This whole experience of moving has come with a seemingly endless well of firsts. And I’m talking in just the last three hours there has been a growing list. Like right now, it’s almost 1AM and I’m just now using the office in our “new” house specifically for writing. It’s intended purpose from the start. Feels pretty good. It might feel better if the sudden kick into the blogosphere wasn’t the result of “To Catch a Predator”-induced insomnia. Seriously, why …

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1. You own something emblazoned with a Disney character. And you have not yet banished it to the memories box in the attic.
2. You spell things phonetically, not correctly.
3. You shrug absentmindedly when I quote Dumb and Dumber, instead of following up with the next line.
4. You don’t know what “unfortch” or “whatevs” mean.
5. You expect me to wear make up or pants, even if I’m not at work or church.
6. You won’t let me grip your wrist for the entire …

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Normally this is the kind of entry that I would think about doing and never actually sit down and create. But with Clayton’s certification exam getting nauseatingly close and our move-in with my parents complete, I’ve found myself with quite a bit of free time on my hands. So, please enjoy a little snippet of those things that made up my 2009.

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Clayton and I …

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A few weeks ago I had one of the worst days of my young life. I know that’s uselessly relative and cryptic, but that’s not what this is really about. In the middle of the worst part of the awfulness, these words were said: “Life is ugly.” Even sitting there in the midst of pain and tears and lowest lows, I didn’t want to believe that. I’ve always tried to cling to the comforting notion that Life is beautiful — at the core, there is beauty and happy …

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So. Last weekend was a hoot. Yes, FSU lost. Yes, I had to hear about it from every USF student/coworker I saw on Monday (I may have talked just a smidgen of trash the week before). But in the bigger scheme of things, those three and a half hours were just a small unbearably hot and suffocatingly humid fraction of our walk down memory lane.
What I liked best about the trip was that it was a perfect mixture of new …

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Besides bringing home the swine and being witness to one of the most horrid displays of football inadequacy ever, this weekend was a raging success. Ok, I didn’t bring home Matt‘s actual swine flu, just a boring old cold, but I keep crossing my fingers to catch that elusive sickness one of these days. You know, for the story.
I don’t have time to go into all the haps now, but for a split second I thought that living in Tallahassee …

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Do you play golf? Ok, good. If you’re somewhat toying with the idea of possibly considering heading out to your neighborhood course, DON’T. As a former award-winning athlete (defensive MVP of the travel softball “World Series” when I was 10, thank you very much), I am basically an authority on what activities can be considered legitimate sports and which ones are deviously large scale practical jokes. Golf is not a sport. Golf is the total unraveling of my Christian nature. …

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