this and that

i’ve got a hodge-podge of thoughts about life and my weekend floating up in my head.  and, since bullet form entries seem to help me keep a leash on length, we’re gonna go with the tried and true.  i’m trying to keep my thoughts concise and still have time for other things tonight.
seriously, this blog stinkin eats my time yet i always come back for more… =)

• a movie and hours of talking with a friend always make me happy.
• another friend emailed to ask how i was at a time so perfect it felt like it was God saying that He was there, heard my prayers and loved me.  isn’t it cool how He can use people like that?
• i went for round two with the curry and found success again.  who knew i liked it?!  also, i learned that there’s a WHOLE world of

sweet moments

last wednesday, my mom and i were going to take a walk when i got to her house before our weekly meal together.  as happens sometimes, the timing of everything was altered by the time i arrived so she sent my dad in her stead.

this was a first for us, to take a walk together.  the whole thing was quite pleasant.

first off, i quickly noted one advantage to walking with my dad–his legs are longer.  see, i tend to walk fastish and my poor little mom has to double-step to keep up.  i feel bad about this so i slow it down a bit.  but walking with my 6′2 dad allowed me to go as fast as i wanted without worry of leaving him behind.

the best part of our walk, though, was the brief time that we stopped walking.

phelps phrenzy

the olympics are coming to a close and i can’t recall a time that i’ve appreciated this season quite so much.  though the whole thing is fun, i’ve always had my favorite events, swimming being one of them.  i think this year’s swimming has been even more exciting because my summer swimming fun made it a little more personal and our golden boy, michael phelps.

say goodbye to bambi…

i’m currently sitting in a hotel room in birmingham, alabama.  all traveling relatives have arrived and we’re decompressing for a few minutes before we venture out again.  fortunately for the grown-ups, we have two rooms so there can be talking in one, while the “sponge bob” chanting occurs in the other.  i’m in the sponge bob room.  that’s one good thing about being single–i can freely move between the kid and grown-up sectors and no one questions me.  i’m also in here cause the computer is in here and just two days gone has got me feeling disconnected.

day 1
so, the 12 hour car ride from texas was going very well.  the key road trip components of talking, singing at the top of your lungs, tony evans, incredibly fast speeds and scenery were all present.  however, one shout from the driver changed it all.  i looked at my mom to see what the problem was and saw her frozen stare focused on something