Life

I’m a humongous fan of New Years Resolutions, although I can’t think of one that I’ve ever actually accomplished.  I think that my issue is the fact that I think up these lofty, abstract goals, like “do nicer things,” or “pray more,” or, you know, my constant companion and perennial favorite, “be hot.” 2011, though? …

“Can I put the arm rest up?” “Sure.” [spilling over into my seat]  “I’m still a big girl.  But I’ve lost over 200 lbs.” “Wow – that’s incredible!  Congratulations – what an accomplishment.” “No more seat-belt expander for me.” [high-five with a 70-year old woman, initiated by yours truly] “I’m Pat, by the way, and…

This is the week, the one that happens every December, the one that I always tell myself that I’ll do differently next year but I never do. It’s the week before Christmas, which always seems to be busier than the week of Christmas.  Parties, people, events, high heels, big hair, sugar, wine, beer, money that…

I am so glad that Facebook did not exist when I was in high school.  That would have been a complete gong show. – – – – – – – – Night two of recording last night.  The boys – that would be Miles, Jairo, and Art, all of whom have remarkable hair – sound…

I’m baaaaaack… I missed you.  I missed blogging.  Blogging is the only fool-proof way to make sure that someone pays attention to me every day. Just kidding!  People pay attention to me when I steal, too. I made a video, but I’ve been having technological troubles of the worst degree, so it’s fuzzy.  Sorry.  My…

With my Netflix membership, I wind up watching a lot of crappy movies.  “Noble Things” was awful.  “Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist” made me want to gouge my eyeballs out.  “Billy: The Early Years of Billy Graham” was the hokiest thing I’ve ever seen.  “The Invention of Lying” was I CAN’T EVEN TALK ABOUT IT….

In the past week, a lot of life has happened. I got two different phone calls reporting engagements, and one reporting a suicide.  I had my soul fed by nourishing, true words – and I had my feelings hurt by a single thoughtless sentence.  I felt pretty and then I felt ugly and then I…

I’m a creature of habit, a woman of routine.  I take comfort in consistency.  I like knowing what is “for sure” and to be counted on.  When I show up somewhere, I want to be prepared, to know what to expect, to be ready. Are you like that? When you show up here on Fridays,…

Yesterday: up at 4am, back to Denver, so sick I can’t even talk about it Today: out of bed, to work, caught up Tonight: a little better (I hope), a full night’s sleep (I hope) Tomorrow: happy (I hope), back to blogging (I hope)

In junior high youth group, we would occasionally sit in an awkward circle where each person was supposed to take a turn praying out loud.  When it was your turn, if you didn’t want to pray, you would squeeze the hand of the person sitting next to you. Skip, please. Well, that’s what Friday just…