God on facebook

Speaking of God as the great caretaker, on the new not-as-good facebook you know how each interest, musician, etc. has their own page? Well, first of all, it's annoying.

Second of all, if you list God as an interest, it links to God's page, and this is his picture.

Who chose this? Look at his furrowed brow and wind-blown cloud-beard! Strange, and unlike any caretaker I've ever known. But if God has a beard, I guess it could be made out of clouds.

Maybe when he was making clouds he thought, "I will make these look like my beard." 

recap, and then some

You know you had a good weekend when you ate gelato two nights in a row.

And then popsicles the next day.

go summer! go summer! go go, go summer!

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Cool treats aside, the weekend was full of burgers (seriously, two meals. no shame.), this guy, and particularly sweet church. 

Despite overwhelming moments of fear, loneliness and defeat, God takes great care. And today when the moments of fear, loneliness and defeat are especially overwhelming and continuous, I am thankful for a simple reminder. We have to take care of each other, and point each other to God as the great caretaker --I am learning there is just no other way. I rejoice for my friend that really should be called sister and for weekends of pointing. 

get out of town!

Well world, I am headed off to Atlanta this weekend where I will be eating burgers and licking popsicles with Meg and (hopefully!) T. At risk of stating the obvious, can I just say that I am seriously looking forward it?

Last night while I was babysitting half a dozen children and folding laundry (it's a glamorous life I'm leading here in Greenville) I was chatting about the day's events with megs on the phone when I had to break up a wedgie fight between two of the boys. It was a strange (very strange) Lost-style flash forward to the days of child rearing* which I hope will still include debriefing each other on every single unimportant detail of the past 24 hours, and laughing about the wit and ironies of each.

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During that conversation we also talked about how eating ice cream every day forever is part of our life philosophy. Also included in my life philosophy are; eating cookies for breakfast and calling them scones and making impulsive fiscal decisions that include purses with STRIPES AND BOWS!

from Freshly Picked ; spotted on you are my fave

gush, gush gush. 

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Speaking of gushing, for the past 48 hours Emily Lewis and I have being exchanging Sylvia Plath quotes that are particularly true, cynical and relevant to our lives. Ones that stick in my memory are,

"I'm supposed to be having the time of my life."

"If there's anything I look down on, it's a man in a blue outfit."

and the kicker...

"There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings." **

Who doesn't love a good prosy nothing?

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*, ** sometimes I write things on the blog and as I'm typing them, I think to myself 'I really shouldn't be blogging about this,' but then I click POST anyway. These are two examples.

yo-pro

things that aren't happening to me in the office.

...alas, we don't even have a copy room, not to mention a Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

take me back

to lake tahoe

 

this makes me want to go back. found via rifle

sometimes...

...life happens and I don't write about it on here. Time goes by, more life happens and suddenly I am paralyzed by the overwhelming amount of content that I want to document. In recent days, that has happened.

Also, in recent days, I went to Europe. It was absolutely delightful and one day, I will go back. Unfortunately for both you (whoever you are) and I, I don't have pictures from the trip. My caring, loving dad strongly encouraged me to leave my camera at home*, so in a weak moment of feeling insecure about my misplacing-important-things-problem**, I decided to leave it behind, safe and sound in suburban atlanta. Part of me wants to be bitter about the whole thing, but I do appreciate the fact that my camera isn't being sold off in some european pawn shop by the mediterranean predators who would have taken it from my side satchel...or from one of the many cafe's I may have left it in. 

I also think that maybe, just maybe, it was kind of nice to be able to "see the world through both my eyes" (wise words) while watching this kind of sunset in Santorini, eating the most lovely, delicious food in Rome, and walking around corners like this in Florence.

So I didn't come back with pictures. But, I did come back with stories...Many, many stories. AND, best of all, mini honey jars that I stole from our hotel in London. Miniature jars!! How could I resist? 

May I also mention that Holly just referred to herself as an "irrational love beast" in a gchat conversation. Rawr. 

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*same day he bought me a yellow rape whistle and made me buy a gray water bottle over green, to draw less attention to myself, obviously.

**in recent times this problem has gotten quite better but today i really blew it. the small incident involved me driving someone else's car (who i had just met) from athens, ga to greenville, sc to retrieve my car keys. one day, when i'm older and more responsible, i will have at least 5 sets of car keys for such occasions.

yogurt

Yes, I am about to blog about yogurt.

Because I am rash and overly-opinionated, there is long list of things that I scoffed at upon first encounter and then later came to love (twitter, distressed cropped skinny jeans, yoga, to name a few).

And folks, today I am here to tell you that there is an addition to that list. Greek yogurt. It. is. delicious. So delicious, in fact, that this morning, one bowl was not enough. Who goes back for seconds in breakfast? Now, I have never been a huge yogurt lover, so it wasn't that I was offended by Greek yogurt like I was by distressed cropped skinny jeans or still am by maple syrup. We had more of a neutral relationship, similar to my relationship with oatmeal, raisins, cars and the way mechanical things work.

Not anymore! I was forced to eat it one morning while I was in Huntsville the week after graduation because there were no english muffins left. Cue love affair.

These are things I'm sure you are dying to know. Happy tuesday! I promise pictures of life in Greenville soon, speaking of love affairs.

(Have I mentioned that I got a new camera for graduation? I did. But lemme tell you. It is hard to take pictures when you do most things alone. Have I resorted to taking solo shots? Not yet... but I wouldn't count it out.)