Hey guys! Sorry this has taken so long for me to get it up! The following is a list of books I'm either selling or giving away. Please contact me if you are interested.
e-mail: kcoug003@odu.edu
phone: 335-3033 (please only use this only if you absolutely have to!)
* Biology (ODU's version by Pearson) 0-536-95886-6
* "Discoveries: Fifty Stories of the Quest" 0-19-506850-5 (2nd edition)
* Economics (McConnell and Brue) 978-0-07110143-1 (17th edition - international edition) - it still matches the US edition
* "The Articulate Voice" 0-205-38032-8 (very highlighted but readable)
* American Governement (Lowi, Ginsberg, Shepsle) 0-393-92716-4 (9th edition)
* Essentials of Statistics (triola) 0-321-43425-0 (3rd edition - without the MyMathLab)
* "The Bedford Reader" (9th edition) 0-312-43317-4
* Essentials of Statistics (Triola - 2nd edition) 0-201-77129-2
~Let me know if you are interested and I'll give you a price.
Katie
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Ummm... Anyone there?
Yeah. I was stuck in the old, old, old elevator at Old Dominion today. I was only in there for 15 minutes but it felt like longer. It was pretty comical to see everyone peer through the 6 inch crack that allowed me to breathe and communicate to the outside world. I felt like I was being born when the man finally opened the door and I said hello to day light again. :-)My experience in the elevator made me stop. Life - with all of its issues - was put on hold while I waited for help. I got a chance to think and relax. Kinda put myself at rest. I got a chance to pray. I think the most unnerving part of it was that Mom didn't believe me when I texted her about my circumstances.
Try it. Just stop. Don't attempt to do anything. Take a minute to pray and thank the Lord for the life He has given you. It's good for the soul. Believe me.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Go Navy! Beat Army!
Michael and I just got back from Annapolis, MD. We had such a good time. I love being with him! We drove up on Friday and stayed with his sponsor parents that night, then Saturday we headed off to tail-gate with his squadron before heading off to the Army Navy game. Go Navy! Beat Army! 
I can't remember this guys name. He was painted pretty cool -very reminiscent of the movie "300".
What an exciting time! Even though we were at the top of the end zone, in the shade, and the temperature never reached over 39 degrees it was an awesome experience. Michael and I laughed as we froze, cuddled under two blankets with scarves, hats and hoodies.
At one point one of the Navy football players caught the punt and ran 96 yards to the end zone scoring an incredible touchdown!!!!!!! Everyone stood as he ran cheered him on. "Run! Run! Gooooo!!!!!" All of the academy midshipman ("mids") stood in support of their team. It was pretty moving to see all of them in their dashing uniforms cheering their team to victory. The poor army cadets looked pretty depressed when they were CRUSHED! Yeah... I got kinda excited.
After the game we headed back to the camper to get warm. I really enjoyed getting to know a few of the wives in Michael's - ehm- Squiggy's squadron. They really welcomed me in. I struggled wanting to stand next to Michael the whole time. The Lord, however, moved on my heart to step out in faith and draw out the women around me. I now have some connections!! Huzzah! There are two couples in particular that I was really drawn towards. The Lord is so good to me! Not only did he make these two women draw me out and really have a good influence but they are also Christians! I look forward to getting to know them further. :-) (the picture to the right is of one of the ladies, MaryBlake -she's a Christian and newlywed!)
Once we had cleaned up the camper we jumped onto the light rail. We had to wait a little bit, so subsequently I froze. (I need more meat on my bones!) We dove to Carabbas for dinner and then followed Mr. Straw (our host) home to his house for the night. We stayed up with them for a little while talking, fixing Mrs. Straw's computer, and watching some tv show. They were dearies. :-) We were their substitute kids for the weekend so they told us all of their stories and asked us about wedding plans. They interacted with each other like they had been married for forever and a day the way they talked over each other, not disrespectfully, but like the other wasn't even talking... Michael and I enjoyed them!
After breakfast Sunday morning Michael and I drove over to the academy ... ehm ... the Naval Academy, that is. It is honestly gorgeous! Huge, old buildings with beautiful molding. An awe inspiring chapel with bright blue carpet and stack and stacks of organ pipes. Wow! I could go on and on! The picture to the right is the chandelier from Memorial Hall -I think that's what Michael said the name of it was...
I can't remember this guys name. He was painted pretty cool -very reminiscent of the movie "300".
The whole place was awe inspiring. But the best part of it was that it was my man's place. The place where he devoted four years of his life. It would have been just a pretty place had I gone by myself or with someone I didn't love. Instead, I was proud to be eble to stand next to Michael and hear his stories and relive part of his time there.
Fun stuff!
Monday, June 25, 2007
Butterflies
It's funny how butterflies come in all shapes and sizes. Monarchs, brown, orange, and red flying around. Big butterflies - small butterflies - blue butterflies - butterflies with spots.
But the butterflies that I'm dealing with are butterflies of anxiety... in a good way. I know that Jesus tells us to [not be] "anxious about anything, but... by prayer and petition make your requests to God," (Phili 4:6), but I have butterflies for a good cause. A friend of mine is coming home from a 6-month missions trip and I'm so excited and nervous all at the same time!
It's like you're first date. Sitting there on the sofa with your legs crossed "patiently" waiting for your date to arrive. You twiddle your fingers as you try not to plan what the night might unfold. Your hearing becomes super-charged; the fly on the wall has made three steps towards the plate of food you have laid on the counter. When is he going to be here? Why is he taking so long? He said he be here by 7:30 and it's 7:32. You try very hard to stay out of sin.
You find yourself with the age old butterflies in the stomach.
And that's my diagnosis. I've got butterflies. Big ones. Silly ones. Ones in my hand making my hand shake.
You know what's worse? These butterflies are over someone that I haven't even met before. Never. But I'm sure I will. Eventually.
She's coming home from her missions trip, and while she's been gone I have been praying for her. Praying for safety. Praying for the Lord's hand over her life. Praying for peace, joy, strength, endurance, etc. Basically, her coming home is the culmination of all of my prayers and petitions. I'm soooo excited!
I feel like I'm standing at the airport waiting to watch her walk down the airport walkway knowing that she'll be more mature, sad to leave, but joyful to come home (what a paradox there lies for missionaries). I'm holding a cluster of antique pink roses with a welcome home balloon and a gigantic smile reaching from ear-to-ear. I'd be fighting the urge to cry uncontrollably.
But I'm here. Sitting at my computer. Writing in my diary.
Just my butterflies and me.
Lord, please bring joy to K---. Let her find herself wrapped in the arms of those she loves and know that she's at home. Let her be content where you place her, be it at home, on the mission field, or with D---. Lord you know the plans you have for her. Plans to prosper her, and not to harm her. Let her find her peace in You, where ever that may lead her. And give those that she loves peace of mind and heart as they receive K--- back into their arms. Let them know that their trust and security lies in You and Your will will not be shaken. Amen.
But the butterflies that I'm dealing with are butterflies of anxiety... in a good way. I know that Jesus tells us to [not be] "anxious about anything, but... by prayer and petition make your requests to God," (Phili 4:6), but I have butterflies for a good cause. A friend of mine is coming home from a 6-month missions trip and I'm so excited and nervous all at the same time!
It's like you're first date. Sitting there on the sofa with your legs crossed "patiently" waiting for your date to arrive. You twiddle your fingers as you try not to plan what the night might unfold. Your hearing becomes super-charged; the fly on the wall has made three steps towards the plate of food you have laid on the counter. When is he going to be here? Why is he taking so long? He said he be here by 7:30 and it's 7:32. You try very hard to stay out of sin.
You find yourself with the age old butterflies in the stomach.
And that's my diagnosis. I've got butterflies. Big ones. Silly ones. Ones in my hand making my hand shake.
You know what's worse? These butterflies are over someone that I haven't even met before. Never. But I'm sure I will. Eventually.
She's coming home from her missions trip, and while she's been gone I have been praying for her. Praying for safety. Praying for the Lord's hand over her life. Praying for peace, joy, strength, endurance, etc. Basically, her coming home is the culmination of all of my prayers and petitions. I'm soooo excited!
I feel like I'm standing at the airport waiting to watch her walk down the airport walkway knowing that she'll be more mature, sad to leave, but joyful to come home (what a paradox there lies for missionaries). I'm holding a cluster of antique pink roses with a welcome home balloon and a gigantic smile reaching from ear-to-ear. I'd be fighting the urge to cry uncontrollably.
But I'm here. Sitting at my computer. Writing in my diary.
Just my butterflies and me.
Lord, please bring joy to K---. Let her find herself wrapped in the arms of those she loves and know that she's at home. Let her be content where you place her, be it at home, on the mission field, or with D---. Lord you know the plans you have for her. Plans to prosper her, and not to harm her. Let her find her peace in You, where ever that may lead her. And give those that she loves peace of mind and heart as they receive K--- back into their arms. Let them know that their trust and security lies in You and Your will will not be shaken. Amen.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Classes have me stumped! But my sins declared me dead.
Actually, it's not the classes but making the schedule for this summer and next fall. I was so frustrated that I had to put my books away and breath very deeply before touching the keyboard again. I hate it when I get like that. Completely frustrated and not trusting in the Lord.
When I get frustrated it's because I'm trying to fix things myself. Be self sufficient. Numero uno. Obviously I fail miserably. That's part of life though. When I try to do things on my own I fail. But when God is in control I do fine. No problemo.
So why do I revert to myself. Shouldn't the knowledge that Christ had to be staked to the cross for that foot-stomping be enough to keep me aware of my sins? The world according to me, "Wow, it's a great day that I get to control. But hell will break loose if you fail to meet my demands and standards." And I will take this sin with me to my grave and to the Judge. There will the Almighty repeat back to me every time I cursed under my breath, laughed at a bad joke, read something I shouldn't have, not trusted in Him, yelled at my siblings, raised a defiant eyebrow to my mother, and manipulated my dad. As I stand there, naked, everything revealed and laying open to the Father, He opens the book of the dead and looks for my name. But it isn't there! From the right, through the gates of splendor comes One who stood in my place. Blood pours from His head as the thorns press into His brow reminding me that those very thorns were a sign of the fall of man an God's curse on the earth. His hands bear the blood of the One who died for me. His beautiful feet, those very same that have walked the streets of paradise beside the Father, exhibit yet another battle wound received for me. His side pours of ethereal blood and water, showing that all was drained for me.
He stands there, between me and the Judge, and says, "It is finished." My sins have already been paid for by Him. He then pulls out the Book of Life! As God fingers through the pages He comes to my name. "Katherine Irene Coughlin, you have been declared righteous through My Son, whom I sacrificed for you, My beloved daughter. Come worship in My kingdom for your debt has been cancelled." Christ then covers my nakedness with glory and leads me to the banquet in honor of the Holy One.
Then shall I bee without sin. And then shall I not be self-sufficient. And then will I see my Maker's face and worship in His presence with the saints. What a day that shall be!
When I get frustrated it's because I'm trying to fix things myself. Be self sufficient. Numero uno. Obviously I fail miserably. That's part of life though. When I try to do things on my own I fail. But when God is in control I do fine. No problemo.
So why do I revert to myself. Shouldn't the knowledge that Christ had to be staked to the cross for that foot-stomping be enough to keep me aware of my sins? The world according to me, "Wow, it's a great day that I get to control. But hell will break loose if you fail to meet my demands and standards." And I will take this sin with me to my grave and to the Judge. There will the Almighty repeat back to me every time I cursed under my breath, laughed at a bad joke, read something I shouldn't have, not trusted in Him, yelled at my siblings, raised a defiant eyebrow to my mother, and manipulated my dad. As I stand there, naked, everything revealed and laying open to the Father, He opens the book of the dead and looks for my name. But it isn't there! From the right, through the gates of splendor comes One who stood in my place. Blood pours from His head as the thorns press into His brow reminding me that those very thorns were a sign of the fall of man an God's curse on the earth. His hands bear the blood of the One who died for me. His beautiful feet, those very same that have walked the streets of paradise beside the Father, exhibit yet another battle wound received for me. His side pours of ethereal blood and water, showing that all was drained for me.
He stands there, between me and the Judge, and says, "It is finished." My sins have already been paid for by Him. He then pulls out the Book of Life! As God fingers through the pages He comes to my name. "Katherine Irene Coughlin, you have been declared righteous through My Son, whom I sacrificed for you, My beloved daughter. Come worship in My kingdom for your debt has been cancelled." Christ then covers my nakedness with glory and leads me to the banquet in honor of the Holy One.
Then shall I bee without sin. And then shall I not be self-sufficient. And then will I see my Maker's face and worship in His presence with the saints. What a day that shall be!
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Wow, do I need a Savior or what! This blog is to let me voice my lack of trust in God and work through them, like a diary. Sort of. The more I write the easier it is for me to express my heart and what I'm struggling with.
So that's just a little about why I've started this. I probably won't keep this for very long, but that's okay.
Lord, please help me to keep my thoughts clear and focused on You. You have already met my greatest need, though sending your Son to the cross fo MY sins. All of them. Even my lack of trust in You. And not only that, but Your Son did not remain dead but defeated death itself! He rose again, all to fulfill Your promise. Holy Spirit, Guide my fingers and my tongue. Remind me f your goodness and my need for You!
Amen.
So that's just a little about why I've started this. I probably won't keep this for very long, but that's okay.
Lord, please help me to keep my thoughts clear and focused on You. You have already met my greatest need, though sending your Son to the cross fo MY sins. All of them. Even my lack of trust in You. And not only that, but Your Son did not remain dead but defeated death itself! He rose again, all to fulfill Your promise. Holy Spirit, Guide my fingers and my tongue. Remind me f your goodness and my need for You!
Amen.
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