillary's graduation hood. I thought I had put him in her sleeve, so when we were all getting our robes on I asked her if she had found anything in her sleeve. She didn't, so I told her I had put SpongeBob in there. We thought we had lost him until she came up to me after the ceremony and told me that right before she had gone up on stage to get her diploma, after the millionth time of standing and sitting she sat on him and realized he was in her hood and she couldn't get him out. So, he got to walk across the stage with her. :) 

The Mystery Ant

Okay, so this post is a little random, but  for about a year now I have had an metal ant in my front yard. And I have no idea where it came from. The day it arrived, I asked my roommate if she had bought it even though it didn't seem like the kind of thing she would have/buy. We had a good laugh when she told me she was afraid to ask me about it, because the thing is a little...well, odd. I've never been one for eclectic garden statuary, but she was afraid I had bought it and didn't want to offend. We laughed even more as we weeded out the possibilities. We asked our neighbors if they had put it out there. Dead end. I asked my friends if they had done it as a joke. Dead end. Even my neighbors thought it was a little creepy. We joked about secret admirers and creepy stalkers. Here's what the little guy looks like...

Then, a few months later we got another gifted piece of yard art...

 I opened the blinds of my apartment one morning, and there it was brightly waving in the breeze. I was rolling. Hilarious. It had to be a friend. After some interrogations, I found out it was my friends who put the flag out there...But no one knows who was responsible for the ant. He still sits out there to this day. We don't like him, but it's too funny a story to throw him out. I think he will be paying a visit to someone else's yard very soon!

My 25th Birthday

A few weeks ago I turned 25, my quarter century birthday. My friend Brandy chopped quite a few inches off my hair the week before, and I was beginning to feel a bit older, maybe finally even my age. This was probably my best birthday ever. At least top 3, right up there next to my fifth birthday pirate/1st sleepover party(We went on a treasure hunt and had to dig up a real treasure chest with all of the party favors. You really can't beat that.). I really thought my birthday was going to fly by without notice seen as it was sandwiched in between the National Counselors Exam and finals, but I was wrong.

My friends came together and gave me one of the most wonderful parties a girl could ask for. There is no word to describe all that I was feeling that day. The whole day was beautiful. I was able to spend the day with the people I've come to know and love so well. Everywhere I've been in my life I have always had the group of unlikely friends, people so unique that no one would have ever put together. Somehow we work and work well. It is so beautiful to see us all together. They really do feel like family. Even my friends who came that didn't know everyone else were instantly welcomed in as one of family. I love being a part of a group like that.

My friend Jamie who threw me the party at her beautiful new house made the whole thing very special. She had gotten all of my friends to send her reasons why they love me, and she wrote up a page of 25 reasons why we love Carrie. And they were all very personal. It felt so good to be known and loved by my friends. The theme of the party was cupcakes, because I love them so much. Each person brought a different kind of cupcake to the party. It was fabulous! Add in church, free Moe's, Alias, and gifts, and you have the best birthday ever. I had such a good day that I had no problem writing a paper and studying for my final that evening. Thanks to everyone who made the day so special!

Stay tuned for tomorrow's write-up!

I'm back!

Aaaaaa...I'm finally back and better than ever! ;) Over the next seven days I hope to have you caught up on all that has been going on in my life over the past year and then to write consistently from this moment on. That is my plan. Although, my plans have a way of getting changed by Someone with more authority than I have. Until then, here is today's big news and reason for my time to dedicate to blogging...

On Saturday, May 5, 2012, I, Carrie F. Lusk, graduated from Richmont Graduate University with a Master of Arts Degree in Professional Counseling!! Thank you Jesus that school is over! Internship is over! Studying, reading, writing, crying(j/k) is over! I am so happy! Since then I have watched 3 seasons of 30 Rock, which is one of the dumbest shows I have ever watched, and I love it. My brain loves it. I can feel my brain hugging me at this very moment. I have also gone to the beach and slept a lot and not gotten out of my pajamas til the afternoon. It's beautiful. Soon real life will start again, and I will be fully prepared. But today I will enjoy every moment at turtle pace.

A few things must be said about graduation. One is that my sister graduated on the same day from Charleston Southern University. Yay sissy! This means that my family had to figure out how to be in two places at once. As amazing as they are, until the invention of teleportation devices, they had a choice to make. I did not want them to have to make that choice, so I made it for them. All family was banned from my graduation.

My friends in Atlanta have been the best second family a girl could have, and I was glad to have my friends Melissa and Cameron as my stand in mom and dad. They were amazing and took my pictures and took me out to eat and bought me a cupcake carrier. Sweetness. Also, I loved being with my Richmont family which have come to mean so much to me. Everything was so special.

And even with the distance my parents were very much present and made my day very special. They sent me the most beautiful flower arrangement to Melissa's parents' home where I was staying for the weekend. They were so sneaky and used facebook and the white pages to find the number and address to send me the flowers, which were waiting for me upon my arrival to their home. I felt so loved.

And Melissa's parents were so amazing and hospitable! They are in the midst of remodeling their home and both having serious health maladies, yet they took me in no questions asked and prepared a beautiful room for me. They even had bought a gift for me. It was all so overwhelming.

Over the past few weeks the Lord has been proving His love for me and using other people to really bless me beyond belief! The Lord is a proud dad, and I feel as if I am being showered with blessings now that I have stayed the course and finished this work that He began in me over 3 years ago. A lesson learned in perseverance.

Until tomorrow,
Carrie

Heavy Heart

Today I just have a heavy heart. If only I could share all that I see on a day to day basis. I've been interning for a residential psychiatric hospital working with mostly late elementary school and middle school girls for almost 4 months now. This place is where kids go when they aren't stable enough to go anywhere else. They are either a danger to themselves or to others. I see children who have tried to murder members of their families. I see children who have trauma histories that you wouldn't believe if I told you. I see kids who often lose touch with reality. I see children who have tried to hurt themselves in ways that would make anyone cringe. I see emotions at their extreme.Every day is a new story.

As I leave...often much later than I expected...I take a deep, cleansing breath in and let it all out as I exhale. Still, some days there is still the lingering feeling of heaviness of heart, a deep-rooted sense of heartache and longing for Eden.

Almost every Sunday my church sings this song that has become my anthem for these girls. It goes,

"You make beautiful things. You make beautiful things out of the dust. You make beautiful things. You make beautiful things out of us."-Gungor's Beautiful Things

"That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong." - 2 Corinthians 12:10

Carrie the Elf

This is a picture with my old college roommates in the Rinker pit at PBA 5 years ago. You see my pants? Do I look like I came for a photo or to help Santa and Mrs. Claus? This post is dedicated to my friend (the lovely lady on the left) Michelle who chose the topic of my crazy red pants for my first post back to the blog. She is also responsible for convincing me to start writing on the blog again. So, here's to Michelle...and the pants.Yikes.

The pants began their reign of terror about 8 years ago. The only good thing about them is that after 8 years they still fit. I decided two years ago it was time to retire them. No more Carrie the Elf. You see, I would wear them every year for Christmas parties and such with a bright green shirt. Yikes.

One thing you should know about me, I am overly festive. I go a little nutty around the holidays. So, every year around Christmas I would don the red pants and feel like a million bucks. Until a few years ago when I came to the realization that I was dangerously close to becoming the old lady with the Christmas tree sweater with jingle bell ornaments hanging from it. Yikes.

That is too closely reminiscent of a time in my life when I was completely clueless about the clothes I wore. In 5th and 6th grade I dressed like an old lady. I wish I was kidding. I was the fat kid with big glasses and thick bangs, hair parted down the middle, and braces. I have sworn off all of those things for the rest of my life. Let me describe one of the worst of my outfits. There was this dress, a denim, shapeless dress with a button on vest. Sounds horrid, I know, but that isn't the worst of it. My favorite part was that the vest was reversible, flowers on one side, bird houses on the other. O, yikes.

This is so embarrassing.

And some would try to blame my mom for letting me wear such terrible things, but she told me they looked like stuff old ladies would wear. I just thought they were awesome. And my mom had such a hard time finding things that would fit me, so she would cave. Man was I ever clueless. Sometimes, I am still clueless. I look back on an outfit and think, "What was I thinking?" Then came the pants.

You've heard of burning of the greens after Christmas. This year, I think it's time for burning of the reds.