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My name is Chad Davis. I am the creation of my Lord and Savior, I am the son of Marilyn Davis and the late Carl Davis, I am the brother of Gregory Carl Davis, I am a husband to the amazing Tara Davis, and I am a friend to many; all of which put up with me and keep me in-line. I am grateful and blessed to have such an amazing cast of characters in my life. Without them, I would have nothing to write about.

Thursday, December 31, 2009

It's A New Day, and I'm Feelin Good

I know this couldn't be anymore cliche, but I'm going to do a 2009 in review.


City - Oklahoma City

Church - Left COTH, now at LifeChurch

Family - Same

Friends - New friend Dave (thats right, only known that kid for a year), New friend Eddye, New friend Mike - Don't think I lost any friends; if I did, I miss you guys.

New Hobbies - Blogging, Scrabble, Audio Books (Mrs. Vaugn would be so proud of me)

Job - National Oilwell Varco - Promoted, Left the Deep Duece and stopped bartending

Technology - iPhone, iPods

Vehicle - New truck(boat)

Pets - 10 fish (I'll spare you their names)

Now, to keep going on this cliche-train, we'll take a look at what 2010 brings:


City - Conway

Church - Need to find a new one (just for mom, I'll start with the Baptist)

Family - Same (Ferg?)

Friends - Let's hope I make new friends, or else, Arkansas is going to be pretty lonely - I don't think I'm going to lose any friends; if I do, I'll miss you guys.

New Hobbies - Work, Work, Work, Golf, Golf, Golf, Work out...

Job - National Oilwell Varco Arkansas Sales Representative and might start bartending again just for something to do

Technology - Not real sure what will come out next, but I do know that a GPS is a necessity with this new job

Vehicle - The Boat

Pets - 10 fish... and with me, you never know what else....

Friday, December 18, 2009

Merry CHRISTmas Not Xmas

This will probably be the last opportunity I get to write until Christmas. I'm go to Arkansas next week, and then, straight to Gunter, Texas. So to all of my family and hometown friends, MERRY CHRISTMAS and I'll see you soon. To everyone else, you are all creepers for reading my blog; really, who actually takes time to read someones blog if you aren't family?

Keep the Christ in Christmas. You don't say Happy Xday, do you? That's a little too generic. X could mean birth, valentines, president, fathers, mothers, St. Patricks, memorial, Columbus, MLK, Sun, Mon, Tues, Wed, Thurs, Fri, Sat, election, ect...

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

True Love; Old Love

You are my best friend. I've known you for so long now that I can't even imagine what it would be like to spend a day without you. It actually seems like an eternity since we've been apart. Please don't ever leave my side; I really don't know what I would do without you. You are the reason that I get out of bed in the mornings, and the reason that I make it through out the day.

I remember once when we were "on a break," I would start my day in a depression knowing that I wasn't going to wake up to you. Then I'd go to work and I wouldn't see you there either. I was semi-suicidal back then because I missed you so much. We were so silly; I'm so thankful that we put our petty differences aside and that we now spend almost every waking moment together.

Just the other day, I thought I would have to go through the whole day without spending time with you; it was a bad day. I had headaches the whole day just thinking of being away from you. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I rushed over to you. Remember? I know you do.

Some people would say that I'm obsessed with you; they're just jealous. Some people even call you a drug. You are a drug. You're my own personal drug, and I'm addicted to you. I need my fix every day; a fix that only you can give me.

I love you, coffee. And that will never change.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

The Reason

I haven't really written anything thought provoking in a very long time so I'm going to attempt to get those wheels turning with this one..

With Christmas being tomorrow (just wait; it'll sneak up on you), I feel like I should comment on the reason for the season. What is the reason for the season? (I recently spent some time with my girlfriend's niece watching Dora the Explora so lets do this Dora style)... Can you tell me the "reason for the season"?... (three second pause to let 3 year olds across the nation yell at the television)... Si! It's Cristo Jesus! Muy Bien!!!

Well if Jesus is the short answer, what's the long answer? Well, why do you think Christmas is important? Should we use the season to be thankful for Christ laying down his own life so that we can live eternally? Should we use the season as an opportunity to reach out to others to let them know that Jesus loves them too? If Jesus were to preach a sermon on Christmas, what do you think he would say about it?

I am the last person on earth who should be putting words in Jesus' mouth, but I think I have a pretty good idea of what he would want to say. I think he would ask why everyone is getting so worked up once a year. Why do we wait until Christmas to make the effort to send off presents, reach out to the needy, or show everyone that we think Christ is the reason for the season? Is Christ not the reason for every season? Instead of TWOC, why not FTWOC (fifty-two weeks of Christmas)?

I think the Lord wants us to celebrate every day like it's Christmas. How do we do that? Well, how do you act around Christmas? Greet everyone with a smile. Be nice to people you usually don't have anything to do with. Sing all the time! Give gifts to people who don't deserve them; do even more for the people that do deserve them. Tell people why you are so happy; actually be happy.

Let people know the reason for the season. But even more, don't let the season end after December 25th. Keep giving, keep smiling, keep reaching out EVERYDAY!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Countdown to Greens at Nutters Chapel

I'm sitting here, staring at the wall opposite of my desk where I have two giant calendars, and I just realized that time has turned into an illusive little devil. I want to reach out, grab time by the neck, and hold it down so that it can't go anywhere for a while. Or maybe break one of his legs so that he can't move so fast. Wasn't it summer just last month? Did we not celebrate Halloween last week? What happened to the years that we would stare at the calendar for what seemed like years and only a month would pass by? Now, it seems like months go by like hours and days move along like minutes.

I'm supposed to move to Arkansas in about 5 weeks (REALLY?!?), and the more I travel to Conway, the more I realize that it's very similar to Lubbock. It's approximately 5 hours away from everything, and there really isn't much to do. To many, this would seem like a problem, but I really don't think it's going to bother me too much. I'm super bummed about having to leave my friends, but I'm equally excited to start my new job.

Driving doesn't bother me, so distance from friends and family is no problem. My apartment complex has enough amenities to keep me busy during the evenings. The complex sits on a brand new golf course (which cost me nothing to play!), the gym looks like a fitness club, the pool is huge (sauna and jacuzzi included), and the view from my balcony is breathtaking. Anyways, I've never really been one to just sit around and mope about not knowing anyone, and I am pretty easy to please so entertainment is the least of my worries.

HOWEVER, once again, I am being shipped away to yet another town that does not have a JACK IN THE BOX! First Lubbock, then Oklahoma City, and now Conway; why must this world be so cruel???

Thursday, November 19, 2009

A Tribute to Pearl Jam

I have a new friend. This is Eddye:

OK, here real name isn't Eddye, but it's the name I've given her. So for all intensive purposes, she is Eddye. Her real name is Kellye Vetter. (Ferg or Greg you might have to help everyone out on how I thought of the name Eddye). Eddye loves rainbows, unicorns, singing, long walks on the beach, the Twilight series, dogs, fish, Project Runway and Rascal Flatts. I can handle all of these... except for the last one.

Really, Eddye?! Rascal Flatts?? That could be the worst band ever formed. Every time I hear a Rascal Flatts song, I immediately think of the fastest way to make it stop. I haven't yet turned to suicide as an option to end the nasally madness of this country catastrophe, but if I'm forced to endure them for too long at a time, I might be reaching for a gun. I am extremely disappointed in your poor taste of music.

Anyways, if you can look past Eddye's obsession with a terrible country band (that wants so desperately to be a "pop" band), then you'll also see that she's a pretty cool girl.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

An Awesome Mess

Remember me? I use to write you and tell you all sorts of interestingly stupid things. Well, I just wanted to stop by and say, "Hi!"... Soooo.... Hi!

Lately, I have been doing a lot of work related stuff because I've taken on more responsibility. This pleases me. I once hit a point of such restlessness that I was thinking about running out the door and never sitting down again. Now, it seems like I never stop. There is always a new task, a new challenge, or a new person to meet. Even better, there's always somewhere to go or something to do. I could not have asked for a more desirable job.

I've also been sick over the past week or so. Sometime last week, I woke up and started spitting and coughing up lots of blood; I had already been feeling bad for about 2 days. I went to the doctor and he said that its normal for someone who is really congested (and has one nostril completely closed off for air flow) to experience such instances. Well, after a Z-pack, some sort of congestion meds, and 2 different types of nasal sprays I still feel like crap and have a mondo headache. If there are any physicians out there that could diagnose me with something other than a head cold, I'm up for any suggestions.

The month of October was ridiculously busy. I was out of town every weekend. On top of that, I was out of town most of the week days too. Let's see, I went to Dallas 3 weekends in a row (once at the end of September), College Station, Lubbock, Arkansas (twice), and California. One trip, I was in the car from 7 AM to 9 PM. October was a good month for my books on tape collection.

On the rare occasion that I'm in Oklahoma on a weekend, I've started attending LifeChurch, and I experience more and more spiritual growth with every visit. I've also got back into reading my bible on a daily basis; something that I've been neglecting for a while. God is so good to take me back after everything that I've done. If you ever want to realize how amazing God is, try to live your life without him for a while; instant awesomeness the moment you snap out of your selfishness. (DISCLAIMER: I am not suggesting or encouraging that you actually try to go without God for a while. Please do not try this at home.)

My life is a mess... and it's awesome! I have absolutely nothing to complain about. In comparison to most people in the world, I am extremely blessed. God is so good to extend his grace to me time after time after time after time after time... (you understand). I am blessed with an amazing job, I have an amazing family (even if we are few in number), and I have amazing friends (which are even fewer in number). What more in life do you need?

Monday, October 19, 2009

France, Mary, and Oprah

I know this is the worst 2 part blog ever because I waited a week to write the second part. I was completely swamped all last week with work so I am just now getting a second to fill you in on the rest of the weekend.

Sunday, we went to the state fair with Dave's sisters and mother.
While at the fair, we ran into this lady:

It's weird, in person, you can't really see the horns sticking out of Oprah's head.

Then we went to France to eat at this place:

(we really didn't go to France, that's a lie.)

Then, somehow or another, we found ourselves here:

Marry Poppins rocked my world; it was so good. I think I only appreciated it because mom ALWAYS drug us to all sorts of productions growing up so that we would have a little "culture" in our lives. Anyways, it was probably the best musical I've ever seen.
Then we went back to OKC. Sorry this blog turned out so bad but I'm stretched for time.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

A Spoon Full of Awesomeness

This past weekend was another one of my infamous spur of the moment trips to Dallas. Dave and I were sitting at the house on Friday, and we came to the realization that we had nothing to do. Within 20 minutes of this conclusion, we had loaded up the "boat" and were heading southbound 35 for the weekend. However, this was not just any normal trip. No, this trip turned out to be a little different than my other weekend ventures.

We arrived in Dallas a little too late for any formal meetings or greetings, so we went straight to our final destination of the evening. We met up with Chadly and some other friends at a place called Hurricanes on Greenville. Saturday, we went and ate at my favorite restaurant in Dallas, Ozona's. I don't think I've ever made a Dallas trip and missed the opportunity to stop in for some Ozona's Juevos Rancheros; so good! Then we went to Northpark Mall where, ironically, we met up with Dave's mom and two sisters; both of his sisters live in Dallas and his mother lives in Midland. I say "ironically" because Dave had no clue his mother was going to be in town.

Side Note: If we wanted to go a step further on the irony scale, Dave's cousin Hilary (also lives in Midland) was in Dallas for a bachelorette party. Apparently, the last bachelorette party of Hilary's that we crashed, Dave and I made quite an impression. Apparently, we were so much fun that we might have taken some of the attention away from the bride-to-be, and we were not invited to crash this bachelorette gathering. We didn't let this effect our weekend, although, we were both a little hurt on the inside.

Saturday night, we watched Sheffield dominate the Tech game (and hopefully ensure his position as the Texas Tech starting quarterback). Then, we went to meet up with some fellow Tech grads at Blackfriar in Uptown and celebrated our victory into the wee hours of the morning.

Pretty fun weekend, right? You would think that if Sunday had been like any other normal Sunday, it would have been a relaxing car ride home and an early trip to bed so that I could catch up on some neglected sleep. However, Sunday is not the conclusion to this story. Friday and Saturday were merely the Prologue to the epic tale of Sunday's adventures. The real story starts here....

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Over The Top

Today is going to be a special blog. Here's what happened:

Keelie at Red Writing presented me with an award. Forgive me for not showing you what the award looks like, but know that it's tucked away in the trophy case of my heart rather than plastered on my blog for all the world to take for granted. I would say that it's more of an honor than an award. Keelie follows just under 1000 blogs and and has just as many followers of her own blog. She had to choose 6 blogs to give an "Over The Top" award to, and I was a recipient of one of these awards. I don't think she meant that my blog itself is over the top, but I think she was insinuating that maybe my style goes over the top on occasion (reference Easily Amused, My Name's Chad Davis..., and Gratitudes and Apologies). Anyways, here's what I have to do:

Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It’s quite tricky to use only one-word answers! Have Fun!

1. Where is your cell phone? Desk

2. Your hair? Gelled

3. Your mother? Love

4. Your father? Legacy

5. Your favorite food? Chops

6. Your dream last night? Sporadic

7. Your favorite drink? Coffee

8. Your dream/goal? Servant

9. What room are you in? Office

10. Your hobby? Golf

11. Your fear? Alone

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Home

13. Where were you last night? Friends

14. Something that you aren’t? Perfect

15. Muffins? Banana-Nut

16. Wish list item? Sofa

17. Where did you grow up? Gunter

18. Last thing you did? Awoke

19. What are you wearing? Green

20. Your TV? Neglected


22. Friends? Abundant

23. Your life? Improving

24. Your mood? Anxious

25. Missing someone? You

26. Vehicle? HUGE

27. Something you’re not wearing? Invisibility-Cloak

28. Your favorite store? iTunes

29. Your favorite color? Gray

30. When was the last time you laughed? Chuck

31. Last time you cried? Miracle

32. Your best friend? Dave/Chad

33. One place that I go to over and over? Sin

34. One person who emails me regularly? Coach

35. Favorite place to eat? Kitchen

Thank you Keelie! That was fun, and brought back a lot of memories of those forwards from high school. Not many will admit it, but everyone likes to fill those out; it gives them a reason to talk about themselves, and lets be honest, that's everyone's favorite topic of conversation.

I'm supposed to forward this on to 6 other people and tell them that they have won the "Over The Top" award. Instead, I am going to let everyone and anyone who wants to win be the winner of my award. So copy and past as you please.

Side Note: I wonder why spell check didn't recognize the name of my pet?

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

You Complete Me

My Dearest Friend,

Before I met you, my life was so incomplete. I can't believe that we had gone that long without knowing each other. It's actually hard for me to think of what it was like before you and I came together. It seems like I was always searching for you and never knew it; there was definitely some emptiness in me that only you could fill. With you by my side, I fill like anything is possible.

I have to admit, when I first heard about you, I wanted nothing to do with you. I actually refused to have anything to do with you because it seemed that everyone you came in contact with fell in love with you. I was not going to let that happen to me; stubborn I know. I feel like our first meeting was under false pretenses because my heart wasn't in it. I was actually told by the higher-ups that you and I had to meet. I hope that you will be able to forgive me upon hearing this confession. Although, I know that you will, you always forgive me because you're perfect.

Since you've been in my life, everything else seems pointless. You have found a way to brighten all that was once dull. I want to spend every waking moment with you. If it were legal in Oklahoma, I would probably marry you; our chances might actually be better in Arkansas. Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night and check to see if you are still there. A lot of times, I'll see that you let me sleep and you just left me a message. Other times, you actually wake me from my sleep to talk to me. I don't mind though; how could I ever get upset with something so brilliant.

My other friends didn't want us to be together because you are black. They were telling me to go find a white one. Racist, I know. My friends also told me that there were others out there like you, but we both know that's not true. You are one of a kind. They told me to wait a little while longer and something better would come along; lies. You are magnificent in all that you do, and they are just jealous.

Anyways, I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you. I want the world to know how wonderful you are. 'NSync said it best, "God must have spent a little more time on you." I think this is only the beginning of a beautiful relationship. I look forward to every experience with you. I don't ever want to try to conquer a situation without you on my side.

You are the best iPhone in the whole world, and I never want to part from you.

I love you,
Chad Michael

Monday, September 28, 2009

Anxious Eagerness

My mind has been stretched to its limit over the past couple of weeks. I have so many things bouncing around my head that it's hard for me to focus on whatever task or activity I'm doing at that moment. It's not so much of me being unable to multi task, but it's more of me not being able to stay out of my head. I'm being haunted with the realization that life as I know it is about to change.

I believe everyone goes through these mental battles as certain deadlines approach. I remember similar feelings before both of my graduations. I bet fiances experience this inner turmoil as their wedding date approaches. Also, when couples know the arrival of their first born is only a few months away. Yet, I bet it's not as dramatic as someone who can see the end of their life approaching; I wouldn't be able to fathom what is racing through your mind after coming to that realization. Luckily, I am just being badgered with the knowledge that I'm about to move.

There are so many things that I want to do before I leave. There are so many people that I want to see and spend time with. There are also a few situations that I want resolved. I want to take full advantage of the 3 hour drive from OKC to Dallas/Gunter and the 5 hour drive from OKC to Lubbock; after the move, both of these drives are doubled. It's not that I want more time, and it's not that I don't want to go. I am super anxious and extremely eager to move; I am ready to further my career. I just want to make the best of the time that I have left here in OKC.

Anyways, keep me in your prayers. Pray that I find peace during this whole situation and that it doesn't distract me too much. Also, continue to support me with the decision discussed in my previous blog.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Let Me Explain

(I know this is long. I've been writing this post all day so I don't expect you to read it all at one time; or even read it at all. This is mostly an explanation for myself. Things that I want to get off my chest and put in writing so that I can look back later and know what was going through my head at this point in my life. Whether you read it all or not, its not important.)

I took a couple of weeks off from blogging because I needed a break. I was running out of ideas, I was busy with work, and I was tired of being transparent when all I wanted to do was hide. This summer was tough on me. It wasn't physically tough unless you consider going out of town every weekend tough, but I thought that part was pretty fun. It's all the other things that were tough on me; the things I was trying to hide from or just plain ignore. Let me explain:

My game plan for this summer was to take time to get closer to God. That did not happen. Actually, the exact opposite happened. To be brutally honest, I knew it was going to happen; you could even say that some sick part of me wanted it to happen. I know that sounds slightly sadistic to any normal Christian. However, if you know me in the slightest, then you know I haven't ever claimed to be normal in any aspect of my life. At the beginning of the summer, there were a few changes that threw my world off balance. Let me explain:

A couple of weeks ago, we had a small group discussion about the pillars of your Christianity, and one of the pillars was earthly relationships you form that are pivotal in your relationship with Christ. Thinking about this, there are three recent relationships that stick out the most to me. Doug, Bonnie, and Dave. Doug was the college pastor that I've been assisting over the past 2 years. At the beginning of summer, Doug found out that he was going to take a different job at a different church in a different town, and he would be leaving the OKC area. There should be no explanation needed about what happened with the Bonnie relationship at the beginning of the summer. And lastly, Dave went to work at a camp for the entire summer. This left me in an awkward position. Let me explain:

For the first time in my life, I was going to be alone. Absolutely and completely alone. After about 2 days of solitaire, I came to a realization. I can't be alone. I am not one of those people who enjoy their own company. I actually (along with many others) find myself to be quite annoying. Anyways, this is when I canned the idea that I was going to stay by myself this summer. I started leaving every weekend and finding new friends for the weekdays; pretty much, doing anything that involved a social scene. With all if my socializing, this put God on the back shelf. Exactly where I wanted Him. Let me explain:

In all three of my pillar relationships, I felt like it was expected of me to be a "good" Christian. More than that, I felt like it was my responsibility to be close to God. It felt like I had to give off this morally, Christian persona, or else, someone was going to be disappointed in me. Again, I am just saying how I felt, I know that this was not actually expected of me by any of these three. I also know that they would probably scold me for not telling them that this is what I was thinking. All the same, I felt like I was getting closer to God more because they were wanting me to and less because I was wanting to. This is the part that bible scholars would frown on; I decided to push God away. Let me explain:

I was telling a friend that I wanted to get to a point where I was so broken that all there was left to do was turn to God; on my own accord. I wanted to come back to God in complete surrender, knowing that there was no where else to turn, knowing that I was coming to Him because I wanted Him and not because I felt pressured to come to Him. I wanted to get to a point where I yearned for more Jesus in my life and didn't care if there was room for anything else. I finally hit that point. The other day I broke down. Let me explain:

I finally got to the point where I missed God so much that I was ashamed of how I had been treating Him over the past 3 months. I know that this entire blog is supposed to be an explanation, but there is no explanation for the way that I broke down. At least no earthly explanation. It had to of been all spiritual because I am quite positive there is nothing on this earth moving enough to make me cry, and I had tears rolling down my face. This was my sign. I now want God front and center. I want to eliminate everything that distracts me from His amazing grace.

Grace. Again, I am so undeserving, and it's ridiculous how He offers it so freely. It's unexplainable.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Bitter Sweet

Today, I am traveling to Conway, Arkansas. In the coming months, there will be many trips like this one, and in the coming year, I will travel this road many more times. I am moving to Conway. For the next few months, I will be training with our outside salesmen and spending a lot of time in the Arkansas area. I am super excited about this opportunity and cannot wait to start over again.

Start over again. I am getting used to this. Within the last five years, I've started from scratch on numerous occasions. I'm not just talking about picking up and moving, but I've started over in many other areas of my life as well. Almost all of these instances have been for the best. I do enjoy starting from scratch, and I hope that this won't be the last time. More than anything, I enjoy meeting new people and going new places. It's easy for me to make friends because I can blend in or get along with just about any crowd.

There aren't many bad things at all about moving to Conway, but the worst part is having to leave all my friends in Oklahoma. It's a bitter sweet feeling knowing that I get this amazing chance to work on my career, but I have to say bye to all of the awesome people that I've met over the past 3 years. The good thing is that I' ll still be based out of our Oklahoma office and will get to visit often. It's not set in stone when I'm moving for good or for how long I'll be in Arkansas, but before I go for good, I plan on spending as much time as possible with my friends.

I do know that it will be good for me to get to start over again. I think I've come to a point to where I needed something to change, and a change of scenery is probably the best possible solution. All I know is that this opportunity could not have come at a better time. There is no logical explanation for the way that events and the timing could have fallen in the right place; other than God's control.

It's good to know God is in control.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Just A Thought...

Here are some interesting thoughts for you today...

More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.

Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.

Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no Internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.

There is a great need for sarcasm font.

I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.

How are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

I would rather try to carry 20 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.

LOL has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".

How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?

Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"

MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier and sluttier every year?

Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....

There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Crap!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Hold Strong, Little Beaver

Last night, I passed up all opportunities to leave my house, and I just stayed in. My roommates both had agendas or found something to do, but I opted out of everything. I wasn't sitting back and relaxing, though. I wasn't working on projects around the house. I wasn't even listening to Twili... err I mean a really good book on tape either. I was in my bed. I wan't sleeping or sick. I was hiding.

I was hiding under the covers as if there was a monster in the closet about to get me. I wasn't hiding from a person or a thunderstorm. No, I was hiding from my day. Yesterday, was the weirdest, most (and yes I'm going to use this word and all explain why in a second) emotional day I have had in a very, very long time. It had its ups, downs, arounds; everything you could ever want out of an emotional roller coaster.

It seems that the blog demons were after me yesterday. If you recall, I just wrote a blog about my emotionless soul (soul? I don't know, just go with it). Well, yesterday, it seems that there was some supernatural force out to get me. If you are curious about the exact events, I will be more than happy to share them with you on a more private network, but right now, I'm just going to run you through my emotional-jungle-gym of a day.

The day started off with a panic. Then, went to a depression and betrayal stage. I spent some time in this stage and experienced some of the other goodies like confusion, anger, worry, etc. Then, in an instant, I was lifted to an unexpected high. A woman (or a very pansy, eye-beaverless man) would have probably cried with joy in this situation. This brought on feelings of excitement, joy, anticipation, anxiousness etc. Next, I had a conversation that brought on remorse, sadness, and sorrow. Then, I just went and hid for the rest of the night.

I couldn't take it anymore. I just wanted the day to end, and to get to start all over. Today, as I look back, and not just on yesterday but over the past year or so, I can see movements and events that were far beyond my control. Experiences, relationships, activities, pretty much everything, all came to a new meaning yesterday. Now that the smoke has cleared and the dust has settled, I can see God's undeniable presence throughout each and every occurrence over the past year.

I had no clue what was going on at the time, nor did I even recognize God's hand, but looking back now, I cannot deny that God was in control. (English teachers, get ready for the run-on) I wrote a blog about me feeling like I was in one of those situations where you know something big is taking place but you have no clue what it is, and you have to feel kind of dormant for a while before it becomes clear (read the blog here). Well yesterday, it all came clear. Isn't it awesome to know that God, is in control?! Even when we have no clue what's going on or why things are happening, God is in control. Its amazing to get to look back and see where He carried us through the rough parts, and to understand why our own agendas were knocked off course. And actually be thankful that things didn't work out the way we wanted.

God is good. I am happy.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

My Eye Beaver

You probably can't tell, but on the surface, I'm not a real emotional person. You wouldn't know this from my writing because I'm kind of a pansy when I write, but I get some kind of emotional release from blogging or journaling. A lot of people criticise me for blogging, but I think it's good for me; almost therapeutic. When I write, it's about the only way you could ever really tell what kind of mood I'm in. When I'm around people, I can fake a happy persona, but it's hard for me to write about merry and jolly things when I'm not feeling up to it.

I don't really let my feelings show unless I'm happy. Actually, it's abnormal if you see me with something other than a blissful attitude. I often claim that it's the only emotion that I'm capable of having, but that isn't true; it's just the only emotion I ever show. If I'm ever feeling anything other than happiness, you generally won't know because I always have a smile on no matter what inner turmoils I may be going through. However, I do get silent when I'm too tired to put up a front.

And then, there are the emotions that I dread. I call these the relational hazards. Almost every girl I've dated has mentioned something about my lack of emotions. I can't really get romantic or apologetic or jealous or smitten or regretful or embarrassed or whatever other emotions a relational roller coaster is supposed to take you through. The worst is trying to act surprised. I know that I'm supposed to make some kind of gesture that shows how shocked I am, but my efforts aren't always convincing. Although, one good thing about this is that I don't ever get mad.

On top of everything, I don't cry. Ever. Does this make me cold? I don't think so, but if you ever want me to show you some kind of compassion, don't expect to see tears running down my cheeks. It's not like I hold these feelings off or I fight back tears; they just don't come. If anything, I push for these emotions. I want to cry, but every time I feel moved enough to sob it just stops and goes away. I usually end up going into this coughing, choking mode because I have this lump in my throat but no way to let it out. However, I'm the king of the lip-quiver. If I ever start to open up about something really moving in front of a crowd, you can bet on my lip shaking. But no tears. I've tried to get them to roll, but it's like a tiny eye beaver built up a dam in my tear ducts. Is that a medical term; Eye Beavers?

Anyways, I do hope that some day all this will change. Maybe, it'll take some catastrophic event like having a baby or getting married to break the dam and open the flood gates to my emotions. Personally, I don't see either of those happening anytime soon.... Hopefully, not anytime soon.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Easily Amused

I just realized another defining characteristic about myself that could be shared with the crowd. I'm super easy to please. This was brought to my attention because my day just got a lot better by a very small event. I was surfing the Internet, and I decided to drop by the library website to check on the reserve status of a book that requested. To my enjoyment, I saw that I was the next one in line to receive a copy. This made my day; I was instantly put in a good mood. Seriously. I'm not going to divulge the book's title to you, but just know that the acknowledgment of a book reservation coming to its end made me happy.

That's all I have to say. Believe it or not, I am staying in Oklahoma this weekend, and for once, I have absolutely no plans.

Friday Fotos: Since we are on the subject of being easily amused, I want to show you some pictures that make me happy...

Snorkels: Always a good time.

Jenna in a bunny cut out: what's not to laugh at?

Statue camel rides: Although you won't get anywhere fast, still enjoyable

Large people at concerts: they always go and stand in front of the shortest person they can find.

Rollers: Have you ever seen a woman in rollers and not laughed?

Greg's go-to fist pump when he gets excited: Always pleasing

Dave's best dance move: At no point should you ever have both fingers pointing to the sky while on a dance floor.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

I lied. I felt wonderful this morning as I was Crop Dusting my way to work. Now, I'm motivated to write A Little Something Sweet. I know you might be thinking, "Huh?" but I'm not going to explain so just follow along. If you did catch that, then you know who this is directed to.

Where did you go? You were all doing so well, and then you just disappeared. Now, you've fallen off the face of the earth, again. I know that you all lead busy, busy lives, but I don't think you understand how much you're missed. I'm so far away and isolated on the reservation that I have no clue what is going on in your lives. I know that you've never been here to see me, but I just want to assure you that not much has changed since the last time you read up on Oklahoma. In case this message reaches, know that I am blending in well; I look pretty sweet in a head dress and face paint. The peace pipe is a personal favorite. They have renamed me "Fights Like Girl" whatever that means. You know, they're actually on to something with this whole Rain Dancing thing; we're getting flooded here. From what it sounds like, you all should give it a try.

I look forward to receiving word from you soon. However, I am worried sick about you due to lack of communication. For all I know, my neighbor's desperate attempts to break out of the reservation may have been successful, and you were hit with an arrow. Please write soon so that I know you are alive and well, or if you get on a whim, you should come and visit. I will make sure that my friends let you through the border without circling your wagons.

I do see fragments of your existence when I read the Red Writing. Last week, I read an article that made me go, "Huh?" but I think I might have imagined reading it because I haven't seen anything similar since. If I had just One Life Lived, I would suggest To Everything A Season that it's time for bright flashing lights and lovely sounds. As a matter of fact, the season is almost over for you to see those lights and waste your pennies.

Anyways, I look forward to a response and wish to SEE you soon!

P.S. The drugs are working and I'm feeling better. A little loopy if you can't tell...

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Swift Kick

I'm probably not going to write anything this week. I have strep throat. I want to kick it in the face. I am at work and miserable. Pray that my strep throat gets kicked in the face.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Horrifyingly Beautiful Writer's Block

For the past week, I've been racking my brain for something to write about, but as you can see, nothing has come to mind. I've thought about blogging on my weekend in Dallas, and telling you about the horse races and Eli Young concert on Friday night, and going to Hurricane Harbor all day Saturday. Then, I'd say how awesome it was to hang out in Gunter on Sunday, and eat with my family and Aunt Di who just recently had a birthday. I would also write about how I'm going to Midland for another wedding this weekend, but I didn't think all that would be intriguing enough to do an entire blog about.

I thought about writing a blog on all the rain we're getting, but could I really write more than a sentence on the rain? We can always use more rain, and it's a blessing that the floods are coming in Oklahoma, but I don't think I could say enough about thunderstorms to hold your attention for more than a paragraph. From what I understand, it would be best if it was going a little further south, and not just revolving around OKC. It is, however, making it harder to get up for work in the mornings because the sound of the rain on my window is so relaxing. The other night, I was out with a buddy, and we had to seek refuge because there was a tornado that hit a couple miles away. You should have seen the sky that night; it was horrifyingly beautiful. But really, I couldn't write a whole blog about the rain, so there was no reason to even mention it.

I also thought I could write about my new favorite hobby. I've been going in and out of every pawn shop in OKC looking for my iPod and camera. I've had more fun pawn-shop-shopping than anything else these past few weeks. There aren't any pawn shops around the nice, respectable areas of Oklahoma. To find the pawn shops, you have to go to the dirtiest, scariest parts of the city. For instance, most of the good pawn shops are on the same street as BoBo's Chicken and Cee Cee Wigs. I haven't bought anything or had any success finding my belongings, but I could easily write a book about all of the people and shop owners that I've come across. If I did choose this topic, it would be too long, and you would probably lose interest around the time I write about an argument between a shop owner and a kid that ended in the shop owner screaming, "You lucky you got a mama that loves you cause you tha dumbess boy I eva met!"

So I guess I won't write about anything. I'm sorry for not having anything interesting enough to write about over the past week. Maybe, I'll have more ideas for something to write about in the coming week, or I'll experience some thought provoking epiphanies to bother you about.

Friday, July 24, 2009


Today has been a very long and backwards day. It seems like I have been having to start at the end of everything and work my way to the beginning all day today. So this is going to be a backwards blog. I'm going to tell you things that are NOT completely true about myself and show you pictures that go against everything I stand for.

I am super fast and coordinated. I am very good with girls, commitment, and telling the truth. I love to eat all kinds of vegetables in my foods like lettuce, tomatoes, and onions. I am a very sensitive individual and I cry all the time. I love to just sit around and do nothing. I love kids. And I'm gay.

Here are a few pictures that really define who I am and my interests:

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Boredom, Goodbyes, and Introductions

For those of you who might not know me, I'm a pretty active individual. I am always into something or going somewhere. I get bored really easy, and I always have something going on to keep me occupied. Last night, I got bored.

For the first time in about a year, I had absolutely nothing on my agenda. There was no one around to keep me company, my golfing buddy is about to get married so he was off doing wedding things, and there was no desire to go work out. I lasted all of 20 minutes before I got stir crazy and had to go find something to do. I went to the movie theater down the road and watched Harry Potter for the second time in less than a week. AND it was only $3 because it was before 6:oo!

Anyways, as I was looking around the theater at all the groups of friends and couples in attendance, it made me realize how much I'm looking forward to the fall semester. I know I'm not in college anymore, but the majority of the people that I hang out with are still in school. This makes me anxious to see their return from their summer break. The fall also means that I will be losing a close friend.

This semester, Phil will start Law School at OU, so he is moving to Norman. Phil and I have lived together for over a year, and he will be greatly missed. In the mean time, Dave and I have already found his replacement. Britney Kostner (better known as BK) is one of our friends from church and will be coming to live with us sometime in August. She's one of the funniest girls to be around and could possibly be the coolest girl ever. This is her:

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

My Own Accord

I'm in an anxious mood this morning. The day has just started and two miracles have already been brought to my attention. A lot of people would call this good luck, but if you are a believer then you know the source of these miracles. Even though he still has a long way to go, Keith is stable again. Stable; a word last week the Beasley's never thought would be used again in association with Keith's condition. Judy uses the word nightmare when she references last week's roller coaster of tragic events. She was to the point of telling him goodbye for good, and now, God has allowed more time to be spent by Keith's side.

The other blessing is a more sensitive and private subject, but I can tell you that there is no other explanation except for God. Both of these events happened to people that have been praying for these miracles to occur and had placed their entire situations in God's hands. In both cases, there were an abundance of people praying for these individuals and seeking God's movements. These two acts of God were enough to shake me out of a trance.

This summer, I had the intentions of drawing nearer to God. I was going to use this time to seek His guidance in my life and try to find purpose. I have done neither of these. If anything, I have been counter productive these past two months. However, I think that this little vacation has made me realize which direction I need to turn for answers. I feel that before this summer, I was doing certain things because it was the trend. Most trends have a negative connotation to them, but I think I was falling into positive trends. By slightly drawing away from my church crowd this summer, I can work on my walk and my relationship with God on my own accord.

So here's the thought provoking topic: are we Christians because it's a trend? Is it bad if we are? I think that if our heart is in the right place then we aren't in a trend. However, I think that we do a lot of Christian things because other people do them, or we think that it's expected of us. Not following? How about this, do you occasionally go to church because people would notice if you weren't there? Even though, your heart isn't in it, do you go because you don't want others to start thinking you are backsliding? If it's labeled the men's bible study, do you attend because you are a man in the church or do you go because it's an opportunity to learn more about God?

Next question, how do we break free of the trends? I have no clue. I wouldn't suggest following in my footsteps because I basically put myself on a tight rope. When I'm at work, I listen to music on my computer. The first song this morning was The Stand by Hillsong United. The chorus to this song might have the answer in it. I know it moved me, so I'll share:

So what can I say? What can I do? But offer this heart O God, Completely to You.
So I’ll stand With arms high and heart abandoned. In awe of the One who gave it all.
So I’ll stand. My soul Lord to You surrendered. All I am is Yours.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

God's Will

I normally let you off the hook of not reading my long ones, but this one is a must read all the way to the bottom. So take a break, get a Kleenex, and brace yourself...

I don't know what to say. My heart is absolutely breaking for this family. In most situations like this, you question your faith. In most situations like this, you lose your faith. In most situations like this, you start to question your own life. The faith, the love, the trust, the soul if this woman is remarkable, unbelievable, and once again un-human. Please make yourself vulnerable to put yourself in this situation. Keep in mind, that she delivered their first child around a month ago, and this has been going on for over 3 months. How would you react under these circumstances? It's not pleasant to think about, but I hope that this is some encouragement for your own walk with God. I hope that Judy's story/testimony/faith makes you want to live a better life. I know that my eyes have been open to many blessings and opportunities that otherwise get taken for granted on a daily basis. This is copied directly from her blog today. If you do nothing else productive today, read this story. And pray. Please, please pray.

Day 97 - 7.15.09

8:30 pm - To state the obvious, this is the hardest thing I have ever had to go through. Leaving Keith the past two nights I have said goodbye to him knowing it could be last time I get to do so. It's when I do that that I realize how many people don't have the same opportunity. If God is taking Keith, He is allowing me a closure that I am extremely grateful for.

I cannot imagine loving anyone more than I love Keith. I would trade places with him in a heartbeat and I know that he loves me so much that he would never let me. That's why when I talk to him I tell him that I am the luckiest girl in the world...and I mean it.

On Saturday I completely surrendered to God's will. I told Keith how much I loved him. I then said the hardest sentence of my life. I told Keith that it might not be part of God's plan to have him here with me. And if that was the case, I would be okay. I cried and I cried, but I wanted Keith to know that I would be okay.

Sunday night is when I got the call that things were going south. That was the longest night of my life. I knelt by Keith's bed and prayed and prayed. Keith was working so hard to breathe. I looked at Keith and said the second hardest thing of my life. I told him to keep fighting. But if he got tired, it was okay. If he needed to take a break, I wanted him to relax. I told him that I loved him so much and that if he needed to leave me, I would be okay.

On Monday we had so many wonderful prayer times over Keith. When it was just my family in the room we had another one. We all joined in complete surrender to the Lord and we released Keith to God. We, in an act of total trust, lovingly released one who is so dear to all of us. We are now just waiting to see if God is going to give him back.

Keith pretty much remains the same as far as numbers are concerned, but his behavior is increasingly less and less. His body is dying. The analogy given concerning his heart is this: You can whip a race horse over and over but eventually it can do no more. The doctors still have no idea what caused his heart to fail. One speculated and made it clear that he wasn't sure if Keith was a candidate for it, but it was only thing he could come up with. Oddly enough, it is called Broken Heart Syndrome. Keith might not be a candidate, but I know I am. If they scanned my heart they would surely find that it is broken.

If God is taking Keith, it would be easy to ask why He didn't do it the night of Keith's accident. Keith surviving is a miracle in and of itself. I may not have all the answers, but I have one for me. Keith and I have had countless special moments throughout all of this. Some I have mentioned, most I have not. I have gotten to love Keith in a way that is different from before. My love has gotten deeper.

Today I received a message from one of Keith's ICU nurses in Austin and I hope she doesn't mind that I am sharing it here. She is referring to a time before Keith had made any improvement and was not responsive at all. It is one of the special times I had with Keith that easily could not have taken place. This is what she sent: You might not remember me, but I met you and Keith at Brackenridge ICU. One day in particular stands out in my memory as a moment I'll probably never forget. You slept through much of it, so I doubt you were aware, but at least half the unit that day stopped to admire and comment on the gentle, loving, and purposeful way he played with your hair and stroked your face while you slept at his side. In dealing with similarly injured patients on a regular basis, I think we all realized just how special and very different his behavior was whenever you were nearby. All that said, I would never venture a guess at someone's awareness, but I can verify that when I say he responded differently to you, I mean it. He was as gentle as could be with you every time I saw you two together. And while I'm sad for the things you and your family have had to go through, I do not feel sorry for you. I greatly respect and admire your dignity and grace. I can't imagine the plan God has for you, but He certainly has a great deal of trust that you can weather it. For that reason alone, I'm glad to have met you. It boosts my faith a little every time I remember...

Please know that I am still praying for a miracle. I believe that God can heal Keith from head to toe. I trust in His goodness and know that His love for Keith and me is much deeper than our love for each other. I now also know what it means to wait upon the Lord.

Please continue to pray for Keith.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Privacy And Hormones

This weekend, I was accused of being a bad friend. I was accused by my best friend, and I definitely deserved it. If you remember a while back, I blogged about a birthday wish that was forced upon me (click on "birthday" to read about it). Not only did I not give him the wish that he wanted, but I found a way to do the exact opposite of what was asked of me. It was not a manner of him asking for the blue one, and I got him the green one. Instead, it was similar to him asking me for a car, and I got him flip flops.

Side note: I was accused of being a 16 year-old girl because I blog (and a number of other things). She said that it was similar to journaling and that only girls journal. I agree with the only girls journal part but not the blogging part. You can't reveal secrets and other sensitive matter on a blog (unless it's something like being addicted to Harry Potter), and it's more of story telling and entertainment than privacy and hormones. But, this whole situation is sort of a private/sensitive subject, so I occasionally have to write in code and use synonyms.

(This is the coded part) He wasn't all that mad when he found out that I got him the flip flops. He wasn't disappointed that he didn't get the car because deep down he knew that I wouldn't be able to get him the car. I guess, he just wanted to see me save up for the car. Even more surprisingly, he wasn't even mad that the flip flops actually already belonged to him. He was mad because he blatantly asked me if I got him the flip flops. He knew about the flip flops, but he specifically asked me if they were his flip flops and I said, "No." He was not a happy camper (pun intended on the camper) when he found out about the flops.

In my mind, I saw everything playing out differently. I didn't think my lie would matter at all. I thought that he would be more upset about everything else. I lied to him because I figured that I was dodging an argument about not doing what he said to do. I felt terrible about the bold face lie, but I thought it was going to help things in the long run. Please, tell me you see my flaw. I was relying on a sin to help me. Talk about a slap in the face. His primary disappointment was that I lied to him.

What an important lesson to learn. Two lessons actually! Lesson one, don't sin. Plain and simple. There is no justification for it. It won't help you, and it won't ever improve your situation. Lesson two, they are your friends for a reason. You may disappoint them. You may upset them. At the end of the day, you are friends. Especially, your best friends. Those are the people that can carry the worst of your troubles. They understand you better than anyone else. When you start thinking that there is a reason to deceive them because they won't understand, you are changing your relationship from friendship to mere acquaintances.

As I've admitted on many occasions, I am a fool. I am blessed to have such understanding and forgiving friends.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Book Review and A Prayer For Keith

I had a good time this weekend. I stayed the night in Austin on Friday night. Saturday, Dave and I went and saw Transformers 2, and went to San Antonio. We crashed his cousins bachelorette party (could become a new hobby of mine because it was awesome!) and hung out on the river-walk. I didn't even mind being in San Antonio; guess it's true what they say: time heals all wounds. I took tons of mental pictures with my imaginary camera, so I will share them with you at a later date.

During my travels, I finished 3 books. One was a Harry Potter book, one was a novel called The Collectors, and the other one was a C.S. Lewis book called The Great Divorce. The Great Divorce is a book that puts a whole new aspect on Heaven and Hell. It's hard to follow at times because C.S. Lewis was a genius, but the general concept is easy to grasp. It is a really short book, but it is a definite must read. I strongly suggest that you go to your local book store, get a copy, and spend about 3 hours one afternoon reading this thought provoking novel. It's amazing.


Please take time to pray for Keith Beasley today. He was not supposed to make it through the night but ended up pulling it out. They need all the prayers we can give.

Stay updated at http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/keithbeasley

Let me get you started:
God, please place your healing hands on Keith and wrap your comforting arms around Judy and the rest of the family....

Friday, July 10, 2009

Streaks Of Simplicity

I feel like I'm leaving you in the dark about this whole "streak" thing. The streak is the consecutive weekends in a row that I leave OKC. I've spent one weekend in Oklahoma City since the beginning of April. On that weekend, I stayed because some plans fell through, but even so, I still ended up going to Tulsa for most of that weekend. Most of these weekends are planned trips or events that I'm obligated to be at, but a lot of them are spur of the moment. Take for instance this weekend. I didn't have anything lined up until about 30 minutes ago, and this was the conversation...

I sent Dave a text message to call me when he had a second...

Me: What's up, Dave?
Dave: Not much man. What are you up to?
Me: Just trying to sort out my weekend, what are your plans?
Dave: Nothing really. You should come see me and we will do something here!
Me: Sounds like a great idea; we could go see the Austin guys. They've been calling me to come visit.
Dave: Yeah! Or we could go to San Antonio and crash my cousins bachelorette party and float the river.
Me: Will she care?
Dave: Dude, I'm her cousin and she knows that I'm in the area; it's a given that I'm showing up.
Me: I'm game! So do you want to do that or Austin?
Dave: Don't know. It's a toss up.
Me: How about we talk about it when I get there tonight? I'll go ahead and pack a swim suit for the river.
Dave: K. See you tonight.
Me: Yay!

It's that simple. Needless to say, the streak continues with a trip to San Antonio/Austin/Gruene!
Foto Friday: This is a more emotional Foto Friday because of the recent theft of my camera. I will not be able to document this weekend's activities. Like wise, I can't even show you 4th of July pictures, so instead, I am going to make good on a promise. I was scolded for one of the pictures that I posted last Friday, so to make up for it, I said that I would put up a better picture.

This is Hilary (aka Red). She's the one that gets easily confused.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Disturbances Of Normal Functioning

My initial point of this blog was to provide insights and events that make me who I am today and what got me to where I am. I feel that I've left out a very crucial part of my personality that helps define who I am. As much as I have tried to resist it my whole life, I think that I have a small dosage of OCD. It explains why I can't just dabble into things. I always have to go to the extreme. Either I'm completely one way or completely the other; it's very rare that I toe the fence on something. It also explains my motivation behind certain tasks that I perform. Let me try to explain.

The first word in OCD is obsessive (having or showing excessive or compulsive concern with something). I was recently accused of being obsessed with certain things; tasks, objects, and even people. I know that I've always had the characteristic of getting so enthralled by things that they become the center of my focus. I can see how I'm obsessed with keeping things clean and in order, and the word concerned probably fits in this case. I can probably even see where I become a little concerned with people like girlfriends and close friends, but doesn't the word obsessed sound super creepy when used with people? Personally, I don't think that my concern for people is excessive, but I do know of some people who would argue this statement towards me.

The second word is compulsive (an irrational motive for performing trivial or repetitive actions, even against your will). This is probably the hardest part of my OCD to explain. I can't really say that I have any urges to do something outside of my own will. Yet, if I look at it from a sinners point of view, then it's an easy explanation. There are tons of sins that I wish I didn't fall into. Some sins, I even make an honest effort not to do, but for some reason or another, I always find myself coming back to. (Did you catch how good of a rhyme that was? That could be a sweet little poem. I'm going to go ahead and highlight that for you. Anyways, where was I...) I guess you could call me a compulsive sinner. Compulsive Eater. Compulsive sleeper. And yes, I am a compulsive cleaner/organizer.

The third is disorder (a condition in which there is a disturbance of normal functioning). HAHAHA! What better way to describe Chad Davis? Do I really need to go into great detail of my abnormalities? If you haven't figured out my strangeness by meeting me or reading my blogs then you need to pay closer attention.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Text Messaging Revelations

As you might have noticed, yesterday was an interestingly bad day for me. Starting the day off by realizing that you've been burglarized automatically puts a gloom on the day. I was late for work because I was on the phone all morning talking to credit card companies. I couldn't file a police report because there was no "break in" (opening an unlocked car door doesn't take a criminal master mind), and I couldn't file for insurance because the amount that was stolen didn't meet any sort of deductible. Plain and simple, I donated my camera, wallet, and iPod to the dishonest. I had to work long to make up for being late. I was going to have to use my tithe for any spending money because it was the only cash available. On top of everything, I would have to take a half day vacation because I had to get a new drivers license, and the average wait time at any Oklahoma DPS is approximately 2-3 hours.

During the day, I received an anonymous (seriously, no clue who it was) text message that said God is going to make 2 things clear to you tonight. I realized that it was just a mass text because it said something else like send this to 10 people or it won't come true. As if God is looking down on us going "OK lets see, you didn't forward my text message so no revelations for you tonight. Maybe next time you will obey your text messages!" I deleted the text almost immediately.

When I finally got off work, I went home and got in bed. I didn't want to put myself in any situation that could make the day get worse. I just wanted to hide under the covers and listen to Harry Potter (that's right, I'm still on my books on CD kick). As I laid in bed listening to the melodic voice of Jim Dale attempting to soothe my wounds, I started boiling over my misfortune. At the peak of my anger, my phone started ringing; it was the answering service for NOV. This was weird because I'm not on call so there is no reason they should be calling me.

Turns out, a jogger that lives directly across the street from me had found the contents of my wallet on the ground in our neighborhood and called one of my business cards to get a hold of me. Just when I lost all hope in humanity, I get slapped in the face by the hand of kindness. All of the contents of my wallet were returned; including: credit cards, driver license, and most importantly, my library card. This got me thinking about my anonymous text message. Do you necessarily have to forward a text message to receive an answer from God or do you just have to seek the answer?

So, I started thinking. Maybe, the thief was just desperate. Maybe, he needed those things more than I did. Maybe, taking my belongings helped support him in some way. Maybe, he had some debt that he needed to pay off or some starving family to support, and his back was so far against the wall that he was forced to steal to make ends meet. The physical items that were stolen can be replaced. I realized that I'm not really bitter about losing those items. Actually, the wallet and iPod were given to me by an ex-girlfriend and probably would have been surrendered willingly. The camera would have been a little harder to give up; more specifically, my memory card. I wish that I could have put the photos on my computer before losing it. Luckily, my mother had copied a few of them to her computer before I left, so not all was lost. Revelation number 1.

Then, I started thinking about what I was planning on doing for money. I was going to take my tithe and spend it for my personal needs. The money that is set aside for God as an offering to his glory was going to be spent because of my irrationally selfish pity. It's amazing how pathetic we can be when we think we're enduring times of despair. I thought back to the bible story of Nadab and Abihu; the two sons of Aaron that God engulfed in flames for burning the wrong type of fire offering. Their error: not following God's orders by using different ingredients for their offering. My error: planning to withhold my offering all together and spend it on myself. You tell me who deserved to be engulfed in flames. Kind of crazy to think of how important tithing can be, eh? Revelation number 2.

I'm an idiot. This was more rambling than anything, but I hope you can find something useful in my revelations. Wow, this was super long! I'm sorry.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Gratitudes and Apologies

Dear {Expletive} Who Broke In My Car,

You're welcome. You're welcome that I left my car unlocked for you last night. That stems from growing up in Gunter, Texas. I know you've never heard of it. It's not big enough to know about; that's why I developed the habit of never locking my car. You're welcome that I spent the weekend in Gunter and freshened my memory of that habit. You're welcome that I left my wallet in my car last night. That was due to me going to a drive through last night. Instead of trying to awkwardly put my wallet into my back pocket while sitting down, I just threw it in the center console and left it for you. You are welcome that while you were taking my wallet out of the console, you noticed my iPod. I left my iPod in my car because I only listened to it when I worked out, so there was no reason to ever take it in the house. You are welcome that next to my wallet and my iPod was my camera. You're also welcome that I went ahead and filled up the memory card for you with 4th of July pictures from the weekend. It was in my console because I travel all the time. If I ever took it out, there was always the possibility that I would have forgotten to pack it for a trip.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't leave you more money in my wallet. Last night, I tipped in cash so instead of $4 there was only $2. I should have left a note on my window that let you know that I only use debit/credit cards. I'm also sorry that none of those debit or credit cards work anymore. I also want to apologize for not leaving my iPod dock in my car. I'm sorry that I ran down the battery on my camera this weekend and left the charger in my desk at work. If I had known you were coming, I would have just gone ahead and taken all those out of my car to save you the frustrations of having to go to the store and buy all those new chords for my appliances with your own money; we need to work on our communication skills.

Thank you. Thank you for not taking my sunglasses that were sitting in the cup holder. Thank you for not taking any of my checkbooks that were in the glove compartment that you went through. Thank you for not taking my passport or my social security card that was left so that I could renew my drivers license. Thank you for not taking any of the gift cards that were next to my wallet, iPod, and camera. Thank you for not getting in my trunk and taking my golf clubs. Thank you for checking to see if my car was unlocked before you broke a window.

Lastly, thank you for teaching me a lesson. No hard feelings.

Love always,
Chad Davis

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Done and Dunn

I'm super excited about the weekend because it brings my family's favorite holiday, 4th of July! We run a couple of firework stands in Gunter and cookout almost every night. What most people do in a day, we drag out over the entire week. AND we really like to blow things up! So the streak continues with me heading to Gunter for a 4 day weekend.
This last weekend I went to Lubbock for a wedding (Wally and Micah). It was a very sweet, very romantic wedding. I enjoyed it because I got to hang out with some old friends, Dave, and his family. Dave is 1 of 6 kids, and he has about one million immediate cousins. Any Dunn gathering is quite large and filled with many small children, but it's a very good time.

Thursday's Friday's Fotos: Pictures from Wally's Wedding this weekend

We looked good.

This is Dave's cousin Heath (hilarious human being!)

This is Hilary (AKA Red). Hilary is another one of Dave's cousins; Heath's sister actually (as you can see she gets confused easily)

Dave gave a very appropriate best man speech ending in the classic "May Wally and Micah's kids have a rich dad and a hot mom"

The sparkler tunnel

This started the wedding. From left to right: Tim (father), Dave, Wally (youngest), Lee (oldest), Luke (2nd oldest). They sang the Doxology a Capella. It was by far, the neatest thing I have ever seen in a wedding. I still get goose bumps thinking about it.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

In The End

Have you ever wondered how you got to where you are today? Can you narrow it down to just one decision, or is it the outcome of many decisions? Here's a different kind of question: how many bad decisions have you made in your life? I encourage you to gander back over your life, and try to narrow down the worst decision you've made that is most responsible for your current state of being. Got it? (If you don't/can't think of that decision, these questions are just a waste of time (but if you are actually reading my blog you must be bored anyway)).

Now, think about how long it took you to make that decision.

Think about how God was involved in your final decision, or if He was involved at all?

Was your family or occupation effected most by this poor assessment? or either one?

Think about the sacrifices you made or are currently making for that decision.

Would your life be different if God was more involved in the decision making process?

The point of this is to make you realize that a poor decision can't define you. Maybe you aren't happy with where you are in life because of a bad decision; there is still time to make another choice. Just because you've already made that bad decision, does not mean that it has to be your defining characteristic. It's also likely that its not going to remain the worst choice you've ever made; there's still time to make a new one. Why not offset it by making an extremely good decision? Leave whatever poor situation you forced yourself into and start anew. Who cares if your life gets knocked off balanced and you're thrown out of your routine or comfort zone? Does it really matter in the end? How long do we actually have until the end? Any fortune cookie quote would go great right here, but I guess I'll leave you with this: life's too short to not be happy.

This is just something to provoke you, once again. I do not have an answer for you on what you should have done, nor do I have any reassurance that you have made the right decisions. I know that we are lucky to be loved so much that it really doesn't matter what decisions we make past the choice to receive Christ. I also am thankful that we get second chances. Grace is a wonderful, powerful thing. My personal outlook mirrors Solomon's conclusions on life which can be pretty gloomy at times, but one day, I think we will all look back and agree with him. I'm talking about when he explains that nothing under the sun matters. During this life, all you need to do is seek God. In this, true happiness is found. Looking back over my brief existence this holds true. Whenever I make a decision that is pleasing to the Lord or I dwell over what He really wants for me, I find that the outcome is brighter than when I seek after my own worldly desires.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Random Thoughts, Random Babies

I have been super busy this week at work so I have not had many chances to post any new blogs. I'm actually writing this one on a lunch break so don't expect anything profound to come from this; mostly just wasting your time. Today has been really slow at work but the only people here is one other guy and myself so we are running around a lot.

This weekend the streak continues with a Lubbock trip. My roommate (Dave) has a little brother (Wally) who is getting married. I was cordially invited so once 4:00 hits, I am Lubbock bound!

Friday Fotos:

Here are some randoms from the weekend Dave, Jess, and I went to Arkansas and met up with Jess's best friend from high school and her husband (Jess is the girl who lives in Hawaii that we went to see)

This is the whole gang (Camera timer = successful)

We thought it would be cool to take a picture with this sign (Jacob, who at this point had known me for all of an hour, pointed at me like I was a dog. Funny man)

This picture always makes me laugh (it looks like I'm trying to take a quick picture with a wild, angry animal)

Bet you were wondering why I was talking about babies in the title, eh? This is Sarah and Jacob's son, Gibson (Notice the Burt's Bees in is hand; I got him started early)

Monday, June 22, 2009

A Legacy Remembered

This is going to be a difficult blog to write because I wish I knew more about the subject. I want to say something about my father in honor of Father's Day, but unfortunately, I know more of the legacy rather than the man. I think that in many ways knowing a legacy instead of the actual person is a good thing, but in my father's case, the man far surpassed his legacy. The problem with a person's legacy is that those who didn't know the person can't truly appreciate how the legacy was formed. I might be a little partial, but my father's legacy is nothing compared to actually knowing the person.

Today, when people talk about Joseph Carl Davis, the phrase "good man" is rarely left out of the description. This is an understatement; my father was a great man. Even calling Carl Davis a great man is leaving out the fact that he was a great husband, a great father, and a great servant of Christ. I can try to explain all of this to you, but you are not going to understand unless you had actually met my father so I will attempt to give you a glimpse of his legacy.

My father's upbringing is not the reason that people speak so highly of him. If anything, his upbringing could have been an excuse for him to have been a complete failure. He came from a broken family, and his parents probably didn't give him the same morals, discipline, or attention that you or I had growing up. Not having a perfect upbringing left him to pick up a few vices here and there. The best thing that happened to my father during his youth was his decision to move to Texas to live and work for his uncle.

My mother would soon be his inspiration to drop any vices still lingering when they met. When given the ultimatum, he chose wisely. This first act of chivalry would be one of my father's first steps in becoming a great husband. During the 11 years that I had the honor of knowing my dad, I never witnessed any sign of disrespect, argument, or quarrel between my father and mother. This is not an exaggeration either; the myth that every relationship has its ups and downs was shattered by the interactions of my parents.

I previously stated in a post about my mother that she never missed anything I was involved in; likewise, my father was always sitting right beside her. He made sure that his work day would end in time for him to be at whatever event my brother or I was involved; even if that meant leaving at dark and working until dark the next day. One of my father's favorite things to do was watch a movie at night with our family. Depending on the time of year, he would always make a bowl of ice-cream or popcorn and fall asleep during the movie (I, unfortunately, inherited his ability to miss the ending of movies started past 8:00 pm).

My father was also a great Christian. One of my favorite memories is when he took me one Sunday afternoon to meet with the pastor and sit by me as I accepted Christ into my life. He was in church every time the doors were open, and he was a fantastic spiritual leader for our family. If there is ever a reason for you or anyone else to think that you can make things right with God later in life, let my father's story be a testimony of why you shouldn't delay. Nothing on this earth is a guarantee, especially tomorrow.

I recently had a conversation with a girl who also lost her father early in life, and we both agreed that we enjoy talking about them with others. It's a way that lets us remember them. I love to tell people about his amazing legacy, and I am proud to be an offspring of that legacy. I always say that if I manage to be 10% of the man my father was, I will be considered a good man.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Epilogues Nonsense and Photos

So apparently I didn't close out the story too well last time because I have had a few requests to tell more. As suspenseful as I may have left it, there really isn't much more...

Monday morning, I tell everyone what happened and they all laughed at me for the irony and my ignorance. One of the salesmen even call the office and act like he's Ragon wanting to talk to me. About 5 minutes after he calls, the real Ragon calls; one of the other salesmen had emailed Ragon telling him that I had met his daughter. Ragon was really nice about the whole thing and impressed at how I handled the situation. I still don't know if he has talked to her about the whole situation, but I know that it was told all around his office. The president of the company (Kirk Shelton) was in town this week for a golf tournament. When he met me, he was quick to catch on who I was because Ragon had told him about the story. Hey, at least the president knows who I am!

This weekend the streak continues with me going to Lake Weatherford to hang out with my brother and a lot of our college friends. Going to be a large time.

Friday Fotos:
These are 2 pictures of the sunset on my way to Austin last weekend. These pictures don't do it a bit of justice, but it was so amazing that I pulled over to get a better look.

This is on the side of the sky where the sun was actually coming through the clouds

This is what the opposite side of the sky looked like. Weird eh? I thought it looked like a little sunset of its own.

Monday, June 8, 2009

The Complexness Of Simplicity

This weekend, I was having a conversation with a friend about one of my many flaws, and she said something that caused me to stop and think. She said that even though I have these struggles, she knows that I'm still a good person. My problem with this statement is that she called me a good person. What makes someone a good person? What scale are we being measured on to see who is good or not? Don't get me wrong, I want to be a good person, and I don't think there is anything wrong with what she said. It just made me think of what constitutes someone as being a good person and what makes someone else not as good of a person. What do we have to do, or what point do we reach when someone doesn't consider us a good person anymore? Did I ever do something to be considered a good person or is it because I haven't done something that makes me a good person?

If she is talking about whether God would consider me a good person or not, I'm scared of what He would respond. I would, regretfully, have to admit that I am guilty of disappointing God more than pleasing him, but God doesn't hold grudges like we do. I do feel like God judges more on the heart than He does on the actions. This being the case, no one can really reassure us of whether God thinks we are good people because He is the only one who knows the nature of our heart.

I know you're thinking, "Calm down. You're reading entirely too much into this." and I know this, but I'm doing it on purpose just to provoke some thought into this statement. We call someone a good person because of what we personally think of them. The only true things my friend knows about me is what I have told her or what she has seen through my actions. If this reasoning holds constant for everyone in our lives, I'm sure there are a lot of people that might think the opposite of my friend (just ask any of my ex girlfriends).

Anyways, this was probably a complete waste of your time, but it has been on my mind. I'm not fishing for anyone to tell me what they think of me, but how about I turn it on you like this: if being labeled "a good person" is what everyone else personally thinks of you, what have you done for those around you lately? If you had to drop your reputation today, and start all over tomorrow like everyone that you come in contact with is a stranger, would they call you a good person? How about this, should we worry about if others consider us good or should we be more worried about if God is going to say, "Well done good and faithful..." and if that's right, which one do we concentrate on more: pleasing God or pleasing others? If we did just worry about pleasing God, wouldn't everything else just fall in line as well?

Oh so much to think about...

Friday, June 5, 2009

Foto Friday

I always blog at work and the only pictures I have on this computer are current. I will try better in the coming weeks to get some older pictures for Foto Friday but here are some random pictures of various groups of friends that you might not have ever seen....

Me, Phil and some of our OKC friends (Jeff and Sam) at the Deuce

Me and some Gunter friends (Dusty, Hunter, Chad)

Dave's Band (From left to right): Sam (Bass) Me (Manager) Dave (Worthless Musician) Nathan (Keyboard) James (#1 Fan)

Thursday, June 4, 2009

My Name's Chad Davis, And I Have An Addiction

I have a problem that I want to get off my chest. I made a brief comment about this in a previous post, and I feel that it needs to be addressed a little further. I have an addiction. I have missed 2 work outs this week because I have been so enthralled by this new obsession. I have heard that the first step is admitting that you have a problem so hear goes:

I'm addicted to Harry Potter books.

A children's book. Kids stories, written for little kids. I'm 23 years old, and all I can do is think of when I'm going to be able to find time to continue the story. When did I become a nerd? I make fun of people like this. Next thing you know, I'm going to be 50 pounds over weight and playing World of Warcraft. The kicker; I can't even look sophisticated reading these stories because I don't read them; I listen to them on CD. So you can only imagine what my roommate thinks when he comes home and finds me in my bed, wide awake, listening to a grown man with a British accent talking like teenage girls and trolls. Embarrassing, humiliating; I've lost all dignity. Why couldn't I have a real addiction like drugs or alcohol? You know, the respectable ones.

Anyways, I think my streak is coming to an end. With it already being Thursday and no offers on the table yet, it seems I have exhausted all of my resources for weekend travels (for the time being). This will be the first weekend I've been home since about mid April. You have to admit, I gave it a good run. I'm still not counting myself out for going somewhere, but I have already started taking steps in the opposite direction. I think after work Friday, Phil and I are going to have a BBQ at the house. This pleases me because it has been a very long time since Phil and I have gotten to hang out, even though he lives right down the hall from me. Saturday, I think I'm going to go find a pool to do a little rest and relaxation. I haven't been to a pool since the heat wave finally came in. I might even get to swing a golf club this weekend, but I don't want to make any promises.