So busy.

Since I got back from Africa Saturday, I've been super busy. It's insane! I'm so freakin' busy!! Ahh!!

Just look at my TO DO list:

Cinnamon Rolls
Onion Strings (I have a new-found love for onions)
Baked Beans
Chocolate Gravy and Biscuits
Pumpkin Muffins
Apple Crisp
Pork Dumplings
Chicken Enchilada's

I have to make up for my First American Dinner of Velveeta Mac 'n Cheese and 7-11 brand peanut butter sandwich cookies. That meal needs to be completely erased from memory.

Jambo

Hey out there...

I'm wrapping things up at work. Training the temp, archiving e-mails, finishing off my jar of dark chocolate peanut butter (very important). I won't be back here until September 1.

Isn't it funny how time passes? Or maybe not. I've been obsessed with this thought of time recently. How much it is to me and how little it is to God. I wait around for it to pass - or I hope that it stretches. My life is so linear. So "if" and "then". Can I even imagine a God unbridled by time and space?

Anyway, enough time has indeed passed that The Weekend is finally here. Back to Africa for a month. And I'm already thinking about how quickly time will pass while I'm there. It's a messy situation I put myself in, I tell ya.

I don't know what else to say besides


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ms. White

Yesterday I was carrying groceries home after work and when I turned down my street, I noticed a little guy walking beside me. A cute little squirrel-guy.

I watched him hop around beside me, jumping from porch to porch, dodging trash cans, squeezing through iron rod fences and skipping steps.

I figured he was pretty unaware that I was there, but he still stayed next to me the whole walk down 14th Street. Until he hit a road block. A wall of trash cans and bricks that looked pretty impossible to breach, even for a squirrelly squirrel.

It made me a little sad, as I had formed the idea that he actually was walking with me. But I persevered. I walked up my steps and put my bags down inside the doorway while I searched for my keys in my bag.

Then I turned around to pick my bags back up and glanced towards our porch and what do you know. There he is, the little guy. Sitting on my porch starring at me. I looked at him for awhile and wondered if I should offer him some lettuce and sing him a song but he scampered off before I could bribe him with food (and arias).

It might freak you out a little, but I'm okay with it. Reminds me of another rodent-magnet I know.