Let's Call it Another Fresh Start

Okay, so it's been a while. But I've been visiting with family & friends (which you may recall is another one of my New Year's resolutions), and you cannot make me feel guilty about not posting to the blog on a daily basis. Besides, all of my other blogger buddies have basically slowed to a crawl with their posting activity... so I, in comparison, am quite the frequent poster.

Anyway, so, things have been moving much too quickly for me over the last week or so. Mom, Dad. Haley & Sydders came down for an all-too-brief visit to the 'boro. They arrived on Tuesday of last week and stayed until Friday. Then I packed up & hopped on the caravan to Les Montagnes with 'em. Our first night in the big Ashe was marked by a really large and ultra-scary thunderstorm. Sometimes I love 'em; sometimes I hate 'em. This one was extremely disorienting, as it occurred somewhere between 1:00 and 3:39 am. There was lots of bright lightning and boomerous thunder. I figured I could've just called out into the silence of the house and heard at least two voices answer back. Turns out, I was right... and there probably would've been four awakened-by-the-storm folksies. Then we celebrated Doc Yates' dental school graduation. Wow... a real doctor in the family... well, except for Jon... but let's not count our chickens before they hatch. And there was that "Papa Doc" from way back. But I'm pretty sure I remember Dad telling us that name was derived purely from the amount of Dr. Pepper consumed. But I digress. Jo-Jo's grad celebration was sweet. Got to catch up with fam members and friends of the fam for a few hours at a very nice New River Park (with an ultra-posh building for events such as ours). And I finally met Kate... THE Kate. Thank goodness I can finally join the ranks of Yates' who think she's just as sweet as sugar and such a cute little match for lil' Joe.

Sunday brought another ultra-conservative sermon at the BCCC. I learned all about how I wasn't supposed to drink from the cup of unrighteousness (although I still don't get the reference to the cup of vinegar the Roman soldiers offered Jesus at the cross). Anyway... all I could do was think about John Mayer song lyrics (that's okay, I didn't know it either... something, something, something... you got my only heart...) and start a giggle-fest with Haley. Unfortunately, I think the guest lecturer - I mean, pastor - was looking right at me the whole time I was cracking up. So, I had to duck down below the pew to pick up Dad's B-I-B-L-E. The only thing that helped me stop was writing "Church giggles are of the devil" a few times (okay, one, but who else besides Haley & Dad would've known?). Haley thought it was funny too. Not sure why ol' Ken had to be looking right at me. This darn Internet, I tell ya. It's gonna be the downfall of our good & moral Christian society. Especially all that Internet porn. Did you know that in a decent-sized congregation, there are more than likely TWO people in there addicted to Internet porn? Thank goodness in this situation it was me & lil' Nona!

And back to the original point of the first paragraph... time flew. That weekend (plus a day) was the fastest in history. On the way back into town today, I was listening to the new Rascal Flatts cd and happened upon "My Wish": "I hope that days come easy and moments pass slow, and each road leads you where you want to go, and if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose, I hope you choose the one that means the most to you. "

Don't I wish that those moments would pass slow?!?!? In fact, I'd like time to just stand still sometimes. Ever have one of those moments... when you're just so satisfied with life, so content being right where you are, so happy with life as you know it... that you just want it to freeze frame, for a while at least? Yeah, me too. Why does that big clock on the wall have to keep ticking off the seconds, minutes, and hours?

Anyway, the last thing I wanted to talk about was the untimely departure of two of my colleagues from work. One of 'em, especially, I would consider a bestie... so I was VERY bummed to get his call today. First, yesterday (the other colleague)... and today was Groundhog Day (evidently... although, my Monday wasn't repeating itself... so I was a little confused) with bestie resigning. It's all a big secret, though, so I won't name names. Although... I don't think any of y'all from work actually read this here rambling, bumbling, disjointed marathon of a mess that I call a blog. Carrie or Larry... you were the two Christmas letter recipients, but I sincerely doubt y'all have time to check in. Anyone from the COR, give me a shout out if you're reading. I'm just curious.

Okay... must... go... to... bed. ZZZZzzzzzzzzzz. Oh wait... gotta finish first. Hope y'all are having a great Tuesday night/Wednesday morning (or whenever you happened to find time in your busy life to check in with your loving daughter/sister/wife/niece/friend/more-than-friend/whatever). No pressure or anything. I mean... I know I never have much to say, but I sure do love it when someone listens. Damn, I should be so lucky. Anyway, John was right. It always does come around, doesn't it? Don't know how. It just does.

Take note... time of post... pure luck, I tell ya. Me & Faith (and Alison too?), we're the "lucky ones".