Molly Crowe

Two days ago I was almost in a horrible wreck. I was stopped at the light at 41st and Sheridan facing east, and I was the first person in line. Next to me was a car waiting to turn left onto Sheridan. The light turned green, but before I had the chance to accelerate I saw a car driving very quickly south on Sheridan and I thought he was going to run his red light. He probably would have made it safely since people had only begun to inch forward, but I guess he saw the red light at the last minute and decided to try and turn right instead. He was going way too fast to make the turn, so he smashed into the car directly next to me, and both cars slid towards my car, stopping abruptly just three inches from my drivers side door. I was completely sure that I was going to be involved in the wreck when I saw it going on, but amazingly as I tightened up and prepared for impact nothing even shook my car at all. I couldn’t believe how close they were to my door as I looked out my window. My next thoughts went to the people in the cars. I was the closest person to these people so I wanted to make sure that they were alright. The two girls who got hit were already talking to each other and seemed fine, and the guy who hit them was cussing and starting to back up (don’t ask me why). I decided that I should just move into the closest parking lot and call the police, so I did that. I have never called 911 before. The first question they asked was “Fire, Police, or Medical?” I was thrown off by the question, because normally with wrecks you see all three come. I said, “Um… police I guess,” because I just wanted to give my witness statement. Ever since Jason got hit by a guy turning and no one could prove it wasn’t Jason’s fault I have wanted to be able to help someone else in a situation like that, even though in this wreck it was obvious who was at fault.

What happened next is actually why I wanted to write this post. I looked down at my phone after walking into Home Depot to buy some more paint, and it said “Emergency Calls Only”. I tried to get that go to away a couple different ways, and I ended up calling the police again on accident and hanging up. I figured they would call back and see if everything was alright, since they do that, but I turned off my phone and turned it back on and the words were gone. A few seconds later I got a phone call and a lady was on the other end asking if everything was ok because they had gotten an emergency call from this number. I said, “Yes, I had just finished…’ and was about to explain why I called when she interrupted me with “Alright thanks,” and hung up. (Take a moment to let the shock sink in). I couldn’t believe it. Just one little “yes” is enough for them to forget about you if you’re getting coached by a murderer or rapist to tell them everything is ok? PLUS, I was trying to continue to say something and could have been giving her hints to my location or what was happening to me, but she just didn’t care and hung up on me. I think that’s crazy. Do they get that many fake 911 calls that they are annoyed and don’t listen to people? That just blew my mind.

So, if you’re ever in a crazy situation and they call you and ask if you’re alright, I guess you have to say no.

I feel like my audience has changed. Where did everyone go?

I’ve been missing a lot of people lately, which made me look through old pictures. Here are some that I came across. This post was originally going to have pictures of people who haven’t commented in a long time, but then I decided some of these were just too good to leave out, even though some of you have commented. I love pictures. I wanted desperately to find a picture of Kylie, but I have none. I am going to Lawrence tomorrow to visit her though, so I will definitely remedy the situation then.

I had a dream last night that I found my digital camera in my backpack. I was hoping it was a sign that it was actually there, but when I checked it was not there. I guess my dream revealing skills are a little off.

I’ve been spending the past few days looking for places to live. I was going to live in an apartment, but my dad thinks it would be a good idea for me to buy a condo given my present situation. I just got a job at the Little Lighthouse (yes I know I already work there) doing something other than associate things, which will be wonderful. During the summer I will work as an associate while my position is developed, and once they know what they want me to do then I can start working at a real person job. I’m really excited about working there and doing things that I love and am interested in.

I feel like there is lots of new stuff going on. A few weeks ago I was looking at being a college student for another two years, working in hospitals, making lots of money, going to Stillwater this summer, studying until my brain stops working, etc. Now, I am starting my real job on June 11 and looking at purchasing a residence… It’s very strange and very exciting at the same time. I’m happier than I’ve been in a while.

So Timmy got a knock-out, crazy awesome score on his SAT. The scale is different now since they added the writing section, but he did awesome. Let’s all take a moment to applaud my little brother’s brain. **Applaud Now**

Once things get settled down and I find a place to live you’ll hear from me more. Until then you can spend your time getting excited about my 2nd ever wine and cheese party.

Well I’m done with school forever, and boy does it feel great. Pathology got the best of me, but I have to admit that I’m happier right now than I’ve been in a long, long time. I have a great plan and I’m really glad I don’t have to go back to school. In the next few months I’ll (hopefully) be working at the Little Lighthouse and trying to get certified to teach pilates, and then when I feel like I’m good enough get certified in yoga. I want to teach classes based on people’s activities and the muscles they need to strengthen or stretch to counteract or encourage certain muscle movements. It’s awesome because my degree has trained me in activity analysis and biomechanics of muscles, so I can plan sessions that center around postural deviation corrections, a golfer’s swing, a receptionist’s core stability for endurance to sit all day, a quarterback’s throw, or any other activity that a person does. It’s really going to be great. I just need to get certified and start teaching. I also eventually will need a name for my business (if I end up opening my own). If anyone has any ideas go ahead and throw them out.

I like working on projects and this pilates/yoga thing is a great one. I am also going to be looking for an apartment in the next month and getting settled into that. Moving again… Hopefully this will be the last move for at least a year or two. It will be fun getting my first real person apartment instead of a college student apartment. I might even try to get a real couch instead of using a futon. That really makes me old.

I’m sure I’ll be able to update more now, so get your reading eyes ready.

Anyone who can tell a joke that makes me laugh will win some points.

I don’t really have much to say, but I was sick of looking at that tea article at the top of my screen. Work was great this week. One of the kids crawled for the first time ever, and I got to see it happen. I’ve never been much of a crier when it comes to things that are extra sad or extra happy, but I think I’ve found my weakness. These kids can make me cry pretty easily. Nothing like 62 kids to soften your heart. I cried when Estefany crawled, and the other day at praise and worship I cried when Gatlin, a boy from the Blue class, said the school prayer all by himself in front of everyone. No one even knew he had it memorized. It was amazing to hear a kid say it, because normally we say it and all the kids stare at us, and it never really hit me that the kids were actually learning it. Gatlin graduates this year, and next year he’ll be in kindergarten. I think it’s wonderful that he can take the prayer with him.

“I can do what God says I can do,
I can go where God says I can go,
I can have what God says I can have,
I am what God says I am,
I am taught by the Lord, and great is my strength in Him.
Amen.”

I would very much like to see a new episode of Grey’s Anatomy.

Some of you remember a few years ago when I was taking Anatomy that I made a game for my friends to play. I made up questions and some fun little way of buzzing in and offered the winner a free board game. We played in my apartment in Norman when I lived at Chapel Ridge with Erin, and I think Evan was the ultimate winner. After that game I went on to make a 100% on my anatomy test the next day, so making and hosting the game really helped me. Well, this Sunday I will be hosting a similar event, where contestants will play a pathology game. Everyone knows a little bit about being sick, so everyone should do extremely well. The grand prize will be free hotel for a weekend in one of the following destinations:

Las Vegas, NV
Laughlin, NV
Reno, NV
Lake Tahoe, NV
Daytona Beach, FL
Atlantic City, NJ
Anaheim (Disneyland area)
Cancun, MX
Puerto Vallarta, MX
Mazatlan, MX
Palm Springs, CA
San Antonio, TX
Virginia Beach, VA
Gatlinburg, TN
Branson, MO
Biloxi, MS
New Orleans, LA
Niagra Falls Area
Myrtle Beach, SC
Orlando, FL

If you wish to play but Tulsa is not somewhere that you will be this Sunday, we can arrange a video chat so you can participate. The questions will probably follow a jeopardy-like format, so quick buzzing in will not be an issue. The game will start sometime in the mid/late afternoon. Anyone and everyone who wants to participate is welcome. If you would like a contestant seat please let me know ASAP so I can prepare. It’s going to be fun, I promise!

I feel like I have a lot that I could write about, but I really don’t want to. There’s always that thin line between what I really feel and what I want everyone in my life to read. I’m getting tired of a lot of things, and more and more lately I’m realizing how important family is, and how really when it comes down to it they are the people who love me more than anyone, and they always will. Friends are great, and I love you guys, but I feel like at this point in my life I need to spend more time with my family. Kate, the teacher in the Orange class, told me a story today about meeting her husband. In the story, she didn’t say anything about what her friends thought, or about how her friends responded to meeting him. Her stories were about her family and the funny things they thought about him. I want my family to be completely and totally involved in the process of me finding a guy. I’m excited about that, however far off it may be. When I hear my mom describe a guy she wants for me, it’s usually really close to the guy I would pick. When I hear friends try to do it, they can get close, but never as close as my mom. I think our parents know us better than we think they do sometimes, and that makes me happy.

It’s funny how quickly time fills up when you think you have nothing to do. It’s hard to believe that it’s almost June, and that in 6 months I will be back in school full time, and saying Goodbye to the Lighthouse for a few years. I can’t believe how much I love that job.

We had a staff retreat last week, where we took a temperament test and listened to someone talk about our temperaments. I am always a little weary of those personality tests, because I don’t like the idea of someone telling me the way I am supposed to be. Apparently that quality about me is part of my temperament. At one point the girl said, “All you Cholerics don’t believe me anyway.” That was true. After resigning myself to the fact that this stuff might be interesting, and I might learn something about myself, I found that I am a full-fledged Choleric. The workshop was actually on our strengths and weaknesses as Christians, and the point of taking the test was to identify our weaknesses so that we could pray about them and be more “Christ-like”. The objective was a good one, so it wasn’t like they were telling us how smart they were because they were able to figure us out. At first I took the test answering the questions as I feel today, and I tested as a Choleric. After that I realized that I took the test wrong, and I was supposed to take it focusing on my earliest memories as a child. I thought that I would go a different direction and be way less Choleric, but after taking the test correctly I ended up being way more Choleric than before. (I’m sure this is all very interesting to those of you who have no idea what I’ m talking about)

I changed the pictures under the pictures tab. Just thought I’d point that out. I’m developing an amazing quiz, so check back soon for the terms and conditions.

I am sitting in my parent’s house right now, which in a few days will be my permanent residence for the next… while. I think it will be easy to stick to a schedule I set for myself while I live here, with only minor distractions from noise and food. Food is always a good distraction though, so I think that actually counts as a pro to living here. Last night my dad and I stayed up until one in the morning watching The Lord of the Rings movies. We got about halfway through The Two Towers. Those movies are incredible. It will be nice to spend more time with my family before they move to Missouri.

I decided that I want to try to read a magazine every week. What are the good magazines out there anyway? I need some direction.

Tonight Jason and I are going on our Christmas date where we pick out our own present from the other person. This tradition has always been one of my favorite things we do together. We will go shopping for our families and each other and usually go to dinner or go look at Christmas lights. I am slightly concerned about the crowded mall, but I also know the busyness of the night will be fun. We can fight off the crowds. Maybe I should get one of those child wristband leash things so we can attach ourselves together so we won’t get lost. I think I remember having one of those on my wrist when I was younger… That may or may not be true.

I think I need to work on smooth endings to my articles. Sometimes it’s hard to know when to stop.