Stranger.

Well howdy, stranger. I don't really feel like blogging actually...GASP. Actually, I don't really care much about blogging today.
I have a feeling the blog cops are gonna hunt me down for blasphemy.

A little recap of the last couple weeks.

We went to a WNBA game today-yahoo.

Things with God are going A-OK. I mean there've been bumps but He's pulling me through. I can't wait to see what my Friend has in store.
Comment on this post with questions and comments about Him, I love to share about my awesome, awesome God (although I know not nearly enough about such an immense God :)

I've been watching lots of movies...eating WAY too much...

I'm awfully saddened by Jon and Kate's divorce.

And have I mentioned that God is so cool? :)

Hmph.

Oh, how I miss home...

Ah..

Another day at the pool.

Tanner, thankfully.

I don't have much to write about, I'm too bored to think straight. Although it has been a good day. And for the record, this is day twelve.

Vintage

There's something so classy and unique about the past. I've always had such an interest in the culture and styles of the past, mainly the 1900's. There's something so authentic about old pictures and such. Gah! I just can't get enough of it. And lately I've been so excited to visit garage sales and charities! It's all old stuff-cheap-but so grand! The other day I bought this huge broach and necklace at the local charity and it looks so legitimate...because it IS. If you go to stores like Urban Outfitters and Anthropologie, you find the same looking stuff. Only it's around $30 more and it's not actually vintage. It's just manufactured in 2009 like the rest of the world.
Today's society is so...modern and just tacky. There's nothing classic about it. Nothing that our grandkids will say "Wow, that's really special...". Why? Because we all run around in short shorts and slut suits. There isn't any respect. There are no "customs" because America is more like Americhinaindimiddleast. So what trends are we setting to look back on? We're borrowing from pretty much every decade in the 20th century. This is a bummer.

Wowzers!

So far today I have...
Been to my grandmother's house.
Visited a garage sale.
Bought a $3 Colombian purse [really great].
Eaten a bowl of Froot Loops.
Eaten a Quarter Pounder with cheese.
...it's only 12:29pm

Still on today's to-do's...
Visit with the dog trainer
Meet my sister's friend, Jeff
Find a new Colombian purse for my sister

Good ol' Millie

[Mildred and I around 2 weeks ago attending our First Communion]

I have a faithful friend! Mildred, whata keeper! My second contact with the outside world!

Thank goodness for good friends! Boy do I miss 'em

Don't wake me up.

For the last 3 nights, I've gotten into bed excited. Why?
To dream.
And when I wake up in the morning, I stay in bed an extra hour so I can keep dreaming.
This is going to sound uber cheesy and lame, but dreaming is where I meet my friends. I hang out with Jim in my dreams and I have so much fun. I don't know how else to put this...but dreaming is the highlight of my day! It's really sad to wake up and know that you're actually awake. No more friends. No more Jim. Just family. Just life.
I don't know why I miss him so much. I came to the conclusion that he clearly does not long for me as I do for him. Hence my obsessive nature. Today driving near his neighborhood, I searched out the window intently, hoping to see him and his friends walking down the road.
Trying to make the most of life is getting kinda dull. God and I had a really cool time yesterday. This morning I was kinda not too into it. And I don't want to be worn down so soon. He fills me with joy And all I feel right now is bored and lonely.

I guess I'll just leave life for the dreams.

It's a new day!

Yahoo. Yipee.
Yeehawww. Kalabunga..
Woohoo!
People can not bring me downn! :)
I miss Jim, but it's a new day!
I feel like breaking out in a hymn. Something along the line of
Glory glory hallelujah

Vehicles.

Yep, it's day 4. WOOT.

I applied for a job. Although belaying kids on a rock wall when I barely weigh anything doesn't seem probable. So no job for me. Welcome to my life...

I also was granted the right to drive for the day. My positive attitude from this morning was squashed when I almost got hit 3 times in our honking SUV. My teenage robot...life.

525,600 minutes.

525,000 moments so dear.

525,600 minutes. How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?

Yep. I just broke out in showtunes.