FRIDAY FIVE
1. When did you last have occasion to march anywhere?
March....hmmm... Probably the last time I "marched" would have been while I was a teacher's aide at a preschool...
2. What kind of hula-hooper are you?
Absolutely dreadful!
3. What kind of madness is most likely to infect you this weekend?
Soccer madness! My son's first game is this weekend and it's a double header! We have commenced to talking about soccer almost all the time right now!
4. Under what circumstances this past week might you have had reason to shout, “SCORE!”
This past week??? Ummm... I haven't :( So sad I know!
5. When did you last inadvertently dribble, drool, or otherwise let liquid escape your mouth while trying to keep it in?
While I slept for sure...I'm a drooler. Gross, but true.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
I LOVE ILLINOIS WEATHER
Go ahead, hate me. I can take it. But I LOVE Illinois weather. I do. I love how it changes constantly. I love how one day you can have your windows open and be wearing shorts and the next day you are turning the heater on and wearing your winter coat. It is one of the greatest parts of living in Illinois. I really don't know why I love the changing weather--but I do. Always have! So there. Illinois--I like your wacky weather so just keep it up!
Go ahead, hate me. I can take it. But I LOVE Illinois weather. I do. I love how it changes constantly. I love how one day you can have your windows open and be wearing shorts and the next day you are turning the heater on and wearing your winter coat. It is one of the greatest parts of living in Illinois. I really don't know why I love the changing weather--but I do. Always have! So there. Illinois--I like your wacky weather so just keep it up!
Monday, March 21, 2011
I HURT
I have that all over kind of hurt going on. Not physical--emotional/mental. But it feels physical. That's why I haven't been writing. I don't even know how to express myself really. I can't even really give you specific reasons why I hurt. I just do. I'm tired of hurting. I'm tired of picking myself up and forcing myself to keep moving forward. I'm tired of dealing with everything that keeps coming my way. I'm tired of realizing that I honestly don't have a clue to many of the things that I am facing -- I don't have the answers. And if I'm being really honest, I'm tired of asking God and not receiving an answer. In some ways I feel like a 2 year old who decides to sit down and is not getting up--I want to shake my fist at God and stomp my feet and say "I'm not moving one more step until you explain to me what is going on." I'm tired of faking it. I'm tired of putting on a plastic smile and murmuring the right words. That's what I'm thinking. Not pretty I know, but it's real.
I have that all over kind of hurt going on. Not physical--emotional/mental. But it feels physical. That's why I haven't been writing. I don't even know how to express myself really. I can't even really give you specific reasons why I hurt. I just do. I'm tired of hurting. I'm tired of picking myself up and forcing myself to keep moving forward. I'm tired of dealing with everything that keeps coming my way. I'm tired of realizing that I honestly don't have a clue to many of the things that I am facing -- I don't have the answers. And if I'm being really honest, I'm tired of asking God and not receiving an answer. In some ways I feel like a 2 year old who decides to sit down and is not getting up--I want to shake my fist at God and stomp my feet and say "I'm not moving one more step until you explain to me what is going on." I'm tired of faking it. I'm tired of putting on a plastic smile and murmuring the right words. That's what I'm thinking. Not pretty I know, but it's real.
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