you know what that means?
time for a camping trip!
the fiddler on the roof musical auditions coming up. i’m auditioning, and i seriously need to practice.
babysitting tomorrow morning.
practicing the guitar. its very difficult to transition from ukulele to guitar, written down, the chords are the same. but on the instrument itself, they are extremely different. the D on a guitar is exactly the same as the G on ukulele. go figure.
party on friday.
the inescapable fact that i am inheriting my parents’ obnoxious dance moves. this is what happens when you’re the last child at home.
pretty much loving life.
(why yes, I was raised by hippies)
They were cake donuts, not raised, so the donuts were a little more rustic and crispy. I sprinkled powdered sugar on top. Delicious.
We gave all the donut holes to my dad’s survey crew – donuts are not something we need to have sitting around the house for me to stuff my face with. lol
Ok, enough of this rambling.
In essence, I love to travel, and right now, I’m just dying to jump on an airplane or into a gorgeous convertible and see where it takes me.
But for now, with true joy in being where the Lord wants me to be right now, I’ll go put the dishes away, clean up my room and go to bed. With the possibility of an adventure hiding away for another day. :)
Mmm…makes me want to get out there again.
Tell me that tomorrow morning when my alarm is going off and I’m warm and cozy in my bed.
I’m not a big fan of running, never have been, but that’s what makes me want to keep going. I want to prove to myself that I can.
“You have to wonder at times what you’re doing out there. Over the years, I’ve given myself a thousand reasons to keep running, but it always comes back to where it started. It comes down to self-satisfaction and a sense of achievement.”
– Steve Prefontaine
Lately, I’ve been a wimp, but its time to buckle down and get going. I’ll be glad. I hope.