Priorities

As you can see from my sidebar, I got twitter.  I held out for a long time, but let us be real with one another: twitter is right up my narcissistic alley.  

I love it, but it comes with one problem.  Anytime I add something to my internet time, something else suffers.  I have a lot of non-obligatory internet work to do and I need to learn to say no to some stuff.  But I can't because it's addicting.

All this to say, be reassured.  The blog is my favorite of internet pastimes and will never be overtaken by something as lowly as twitter.  If it's going to get overtaken by anything, it will be this.  

However, I do feel as though I've been blog-slacking a little but that is because my life is fairly routine these days.  I wish something would happen that deserves a witty and observant blog post, but I really just spend my days hanging out with Liz while I'm supposed to be working.  And watching her work on the website and give phone interviews doesn't really inspire my blog creativity.  (Sorry, Liz.)

So today I'll leave with a little story about my roommate Ashley and a video to show you a bit about what our life as friends looks like.  

Last week, Ashley and I had plans to go see Legally Blonde: the Musical (awesome!) at the Starlight with Elizabeth and Abby.  Before the show, Amy decided to cook us dinner (yummy!).

I was getting ready in my room, realized it was time to go, put on my shoes, grabbed my purse and then wandered out into the kitchen, assuming Ashley would be there because that's where we gather to leave.  I could hear her back in her room still, so I grabbed a glass of water and settled in to wait for her to finish getting ready.  I sent some texts, she still wasn't out there.  A good 10 minutes later, she comes out of her room, not really ready to go at all.

Turns out she had completely lost track of time because she had been watching Michael Jackson's Beat It on YouTube and attempting to teach herself the dance.  We were about half an hour late to dinner.

That was funny, and to make it funnier, John came over last night and after dinner and a couple of beers (although none for Ashley, which makes this even better), this is what we came up with.

Enjoy.

Still Talking About the Canyon

I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this before, but in case I haven't, I'll tell you again.

I miss the Canyon.

Young Life camps period are sacred ground.  You go for a week and the place embeds into your heart.  A lot of you know what that feels like.

Now imagine that times 52.  And then multiply it a couple more times to account for the vast amount of blood, sweat, and tears that come with those 52 weeks.  

I miss it.

I was talking to my friend Dan the other day and I realized how much I miss it.  And not just for the place or the people or what it all meant in my life.  I miss it because it's the only place and the only people who can really understand what it all meant in my life.

About a month ago, I posted about a moment I had where I remembered how I felt sometimes in the Canyon.  There would be these moments in the midst of all the craziness where the vastness and the beauty of the place and what we were doing would stop me in my tracks.  And I would just breathe.  And love.

I tried to describe that on this blog and obviously just tried to describe it again, and I can't really do it.  But I was talking to Dan and in the midst of our conversation he said, "Do you remember how sometimes you would be in the middle of camp and all of a sudden it would all just stop?  You know, like you would just stop... I miss that."

I know what he was talking about.  And I miss that too.

Moral of the story: places can steal your heart.  And the Canyon is just one of the places that has mine.

Tags Say It All

I just determined that you officially don't need to read my blog anymore.  Everything you need to know about me can be found by looking at my tags cloud on the bottom right.

It tells you what I talk about the most on this blog.

The Canyon is clearly the biggest, followed by coffee shops and the scariness of being an adult.  The awesomeness of Missouri and road trips, the fun of life, baseball, and the bachelor round out the top of the list.

Yep.  Pretty much sums it up.

I'm stressed over being a grown-up and I love the Canyon, coffee, Missouri, road trips, life, baseball and the bachelor.  In that order.

(Just so you know, I'm aware that this isn't a very good post, but I'm trying to make it seem like I have something to talk about other than TV shows.  Blog anxiety is ugly, people.  Enjoy.)