Month: August 2009

If you happen to be one of the people who has attempted communication with me recently and heard nothing in reply, I AM SO SORRY.  I owe you a more personal apology at some point – but for now, I am just trying to dig myself out. Sometimes, all we can do just has to…

As inspired by a solo-hiking trip in East Tennessee on Saturday. When you come to a fork in the road, and one sign points to “scenic overlook” and the other points to “short cut,” take the short cut.  There’s a chance that the scenic overlook will be spectacular – but then again, it may just…

I don’t always believe that Jesus loves me – even though the bible tells me so. Oh, I know that Jesus loves me – in a “whole world in his hands” kind of way.  But do I believe that he loves ME?  That he sees ME?  That seems impossible. It’s this thorn in my side,…

When I got home from work last night, the power was out.  It didn’t come back on for 15 hours.  FIFTEEN HOURS.  Right as I was walking out the door for work this morning, all of the lights kicked on – so then, I had to put down my purse, put down my Vera Bradley…

Speaking of entertainment… not that we were, but let’s do…* – – – – – – – – I cannot get enough “Friday Night Lights.” I have never so badly wanted to be a) a Texan, b) a football fan, or c) named Tami Taylor… sadly, none of which I will ever be. This show…

Last night, I dreamed that I was driving a logging truck in an ice storm – storms aside, I am fairly certain that truck-driving would be my ideal vocation.  When I finally arrived home in Montrose, Colorado, safe and sound, someone knocked on my door.  I opened it to find a man standing in the…

No drugs required. I have 5 different possible directions to take this post, all of which are saved as fragments of Word documents on my desktop.  I have been trying to write for days, but quite frankly, everything that is coming out is baloney.  All I can do is stare at the wall. Y’all, I…

I love to send cards in the mail.  I am always on the lookout for witty, pithy, quotable cards – and when I find a good one, I buy it, regardless of whether I have someone to send it to or not.  Sooner or later, a situation warranting the card is bound to arise. About…

I’m back on Facebook. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it’s already stressing me out again. Love/hate, Facebook.  Love/hate. See you around the Wall.  Sigh.

Let me just get it out: I feel like a terrible blogger these days. Okay, now I feel better. – – – – – – – – Saturday is the 6th annual Tomato Art Fest in East Nashville.  This is of note for 3 reasons: 1)    Sound the trumpets: I am making my triumphant return…