Hello friend, been a long time. Not really but it just seems like it's been a long time, and the appearance of distance is enough to make me feel neglectful. The interweb of America told me so. Things that have happened since the last time I blogged:
Robin and I made Leslie the best/worst care package to ever be mailed. We deserve high fives and/or smacks upside the head. Anyone want a Misty cigarette?
Josh and I got Mamacita's burritos and drove up to Craggy Gardens to watch the sunset. It was imperfect and a moment of time I pray will never lose it's sweetness. That is what I love about summer: memories imperfect and delicious. Like homegrown fruit.
Took car in to have transmission rebuilt. Do not pass go, do not collect any money, but give away a lot. Car once again really, really fun to drive.
Flew to VA for Amber and Mark's wedding. God bless open bars and gin and tonics, cuz that was a HOT evening. I did actually cheer and fist pump when they were pronounced; that should happen at more weddings. Another chock full visit to the LoCo—time out driving around with my oldest sister in the 1987 F-150 pickup that was my first car that my Dad still keeps around, dinner with Dad and Lori, riding back roads with Amy Jones, drinks with the Bafton, a brief visit with Romano, some quality time on Natalie's couch, etc. Stayed with Michelle and Dave; I'm truly blessed.
Learning the sweetness and love involved in discipline. Understanding lines and boundaries are meant to be out of love, not out of spite. Mulling over Hebrews 12:12-13. “Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. Make level paths for your feet, so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed.” Trying to make level paths.
Still no idea what I'm doing for work in, oh, three weeks. Any suggestions?
Sustained drama in one's life is a choice. Choose no.
Would punch you in the face for a chicken biscuit right now. Sorry, honest craving.
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I mean, how much do I love thee Spooner? Let me count the ways...
I loved my package, which is what we will be counting:
1. The Jesus Candle. You can never have too many of these things around.
2. The box of Misty's with three cigs missing. Just enough to make them nice and stale so I can't sell them in the smoking pit during Capernaum week.
3. The BFF socks. Be still my heart.
4. THe box of Flan that I gave to the Hispanic couple on our assignment. They have never made the stuff.
5. The porcupine that broke en route and split into a million pieces all throughout the box.
6. The temporary tattoos that I plan to put on my daughters back before we go to the pool tomorrow.
7. The potted meat-yummo
8. Shady Oaks Trailer Park Lip Balm-mmmhmmm
9. The four bottles of minature alchohol that a work crew kid reached in and picked out at the summer office because he was watching me open this delicious box of goodness.
I can't wait to get home and see your face!
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