This page is looking a little dusty.

Ok, the problem with never posting an entry is that too many things pile up and then I don't know how to incorporate them into a fluid entry and thus... I avoid writing one.  And then more things pile up.  Life goes on, memories are made, mason jars are filled with raspberry sauce, and it just becomes too much to talk about.  I even missed posting two Fridays in a row.  You've lost faith in me and I understand that.  But I will try to regain it by being irrefutably dedicated to this little box that I type in, but more importantly to you, my loyal viewers.  Heh heh. 

Ok so here's a list of things that I want to talk about.

1. Oprah's gone forever and suddenly I'm obsessed (nah, not really) with her and all of the shows that I haven't seen in her 25 year career (somewhere in the ballpark of 93%).  It's one of those things that you only really want once you know that you can't have it anymore.  Well true, wise reader, I can watch the re-runs, but it's almost like the magic is gone now.  I've never been a huge O fan.  I disagree with her on a cornucopia (you like that?) of things which makes it hard for me to value her influence on the masses, but while I was watching the finale I was really quite impressed with the words that she had to share.  Her message is almost distinctly the same as my message.  I cried twice during the show, not really because she was going off the air, but because I feel like God is preparing me for a great journey.  Feeling blessed, mostly.
2. Dinner party wars currently taking place amongst my friends and I.  Have you ever seen that show "Come Dine With Me?"  It's hilarious, particularly the British version.  But anyways, there are four of us girls and we each take turns hosting one another for a themed dinner.  We all get scored and eventually find out who is the ultimate hostess.  I've only attended one so far but wow, oh wow I'm a little nervous.  As the attendees were driving down the hill to the first host's house we were greeted by her younger brother, her boyfriend, and her mother totally dressed up and holding gigantic flowers, waiting to escort us inside.  Her presentation was phenomenal and most importantly, we laughed for hours.  And that was just the first one!  Eeeep.  Next up is a luau.  I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing for mine, but I think I have to go pretty much all out.  Thinking cap is coming on!
3. Once again I'm editing the book.  There's so many varied emotions surrounding those 90-some thousand words.  It's a lot of fear and uncertainty, but it's also quite a bit of joy.  It's hard to do because it's kind of a prophetic book.  I mean, I don't know when the world's going to end, or how many kids you're going to have, but I talk about the future of my life in certain aspects as if I'm sure of them.  Because God said so.  And I love that!  I love that I have to be faithful.  I know that there's something special in the works but it's still a little terrifying at times.
4. Congratulations Vancouver Canucks on making it to the Stanley Cup Finals.  It only makes me want to be in Vancouver more, so I'm actually kind of resentful, but I've been cheering for you and watch all of your games from the kitchen at work (much to my boss' displeasure, I'm sure).  But anyway, I'm excited about the finals and I try to sport my Canucks snap-back as much as possible without being obnoxious, which is probably a lost hope for me anyways. 
5. I was in the backyard of my friend's house the other day, babysitting her children and I had a horrifying thought.  Her son was playing in the garden-in the dirt-with his Tonka trucks and trying to cajole me into joining him and I was implicitly refusing.  I just simply was not interested.  In fact, I'm hardly ever interested in playing with kids outside.  I'm pretty impatient and I just can't seem to suspend my disbelief of the imaginary long enough to really get into it.  And then I thought... "What if I don't even like kids?  What if.... I only like... the idea of kids?!"  What-the-eff-are-you-serious?!  That thought completely rattled me.  I'm trying convince myself that the desire to play in the dirt will probably change when it's my own child, and maybe it actually won't even change, but that doesn't mean that I don't want kids, that I wouldn't love them completely.  I think what I don't like is babysitting.  And maybe, at this point in my life-20 years old-I really don't even have to like the idea of kids, necessarily.  I'm pretty young, I know I want kids at some point.  That's probably enough to actually make it happen (God willing) in the future.
6. 21 years ago, as of yesterday, one of my dearest friends was born into this world and I couldn't be happier.  We celebrated her birthday last night and it was ball upon ball of fun.  It was just a good summer night, although rainy and cool, it was still packing the heat.  A couple of good reunions with friends, BBQ cheeseburgers, and a hundred or so photos later and I'll call that a great time.  I don't drink but man oh man I love to party.  Party hard.

Ok, so that's just a little bit of a surface skim.  I will do my best to uphold this blog to the highest degree of enjoyment and learning.  See you kids in a few!