tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37865722012-02-16T06:45:28.058-07:00Just some random thoughts!Brandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198588899112588768noreply@blogger.comBlogger1241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786572.post-32040996296489744862007-07-09T21:38:00.000-06:002007-07-09T21:40:12.235-06:00

Or rather, my blog is! Check out my new "home" at http://www.rmfo-blogs.com/brandy/. Check it out!

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Check out this video: Three Days PayAdd to My Profile | More Videos

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I'm so excited! One of my favorite singer/songwriters, Andrew Peterson, just started a blog. I've been reading his online journals for years, and he's incredible. Be sure to check him out!

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Got an interesting airport/travel story? Check out my new blog!http://ratemyairport.blogspot.com/If you have a story to share, just email it to ratemyairport@gmail.com :)

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Dappled pathHotDustyPoundKeep MovingBreathe deepSagePineDirtKeep MovingClimbing upRocksStrainSweatKeep MovingFinally the viewBeautyMajestyAweKeep Looking

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Dear Germ-a-Phobe Coworker,I love that when you hear someone coughing, you haul out your tub-o-Clorox wipes and and coat your whole cubicle with their germ-killing goodness. I fully expect to see you wearing a mask to work one day like those people in Asia who are scared of catching some kind of flu from birds. But now I have an overwhelming urge to sneeze on your desk every time I walk by.Love,

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I realized something this weekend.I spent much of my childhood and adolescence trying to be invisible. I didn't want people to notice me. In elementary school, I was painfully shy. When it was my turn to read out loud, I would fly through the words--onefishtwofishredfishbluefish--desperate to just get them out, get it over with. Desperate for all eyes to be trained on someone other than me.In

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Don't you hate it when you miss out on something really cool? Well, I don't want you, my loyal reader(s) to miss out on this like I almost did.If you look to the right, there's a sidebar, called the 40 Day Fast. Each day, someone in that list is going to blog about a cause--something they believe in. I read many of those blogs daily, and I am often moved to tears--and more importantly, moved to

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Dear Mr. Mechanic,Seriously? Do you really think that I wouldn't know if had "one of 'dem electric cars"? I know that my car is not electric. I don't care if you've never seen a battery like that before. I'm a girl, but I'm not an idiot. Now put those gosh-darn jumper cables on that "weird" battery and just jump the thing before I attach the positive to your nose and the negative to...your

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Wednesday--When I left work, my car wouldn't start. Called roadside assistance, waited 40 minutes, some teenager jumped my car, and I drove home. Thought it was just a fluke.Thursday--Left work. Car wouldn't start. AGAIN. Some friends jumped it this time. Drove it to the dealership. Got a mini van for a loaner. Lost cool points. See earlier posts.Friday--Got a call, saying that my car had a bad

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So for some reason, my blog seems to have gone international today. I had visitors from the US, Spain, Germany, Ireland, India and Canada.I would just like to say, hello my international friends! I'm sure you were all drawn here by my uber coolness.Sorry to disappoint you!

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I am currently driving a minivan. Well, not current as in right this second, but you know what I mean. Today my nice cute car decided it wouldn't start. So they gave me a minivan as a loaner.Just picture it. Me, in my khakis and my sensible shoes. Tearing up the streets of Colorado in a mini van. The 3.6 cool points I had have strunk to a measly 0.01. And I only kept that hundredth of a point

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Here goes, my first blog inspired by you, my loyal reader(s).(I'm skipping the comment about the Cardinals, since I obviously just blogged about them.)Perhaps the rigors of presidential searches for college or university presidents?(Just a note...I'm not going to try to think about what was meant by the comments...I'm just going to blog about the first thing that pops in my mind as I read them...

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My friend Krissy and I solved all the problems of the world today over our lunch break.You can thank me later.

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I'm formulating my thoughts to post some blogs inspired by all TWO of the readers who commented on my last blog. But until then, I thought I would post a list of things that I've never done. Because, that's how I roll :)1-I've never learned how to drive a stick-shift. Which will really hurt me if I'm ever a contestant on The Amazing Race.2-I've never watched Star Wars. Not one single movie.

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I feel like I have so many thoughts banging around in my head, that I can't even narrow it down to a blog post. That's partially because I haven't been blogging enough, so when I do finally blog, there's just too many thoughts, and not enough time or energy.So, my goal is to start posting AT LEAST once a week. I think I've set that goal before. But, this time I'm enlisting your help. What should

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So, last weekend I went to my first professional baseball game. I was meeting my aunt and uncle, who were in town, and the Rockies game. When we got there, I saw a lot of red shirts. And I realized we were playing the Cardinals.OH, the dilemma! I don't really "pull" for any pro team. I usually just "cheer" (I use that term loosely) for the team closest to where I live. But what to do? Some of my

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This is too cool :) Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™

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Because I'm lazy and can't think of a good blog topic, I thought I'd steal this one from Greta :)Four jobs I've had: camp counselor, baseball park concessions worker, baby sitter, and feature writerFour places I have lived: Pamplin, VA; Nashville, TN; Hannibal, MO; Colorado Springs, COFour movies I watch over and over: You've Got Mail, White Christmas, Lord of the Rings, The Incredibles (What a

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Dear First-Grader in my Sunday School Class,I know you kids are all about the honesty. I'm down with that. But please don't ever tell me "You need to get married soon so you can still have babies." That one sentence from you made my fallopian tubes shrivel up from the hopelessness. It ain't cool kid. Ain't cool.Love,Your Old Maid Sunday School Teacher-------Dear Neighbor in #1235,You seem like a

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Can a 27-year-old have Alzheimer's? This weekend I was meeting a friend for lunch. As I drove down the street, I realized I forgot said friend's name. Seriously? I kid you not. Had no clue what her name was. Even after I saw her, still didn't know. Thank goodness someone else eventually said her name.Seriously.Losing. My. Mind.

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So, I love my job. I love the stories I get to write, I love learning about children who have been resuced from poverty, I love feeling like my job matters.Because of that, I'd like to begin posting periodic stories that I've written about Compassion. At the end of each post will be a link to the story on www.compassion.com, and I would encourage you to explore the site, and maybe even sponsor a

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I have lots of things I need to blog about. Recent visits with friends. Emotional thoughts about the VT tragedy.But those both take thought. And my brain hurts this week. So instead, check out this powerpoint I created for Compassion Sunday. I really like the way it turned out :)Just go here: http://www.compassion.com/share/compassionsunday/downloadableresources/default.htmand click on the

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Last week, I almost had a panic attack in Target.My cupboards were COMPLETELY bare, and eating stale potato chips for breakfast was getting old, so I decided to run to Target to pick up some groceries. As I pulled into the parking lot, I realized it was the first time I had gone shopping since I returned from Ethiopia. As I stood in the crowded aisles, I felt compeltely overwhelmed by all of the

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Below are my journal entries from Ethiopia. They are backwards, so I numbered them so you can read them in order (1-9). I've also posted my photos on my Flickr website, in addition to the ones you can find below. That address is http://www.flickr.com/photos/bncampbell.Things I Learned in Ethiopia-When you visit a country where the meanings of names are important, and your name essentially means a

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March 31, 2007Today I vomited in three countries. Today I realized that you haven’t truly lived until you’ve had stuck your head in the toilet at the Addis Ababa International airport. Today I christened Ethiopia, Egypt and London in a most unusual way.I woke up at 2 a.m., a mere three hours before we were to leave for the airport. Before I was even fully awake I was leaning over the toilet. “

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March 30, 2007Today I left Ethiopia. The streets were once again dark, and the city was quiet. No blaring horns. No children begging at my window. A few hours later I sat on a plane and bumped down the runway, my face pressed against the window. The same streetlights flickered, and cars had begun to fill the streets below. I left Ethiopia in a cloud of dust as our plane lifted into the air.Now, a

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March 29, 2007Tonight I sat by the pool, bugs nibbling my ankles, and talked with a brilliant doctor about the reality of AIDS in Ethiopia. Dr. A is passionate and articulate, and his knowledge about this terrible epidemic was more than I could have researched on the web or read in a textbook. Because to Dr. A, AIDS is not just a topic, it is a reality.Our conversation began the day before as we

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March 28, 2007Today, I was able to visit a project where we work with school-age children. (As a side note, this was my second visit to this project—the first time my camera refused to work.) The ride to the project was over bone-rattling roads with deep ruts and narrow passageways.It seemed that some of the children recognized me (I mean seriously, how often do they see a white person with big

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March 27, 2007Today I met four of the most strong, resilient women I’ve ever had the privilege of talking to.* Four women who raise the standards of mothers. I can only hope their children will one day understand how amazing their mothers are.After two hours, we arrived in Walliso, a rural community 110 kms from Addis. As soon as we arrived in town, children ran alongside the truck, pointing at

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March 26, 2007Today softened my view of Ethiopia. In the center of this busy city, I found beauty. Beauty in the faces of dozens of students who piled out of their classroom to smile for my camera. Beauty in the young boy who tugged at my shirt. As I bent low he asked me “How are you today?” then grinned widely at my words of praise. Beauty in the parade of children who followed me around the

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March 25, 2007I’ve never been this close to poverty. I’ve read about it, I’ve written about it, I’ve seen it on television and in glossy pictures in magazines.But today, it stood inches from me, separated only by a smudged window in the van I rode in. I didn’t know what to do when a child’s eyes peered into mine, her dirt-caked fingernails scratching at the window. I looked in my lap, at my own

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March 24, 2007Ethiopia snuck up on me. As our plane landed at two this morning, all I could see were straight lines of streetlights. It didn’t look like Africa. It looked like any number of cities I’ve flown into in the United States.The drive to the hotel was quick, and the dark streets were empty. My sleep-deprived mind processed little. Dark buildings. Road signs. Flickering orange lights

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March 22, 200710:30 a.m.Denver International Airport I could get used to traveling first-class. Hanging out at the Admiral’s Club. Reading the Wall Street Journal.Our flight to Chicago is already delayed, but thankfully we had a three-hour layover, so hopefully we’ll be fine. Missing the flight to London would royally suck (get it, London, royally. You know I’m funny.)It’s funny to me that 36

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Nobody here knows about March 5. Nobody knows that's the day that changed my life forever. The day that I lost the man who raised me as his own daughter. The day a part of me died.I keep thinking that it will get easier. And perhaps it has. The pain is less sharp. The grief less crippling. But it's still there. And every year, I try to fight it. But at the end of the day, it's like I've worn a

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I've always grown up taking communion once a quarter. Four times a year we would pass the silver plates through the pews, four times a year I would chew on a dry square of bread, four times a year my hands would shake as I pulled a plastic cup filled with juice from its slot--not because I was emotional, but because I was afraid I would spill it. I heard the familar words--"Do this in remembrance

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Is it possible to become a bad writer overnight? As in, yesterday, I thought I was a pretty good writer. Today, everything I write is crap. Even this blog. All crap.I knew I should have had a back-up occupation plan. Do you think I can get a job at a bookstore? Or will my crappy writing rub off on the books? Could I possibly have the power to turn good books into bad ones just by being in the

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(I acknowledge, that's a cheezy title!)I've been going through a concert dry spell. A drought if you will. Most of my favorite artists just don't get out to Colorado that often...maybe it's the distance, maybe it's my rotten luck of moving from a state at the exact moment said state discovers what great taste I have in music.So imagine my delight, when I discovered that one of my favorite singer/

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I hate to exercise. There, I said it. I may now get deported from Colorado.But I really do hate exercising. I hate running on a treadmill for an hour, and never changing my actual location. I hate that most gyms have a huge wall of mirrors. What, is that supposed to encourage me? To watch myself turn all red in the face and jiggle in all the wrong places?Of course, exercising outside is better.

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I work for a ministry that serves children in poverty all around the world. More than 800,000 children in 24 countries. It's an incredible ministry, and I love what I do.But sometimes, it's hard. Despite all that we do, children in our program still die. Every week, all the employees are given a prayer guide. We pray for our staff overseas, and those who sponsor our children. And every week, on

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I really have had a lot of posts bouncing around in my head for a while. And then I get busy. Or I just don't feel like writing. But tonight, I'm making myself write.Writing hasn't been coming easily lately. My brain feels slow and sluggish. My fingers feel clumsy on the keyboard. At work, the words don't materialize. At home, it's even worse. So I'm going to post tonight. And it will be great.

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So yeah, I talk to myself all the time. It's usually internal conversations, but it's not just thoughts. I'm literally having a conversation with myself. I didn't realize how bad it was until I had the following conversation today:(walking past a co-worker's desk, where she had an orchid)Wow, what a pretty orchid.I should get an orchid like that.Yeah right, you don't have the money for that.But

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So, last week was my birthday. Birthdays are kind of weird for me now. For my first twenty-two birthdays, I spent every single one with my family. There was a party every year, albeit a small one. There were Barbie cakes, surprise parties, sleepovers, and everything inbetween.And now, it's just different. A few birthdays were spent in crowded airports. Last year was spent stranded at a hotel when

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Just thought I'd post a few pictures of my Christmas in Virginia! (When I say a few, I really do mean a few. It seems like I kept forgetting to take my camera out while I was home!)Dinner with some friends from college:My nephew and me...he's ADORABLE!

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I still don't know what to call home. When I left Denver for Virginia, I said I was going home. When I tearfully left Virginia for Colorado, I said I was going home. I don't even know what home is anymore exactly.It's always hard for me to leave Virginia and head back to whereever I happen to be living at the moment. Virginia is comfortable to me. I know what to expect. I know that I'll eat tons

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I need to come up with a new word for my mood. It's a little ugh, a little blah, a little yucky. Blughy? Yagh? How about craptacular?I just can't figure it out. It's Christmas, for goodness sake. I have my tree up. I've wrapped the presents. I have a counter full of Chrismtas cards. The Christmas music has been cranking for a month. But I just feel...craptacular.I wish I could blame it on

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So, this morning was kind of an emotional one at church. Lots of ups and downs. We're doing a series on advent, and each Sunday a family/couple/individual lights the candle. This week's candle represented peace, and the family who lit it is going through an extremely difficult time. The mother, who has four children, the youngest in just 1st grade, is dealing with cancer for the second time. She

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*Note, I realize a lot of you have already read this. But when I looked back through old blogs, I realized I had never posted it. So, here goes!*Let Us Not Make His Birth CommonBrandy CampbellDecember 10, 2003I love Christmastime. But as I sit here in my darkened living room, watching the lights on the tree twinkle, inhaling the scent of cranberries and cinnamon, I wonder if I understand the

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So, tonight I was lonely. Kind of whiny. Sort of feeling sorry for myself.When I told a friend how I was feeling, she asked if I was still sure if Colorado was where I was supposed to be. It made me stop for a second and think. How do I know when things are hard because something's wrong...or hard because something's right.Because things are hard. I love my job, but it's hard. I'm meeting friends

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So, I've been meaning to post. Really, I have. But there's been eating and shopping and work and eating and decorating. And now I'm sleepy. But I thought I'd post a few pics of the Christmas decorations for your viewing pleasure. I'll be back with some real thoughts soon. My brain hurts right now though.

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(I'm back to stealing blogs again)Dear Friends who Stood Me Up This Weekend:Please call me if you say you're going to call me. I don't care if you're just calling me to cancel our plans. Just call me. Or text me. Or send me a smoke signal. I don't care, just release me from our plans so I can go about my weekend.Your Annoyed but Forgiving Friend,Brandy--------------------------------Dear Ty

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Man, I love the 80's!

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October 14, 2006I'm going to let you into a part of my mind that few people experience. I'm usually a pretty together person. I balance a lot of projects at work, and though my desk is usually full of folders and papers, I know where everything is. I can hold my own in a meeting, and I can even sound intelligent when carrying on a conversation.But when I pray, my brain mysteriously turns to mush.

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I am not cool. And with that statement, comes a chorus of "Amen's" from across the globe. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty much a dork. I like to write research papers. I wore stirrup pants in middle school. I trip over my own feet. My hair sticks out in odd places. I'm allergic to pet dander. The list could go on. It probably will in the comments section of this post. And I'm okay with that.

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I love the snow.I love sitting in my cozy apartment (yes, I finally turned the heat on in my apartment) and watching the white stuff pile up quietly outside my window. I love scarves and mittens and puffy coats. I love burning my tongue on hot chocolate and sipping tea thick with honey. I love spending the evening catching up on the last month's worth of newspapers, my fingers turning black with

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So, it's Monday and rainy and yucky, and I'm crabby. Here are some of my pet peeves for today:The person in front of me at Subway who ordered 12 subs...and of course wanted them ALL toasted. For the love people, order a flippin' party platter.People who put the whole body of their email in the subject line. Are you kiddding me? Just send a normal email.People who leave early for the day to go to

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Tonight, I got to listen to bluegrass. I used to hate bluegrass. My experiences with bluegrass music growing up all seemed to involve a bunch of overweight men gathered around a woodstove in someone's garage. The music was twangy, the women all clogged, and me, being the elitist teenager that I was, would simply roll my eyes at the unrefined hillbilly music that bounced off of the concrete walls.

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I don't know what my problem is, but I've been struggling to blog lately. It's not that I don't have anything to blog about...I think it's just the opposite. I have too many things bouncing around in my head, and when I actually sit down to blog, I can't narrow it down. But tonight a friend who shall remain nameless *coughScott* said I needed to put something on here, so here I am.I recently

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I'm embarrassed that it's been almost a month since my last blog. Things have been crazy, and God's been kicking my butt with some tough lessons that I'm still processing. Might blog about those later, but I'm just not quite ready yet.So, I thought I'd take a cue from some of my blogging friends, and post a list of things that have made me happy lately. (And in thinking about that, it makes the

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I'm not feeling terribly creative today (it was a draining day at work), so I'm going to steal a blog idea from Greta again!1. A friend who has blessed me:Amanda! I love the fact that my best friend is also my cousin...she knows everything about me, but she has to love me because we're family :) Seriously though, I love looking back at the growth of our friendship, and seeing how even miles and

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I love it when people tag me on their blogs. Then, I don't have to be creative about blogging, I just copy other people's idea! And a blog about books, no less. I love this!1. One book that changed your life:Charlotte's Web--not because it's necessarily a life-changing book, but because it instilled this great love of reading in me that has completely impacted my life2. One book you've read more

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I've decided that the absolute hardest thing about moving to a new town is finding a church. At least, that's the case for me. Coming to Colorado has been wonderful. Despite my fears, I've never doubted that this is where God wants me. But it's hard. This is the first time that, week after week I've sat alone in church. And felt sorry for myself. And left in tears because I'm so frustrated.It's

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So, I was driving home tonight when the song "The Door" by Jill Phillips began to play. If you're not familiar with Jill, I would highly recommend that you check her out. I'm not going to post all of the lyrics (you can get them here), there was one verse that literally made me pull over because I couldn't see through the tears:I come to you with a life that I do not ownI come to you with a life

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We had our company picnic at Six Flags in Denver this past weekend, and I learned some things:1. A bright yellow poncho with Bugs Bunny on the back, though not sexy, will definitely keep you warm.2. Rain = short lines3. Short lines = multiple times on the tea cups4. It is VERY possible to ride the tea cups too many times5. Food tastes much better when it's free and you've spent the morning

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HPIM0369 Originally uploaded by bncampbell. I went wandering around the campsite one morning, and was struck at how beautiful it was!

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HPIM0397 Originally uploaded by bncampbell. The view from one of our hikes.

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HPIM0389 Originally uploaded by bncampbell. Our camping group (really, I was there...I took the picture!)

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Yes, I caved and went camping in the great outdoors of Colorado. I have some stipulations when it comes to camping. If it's tent camping, two nights is my maximum. Bathrooms are a must. Showers are STRONGLY preferred. Thankfully, my trip met all of those requirements, and I had a great time. Even did seven hours of hiking over the course of the weekend.The actual campsite was next to a creek,

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FYI, I put up some new pics on my Flickr site...check them out!http://www.flickr.com/photos/bncampbell

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I'm not going to go into a lot of detail about the specific church (I'm not into church bashing), but I'll just kind of talk in vague terms about my continuing quest for a church. So, this past Sunday, I visited a nearby church with someone from work. I didn't have a LOT of expectations for various reasons, but I thought I'd give it a shot. Everything was pretty flashy, and for a lot of it, I

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What a cheesy title. Oh well.I just realized the other day that I never really blogged about saying goodbye to Hannibal. It's still kind of surreal that I'm not there anymore. Three years ago when I moved to Hannibal from Nashville, I viewed it as a very short pit stop. Surely, God would get me back on the "real" path soon. Then, I started making friends, laying down roots...and getting scared.

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I've got lots of blog ideas bouncing around in my head, so I'm just going to rattle them off as they come to me. Hold on, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

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My new job is coming with some challenges that I hadn't anticipated. I can deal with insane amounts of work, and rapid turnaround. But I'm discovering that at my last job, I got a little soft. You see, I know writers have to develop a tough skin. When I worked in Nashville, I could totally handle a tough editor. I took it as a challenge. But in Missouri, my boss LOVED everything that I

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Overload.It's been a long time since I posted. A really long time! Between moving to Colorado Springs, settling into the new apartment and starting my new job, things have just been crazy. Then, I started thinking of all of these great things to blog about, and I just got overwhelmed. So here I am, so many things to say, so little time. I’ll just start typing, and we’ll see where we end up.

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So, today was exhausting and emotional. The moving company came and picked up all of my stuff, and it just made everything seem so real and final. I haven’t been in denial about the coming move…just so busy that I really haven’t had a lot of time to think about it. These past few weeks have been moment by moment…which I feel was God’s way of keeping me from having a nervous breakdown. But

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Just wanted to post some pics from this weekend. One of my roommates, Christianne, got married Saturday...beautiful wedding! Here are some pics:The bride and groom:The beautiful bride:The roommates:The remaining rommates (until Thursday!)My other rommate's grandparents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary Sunday...I'll upload those pics later!To see more pics, go to my Flickr page!

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So, I learned a few things this weekend:Chicken should not be eaten if it is more than three days old (thanks for not saying "I told you so" Sabrina)Food poisoning is NOT funSaltines and Sprite for two days is not the best diet

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Sorry for the really long absence! I have been SWAMPED with finishing out my job in Hannibal, wrapping up the semester with my classes, and doing some freelance work for Compassion. I can't wait until I have ONE job, instead of three! Actually, the only reason I have time to blog right now is because the program I'm using today is SLOOOOOOOW, and if I don't do something to distract myself

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I love going home. I just spent a wonderful Easter weekend in Virginia, and it was about as close to perfect as anything I can remember.My mom didn't know that I was coming in, so my aunt arranged for my mom to go into town (yes, I'm from a rural area where people actually "go to town"). I took a taxi from the airport to Sam's and greeted my mom, who was completely shocked. It's hard to pull off

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It makes me laugh when people tell me I'm brave for packing up and moving to Colorado. I don't really consider myself a brave person. It's like I have this thin, delicate layer of brave over this crazy fear. I would rather people tell me that I'm obedient. Because that's really all I'm aiming for. I definitely feel like God is calling me to Colorado and to Compassion. Am I scared though?

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Well, it's been quite a while since I last posted. Things have been CRAZY busy, I've been sick, and life has just been flying by. But this post is long overdue...My biggest bit of news is my pending job change and move. In March I was offered a position at Compassion International, and I will be moving to Colorado Springs in May to begin my job there as a Feature Writing Specialist. To say I

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Okay, last night was INSANE. As a lot of you probably know, Missouri/IL had a lot of weather drama last night. Although I've lived in Missouri for a little more than three years now, I cannot get used to tornados. I hate them as a matter of fact (I know, who likes them). And I can't ever get the proper reaction down. Either I'm in the fetal position in my laundry room during a watch, or out

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I apologize to both of my readers for the delay in posting. I've just been super busy lately, and haven't really felt like I have anything worth writing. So, today I just decided to come on here and start typing and see what happens (just like I did in college with all of the columns I wrote for the paper!) Kind of like stream of consciousness...but not.Well, it's two days later, and I still

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(Ten points if you get my title reference!)I miss the mountains. Growing up, our family vacations always consisted of a drive through the gently rolling Blue Ridge or Smoky Mountains. We would load up the cooler with sandwich fixin's and head out to the parkway, and just drive. We'd pull over at a scenic rest area, sit at a shaded picnic table, and just enjoy the sweeping view of the vistas.My

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Ugh. That's how I feel today...just, ugh. From dragging myself out of bed to go to early service this morning, to going through the motions at children's church, to having to mentally argue with myself about not crawling back in bed at 2 in the afternoon, it's just been one of those days.I can pinpoint a couple of reasons for my "ugh-ness." There's the weather, the lack of exercise, etc. The

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Your Candy Heart Says "Hug Me"A total sweetheart, you always have a lot of love to give out.Your heart is open to where ever love takes you!Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a surprise romantic evening that you've planned outYour flirting style: lots of listening and talkingWhat turns you off: fighting and conflictWhy you're hot: you're fearless about falling in loveWhat Does Your Candy Heart Say?

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I just realized that February is almost half-way over, and I haven't posted a blog yet! I was doing pretty good for a while there, but I guess I've just slacked lately.It's actually been a really weird few weeks. On one hand, I've had some great days. Late-night card games, a rounding evening of spoons, cooking dinner for friends, curling up with some good books, hanging out with my roommates.

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This was one of those weekends that I really enjoyed being single and not having any real "responsibilities" (i.e. significant other, kids, etc.) Last week my roommate, Sabrina, and I decided, spur of the moment, to go on a road trip. We rented a car, loaded up the trunk, grabbed a pile of CDs, and hit the road at 5 a.m. Saturday morning.After 5 hours (and some pretty terrible singing along to "

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Last weekend I went with some friends to the movies, where we saw "Last Holiday." I'll admit, I really wasn't that excited about the movie. The previews looked relatively humorous, but nothing that I was dying to go see. Therefore, my expectations were quite low.Maybe that's why I enjoyed it so much. Because I hadn't been told by all of my friends how great it was. And I hadn't read a series of

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I know Christmas was almost a month ago, but I've only been back for a little more than a week, so I'm just now getting around to posting some pics from the holidays. Enjoy!My good friend Clara Jo and me. We have lots of fun high school memories (ha!)Jodi and me. Again, a great high school friend. She also has an adorable house now. Jodi's all grown up!This is my friend Jan. Jan worked at a camp

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I totally stole this from my friend Mandy, so I hope she doesn't mind! We also have a lot of the same answers, but that's because we have equally good taste in music!Top 5 Albums I listen to over and over:1. Randall Goodgame, War and Peace2. Andrew Peterson, The Far Country3. Andy Gullahorn, Room to Breathe4. Andrew Peterson, Behold the Lamb of God5. Jill Phillips, God and MoneyTop 5 songs that

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January 7, 20061 Samuel 9It amazes me that God used a few lost donkeys to orchestrate the anointing of Saul as the king of Israel. I can imagine how annoyed Saul must have felt, trekking across the countryside, searching for livestock. But he didn’t know, couldn’t possibly understand, that God had a plan. How often am I annoyed at the daily inconveniences of life—and how often is God blessing me

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January 4, 2006It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was not supposed to spend my 26th birthday alone, in airports and on planes. But after 3 days, 12 hours in the Roanoke airport, a lonely night in a hotel, I am finally on a plane, bound for St. Louis. Instead of a birthday party, I’ve thrown myself a pity party, complete with tears and a meltdown. I keep trying to tell myself it’s not that

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December 31, 2005Today I visited Dennis’ grave. After nearly four years, I finally mustered up the courage to return to that wind-swept graveyard that holds too many memories.I drove straight to his grave, and stepped out onto the dry, brown grass. A Christmas wreath sat atop the headstone that bears his name next to my mother’s. But next to his name there are two dates.And suddenly, I couldn’t

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Christmas used to be simple. When I was a child, Christmas was all about a baby in a snowy barn, held by his haloed mother and surrounded by pleasant looking shepherds, three kings, and a glittery angel singing “Gloooooooooooria (deep breath) in excelsis Deo!” The only complicated thing was singing the angel’s chorus without passing out.Now things are more complicated. The snowy barn is a

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December 11, 2005Jesus waited on me today at La Hacienda. He kept my drink filled and brought out our plates stacked six deep on his arm. He was a little slow at times and my empty chip basket wasn't always his top priority. But Jesus was busy, so I didn't mind too much. He had kind eyes and he smiled at me, ever so slightly, when he gave me my taco salad.When he brought me my bill, I was struck

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I've been tagged by Bethany, so here goes!Seven Things to Do Before I Die (Lord Willing):1. Go back to Brazil2. Visit London3. Get married4. Have kids5. Have an article published in Reader's Digest6. Have someone write a song about or inspired by me :)7. Write a bookSeven Things I Cannot Do:1. Cartwheels2. Sing well3. Play any musical instruments4. Carry a tune (notice a pattern!)5. Watch Steel

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I don't like my dad right now. I've said those words over and over in my head for the last week or so. Actually, when I first said them I was sitting by myself in the car with lots of pounding, yelling, and tears. And the word "hate" replaced "don't like."My dad and I have never had a "healthy" relationship. It's a very long backstory that isn't terribly interesting; suffice it to say that

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I hate exercising. I hate almost everything about it. I hate getting all gross and sweaty. I hate that my legs feel like Jello when I'm done. I hate running for miles without ever actually moving from one spot. I hate exercising.So yesterday I was working out in the school's gym. All these skinny, toned people surrounded me, sprinting at speeds that would have shot me off the back of the

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