Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Abed and Troy will always make me laugh.
And you should definitely watch this show. Check it out... New season starts Thursday, September 23 at 8/7c on NBC.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Bring on the Fall!
I'm in Mankato, MN,and I can't tell you how much I love today.
It's sixty-five degrees, sunny with blue skies and cool air. I'm on a college campus where the first-week-of-school buzz is still in the air, and I'm having my meetings in a glass room overlooking the center of campus. On top of it all, I'm wearing one of my favorite outfits (black skirt and yellow shirt with a green-teal chunky necklace and kitten heals). :) Even with these simple things, life is certainly good!
Now, what's for lunch?
It's sixty-five degrees, sunny with blue skies and cool air. I'm on a college campus where the first-week-of-school buzz is still in the air, and I'm having my meetings in a glass room overlooking the center of campus. On top of it all, I'm wearing one of my favorite outfits (black skirt and yellow shirt with a green-teal chunky necklace and kitten heals). :) Even with these simple things, life is certainly good!
Now, what's for lunch?
Saturday, August 21, 2010
People-watching at its finest
Airports are such a crazy place, aren't they? I mean, where else do hundreds of people gather just for the sake of traveling for hundreds of miles - for business and pleasure alike? There are happy hellos, tearful goodbyes, laptops galore, and more Starbucks cups than some cities probably produce in a week. It sure is fun to people-watch here.
You never know what sorts of people you'll see. On my first trip of the semester, it was a load of [roudy] debate team kids, two of which I had the pleasure of sitting next to on the 2-hour flight. Last week, it was a tiny kid dragging a suitcase twice his size followed by his parents watching in amusement. Then, it was an older gent jamming out to what sounded like Bob Marley as he waited to board. Today, I saw a 20-something man carrying a huge pink Vera Bradley bag. (OK, clearly it was his wife's, but still...)
You get my drift. I think I should start a photo journal about it. Much like this blog which cracks me up.
You never know what sorts of people you'll see. On my first trip of the semester, it was a load of [roudy] debate team kids, two of which I had the pleasure of sitting next to on the 2-hour flight. Last week, it was a tiny kid dragging a suitcase twice his size followed by his parents watching in amusement. Then, it was an older gent jamming out to what sounded like Bob Marley as he waited to board. Today, I saw a 20-something man carrying a huge pink Vera Bradley bag. (OK, clearly it was his wife's, but still...)
You get my drift. I think I should start a photo journal about it. Much like this blog which cracks me up.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Turkana
I miss this place.
I miss the people, the quiet, the sand, and the trampoline I read on each night before bed. I miss the peace I felt, the faith I saw, and the life experienced. The only thing I don't miss is the distance from my family. Maybe I'll just have to take them with me next time...
I miss the people, the quiet, the sand, and the trampoline I read on each night before bed. I miss the peace I felt, the faith I saw, and the life experienced. The only thing I don't miss is the distance from my family. Maybe I'll just have to take them with me next time...
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Crush
Monday, August 9, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Home is nice.
I just wrapped up a nice family dinner and evening celebrating my dad's birthday.
Sometimes, I wish we could all still live at home to have these nights more often.
But then again, I appreciate growing up, and I realize that the time between these memorable get-togethers makes them that much more sweet.
Sometimes, I wish we could all still live at home to have these nights more often.
But then again, I appreciate growing up, and I realize that the time between these memorable get-togethers makes them that much more sweet.
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