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My friends had a housewarming party last night. While I know the connotation of “housewarming” does not mean that the house has to be warm, the rising temperatures in that house gave made me consider this. It was, thankfully, not warm enough to cause me to…um…glisten. Two minutes after arriving to the party, a friend and I ascended the stairs to the loft. This actually turned out to be somebody’s bedroom. But how were we to know, for there was no bed. (Which begs the question, can it be referred to as a “ BED room” if there is no, you know, bed?) I sank into a comfy leather couch with my friend and we had one of those good conversations, the long kind is filled with story telling, poking fun, catching up. Eventually we descended back to the main part of the house. It was crowded and there were a few tight circles of conversation spattered about the small living room. I wedged my way into the largest of the circles and soon found fingers pointing in my direction. “Okay,” said they, afte

Francesca, the daughter of my very dear friend Sharon, falls right between Alex and Lauren agewise. Some mornings, I will ring Sharon and invite her to an impromptu playdate. Almost all of our playdates are impromptu. Alex and Lauren get quite excited when I ask them if they would like me to call Francesa's mommy. Today, I was on the phone with Sharon and I heard a resounding excited squeal on the other side of the conversation. Since this squeal was not Sharon, I can only take this to mean that Francesca also gets quite excited with the prospect of coming over and playing with my lovely charges. But then what happens? These darn kids have several very loud and tearful tiffs. 'Tis so frustrating. When this happens, Sharon and I send them outside (somehow playgrounds resolve problems) and talk, sometimes about deeper topics, but more often than not we go from dealing with the frustrating children in our lives to talking about the frustrating men in our lives.

call it coincidence call it divine providence whatever i call it extra think time think think think be cool without playing it cool who needs mind games anyway

Stolen from Missy ... 1. Do you like blue cheese salad dressing? No, never. 2. Have you ever smoked heroin? Ditto. 3. Do you own a gun? Um...a glue gun? 4. What's your favorite drink at Starbucks? Caramel breve latte. 5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Only if I'm afraid I might get bad news. 6. What do you think of hot dogs? I like hot dogs. I like corn dogs too. I do not really care how unsophisticated that may be. 7. Favorite Christmas song? Happy Xmax (War Is Over) by John Lennon & Yoko Ono, Snoopy vs. The Red Baron (Snoopy's Christmas) by The Royal Guardsmen, Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) by Death Cab For Cutie, Love Came Down At Christmas by Jars of Clay. I couldn't pick just one... 8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Tea or coffee depending on my mood. 9. Can you do push ups? A few... 10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My pearls. 11. Favorite hobby? Dancing. 12. Do you have A.D.D.? Nope 13. What's

Today at bible study, the subject we were talking about was really great. Something someone said stirred in me to write about it. But now all I can think about it how I would like a Mister Darcy of my own. *swoon* Lizzy: Did I just agree to dance with Mr. Darcy? Charlotte: I dare say you will find him amiable. Lizzy: It would be most inconvenient since I have sworn to loathe him for all eternity.

One of the things that excited me most about moving in with other girls was the other girls. I was very eager to experience that whole "roommate" experience that everyone else, it seems, has gone through at least once in their lifetime. What must it be like, I wondered, to come home and have friends there to hang out with? While it hasn't really been quite what I thought it would be, I do like my roommates and the whole housing situation. Since I moved to my new shared abode, my social life has gotten exponentially busier. It was because new found time and new found activities. I have standing events each night of the week except for Friday and Saturday. I am one of those types that love to be busy and surrounded by friends but every once in a while, needs a night or two spent hauling up alone in the bedroom reading books and grazing on snack foods. This week, I have been so social that the idea of having to spend time with other people at the moment does not stir a singl

So, last week a dear friend who knows my penchant for pink Starburst gave me a bag full and it is going down in the record books as one of the most thoughtful gifts ever.

Mister Postman Mister Postman, look and see Oh yeah If there's a letter in your bag for me Please, Please Mister Postman Why's it takin' such a long time

I am currently trudging through a devotional book right now. I refuse to tell you the title of the book because it is a dumb title despite the fact that there is great content within. I say that I am trudging through it because it is quite difficult for me to wake up and do devotions. I rather enjoy them--it is the extra sleep that perhaps causes confusion. I have sadly tricked myself into thinking that that time is my time. Pffft... That time is not mine nor is this very moment. They are all His and I really should just give them to him. However, I digress. In my book this morning it talked about things that we are really great at and/or are passionate about. There are a few things, I suppose, with which I have been blessed to be talented. But really, the question is do I use these things to glorify God? This also goes back to the sermon I heard at church on Sunday. Instead of funneling everything back to ME ME ME!!! do I point it all back to HIM? Do I glorify God on the dance floor?

After having the Garden State Soundtrack on repeat for a few days, I swapped it out for a Dashboard Confessional CD on my way home from work today. It has become a proverbial muse for me and every other song brings to mind some sort of topic that would make for an interesting blog. This is quite nice because I feel I have been lacking interesting blogs lately. And, really, what is the point of blogging if all of your posts are boring and you lose your readers. Or worse, you have people that consistently come back to your blog out of pity and skim the posts. These skimmers do not really care what you have to say (and that is fine, I suppose, if that is you) but they feel they have some sort of obligation to keep up with your latest posts. So, this is me, apologizing, for having posted boring blogs. Despite the boring text, I hope you have been enjoying the photography--particularly birdie and summer daisy . But I did not intend on staying up late to write about writing (or photos, as

Davis's 1st birthday is tomorrow. For their birthdays, I get the kids clothes and books. Toys come at Christmas time. Apparently, giving clothes and books makes me a lame nanny--oh well. ^_^ Anyway, how cute is this shirt? Not only is this cute, but it is also quite apt. Davis is a very happy baby and always smiling at everyone. He makes my life way easier.

Guess who didn't look at her camera once today? Sheesh. I spent the morning stuffing envelopes for Supergreen and then headed to Katie's for lunch. Good conversation. Good advice. Leftover pizza. Sweet. After lunch I headed to Simpsonville to help Janet drop a car off at the airport for when MomBoss & DadBoss get home. Then I headed up to my parents' house to work on my new regalia. It's super pretty. I love my new dance shawl. I'm trying to make nice jewelry to match and none of my attempts are working. Anyway. Busy day. I'm exhausted. I'll take a photo tomorrow, I promise. Oh, and certain aspects of life are a constant source of befuddlement. Yay. A plus? I bought some Death Cab For Cutie music of iTunes today. That makes me happy. I'm in the middle of reading "For Women Only" and trying to get my head around how guys think. So, I'm going to tackle another chapter. More on the book later--it's rather interesting.

I need to be up early to make the big bucks and really should be in bed by now. But I was checking my email and while I'm online, I've just gotta say: this whole "no tomato" thing is really ruining my pizza.

This time with Sarah and Ali. ^_^

Took this picture downtown after the Scottish parade. It was pretty cool. The dogs in kilts were way cute--but the best picture I took is the one of the bird eating dropped popcorn.

About 11 months ago, I decided that I would remain single until mid-February 2008. I met Calvin a.k.a. Spartacus in November and, well, the plan failed. Last April, I decided that I was going to remain single for an undetermined amount of time. I have since changed my mind and decided that I need to set myself an end-date goal. Summer '08, then, is my single season. Sharon tells me that when I say this, it sometimes sounds like all I am trying to do is keep my options open. This is not all I am trying to do. I'm trying to form deeper friendships without letting my ridiculously silly and often overactive emotions get in the way. They do that. A lot. Here is the thing: finding a guy is not the problem. Waiting on the right guy to whom God is leading me? That's my problem. I am sticking to my guns (with HIS help, of course).