The Blackberry Saga...or something

Let me tell you a little story about how everything God does is for a purpose, even the small and seemingly insignificant stuff. This is going to seem random to begin with but it will make sense by the end [I hope].

So a few months ago, my parents went to NYC and I watched my younger brothers. Due to a series of unfortunate events, my phone got wet and the track ball didn’t work. I talked to the Verizon guy and he told me to take my battery out and leave it for a while. Random right? [You would think so, but you would also be wrong.]

Today I set my phone on the sink while I showered. During my shower I decided I needed to text something to someone [so specific, right?] but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to send this text for the right reasons. I got out of the shower and thought about how I could “put my fleece out” [like Gideon] but then decided that I would just go ahead and text the person. When I got to my phone, low and behold my track ball didn’t work. So I rebooted the phone and it still wouldn’t work. There was my answer.

So, even though I felt like there was no purpose for my phone not to work while my parents were out of town, it taught me how to fix it in that situation AND decided my texting dilemma.

The end. There you go.

Today was great, by the way. The development office gals skyped with Juan and got our assignments for the semester, so now I actually know what I’m doing here! Tonight we had orientation so I got to meet some of the students. They are presh.

I want to hear about YOU! Please leave me a comment telling me a little about what you’re up to and let me know if you have anything you want me to pray for [Sorry, Emily. “for which to pray”]. I really do want to know, I’m not just being nice!

Dentist McHottie and Me

Ladies and gents, do I have a story for you.

You see, today I went to the dentist to get a cavity filled. [Don't look at me like that. It was my second one ever and it was tiny. My hygenist loves me.] The last time I was at the dentist's office I met the new dentist who is taking over the practice. [Hello, Shonda Rhymes. I just came up with a new show for you to produce.] He is suuuuper fine and young and doesn't wear a wedding ring. I'm just sayin.

So I get there and I get the numbing shot and I talk all cute to him and try to impress him. [Because this is how you start a relationship with your dentist, right?] I EVEN wore my hair down and wore a shirt with sequins. Yep.

After he finishes the filling the tech lady squirts some water in my mouth for me to swish and then sticks the suction tube in my mouth. I thought that the suction tube had gotten all the water out of my mouth so I opened my mouth and water gushes out. All. Over. Me. While Dr. McHottie is watching me.

Now, usually I can play it cool. Not this time. I waited for him to leave the room while my face turned pink and then threw my hands over my face and sat like that until I could leave.

I just ruined our perfect romance that was about to happen.

I leave you, my friends, with this picture of me trying desperately to smile while my mouth is numb.

Tori's Stories

I thought I would tell you about an embarrassing moment that happened to me recently because, I mean, what's more "real" than telling really embarrassing stories about yourself? [Please let me preface this by saying that embarrassing things happen to me all the time. I'm basically a walking awkward moment. But, whatever, I have to embrace it.]

On Wednesday the paper that I work for was having a meeting to get to know all the newbies [like myself] and talk about story ideas. I had dreaded this meeting all week day because I hate meeting new people and having to come up with small-talk. Basically, I like to have a buffer because then, when I don't know what to say, the buffer sweeps in and saves the day. But it was just me. All alone.

So I got there about 20 minutes early [for those of you who don't really know me, I am perpetually early. Can't help it. I try to be late and it still doesn't happen.] and sat in my car for a while. At about 5 minutes until meeting time, I walked up to the Culp [the student center] because I knew it would take me about 4 minutes to get there. [Guys, I'm a planner. It's a disease.] I did this so I would be right on time but not a minute late.

When I got there, I saw through the glass door that about 8 people were already sitting in there waiting. I exhaled and pushed the door. Didn't budge. Everyone looked up. So I tried pulling. Nope. So I tried the other side. Nothing. My face began to turn red and I made some awkward fake whining comment and knocked on the door. Finally, someone pushed the button from the inside that apparently had to be pushed before the door would open. I walked inside. Said "Yeah, that was awesome." [Not.] And then I quickly took a chair. Blushing all the while.

Now, in reality this sequence probably lasted no more than 15 seconds. But oh man. It. Was. Awkward!

What have I learned from all of this, you ask? Go by the place of meeting the day before and check out the door.

While I'm on this pictures of me as a kid kick, I will show you an awkward picture of me as a kid. Nope, the awkwardness is not a recent development, folks!