autumn is coming. the evening winds are getting chilly. i smelled burning charcoal in the air today.

you know what that means?

time for a camping trip!

sitting here listening to a lil’ jack johnson…

thinking about…

summer ending.

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)


Donut holes…sans the actual donuts. I was trying to get the frying process down before I moved on to a more difficult shape.

The inside looks like a heart!


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


my gypsy feet are itching to travel…

Yes, I have inherited my mother’s gypsy feet. I am home for one day and I get restless to go out and do something. This evening after dinner mom suggested I go for a drive through the country (doesn’t that sound charming!) to practice my driving. The windows were down, wind blowing my hair, sunset drifting behind the horizon. On the way home I pulled the van over and turned off the lights, staring up at the stars I saw an airplane light blinking its way across the sky. My feet started itchin’.
I’ve been on an airplane several times before, but not enough times for it to become a mundane task. Airplane rides ooze with mystery and excitement. A sense of independence, going by myself. A sense of adventure, as I think about my destination.
I crave adventure.
No, not sword fighting/pirate ship kind of adventure. But the going to new places and trying new things adventure. We were driving to Georgia a couple of weeks ago, and I saw a woman driving next to us. Her car was packed full with boxes, pillows and books. A floor lamp stretched from the back seat to the front, and her passenger seat was occupied by a potted plant. I imagined her starting over. Driving into complete unknown. That takes a different kind of bravery than the knights of the round table. But its bravery nonetheless. She was going on an adventure.

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. :)

Happy moments, praise God,
Difficult moments, seek God,
Quiet moments, worship God,
Painful moments, trust God,
Every moment, thank God.

i need to get back to running…

For a while there I was up and running every morning. It was awesome, actually. My adrenaline pumping, morning mist and dew seeping in and through the trees, the thump of my feet hitting the pavement matching the beat of the song playing on my mp3.

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

“Running is a big question mark that’s there each and every day. It asks you, ‘Are you going to be a wimp or are you going to be strong today?'”
– Peter Maher, Canadian marathon runner

Lately, I’ve been a wimp, but its time to buckle down and get going. I’ll be glad. I hope.