one classy broad
The Colors Are Changing On Me Again...
The new Rosie Thomas came in the mail today. "Only With Laughter Can You Win" is quite the change from "When We Were Small." Don't get me wrong, it's still beautiful. There are just too many background vocals where there don't need to be. The song, "Red Rover," is just killing me.

"Oh just let her go,
Oh she's beautiful,
If you hold her back she may never know

I went to a volleyball game today, Logan Middle School vs. Mission Middle School. It was a lovely little game that tore me up inside. On one hand, I wanted desperately to cheer on the Logan girls...I noticed how put together as a team they are. On the other hand, the Mission girls, although scattered in their style, got the job done (and might I add, won very well). The game was all about communication...or rather, how badly they did it. It was driving me nuts when five girls would go in for the ball and leave the one outside to find a way to get the ball over the net all by her lonesome.

Am I a team player? Sometimes I forget. It's been odd trying to be part of a team lately, what with the new job, with the youth group, in the day to day. Trying to spur one another on toward faith and good deeds...teaching the people around me to be better versions of themselves...helping them to grow into their sikns, and of course them helping me to do the same. Heh, I wonder if I take it in the same way I dish it out.

I hope I grow. I think I could use it.
One Dried Apricot In The Entire Bunch...
There are things that live in the dark of the seas that will never be seen by the naked eye. Such things will likely never pass by us in our dreams. As much as life may keep us from such beauty or such darkness, we live with open eyes. There will be colors we will never see, sounds that will never reverberate in our chests, textures our fingers will never touch; and even knowing that, we will have to find some level of contentedness in the fact that in this live we will never know satisfaction.
Always Taking The Senic Route...
I have this nasty habit of procrastinating walking through my front door at night. Usually this is because I'm listening to something that chills me to the bones. Sometimes it's because I'm too lazy to get out of my car. Sometimes it's because I know that even at 01:30 in the morning, the "work high" is in full effect.

Tonight was no exception. It was a tune that just turned me into knots and knots. Gave me gooseflesh and made the little hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Well, that and even though I'll look back and regret starting day one of this blog with a boy, I had a boy on the brain. I'd like to say this justifies why I came in the door half an hour late, but it doesn't.

I wonder if it's possible to have wanderlust in direct relation to the opposite sex. When I'm around my father, I get this desire to go to the Ozarks. My "brother" reminds me how long it's been since I've sat on the beach and watched someone boogy board. When I see this one though...I just want to drive Bellevue Blvd all night, back and forth...walk it...lick the very ground.