I'm sorry.

I had to.

I moved.

I'll see you there!  

Home is good for my blogging. It's such a hard place to be and lonesome that it makes me think a lot and it's about the only way I use up my words for the day.

I don't know any other house that has 6 bottles of bbq sauce in the refridgerator.

Home is hard. There are so many memories. All the times I've driven down my road and stopped to look at the ( Read more... )

Indy. I really loved Indy. It was an awesome city. I may also love it because I had some deep(ish) thoughts while in the fair city. I was at a National Missionary Convention in Indy last week and here's one of the things I thought about. Obviously the homeless around the downtown area can tell when there is a conference or convention going on. Did ( Read more... )

I'm getting restless and I still have 3 days left in Carbondale. I'm doomed ( Read more... )

It seems like I would have learned by now to not be rude to people at work because I'll probably run into them outside of work...

There should be sparks flying (you'll get that later!) for the connection just made. I'll have to type this all out so that you really get it.

I came home after Bible study and turned on a movie about 2 girls who were prosecuted for drug smuggling into Thailand (Brokedown Palace).

It initally caught my attention because of Thailand and Erin spent ( Read more... )

"I can't wait till we're all in heaven and you're calling the shots in the kitchen....make sure there's always dessert, okay?"

Of course! I've got you covered! I just need to know how to make Fudgy Cookie Bars!

Thinking about starting a blog on another site...

When I was home in June the smoke alarm was chirping for a new battery.

It’s still chirping.

Does that help you figure out why I am the way I am?

“You can’t go home again.” It’s so true. I’m here, and this is where I grew up, but it’s not quite home anymore. Not only has my room been deJen-ed, but other things are changing. My dad ( Read more... )

The Boy's Club has always intrigued me. These guys get together, play games, laugh, and bond. If only girls were that simple. I've always admired the few females who get invited into the Boy's Clubhouse. Obviously they were seen as fun enough and cool enough and not too uptight.

Tonight, I was invited into the Boy’s Clubhouse. Let me tell you, I ( Read more... )