A Ray of Hope

You've been praying, haven't you? Today was a much better day... for the most part. I think R is slowly but surely opening up to God. She prayed today... took the first steps. :) She's spent much of her life hating God, so that's really something to celebrate! Keep praying for her. There's still a long road ahead and things are touch-and-go with her brother.

On a brighter note...

... the nose is healing fairly nicely. :)

Lonesome Valleys

So, it's been an interesting week. I have a friend who's brother tried to commit suicide. He's in the hospital, not doing very well. She suffers from depression anyway, so it's been a tough week for her. I also think depression may be contagious, so it's been kind of a rough week (or 36 hour period at this point) for me, too.

Please be praying for R... and K (me).

Krista

My nose, my nose, my kingdom for a nose!

Well, well, well. Do I have a story for you...

Once upon a time, last Sunday to be exact, I came home late from having dinner with a friend after church. It was getting late (circa 11 pm), and I was dragging. I had been up to KC for the weekend and had stripped down my bed before leaving town. I was fairly exhausted and rationalized that making my bed would just wake me up. Since Theresa (my new roommate) was out of town for the evening, I decided to grab a sheet and blanket and hunker down on the couch for the night. Well... shortly after midnight I heard someone at the door. I figured it must be Theresa. I didn't want to startle her, plus I figured there was a slight chance it WASN'T Theresa, so I sprang to my feet to escape to my bedroom. Well, before I got far, I apparently tripped over my bedding and went sprawling to the floor... breaking my fall primarily with my nose. I grabbed the bedding again and made my escape to my bedroom... where I promptly locked the door, dropped my bedding and headed for my bathroom to assess the facial damage. As suspected, there was blood dripping down my face and a nice wound on my nose. I wadded up some tissue and tried to stop the bleeding. At the same time, I went to the bedroom door, and without opening it, called out, "Theresa? Theresa?" (No answer.) "Theresa?" (No answer.) I could see that there was a light on in the house, and I could hear a search helicopter flying over the house. Great... SOMEONE'S on the loose, and there's SOMEONE in my house who's not responded to my calls. I decided to call Theresa on her cell phone. She had simply stepped outside, so came back in to ask if I was trying to call her. "Yes. Yes, I am," said Krista with a busted nose.

I spent the next hour or so holding back tears, stopping the bleeding and icing down my nose, while Theresa kindly made my bed so I could sleep safely the rest of the night.

It's been someone swollen and painful this week, though it's starting to look better. It's a pretty obvious flesh wound and has been somewhat embarrassing this week. I've told a range of other stories, ranging from a nasty bar fight to a fight with the new roomie, to a freak accident involving a letter opener. :)

So, now you know. Though it's against my better judgment, I may try to post a pic for you. So, the moral of the story is this... don't run through a dark house carrying bedding.

Made it!!

You're reading the blog of one of the newest members of the Tulsa Oratorio Chorus. :)

Babs and I both made it! She'll be joining the Alto I section, and I will be a proud member of the Alto II section.

Rehearsals start Monday and get a bit hairy in September.

Mark your calendars!! :)

Bulls & Cows

I'm looking for a dream interpreter. Any Josephs out there? :)

So, last night I had a dream. Among other things, a bull and a cow were laying on the ground close to each other. At some point, the bull wanted to harrass the cow. Instead of taking it, like I somehow believe cows would do, this cow decided to take the bull on. She charged at the bull (or somehow attempted to attack). The bull lost his footing, fell and ended up piercing or breaking one of his legs. It was obvious in the dream that the bull would have to be put down.

What do you make of that?

~Krista

P.S. - Happy Birthday, Bro! Can't wait to see you on Saturday!

Why is it?

Why is it I can think of all kinds of interesting things to write about when I'm laying in bed at night... or in the middle of something during the day. When it comes to sitting down at my computer, all topics of interest fly out of my head... leaving me with nothing interesting to write.

So... I could tell you about the weekend. It was fairly busy; however, there's nothing too noteworthy.

But... tomorrow night... I have a vocal audition. I guess that's worth writing about. I'm going to audition for the Tulsa Oratorio Chorus. I've wanted to join it every since I moved to Tulsa, but I've either been too busy or have chickened out when the auditions near. Last week, a friend (Babs) emailed me to see if I would be auditioning. So... we're both going to audition tomorrow night. I'm going to sing "Caro mio ben." It's been forever since I've had to sing like that. I'm quite out of practice. But, I'm hoping it will be enough to convince the director that I'm worthy of singing in the choir.

You might say a prayer for me, if you think of it! :)

A Vant to Suck Your Blood

You'll be happy to know that I gave blood last week... potentially saving up to three lives. :)

My first experience giving blood wasn't very positive, but this one was without incident. I think I shall probably do it again.