Starbucks proposal...

I came across this on a friend's Facebook wall... it's just too good to not share!

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A Starbucks Proposal Story

THURSDAY, JUNE, 23, 2011 40 COMMENTS

I love a good proposal story, who doesn’t?! Today, I’m sharing two super creative proposals. The first is the proposal of Mikaela and Shane. Their first date was at a Starbucks, so Shane decided to build a Starbucks in the woods - seriously! Wait until you see it! :) Shane told Mikaela (who is a photographer) that they were going on a photo field trip to this great place he discovered, well he led her to a clearing in the woods and had Mikaela close her eyes. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw this…

From Mikaela, “The moment I was allowed to open my eyes is a moment that will be burned into my memory forever. It was the most peculiar feeling to see something so unexpected, so creatively carried out, something that took weeks and hours to plan, for me. For this moment. For us. Surreal.

Starbucks in the woods. Our Starbucks, our first date in those two comfy chairs, with our same two drinks – a passion tea lemonade and a green tea lemonade, and that fruit bar Shane had as well. A homemade candle in a Starbucks sample cup flickered, the prettiest bouquet of pink peonies, and music playing in the background. We sat, me in stunned silence and broken sentences. Knowing what would most likely come next, but not daring to think it, at the same time. Derrick ran by in the corner of my eye, leaving behind a video camera, while I caught someone taking photos in the bushes! Another video camera on a table! Crap, why didn’t I wear my contacts tonight, why the glasses? And off they came :) Then Shane pulled out a ring box and said those words and it happened.

‘Ever since our first date I knew you were the one… I fall more and more in love with you each day… Mikaela Ruth, will you marry me?’

He says there was a pause before I said yes! Of course! And then I dropped to the ground to be close to him and to hug him and he slipped the ring on to my finger.”

Check out all the details Shane put into the proposal…Love the wifey instead of Wi-Fi :) And the free download cards!

Any aspect that could possibly be personalized, he was on it…

They went to a Jack Johnson concert last Fall and notice the ‘Congratulations’ card? Details, details!

Close friends and family began to trickle in and Shane snuck away to change into a Starbucks barista uniform – and it was a party! How special that they were able to celebrate with everyone!

Biggest congrats to Mikaela + Shane!! All photos from Mikaela

I've always wanted to be a vampire!

My friend Michelle is on the Africa Mercy in Sierra Leone right now. I love her recounting of her recent blood donation experience! I never had the opportunity to give while I was on board, but I love hearing people's stories!   I am a vampire, I am a vampire, I am a vampire, and I lost my fangs...

Read this...

The Economy of Words from A Deeper Story

We're number 37...

Just an FYI, the US spends more of it's GDP per capita on healthcare than any other industrialized nation, yet we rank number 37th out of 191 in quality of care. Um, what....?

We had two guest lecturers in our Personal and Professional Development I class this morning. They explained a little of what Obama's healthcare reform bill would actually look like and how hospital systems evaluate the profitableness of providing care to consumers covered by certain insurance providers. Quite fascinating... not!

And this little video they showed made us all laugh:

Paul Hipp - "We're Number 37"

Followup to "stop looking"...

courtesy of iamblessed

Ok, so I got a few comments via text and email about my post yesterday. Let me just say that my blog is not just a space for me to vent, I do appreciate your comments--whether posted here or sent to me personally--that is kind of the point. As I told a friend yesterday, I like my posts to be pointed, yet classy. And I like to make you think. As always, I find all sorts of random stuff on the internet and only reblog a post, upload a quote, or recommend you follow a blog if it's something that caught my eye. That doesn't mean you'll always agree with my point of view or that I'm right, so please don't take my word for anything. And as I told someone last night, there's usually always a back story. So if something I post doesn't make sense or seems off the wall or purposely vague, just shoot me an email, leave me a comment, or call me.... I might just tell you the reason for that post.

And H____, you are right; sometimes I post something just to vent and see if I'm the only one out there that thinks that way. Again, it doesn't mean I'm right, but after all.... You're the one choosing to read it!

stop looking...

What do you think?

I *love* how people say that the moment they stopped killing themselves to get good grades, God blessed them with all As. Or the moment they stopped worrying about getting a job after graduation, God provided a perfect opportunity. Or--my favorite-- the moment they stopped looking for a guy, wishing for a relationship, or planning out their future, God brought along a wonderful young man.

Ok, that's all well and good. But as we all know, correlation DOES NOT equal causation.

Obviously, God will not be treated like a vending machine; I do X, and He WILL do Y.

Ok maybe some people stop looking and stop worrying is because they have better things to do, they realize it's futile to worry over stuff outside their control, and because they remember the world WILL go on even if they don't get that grade, that job, or that guy. And so when that magical thing does happen, they think, "well, I stopped worrying and look what God did!"

Um, maybe I'm gonna stop looking and worrying because I'm too tired to. If His wants to give me a 4.0 summer, a good job after graduation, or bring that guy along sometime soon, that'd be wonderful. But I don't want to look back and see that MY actions persuaded God to give me what I want.

Fearfully and wonderfully made...

Sorry for the long absence, people. Physical therapy school started on May 23rd and this week is test week. OK, I should probably be reviewing for anatomy lab tomorrow. But idc anymore.

I've always been good at procrastinating. Senior year especially. Between watching all 7 seasons of Gilmore girls in less than a semester, scrolling through thousands of posts on the over 90 blogs I follow, and hanging out with my close circle of friends I somehow still made good grades.

Procrastination has taken a different form these last four weeks. It looks like making dinner/lunch the next day, doing laundry on Wednesday nights (when you bring scrubs home that smell like a dead person, you HAVE to do laundry THAT day!), late-night phone calls from friends, driving all over creation to get to Walmart ("You can get anything you want here//Except a Wal-Mart store//But I ain't in Checotah anymore"), and printing off stuff to study.

I love Starbucks. I mean, I doubt I've ever told anyone that before. (OK, maybe only every other day or so!) And I'm kind of picky about my Starbuckses. Thankfully, a college friend is working at one across from the SMU campus about 10 minutes away from my apartment, and that Starbucks has a massive table in the back that's almost always empty. Once schools starts up in the Fall, I think I'm gonna have to find a new home. :P

So I've been at said Starbucks 4 times in the past week. A physiology test, an anatomy test, a lab practical, and a clinical correlates test will do that to you! Saturday, I occupied said massive table for 6 hours. Sunday I "hermited" myself at said table for 5 hours. When my friend got off work he came over and asked if I had dinner plans. I went over to his grandparents' house for steak (I love crashing other people's Father's Day celebrations), and then we went to go see "Green Lantern".

You know you've spent too much time studying the muscles of the neck, back, and upper extremity when you see the epic superhero suit designed to resemble said superhero's bulging musculature and all you can think is "they got the deltoid right, but the triceps actually has three heads not one!"

You know you've hung out with your 25 favorite dead people too much when this no longer creeps you out:

You know you've been memorizing too many muscle AOIIs (Actions, Origins, Insertions, and Innervations) when you start dreaming of them! (And as some of you may know, I DO NOT dream. Like maybe once ever six months.)

But I have to say that this past week that I have a greater appreciation for "The Celestial Design Committee," as one of my anatomy professors calls Him.

Have you ever read Psalm 139? Like REALLY read it? I mean, seriously how can you not think that we are fearfully and wonderfully made when you see this:

That, dear reader, is your brachial plexus. The wonderful branching and re-branching of arteries, veins, and nerves responsible for movements in your fingers, thumbs, wrists, elbows, forearms, upper arms, shoulders, and some scapular movements... Every cadaver has a slightly different network of these structures (I hate the term "anatomical variation"), but we've all got 'em! 

The Psalmist said it this way:

^"6Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it....

¹³For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.

 ¹⁴I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

 ¹⁵My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

 ¹⁶Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them."

I'd say it like this: 

Dang, God... that's pretty legit.

So true...

I can really relate to this post... All Mixed Together

please pray

Please remember my friend Jessie who just lost her dad this afternoon...

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Watch this video...

OK, so I have no idea who this guy is, but I found this video shared on my friend's Facebook profile.

This guy has a lot of incredible things to say. Just give it a listen. Please.

I wish I had the courage to say what he does. He wrote this for an open mic night at Pacific University, then obviously recorded it on a busy street in the not-so-good part of town with everyday people walking by... and yet I can't say anything to my close friends, classmates, and lab partners...



(discretion advised, he talks pretty openly)