Boocoodles of Fun

Yes, as usual, Geogia won the party on Friday night and lost the game on Saturday. Despite the loss - I had the perfect weekend in Jax topped off by a great Halloween party last night. So I have 75seconds to complete this before I run out the door for PT. Stay tuned....I'll be back.

Heading to Jax

Woo hoo - I am headed out the door for Jacksonville as I type. I am so pumped. It took a week for me to decide this (more on my terrible decision making skills later).
CAn't wait to join the sea of red and black in Florida!

Have a great weekend. The weather looks to be AMAZING! Praise God for beautiful weather and spontaneous trips to Florida.

We're back together atlast

He missed me too and we are now reunited. True love lives. After eggs and some QT this morning I went for a mid morning workout. The whole trek to the gym was really unbearable as we have never worked out apart from eachother. As I walked by the Athletic Store ni teh gym I just thought - 'you know, George and I were trying on clothes together Monday night when I forgot my pants.' yes, I forgot my pants to work out in which happens often and usually I make do when it is like running shoes (wear heels to work out) or a sports bra but with pants I had to find some. So I tried on a for sale pair and I guess dropped George in the corner. He is so cute and so great so I figured he would have been swept up in this scenario but he only has one true lover and it is me. i am so happy! I knew this would be a great Thursday!

He is a little pooped from teh adventure and has to be recharged all day but tomorrow we will have some good quality time in the car either to Jacsonville or the mountains.

As Mimi herself would say: We belong together.

Boyfriend dead

This has to be quick but it is mas importante! George, the ipod, is gone. I have recalled every single step I made Monday when we were on our date and he just dissappeared. Maybe I scared him - we had already begun working together, sleeping together, worshipping together, riding together in the car, sharing our favorite love songs and even the 'break up songs.' He was even okay with my dancing everywhere and anywhere - he liked it. Seriously, though, I have even looked through the trash can, as maybe I hid him from myself (because we like to play that hide and seek game but why would I have put him in the trash can?? I dunno - maybe I do have abusive tendancies) and now I really cant find him. I can find all his things, the adapter, the earphones and even the itrip so I know he didnt roam too far. He didnt even take his belongings with him when he left. This is a sad day (well, below I already said it would be a happy day but for the moment I am sad.) George, if you are out there: I didnt mean to abuse your talents and gererosity. I know we spent way too much time together and that is never the way to start any relationship -- by suffocation - but I love you. I really do. I have never fallen in love so quickly and so freely and then you just up and leave. And now I dont even have you by my side to hear those sad love songs.
My life isnt the same without you are our 872 songs. We almost had a full bank of memories together. We were getting there.
Please, if anyone has seen George, he has on his plastic sleeve so he can not get hurt (atleast he is protected in these cold elements) please contact me.
A big part of me is missing right now. He has a piece of my heart.
In mourning,
Betsy

Eggs and God in the morning

I am making today the best day of the week. I am a morning person but lately I have fallen out of the habit of getting up as early as I used to. I used to go to bed dreaming about eggs in the morning. Really, breakfast is a great meal. I wont say favorite because I like them all but opposed to most people - I love breakfast. At the Theta house in Athens Ms. Paula used to do breakfast for dinner every few weeks. All the girls came to this meal. She would cook about every breakfast item you could fathom - which I think is a little much but that's how she did things. Maybe for my turn at family dinner in a few weeks I will do a 'breakfast for dinner' theme. I think my roommates would think I am cheating though.
So this morning I popped out of bed and screamed I want eggs! My roommates already think I am a little weird so no worries. Along with eggs and the smell of coffee (I dont necessarily have to drink it just like to make it) God goes great in the morning. Dont take this the wrong way - He goes great all day long and in everything (I know what you are thinking) but especially in the mornings I like to sit eat egs, smell coffee, and listen to God on my side porch. It's like a shower as Billy Phenix says: 'If you don't get up and do it (I dont) then you just have that funk and you can just feel it all day." I dont necessarily relate to the shower thing but I like his thinking. Eggs and some time with God are the perfect way to start the morning - especially if you have a side porch like I do with twinkle lights (and, yes, the smell of beer from a party back in July).
Thank you, Jesus, for helping me get up this morning and do what it is I like to do and what I know is good for me. I love seeking You in the morning and knowing You are with me throughout the day.
I am all about this trying to do what I really want to do thing. It is hard: for example: tomorrow I really just want to go to the mountains and hike and relax for the weekend. But there are other obligations that I feel I have to do. This feeling altogether stresses me out. The world really would be happier if people just did what they were passionate about in all arenas of life.

Aghhhh.....I think the non-drinking coffee is burning and the smoke alarm is going nuts.....
Later

Physical Therapy

This has to be short - I have a VIP meeting in 11 minutes. I sound really Impotant don't I? I am!
Acutally, just have a meeting. But in the meantime everyone needs to know about my PT sessions Monday's and Wednesday's. I am addicted - bottom line.
My PT, Kate - the cutest South African woman in the world with the most intriguing accent, works solely on me for the whole 1.5 hours. She makes me think my knees are worse than they are becuase I get such individual attention. I have been going long enought to get to know the characters who come every morning. Danny, a 50+ year old man who either is missing his teeth or is talking with jello stuck in his mouth is one of my fave's - I cant say too much because I need to protect the innocent and I think that piece of HIPPAA paper you sign every time you go into any medical facilities warns me agaisnt talking of others conditions. Needless to say - this morning he asked me to 'rehiance' his 'ouse'..... and if I wouldnt do that he wanted to 'take me to dinna sometime weel thoon.'

have to run to VIP meeting. Need prayers and such! Thanks thanks.
To be continued....

Charlsie, Today we salute you: A real American Hero and excellent potato sack jumper and wearer! 

Here we go... .. And a better one to come I think.  

Charlsie, Chuck, CKP1010, CharlsieKate FRIEND PROFILE

I just needed a shout out to my sweet, Charlsie. Charlsie and I were friends at first site almost 7 years ago during freshmen RUSH at Georgia. She wore a potato sack dress and I thought she was pretty bold, stable and unique to pull off a potato sack dress and look cute in it. I wish I had a picture of this fond day but I dont on the puter - it is funny though. We both still look pretty naive.
Many of my Atlanta pals have been fortunate enough to meet Charsie. I love this because often I refer to my icon of a friend as if everyone know's her. Well, if you dont you should.
Charlsie is a 3L at UGA's law school right now, a fellow blogger, and one of the people who I list when asked the question: If you could have lunch with anyone famous who would you have lunch with?
Charlsie is my breath of fresh air when I need to get away from the Atlanta life. I admire the fect that she really does what she wants to do and I think she is happy becuase of it. If all people just did what they wanted to do and were passionate about it then they'd all be happier people like Charlsie and the world would be better.
There is too much to be said but for now I just think she needed an intro as she will be mentioned throughout.
And who else has a birthday that for the rest of their life will add up to their age? No one!
(If you don't believe me - you can entertain yourself by trying....
10/10/05= 25 10/10/06 =26 10/10/40 =60 )

Trying to find recent pics but the one below may be the latest. We always look great in Red and Black!

UGA vs USC, Betsy, Charlsie and Cristina

It is 11:07pm and I still have the hiccups

Hiccups

Kari, my ever so clever colleague suggest a spoon full of sugar. What do you think? I just hiccupped over the phone when I was talking to a client and they thought I was gasping at their financial situation. It was obnoxious ands rude of me. Howdo I get rid of these pesty things?

I can not focus. I haven't been able to focus on a task in about 4 months or so. Maybe it has been my whole life. This is a serious issue. I can start anything. I have no hesitation to start any project or even any terribly unattractive thing but I can not finish it. The only thing I have finished and started today is the mini bag of animal crakers I bought this morning. I haven't even completed dialing a phone number without stopping mid-dial and starting something else. I need drugs. Can anyone help?
I keep dreaming and creating unrealistic situations in my head and imagining myself an other places. Once today, it was snorkeling. I heard of a lady this morning who joined a search and rescue team and got to jump out of helicopters into the ocean to resuce people. She did this as her job. She wore a wet suit to work. I dont really know about the jumping out of the helicopeter thing but maybe off a dock. She does this for her job! Maybe the new aquarium is hiring people to place the greenery and such in the fish tanks. Speaking of: did you see the 14 foot (I made up that number - but it is big) alligator (or maybe crocodile - I dunno that either) that swam through New Orleans. They killed him thispast Sunday and are going to investigate his tummy.
I would hate for someone to investigate my tummy today or any day. They would see nothing but animal crackers and lemons. And probably some anxiety balls floating around.

Back to dialing that number.....

(Aligator picture on the way...)

ENFP

So, in the midst of solving world peace and all the other things a mortgage banker does on a daily basis, I am taking personality tests. It's either that or play Madlibs on line during work hours. This atleast will give me some future insight. I am going to highlight just the things that I like about my ENFP-self!

You're an initiator of change and are keenly in tune to possibilities... you're enthusiastic, and it's contagious...you're tireless in the pursuit of newfound interests... You can anticipate the needs of others, and offer them needed help and appreciation. You bring zest, livelihood, and fun to all aspects of your life... (Why, thank you Mr. Briggs!)
You're agreeable, sociable, outgoing and like to imagine yourself in the future... who will you marry? what type of work will you do? where will you live? All questions you ask yourself...you like to keep your options open...you're imaginative...curious...you prefer to understand than judge..
You see endless possibilities. You hate to be boxed into anything -- like a career -- for life...so you hesitate and resist making decisions...always look for new and novel...
You like a learning environment where the teacher takes a personal interest in you...You're motto might be: "There's always a better way or a better answer.."... when you're committed to something, you are enthusiastic to the point of preaching to the whole world about it (...like the Storm Palace?)
Your style of organization is... well, personalized. Others don't really see you as organized, though, do they? YOU know what's where, and there's a "method to your madness," huh?
You have a hard time separating work from leisure, since you have fun while you work. You're always on the lookout for new things... you like learning with others, so you'll invite 'em to join you at films, plays and classes.
When you fall in love, you study the other person in every way. The one you fall in love with is "the best ever" a lot, huh?(Okay, so this is scary....EVERYTHING is the best EVERto me) Sheesh. But others feel unconditionally loved by you ....you fall head over heels and get in love FAST. You are charming...full of vitality (I like that word vitality!)...you treat others with sympathy, gentleness, and warmth...
Last part: watch out for losing your focus 'cause you wanna try too many ideas at the same time... you don't prioritize, so you can overload...also, because you're just a fun-loving animal, you might not complete important work and basic responsibilities...
ENFP: "Every day, New Fantastic Possibilities"

YOU SHOULD TRY IT TOO:
http://haleonline.com/psychtest/

Brunette in a Blonde's Body

That was me last year. Don't tell the other cuties I posted this - they may not be very happy.
What will it be this year???

I love Halloween!

Halloween 2004 

Team Dating

Thank goodness for text messaging in these days of solitude. It has become a nightly sport for the Terrace ladies (Team 'Your Boyfriend thinks We're Hot') to take on the text messaging boys who are pursuing my roommates. I am everyone's VIP since I have the most time on my hands. So one of the roommates has had a male suitor for some time now. The majority of the courtship is via recent means of technology. Just to note: I like snail mail. I want to be courted the old fashioned way. Okay, so maybe no one ever really courted through mail or maybe I should look for a soldier to entertain but for now let's focus on the sport at hand.

Poor young lad, he is so witty in his little texts but little does he know the Terrace (Team "your boyfriend thinks we're hot") has turned this into a little game and yes, we always win.
Cute Roommate 'A' (names disclosed to protect the innocent - and those that dont know their love lives are being blogged about) will read aloud the most recent perplexing text. All the while, roommates, B (and C if she decides to participate - (she is the bench sitter for the most part but a great asset to the team) and myself analyze the text message and elicit appropriate responses. Cute Roommate 'A' chooses the best response or a mixture of the two, crosses her fingers and pushes the SEND button. Witty young tyke on the other end immediatly responds back with something a little trickier and yes, maybe we are stumped - but only for a moment. Untimately, we always win and always have the greatest responses. I am not sure if we have furthered the romance or only confused it but for Team "Your Boyfriend thinks We're Hot" - our job is done.

So, moving on to roommate C - the team player! Her latest heartthrob perfers the email method as opposed to text. Young, out of town chap emails my Perfect roommate C constantly and is very interested in roommate C in the emails. He even broached the subject of making a trip to the Terrace to visit Roommate C from his neighboring state. Roommate C was a rockstar on this one. We summoned Team "Your boyfriend thinks We're Hot" and we all agreed that, yes, this feller needed to be clued in a bit. The Team decided that some phone interaction must occur before any out of town visits are made. Boys are scared of the phone and human contact these days due to recent jumps in technology. Boys no longer have to ask Sally or Suzy to check yes or no. They dont even ask - they just assume that if they text or email more times during the day than maybe they go to the bathroom then a majority of their thoughts are with their girl object and so, yes, she is his atleast for the day. Way to go roommate C - she maturly criticised the boy's laxidaisical ( I know you dont spell that word like that and I really dont know what it means but I like it there) attempts to woo her over the world wide web. Needless to say, the internet-cowboy called Roommate C twice in the day of confrontation and daily since and though we still not think much of this boy - he may be allowed an out of town visit for his ability to successfully rehab his dating efforts.

Well, all the teammates have left the premises and I am left typing. They are all in their rooms yes, typing and texting merrilly down the stream. And once again, I sit and write to myself.
Now, that's hot.

Halloween pressures

So I have never been presured to do/take drugs (do you take drugs? Is that the right word?) Anyway, never before - and I have never really been pressured to die my hair or get a belly button ring or even to steal from old ladies but when Halloween comes around the heat turns up. It's like the first of October rolls around and all of a sudden I am attentive to every character in the media and I start pulling out my old 'dress up' clothes and I start dancin in the mirror. The latter I do regularly sans the dress up clothes - but you get me....Halloween is a big deal around these Southern parts. And it's like no one wants to admit that they want to have the bomb-dot-com outfit but really everyone subtly wants to blow everyone else's costume out of town. And then there are those nonparticipant type folk who altogether suffer intimidation the entire month of October and never even broach the subject but al the while they are searching year after year for that stellar costume.
I like Halloween and I like to carve pumpkins and then toast the pumpkin seeds. Okay so I have to blog about something else right now. We are having team-dating session at the Terrace tonight.
Halloween discussion to be continued.....Go pull out your old Superman Cape or teenage mutant ninja turtle mask. You've only got 5 days to finalize.

okay now to team-dating

Souper Jenny

This may be a repeat shout out for Souper Jenny but it is worth it. Especially on a Monday like today. My dearest friend, Ashley Nolan, and I had a little lunch date at the oh-so-popular place today. We got our $13 worth too cause we stayed through the whole lunch hour even to where they started to try to get rid of us. We didnt comply. I dont do well with authority.
Lunch dates at Souper Jenny are just perfect. You get the soup. sandwish, roll, fruit, cookie and a drink (if you want) all for 10$. ANd it's always just $10, OR $3 OR 6$ no cents involved. I like this world of simplicity and hidden taxes. When we walked in today one of my favorite redheads in America was singing 'Oh I wanna dance with somebody!" and I LOVE this song and Whitney Houston herself, when she was normal. And, yes, I do wanna dance with somebody really. I love this place!
Anyway, lunch was perfect. Conversation was perfect. I love Ash and I love Souper Jenny. Perfect treat for a not so perfect Monday. Not every day should be perfect though so I am okay with it. For some reason I can not work today. I have a VIP meeting in 5 minutes. Say a prayer. The findings of this meeting could result in a very interesting blog.

Twinkle lights and the side porch

I love twinkle lights. They give any room and situation the perfect feeling. Today I came home from my day of play to the perfect twinkle lights on the porch. Kat and I opened up the doors and the windows, poured a glass of wine (that I dont think I ever touched come to think of it - but it sounded like the thing to do on a night like tonight), and turned on the 'porch mix' consisting of nothing but Mr. Amos Lee, Ray Lamontagne, Ryan Adams and a little Van Morison....everything you want to dance to with a boy some day. We wrapped up in blankets and just giggled the kind of giggles that make your tummy hurt. Katie joined us after she got over the cheesiness of the setting.
I think many of the worlds problems are going to be solved on that porch. Whatever we say on the porch sounds smart and justified and notable. Somehow we sit on the porch and figure everything out with perfect clarity and then the moment the twinkle lights go off and we come inside we aren't so sure of the brilliant conclusions drawn among the twinkle and the serenity of the side porch. But for the 45 minutes on the porch a few times a week - we know it all and could write a book on any subject.

Tonight was a great porch night after a great weekend.

Better is one day

This stuff really cant be put on to paper and words really can’t be used. That’s just my disclaimer for my attempt to try to capture this moment. I just came down the mountain, my most favorite place…Marietta's little nirvana. The temperature may be 65 degrees and literally there is not one spot of white in the sky. I only passed a few other hikers the whole morning and they, too, seemed to wear their feelings in the expressions on their face. What a beautiful God!

I really am at a loss of words which seems to be rare with me. I am so overwhelmed and in awe of my Creator’s work in me. It’s like any of the unwanted feelings I have had this year can not even come to memory as the joy inside overtakes anything else I have experienced. Yes, everyone knows I am rather intense in even the little things so as you could imagine – this is pretty powerful. Somehow this weekend God gave me a breath of fresh air from myself. Or maybe to myself. It’s like I started feeling like me again and remembered what makes me happy: hiking the mountain, Athens – Georgia on a perfect Saturday, fresh conversations, riding to who know’s were with the windows down and perfect music on, black eyed peas and collard greens, connecting with someone the way only God can harmonize, sitting around with my buddies laughing and singing til the wee hours of the morning, getting up early to sit and read on my porch, relating to other people as if you have walked every step of them their whole life, writing, having lunch with Nana and grandad, sitting in the field at Kennesaw Mountain and literally just breathing. If this is too cheesy for you you might want to stop here because I can’t turn it off....
I am so elated today. I am so elated in this moment to feel the way I feel and know confidently that only Christ can make me feel this way. Nothing and no other person – just Him and His constant and perfect love for me. There is no way I could have constructed the events over the last year to have worked for me in this way – God’s omnipotence and extravagance is beyond me.
God, you knew I needed to step away this weekend to remember what makes me me. It is you, in me, fully alive. It is not my job or my quest for the right job, it is not all of the things that I get myself involved in and it is not the me that I think everyone wants and needs to me to be. It is the me that is truly alive with You in me.
The most beautiful thing about all of this is that this is just one day and this is here on earth. And as energized and complete as I feel now – so much more awaits me. Better is one day in your courts, Father, than a thousand elsewhere. Even a thousand perfect, sunny, quiet, peaceful, breathtaking days like today.

Now off to Zaxby’s for a sweet tea with rabbit poop ice just to top it off!

Ghosting extravaganza

I just realized I dont even know how to spell extravaganza.

Family dinner, initiated by Katherine a few weeks ago, has made Tuesdays rank up there with perfect Thursdays, lazy Sundays, sunny Saturdays and then Wednesday's (due to small group). My mom would love that comment as she always says everytime I do something I say it was 'the best EVER.' More so, I have quite a few favorite things which probably gives no real credit to how much I really like things. So I like alot of things. Hate me for being jolly. Anyway, Tuesdays are now much anticipated as The Katie's, Kat and I do a family dinner. As mentioned before, this is exploratory cooking at it's best. No names mentioned as not to disclose the chef's secrets....one such dinner recently was both entertaining and mouth watering. First of all, you should know - there is a designated apron that must be worn during food preparation. Wine is also a must. One such evening, wine and apron in tact, a fellow roommate and chef extraordinaire forgot one of the main ingredients of the dish, sherry. Problem fixed as the tasty (yet not so appealling to the eye) dish came out ofthe oven, the cook took themissingingredient and shoved a few spoon fulls under each piece of chicken as if it were there the whole time.
(Time out: My space bar isnt workingsowell. Wouldnt thisannoy youif the spacebarwere alwaysbroken? )
We werent really supposed to see this little chicken-manipulation but I am a little controlling in the kitchen and I happened to witness. 5 points to her for a messup and then a quick fix.

WEll, this Tuesday we decided to have a little family fun after dinner. Reference the pictures below. Backin the days ofmiddle school in Mayretta, Georgia the Nicholson family would get Ghosted. I was always a little too old and a little too cool to participate. Not this night!
We made 2 large goodie bags (yes, it was all leftover candy and some old cookies we didnt want around the house - but nonethless, thoughtful). Then our fabulous artist roommate, Catie drew us the most perfect 2 ghosts and we wrote the little ghosting directions on another piece of paper. katherine then insisted that we all dress in black (she's a little competitive when it comes to ghosting). We scoped out our victims and then went in for the action. First, you have to locate your hiding place cause if you are caught the game is over. Before we even got started, Charlie, the laundry delivery boy sort of spoiled all the fun as he too, decided he should join in, laundry bags in all. We were very annoyed at this and settled for his phone # on a laundry receipt andthen sent him on his way (boys: do not try to flirt with my roommates in the course of ghosting or other such 'family' activities.) The first house we visited was a major success. We found the perfect hiding spot so we could see the door open but yet we werent seen - great call, Kat, on the all black! Katherine dropped the bag on the doorstep, and I, of 2 broken knees rang the doorbell and hobbled swiftly to the designated area. About 10 seconds pass and the door opens and a 10 year old anxious young tyke (sp?) comes out picks up the bag and quickly runs towards the bushes we were in. Whewww.....close call, hemissed us. then Mr.Spencer shouts out to the streets. 'We'll get you nexttime, you ghosters. Thanks for the treats!"
Mr. Spencer - you rock! What a great first ghosting victim. Now, we all await each night to see who they will ghost next as they have to do it to 2 others in the hood.
After a fewminutes and the coast was clear we darted (well, still hobbling) to our front yard and then for some reason we all think it is the thing to do to dive into our yard asnot to be seen.Smart move, girls. We may have been seen had we not dove into our flat short yard. Smart.

The next victims were as compliant and we think we may have pissed them off so they get no fame in this story.

Anyway, pictures below. Great night of family fun!

Getting ready for the action 

Pre-Ghosting after Family dinner 

BUNCO QUEEN

Too tired for details but I am so excited and overwhelmed that I just had to tell you tonight! I was the big winner! Yep, yep. After 3 seasons of die hard dice rolling - the stars aligned and I was the Big Kahuna, the mig mama, the winner, the superstar of the game. Not in all senses but I was the big winnner! All other troubles from the year are wiped clean after this great night of gambling and big money.
So.... grab your calendar - we decided tonight that December's Bunco game is going to be a Date Bunco. Holly insists that each of our dates look as close to Cousin Eddy as possible as it will be near that jolly time of year. This may be the date night of the year or of the past 3 years since the last one's were back in the fraternal days of yore.
Pictures and details to come. I go to bed a winner tonight! I am putting my $20 earnings under my pillow.

Bunco Rocks!

TGIF

Would you rather have crayons for teeth or shrimp for nipples? Can I say that on the internet? Should I really say that at all? I dont really like it but I think it is a very thought provoking question.

Would you rather have a furry coat of live oak for hair or a halo made of sausage?

And Holly's fave of the night: Would you rather die by being beaten to death by pickles or by suffocating in a jar of mayonaise?

Back by Popular Demand

Something in the weather or the air or maybe my yummy lunch today gave me an ithcin to revisit the former days of blog writing. I am a little overwhelmed at this notion and my fingers are racing all over the board to try and capsize oh....the past 4 months only! Here are some words that come to mind for the recap:
-Physical therapy 2X's week
-burnt popcorn, daily, around 3:30 (yes, I like it burnt)
-Lot's of so called 'meetings and closings' but somehow no business to prove these 'offsite meetings'
-Our new yard man, Brian. He is the only yard man I know that sets up an entire sound system in the driveway every other Friday before he gets to work for his listening pleasure. We also get personal mail from him. Major kuddos!
-A few babysitting opportunities for the younger Nicholson child who thinks I was, still am, and will always be a little dorky
-New roommate: And who would have thought her name would be some form of Katherine? I am glad my mom named me after a doll who pees in her pants. (The Terrace now consists of Katie, Catie and Kat (Katherine)
-New amigos. Lots of new friends who seemed like old friends immediatly. What a blessing! I still have a few good months before they realize I have some peculiar habits. Or maybe everyone likes to count all of the letters in the names of people they meet and then have to have that number be an even number????
-Several lonely Friday nights. Yep, I did this one on purpose. Not sure why yet but I know it was good for me.
-New hobbies each month: You got it - bike in March, bathing suit and flippers in April, dance studio in May (that one even lasted through June), kickboxing studio in July, personal trainer in August, hiking in September and now pilates. Do you think I am fickle?
-Family dinner every Tuesday night. This one will get it's own entry one day. This is our exploratory cooking night preparing us for future cooking ventures with kids and a family (of course we threaten then that you wont have to wear clothes under the apron. Shhh!)
-Night time walks around the Hood. This has become one of my favorites everynight. Great quiet/singing/dancing/crying/praying time. If you have seen me walking through Brookhaven - yes, I may look crazy and yes, i am talking to myself. Also, I hold my arms out for 5 minutes at a time as it works your shoulders. 2 for 1!
-Job changes????? to be continued.....

It feels great to be back! And, of course it is Thursday - my favorite of all days! Thursdays make my heart do somersaults.