Sad day at a girl house

Dear Kansas City; please get ready for me

I know I've been less than regularly present with you since I came here three years ago. You've had all these great community events and friend parties I couldn't attend. I'm really sorry. I wanted to be there. I got every e-vite and phone call, and expectantly flipped through my planner to write it in, only to realize I couldn't come. It got tiring, I know. Some of you stopped asking because I always said no. I wasn't making up excuses, I promise. I've improved a little over the last year, but that's just because I switched from working full-time to part-time. Here's the sweet stuff:
I am pleased to announce to you that I will finish college on December 18th, and I worked my last night AND weekend yesterday. It's almost over.
Come January, I won't have class till dark on Mondays and Wednesdays. I won't have to make the most of Friday nights because I won't have to work on Saturdays. I won't have to spend Sundays doing homework. I WILL be at your birthday party.
Want to go to lunch? No no, I'm not working the restaurant anymore, I want to meet you there and sit with you! See, I got a big-girl job! In an office! Nine to five!
Oh, it will be glorious.
I will have a routine. I will be able to afford a gym membership. I will "need" to go shopping. I will redecorate my room for the first time since I was 18. I will have the luxury of not going to work when I'm sick. I will get labor day off. I will sleep in on Saturdays. I will wear jeans to work on Fridays. I will go away for the weekend. I will read books for pleasure. I will not deplete my savings account at the beginning of every semester.
These are my blessings, and I'm counting them.
Weeeeeeee!!!

Thanksgiving Highlights

Baby brother Ben: "No matter what you say, I am still convinced that if Taylor Swift knew that I was alive out there somewhere, she would want to date me."

Cousin Jonathan: (walking into the kitchen) "Ok ladies, I'm here to help. The two things I'm really good at are telling you what needs to be done, and eating."

My mom has a new best friend. Her name is Belinda, and the two are inseparable. It's hysterical. They go shopping together, running together, they giggle about their husbands together, they go to movies together. They accidentally wear the same outfit. They get matching nail polish for their pedicures. They even have inside jokes that I don't understand! They use text messaging to keep a constant conversation throughout the day, complete with abbreviations and emoticons. My 17 year old brother told me that Mom stays out later on the weekends than he does.














I love it.

I do believe

Gena: "What's up with the Big Bird legs on Google today?"

Me: "It's probably an anniversary or something. But I don't know. I grew up in France, I was never a Sesame Street kid."

Gena: "Vhat? Zhey don't hev Sesame rue?"

brotherberger

"Following Jesus isn't straight-forward nor black & white. He is a complex Creator...and we never know exactly where He's asking us to go.
That's just my recent experience, based on life & what I've read of Him in Mark.

But it's worth. Oh is it worth it."

Sean Berger, ladies and gentlemen.

Sweet Lorraines: Fall Edition