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It's been a long, fuzzy, lazy day. this was me, all day long  One of those days I would probably use a do-over card if God dealt those. The boys were out of it, I was out of it. So we drowned out the heat and gave in to our exhaustion by watching volleyball and rowing and water polo and kayaking and I let them have nachos for lunch. Because watching people burn calories burns calories, right? I'm proud of myself that I didn't eat the whole bowl of Jello when I got home today. I'm proud (and completely dumbfounded) that I made it through today without caffeine. I'm proud of myself for thinking about the fact that I need to think about packing to go back to school. It's like that, sometimes when you're desperate for some dignity. We cling to the smallest successes. Despite my body's refusal to do anything today, my heart was in a different place. Recently, people have been getting into my heart and completely breaking it. And I'm not ...

Confession time: I really don't like the zoo very much. I know, I KNOW. Whitney it's the HENRY DOORLY ZOO! It's the best zoo in the country! It's amazing! How do you hate the zoo with all the cute animals and amazing exhibits?! How dare you?! You guys don't understand. Mostly because I went on two horrible dates, and one migraine-inducing daycare field trip there and it's just never been the same for me. Let me tell you, when you're with a really awkward guy and you daydream about falling to your death into the lion's cages, it just puts a damper on the whole place. When you've spent the whole day counting how many kids you have, saving children who were stuck in fences, and prying first graders off of you during the Kingdoms of the Night exhibit, something about it just doesn't make me skip around to a happy song when I hear that we're going to the zoo today. I wish it were different. Plus animals and I have never really gotten along (...

Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I weren't a music major. What I would do with those two extra hours a day. How much more fun would I have? How much LESS stressed would I be every day of the year?! How many dumb music jokes would I be spared from listening to????? And summers, dear Lord...summers would NOT involve practicing piano. Man, if I weren't about to be a senior and hadn't already put hundreds of hours into this "senior recital" thing, I would be seriously tempted to abandon it all and just move to Boston, quite possibly giving that music department a finger they may be offended by. Kiiiiidding. Secretaries can't say that. I should be practicing right now. I have this schedule of things to memorize each week but there's this one song I hate and always leave until the end and by then I have no motivation and by that time my legs are stuck to the piano bench and getting up rips a layer of skin off and then I bang on the key...

I normally don't do this. But when I started this blog, I promised myself I'd be real. I never intended this thing to be all EVERYONE LOOK AT ALL MY INSIGHTFUL THOUGHTS AND WRITING ABILITIES. I think there is power in sharing where we are, what inspired us that day, how Jesus worked. My desire is that someone will, at some point in this blog's life, read something that encourages them to keep going, to make them not feel on their own. That they'll see that we as humans aren't all that different. Our circumstances could be light years apart, but similar themes are always laced through them all. And here I am, baring it all to you. Because I believe in transparency and sincerity. And because I can't sleep. .... I have a crush on someone. :O I wish you could see me right now, shaking my head at the computer screen. I think I'm blushing. I want to erase this whole thing right now. Christians are supposed to pray when they can't sleep anyways, n...

Well. Part 1 of wedding number three: check. just realized you can see my bra. oops. IT'S A MOOSE HAT that's a real dog. miracles. something's wrong with this picture clearly zebras don't have tongues like that glowing with happiness if you look closely, you can tell they're smiling making sure it's all perfect taking care of business a little youth group lesson planning rainbows make 22 hour road trips not so... suicidal something about airplane bathrooms both fascinates & terrifies me Details. They're everywhere. From how the bouquets should be arranged to where the tables should be set up to have the rehearsal dinner, what to pack, remembering that I'm a bridesmaid and should be helping so I should stop staring at the lake. I hate those details. And I've said my whole life that I'm not a detail-oriented person. I can't make mints or candy boxes because I'm a big-picture gi...