Return of quasi-normalcy.

If that is even what my life would be considered. Probably most of you would disagree because you have to live and work and play on the outskirts of my insanity. And for that, I apologize or congratulate, not sure.

The auction was fun. I’ll expound when it’s a little more of a memory.

In the shoe aisle of Target late one night last week, my heart got a breather. A respite from all that’s been going on. I’ll tell you one thing about living by yourself- there is an unfortunate amount of self-reflection and self-torture with no one to interrupt. Thank you, Jennifer Battles, for interrupting. Just to talk over what’s been going on with someone besides myself, and those closest to the situations, is good. Real good. Especially when you also get to try on sparkly flip-flops.

Ready for a less than profound thought that you have probably already learned?


Freedom doesn’t come from doing whatever you want as much as you want; freedom is the ABILITY to do whatever you want as much as you want but CHOOSING not to. I’m relearning this everyday.

A parent asked me yesterday if I was going to cry on the last day of school. FYI- teachers are SO busy the last 3 days with the kids, that we aren’t sad then. We’re sad now, watching our kids everyday, do the everyday things, and knowing that the minutes are slowly ticking away.

I bought a blender. I make smoothies for breakfast.

I forget how much I enjoy the music of the Foo Fighters until I see a clip of them from SNL on this awesome recap show on NBC right now.

I think I may be tired of being blond. So don’t be shocked if you see some sort of mousy brown haired girl coming toward you and then realizing it’s me.

Sometimes it is just as healing and spiritual to be in a home where you are loved as it is to be at church. Banana quesadillas. “Night at the Museum”. I experienced God there on Carmain Lane tonight. Thank y’all.

A few of us are taking a travel writing class. Check Ryan’s blog for a true summary. It’s really nice to have a reason to write. I’m hoping and praying that this class was be a real return to writing for me.

Pray for Brad and Amanda’s boy, Nathan. They invested A LOT of time and love in us as students at FUMC Marietta in the 90s- now we can attempt to repay them in prayer.

This picture just makes me happy. I hope it does the same for you. The flowers look kind, if that’s a word you can use to describe photos.

By the way, this is my 100th post on this blog. I have no witty comment for that. It’s just a fact, people. Take it or leave it.

Goodnight. Ping-pong brain signing off. 🙂

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