Be a Lady Not a Tramp.

Back in high school when I would drive Allison around she'd always ask if we could go to Starbucks. When I would say yes she would say thanks. Thanks because I ended up paying for her drink! Every time. But now the tables have turned. She is the one working this summer (I miss the pool!!!). So today, I rode with her to get gas (driving with her is not as scary as driving with Kaity....) and I made her get me Starbucks. Woo hoo!!!

She also bought me this book a while back, lost it, and then finally gave it to me today. She told me it would help me dress better. I seriously thought she was going to give me this book:

Or this one:

Everyone says I dress like a mom...or that I look like one. My question is why are all of your mothers dressing like hot 21 year olds???

Really though, she got me this book:

 "Highlights include: How to dress sexy without looking like a skank; How to flirt without facing charges of cyber stalking; Which guy is good, which guy is bad, which guy is gay; The difference between dinner conversation and discussions you should only have with your gynecologist; How to navigate meals with plates that aren't paper and utensils that aren't plastic"

Apparently I need to say farewell to my trampy lifestyle and hello to the "CLASSY" life.

Juniors!

The Junior class is the best. Granted I might be a little biased...but I think it's true. I mean no one else can pull off "Z" like we can.

  April made her rounds to our class dropping off study food. What a nice girl! Sad she's leaving!!!! Why must you be smart and graduate a year early!? But man, look at the love in our class. So wonderful...and I am tired/cracked out enough to get a little teary...

Highway to Hell.

Motor vehicle accidents can be scary. Cars can overturn. Airbags deploy. Motorcycles skid across the pavement. Even when cars are going at a mere 30mph serious damage can be done.
I've been in accidents, seen accidents, and more recently I've been able to offer help. Kaity and I stopped to help this one couple when we were driving back from Irvine once. We learned that people do weird things when they are in shock. This week, I was on my way to volunteer at the hospital when I saw the cause for all the crazy traffic. This motorcycle was down in the far left lane. I didn't see any flashing lights-- no CHP, or fire department. Immediately, I flipped on my left blinker and made my way over while dialing 911. 
It's funny how quickly and easily I made the decision to go over and help. I wasn't worried that people might be looking at me crouching on the freeway. I didn't care that I looked all weird with my polo tucked into my kakis. It didn't matter what the person lying on the ground thought about me. It didn't matter who the person on the ground was. I didn't care that I might come off a little annoying saying, "Hi! I'm Tracy. I know first aid. Can I help you?" I knew I might not be prepared or capable of dealing with what might be wrong with motorcyclist, but I was still willing to go and try and help.
You know a life is on the line. So with heart pounding and hands a little shaky you go.

Why isn't my response to evangelism the same?


"...do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. rather fear him who can destroy both body and soul in hell." Matthew 10:28
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The lady got taken away by ambulance. The fire fighters came and slapped a c collar on her while I held her head and when they backboarded her I got to count it out! Weee!

I love firemen.

365 Days of Foto Fail.

I am really bad at keeping up with this photo blog thing. Freak. Here are some old ones. So old I don't even remember why and when I took them. Fail.

 Here's a picture of the back of a truck. I have no idea why I took this. I think it's in V-town aka self-named "Awesometown"

 This was from like...last month or something. I went to study in the Science Library in the study rooms. Someone put their boogers on the wall. I was going to die. This is a picture of the bigger darker ones.

Some people say that I have germaphobia, but I really don't think it's true. Carrying Lysol in your bag is a normal thing. All those little specks on the wall are boogers.

On Saturday, I got to hang out with most of my aunts and uncles. No cousins. I was the only child. BUT I was not the one who did this. It was my aunt.