I thought I would write a quote I wrote down earlier today, from a little 5 or 6 yr old at work. It made me laugh so hard! I was making her Barbie doll talk in an English accent and ask her for some tea, and when she said no and Barbie (Greena, because she wears a green outfit; how appropriate!) said, "Well, why not?" she replied, shouting:

"...be-cause, I'm too small to make tea!"

Oh, that made me laugh! I just adore kids. They are such treasures. I also adore their tv viewing preferences, such as Spongebob Squarepants, Fairly Oddparents, and Jimmy Neutron. Hilarious! Great shows.

Something to pray for...one of our Jack Russell terriers got out of the fenced-in front yard two nights ago because she was scared of the fireworks my retarded (not always, but that night) cousin was shooting off with his friends, and we have not seen her since. We are fearing the worst...a neighbor came over today and brought us brownies and told us that coyotes still roam around at night. Cici is a teeny one too, and has a messed up hip, so she's not as fast as a normal Jack Russell. She is insanely smart too, and I know she would have found her way home by now. She's also so cute that anyone would take her in. She wouldn't keep a collar on so she's not wearing one of those valuable things either. I won't lose hope, but...I miss her. I love dogs, too. She was my new baby, in a way! And her sissy Tess misses her too. Her pal isn't around to play with anymore. :(

Mmmmm....my brother just woke up to get ready for his graveyard shift, and is blasting Candlebox from his stereo, which reminds me of like, '94.

Work is really good. I like the people there and it's quite laid back. Cute kids, too. I re-racked the weights in the weight room today...man that took a while! I am finishing my first Scotland trip scrapbook, and it makes me sad. There are pictures of dreams I used to have, and people I dearly love...

I am sad. I am a complex creature, as my dad said yesterday. I broke down. I am hurting because I haven't been taking time with the Lord for about 2 months...the thing that sucks most is knowing that I KNOW that that is why I am torn up inside. Being broken is good...but, it stings the eyes and heart and cuts deeper than I'd like. I miss moments and words and looks and touches and gazes and curly, brown hair and 'being' and sounds and smells and hazy streetlights and the rain and the fellowship and the coffee and the laughter and the piercings and the tattoos and the guitar playing and the music blasting and the 2 a.m. talking and the quiet bike rides home and the way Springfield's gutter system doesn't work. I miss the trees and the tears and the flip flops and the pink and the stars and the prayer and the jam sessions and the nicknames and the dimming of the lights and the closing of the eyes and the opening of the mouth in worship. I miss the smell of your hair and the cry in your voice and the unexpected grins on your face and the freckles on your eyes and the stars on your belt and the studs on your wrist and the 'smart and dumb' on your shirt and your open heart and door. I miss you, my dear, true friends. All of the things that make you you.