leftovers

hey guys!  i’m back!  did you miss me?!
ha….that’s a silly question.  of course you did!

well, here i am.  at least for now…for this moment.  i make no promises yet.
but i will say, the fact that my mind has started thinking in blog form again is a good sign for us all.

the past few months have been full of all kinds of things that distracted me from sharing sweet nothings. things like…
~ending my job and packing up 7 years of teaching shtuff to put in my garage,
~being ok with being sad over saying goodbye to 15 little darlings and other relationships,
~eating the veggies from my garden (like monster pumpkin zucchini),
~road tripping to jersey with john and the little boys (wishing i had my go girl with me to give me equal powers),
~poolside, stress-relieving, sun-embracing, non-stop talking hh with my girls,
~getting back into the student groove,
~whining that my finger is STILL not fully recovered (that’s right, i can’t even snap!),
~beating my brother at scramble (helping me pretend i’m not actually at the bottom of that game’s food chain),
~realizing i can’t and don’t have to worry myself over other people’s behavior (yes, word of the year, i haven’t forgotten you!),
~more than enjoying the asian invasion that fills my time (including the visit from yogi!!!!),
and, best of all,
~continuing to learn more about how to rest, delight in, and share God’s perfect grace and love.

ok…i think i’ve rambled on sufficiently for you to feel like i’m truly back. (you know you missed my wordiness too!)

so i get to my point.

this morning, i cooked me up some delicious, healthy-ish french toast.  as i was finishing it up, there was a little leftover egg and this always makes me happy.  i cook it up in the pan and revel in its yumminess.  it was gooooood.

however, it made me recall a breakfasty leftover that i despise.
leftover cereal milk.

YUCK!

for the longest time, i ate my cereal dry and it wasn’t cause i didn’t like it wet.  i actually thought the milk was a nice touch.  it was the drinking of the leftover milk that put me over the edge.  ugh…soggy floaties waiting to be swallowed down?!  NO THANKS!

i think i’ve talked to my mom about it since and she doesn’t recall making me drink the milk.  but something must’ve happened that made me think it was mandatory, putting the fear of dumping and wasting the excess deep in my soul.

many moons later…we’re talking college…i finally learned that it was easy to pour just the right amount of milk to not have any leftover in the bowl.   but until then, the thought of drinking that grossness was more than i could take so crunchy and dry was my style.

if only i’d known about this.

tell me…do you like it?  do you like floatie-infused cereal milk?

=)