Dear Betty, can we be B-F-F?

Okay, so I know I have quite a few ridiculous stories of my own, and maybe it is lame for me to share one that belongs to someone else...but OH MY GOSH I AM LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW!

Viva la revolution!

It happens to everyone.*

The worst kind of wardrobe malfunction that naturally seems to hit at the most inopportune moment.

As you're just getting out of the car on your first date, for example. Or during your evening jog as you dart across that busy street. Or perhaps-my personal favorite-as you cross the crowded room with all eyes fixed on you.

And so you are forced to evaluate your limited choices, none of which are very promising:
-You can try to grin and bear it (but oh! the discomfort!).
-Or try to [literally] wiggle your way out of it (a feat I have yet to accomplish).
-Or pray for some Divine Intervention (but the odds of Flava-Flav making such a timely appearance are slim-to-none).

Yet what you cannot do--at least not without the fear of social scorn or even worse, having your etiquette likened to that of Ozzy Osbourne (post-bat-biting, but still...is that really saying much?)--is to just go for it. To look everyone squarely in the eye, make your adjustments and say to the world without embarrassment,
"Yes, I DID just fix my wedgie. SO WHAT?!"

And so I ask you, friends, let us rally together. Let us leave our wedgie judgment by the wayside and forever change this ridiculous social stigma. One wedgie at a time.

Who's with me?

*And by everyone, I mean everyone who does not go commando. Which totally grosses me out. I hope this doesn't damage my credibility but seeeeeriously. Ew.

Rainy day tidbits

...Listening to pandora.com (and loving it!)

...Missing summer days of flashlight tag, lightning bugs and sleepovers after T-ball games (I played purely for social reasons. Okay, and for Squeeze-Its.)

...Thinking Lois may be onto something:

"A writer is often a lonely person, I think: Our worlds are populated by
the things we imagine, the things we remember or dream."
Lois Lowry

really?!

Because Y2K was just a warm-up, apparently:
http://www.december212012.com/index.shtml

Don't forget to purchase your 5- year personal planner.



...You've got to be kidding me.

Note(s) to self:

• Cabbage and lettuce are sold in deceitfully similar packages. Next time, pay attention!
• While it is slightly embarrassing you spent equally as much on bath and body products as on groceries last week, know that YOU SMELL REALLY GOOD RIGHT NOW!
  (Remind yourself of this as you are eating nothing but peanut butter and jelly for the next week and a half.)
• Listen to more Jon Foreman!
  
• If you ever need a dose of humility, try to swing a hammer again.
  
• Finally- and I repeat- you do have the willpower to resist this giant bowl of M&Ms. You do. You do. You do...

Don't close your eyes

We have the idea that God is going to do some exceptional thing, that He is preparing and fitting us for some extraordinary thing by and by, but as we go on in grace we find that God is glorifying Himself here and now, in the present minute.
-Oswald Chambers
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I am carving out a space of my own. Unpacking those forgotten boxes. Storing away my suitcase. Settling in.

I have a routine, even, and places around town that are beginning to feel like mine. A coffee shop, a walking trail, a local pizza place, a church pew.

And it's not terribly exciting and it certainly doesn't align with my romantic notions of life as a twentysomething. But as simple as it may be, it is mine and generally, I am--dare I say?--content.

But just as I begin to let my guard down and catch my breath, it finds me.

Doubt.

That sneaky, snarky, shameless, spineless, oh-so-pervasive menace to the human spirit. Its whisper tickles my eardrum with maddeningly inescapable questions to which I have no solid answer.

Gleefully, it watches as my confidence unravels and my certainty disappears, and I am left clinging to my one and only defense against total and utter despair.

Hope.

In the unknown. In the fuzzy and unfamiliar. In the purpose of the present moment--no matter how messy or mundane.

May we continually remind each other to live each day with open eyes. And be that voice of hope for those who have lost it.