Preview

Well the Evers have spent the past week in Orlando.  Very fun... very tiring.  Soooo here is a small preview of the week.  More to come later.

Home?

just one of many super-cool birdhouses at my grandmother's house

Well I've been back in Vestavia Hills about 2.5 weeks now.  I'd like to say I'm home but I all this moving around really confuses me... I think I'm just a nomad for now.  But home is where the heart is, right?

Anywho, I don't really have anything profound to report.  I've been to a graduation, conquered Milo's MEGA MEAL, flooded the motor of a hot-tub, watched a few movies, gotten some awesome new music (shout out to Parachute's and Brad Paisley's new albums), created a Pinterest account (Warning: SUPER ADDICTING), spent way too much time in the car, and have already started one of my summer classes (BOO!).

Just as a side note, ALEX has been sans-internet for almost two weeks.  Hopefully, she will be returning soon.  We're approximately 106 miles away this summer.  Tear.

222

Good news everyone, only 222 days until Christmas!

oh! my nappy hair

Yes. You read that right.


For a long time I didn't know exactly what nappy meant. I thought it was a synonym of frizzy. And so I thought Alabama's 95% humidity in 95 degree weather made my hair nappy. Apparently, this is not exactly the case.


So for the sake of this blog post, I decided to look "nappy" up in the dictionary. I was rather surprised (and amused) by the results. {Vocab has always been very much my Achilles' heel, so I guess I really shouldn't have been.}


nap 4verb ( napped , napping ) [ intrans. ](of a horse) refuse, esp. habitually, to go on at the rider's instruction; jib.DERIVATIVESnappy |ˈnapē| |ˈnøpi| adjectiveORIGIN 1950s: back-formation from nappy, an adjective first used to describe heady beer ( late Middle English ), later used in the sense[intoxicated by drink] (early 18th cent.), and since the 1920s used to describe a disobedient horse.nappy 1 |ˈnapē| |ˈnøpi| |ˈnapi|noun ( pl. -pies) Brit.a baby's diaper.ORIGIN early 20th cent.: abbreviation of napkin .nappy 2 |ˈnøpi| |ˈnapi|adjective informal(of a black person's hair) frizzy.ORIGIN late 15th cent. (in the sense [shaggy] ): from Middle Dutchnoppigh, Middle Low German noppich, from noppe (see nap 2 ). The current sense dates from the early 20th cent.
The backstory:

Julianne's oncologist won the American Cancer Society's Quality of Life Award.  The presentation banquet was in Atlanta Thursday night, and Mama and I went in his support.  We passed this on the way:

And then I found 20 dollars.  {Yeah, that is all.  Sorry the story isn't more elaborate.  I just thought the hair salon had a cool name.}


I bet you can figure out which definition of nappy applies in this case...

If you're bored

-Make cupcakes

-Paint your mom a sign

My next project:

Love this.

The Awkward Years

This weekend I moved back home from my dorm in Auburn.  If only I had a picture of the pile of stuff in my floor...  I will probably have nightmares about it.  Clearly, I had little-to-no room left in my closet for everything I brought home.  So that only meant one thing: it was time.  It was time to clean out my closet.

Now, don't get me wrong.  I'm not an extremely messy person.  About once or twice a year, I just clean my closet.  Take everything out, wipe down shelves, rearrange, straighten, etc.  But this time I had to clean OUT my closet.

So about 3 hours later I had realized the following:
1)  I have been so very blessed to have so many clothes.
2)  I had about 30 tshirts, 25 shirts, and 20 pair of pants that needed to go.
3)  The majority of these had not been worn since MIDDLE SCHOOL.  Generally, I don't get rid of something unless it doesn't fit.  Now I realize that this is not really a good theory since I'm no longer growing (and haven't for... oh... at least 6 years), but I just have a hard time rationalizing getting rid of something that I could still potentially wear.  Part of me doesn't want to waste, yet part doesn't want the clutter.  Obviously, moving home was the breaking point.  The clutter had to go.

... which brings me to my last point...

4)  I wore awkward clothes in middle school.  I guess (hope?) that they weren't so awkward at the time.  (Maybe?)  I like to think that that awkwardness is something that everyone goes through, and judging from some of the stuff I found in my closet I definitely went through "that."

Although I didn't find any pictures that fully represented what I discovered in my closet today, I will include these just to represent the era.  {PS - I realize now I don't miss being massively larger than my siblings...}

Click on the pictures for a "better" view.

adventures of lately.

hi.
if you don't remember me
i understand.
it's been a while...
but life's been busy,
actually just full of studying.
BUT school is over!!! for now.
Anyways, here's what we've been up to lately:

AOII's philanthropy is for arthritis. We had to. 

Aren't they just precious?

Ben Rector, I'm officially a fan of suspenders.

Matt Wertz

On Friday we went to the Matt Wertz/Ben Rector concert in Atlanta.
SO. AWESOME.
We stood on the front row, wrote a love note to Ben, and enjoyed great music.
Perfect ending to Sophomore year.
-Oh, and if you've never listened to Matt or Ben, go listen to their music. like now.

John Mark McMillan | Death In His Grave Performance

I love this song. Thank you Jesus for putting Death In His Grave.

My Life of Late

my "cheat sheet" for Friday's final

In approximately 13 hours, my life will return to its normal state of semi-saneness.  

As a reward for completing finals (as if not completing them was an option...), Alex and I, along with some other friends, are going to see MATT WERTZ and BEN RECTOR in Atlanta tonight!  Woohooo!!  {Followed by a mad dash to move out of my dorm as quickly as possible... not looking forward to this quite so much.}  

I can't think of a more perfect way to end this crazzzyy week.