Transitionitis

Disclaimer- these are my recent thoughts.  No, I'm not making any life changes or anything.  Just doing a little processing. Don't judge, but I'm bout to get real up in here.  You may decide that I am crazy and that's cool.  I have friends so it's ok.  

The power T.  Its what I call transition.  I know I talk about this way way way too much.  But it's happening.  It's kicking my arse and taking names.  I have been trying to avoid it, but now I have just succumbed to the dang thing.  I have a big, fat case of transitionitis.  I don't even know how to describe it.  One day I can be sitting in my office, working, liking it, totally fine and content.  The next day, my mind can be flooded with questions.  What are you doing?  What if you should be doing something else?  Is this your highest and best use?  What do you want to do?  Are you going to be an old maid? (No I'm not desperate to get married, it would just be nice if I actually liked someone.  Just sayin.)  Or a cat lady?  Or a townie?  Yes, I'm a townie.  I don't want to go anywhere.  Love it here...Glad we got that settled.  Now you think I'm totally weird for talking to myself, but I happen to have loads of alone time during the day and what's a girl to do? Admit it, you do it to... Anyways, back to my point.  I HATE not knowing what I'm supposed to do.  Job wise, activity wise, people wise etc.  I feel like I can't control it.  I didn't know this before, but there is a 3% chance that I am a control freak.  Wow.  Awesome.  Let's add that to the list.  Cool.   A lot of times I feel like my friends are out doing cool things, changing the world, living the dream, moving to cool places, getting married & having lil babelets.  It's a vicious cycle.  I also have a problem of getting too many ideas in my head.  I have no idea what to do with them.  I don't know what I'm good at, so I don't know what I should focus on.  It's driving me cray cray.   Seriously.  I'm like up to 87% meltdown status.  I think I can hold it off for the time being.  Here is my other situation.  I can't make decisions.  I don't even like making them.  I used to be kind of good at them.  Now, I got nothin.  Lost my touch.  Now I am just a big ball of indecisiveness...just roaming the streets....It's a dangerous world out there people...I used to just make decisions and hope for the best.  Things usually worked out.  Now I try a different approach- prayer.  So far, I am more confused then before.  Maybe I am over analyzing.  Never good.  Today I also realized that I don't decide to do something unless I know that I will succeed at it.  What's that about??  No idea where that came from.  Okay, I know by now you are thinking that I have lost my marbles.  All of them. But I think this is "normal."  If it's not, don't tell me.  I do better operating in denial...  Seriously, I can't be the only person who thinks about this stuff.  So there you have it.  Me.  As of right now.  In a nutshell.  I wish I was put together, well informed, highly motivated and living the dream, but we can't do it all, be it all or have it all.  Right about now I am just hoping to remember to brush my hair and match my clothes.  And I think that's okay.  For the time being.  Yeah.  That's it.  That's all I've got.

Gone to find my marbles,

SRS

Bad luck streak

I have this friend.  Who shall remain nameless.  I would love to divulge her name, but she would throat punch me and leave me for dead in a skinny minute.  She is quite possibly the funniest person that I know (Don't be getting a big head now-you know who you are).  If I had to pick two words to describe her I would opt for Lorlai Gilmore (just a younger version).  Hands down.  So the past 48 hrs of her life have provided some of us with some really good entertainment.  Now I will pass it along to you.  I did ask for permission, so I am not a total jerk.  Her experiences happened to flow in good form so I will just give it to you straight. With my own thoughts added here and there...

Sunday:
Impromptu coffee date with mystery boy.  It seemed promising. We all had our hopes up.  Who doesn't love an unexpected date? It wasn't a good situation.  He arrived a head of the scheduled meeting time and purchased his own coffee so she was left to spring for her own cup of joe. (really?? who does that?).  He also picked a table outside (I mean Sunday wasn't exactly cool weather.  Hello sweatyness)  He also conveniently took the seat in the shade.  Now add a little sunburn to the sweat.   All in all the coffee date=not awesome.

Sunday Night:
Called into work.  Car breaks down.  Left it at Denny's.  Didn't even know that place existed in 2011.  I'm sure she was really excited about starting her week off at Denny's)


Monday:
Bathroom situation.  Iphone falls into the toilet.  The toilet is not empty.  It wasn't pretty.  I won't go into detail, but just imagine worst of the worst type situation if you smell what I'm stepping in people...hint hint.  The Iphone had to be fished out.....told you it wasn't pretty. She's a good woman, I just don't know if I could have done it.

Monday Night:
After a small Gilmore Girls marathon we try to get on her blog.  It says suspended.  We mull over it forever bc we can't figure out why its not working.  Then she remembers that there may have been some really cute "baby in the bath tub" pics from a while back.  Let me add that she is not a freak or anything.  These kids were really cute.  I would have done the same.  Maybe.  Needless to say, maybe the blog has been suspended for naked baby pics. Which then led to us bystanders totally giving her you know what.  Sex offender jokes out of the wazoo thrown her way.  It was mean, but never have I laughed so hard.  Bad things happen to good people.....

So that's all I've got for now.  I have laughed a lot.  Not in a mean way.  In a totally innocent way:)

Don't stick your hand in the toilet,
SRS

Throw your hands up in the air

Like you just don't care. Or not. If you do not know me very well, then I suggest you halt reading right about now.  Because you just won't grasp the significance of what I am about to share.  Now that that's out of the way, let me begin.  This past weekend we had New Wine at St. Andrew's.  Let me pause- I whole heartedly think that I love St. A's.  Just needed to put that out there.  Any who, we had New Wine.  I will share all the deep stuff I learned a little later.  I had a personal miraculous moment while at New Wine.  To most this is insignificant, but to me, I basically climbed a mountain. Ok, maybe that is pushing it a bit, but it was great all in the same.  So let me paint you the scene.  It was Saturday night.  The worship team was off the chain.  Seriously off the chain AWESOME.  You had to be there.  So usually I get there early and do the seat saving, but I was running late bc I tried to go to too many things that day (story of my life).  Side note- I don't love sitting alone.  I'm a tad insecure...yada yada yada.  So when walking in alone I immediately tried to find peeps that I knew.  I found someone.  A great someone.  One problem, they were on the front row.  I don't do too well on the front row.  Enter in that insecurity and throw in some vulnerability.  I mean, lots of people can see you.  You aren't lost in the crowd.  But I was desperate.  Desperate times call for desperate measures.  I took my little self to the front.  Now the people I was with are super cool.  Really, I promise.  One of them can just totally rock it out like it's no one's business during worship. She breaks it down.  This used to make me incredibly nervous slash envious.  I just think its cool how some people can just be free and do what they want.  Word.  In the past, I was 345% hesitant to not even raise one hand or throw in a clap during worship.  Here is what I like to do.  I usually have something with pockets that I nervously shove my hands in to.  When they start to inch upwards I just push em back on down.  I never wanted to be a hand raiser.  No offense.  It just wasn't my style.  I'm a chicken.  A big one at that.  Usually with hands in the pocket I kinda bob the head around a little and then kinda move the feet a little.  Nothing too crazy.   I'm a conservative person.  Well while I was up there I had a thought.  I thought to myself, "Sarah, what is your problem?  Do what you want.  Don't be such a chicken.  You are a chicken by the way.  Who cares?  Just let it go.  For real.  Run & tell that.  (So I didn't say run and tell that, but you get the point.) So while up there I decided it was time to stop worrying about what people think.  I mean, I dress up in weird costumes and pretend to be the Holy Spirit for all the kids and play dodgeball with grandmas, what's the harm in enjoying the music a little more.  So it happened.  Eventually my hands felt like they were on fire.  I had to take them out of the pockets...It took a few minutes, but I finally stopped being a nervous nelly and just let the hands roam free...so to speak.  They were hanging out about waist high most of the time, but they eventually made the journey north.  Yes they did my friends.  The hands went high and it was awesome.  Time didn't stop or anything, but that was a milestone for me.  Plus it was kind of in secret I think, so the rep is still protected for the most part. That's all I've got for now.  Deep stuff to come later.

SRS

My friend

Quote of the day and it's still early.  The author shall remain anonymous, because I don't think he or she would like to be in the spotlight...PS-I have the best friends.  Hands down.

"I also went #2 in the woods yesterday and used leaves to clean myself. Feeling a little itchy."

Oh Nuts

Who ever thought this was a clever idea?

They clearly have no filter.  Or class.  I'm disturbed.  And now you may also be.  Oh America...

This one was even worse...

The decal really adds a lot of class....If you have one, I am indeed judging you.  And to the girl who I saw driving a truck with these lil nuggetts on it in Pregnall, SC, you have issues or you are dating a real stand up fella.  Word up.

Today's venture to MUSC

Today I went to MUSC.  Just that alone is a miracle.  I should stop there.... but I shalt not stop.  I went to visit a dear friend who has C.F. but has been kicking it in the tale.  Anywho, he usually doesn't offer up the visitation invitation, so I accepted before I had time to think about it.  If you didn't know, I just so happen to HATE hospitals.  I never know where to park, which building to go to or how to find the right elevator.  It is never a good situation.  I made it to the hospital.  I found a delightful spot right out in front.  It took a while just to get my bearings.  If only they would have just said find the "Children's Hospital."  Would have made things a bit easier.  Eventually I made it.  Once inside, I began to lose control.  There were people everywhere.  Moving 103 mph.  I walked down like every single hall looking for an elevator.  No elevators, but I did find the cafeteria, some door I was not supposed to open, starbucks etc....I finally made my way back to the middle.  Meanwhile, Royall is on the phone trying to direct me...fail.  I kind of gave up.  I was about to either cry or break something when I heard my name. It was little Megan Hensley Simon.  I immediately felt better, plus I then spotted the elevators.  I made it to the room and we hung out.  My dismount is where things went bad.  I pressed the down button to summon an elevator.  It only took about 10 min for it to get there.  When the doors opened I knew I was destined for negativeness.  There were like 12 people including someone in a wheelchair.  Not a lot of open space.  One crazy, 1 eyed lady told me to join the party.  I wanted to say no thanks so bad, but I didn't want to wait another 2 days for another elevator to come passing by.  So I slowly stepped in.  The doors shut.  The air became stifling hot.  I noticed some terrible smells.  I tried to keep my head down, but then I almost gagged.  There was a man with the grungiest feet I have ever seen.  Sometimes gross man feet just sucker punch me in serious nausea.  Plus the doors opened on every single floor.  Meaning that it took me ten minutes to ride down 8 floors.  Crazy one eyed lady invited people on every single time the doors opened.  Then they would press buttons which would then make our trip even longer.  It was not a good situation.  Just when I thought that I was going to be down for the count the doors opened to the lobby.  THANK GOD! I was losing it.  I don't think I have ever moved that fast....I raced to my car and got the hizeck out of there. 

Yours truly,
Dr. Sass

I'm chock full of dem emotions..

This weekend was nothing short of delightful.  Seriously.  Friday night I enjoyed a glorious dinner + I got to give a swirley to one of my favorite kids.  Saturday started off nice and slow.  Just the way I like it.  I woke up late, piddled around, played some guitar and then went and threw the cast net down at the boat landing.  Just for fun.  Sidenote- throwing the cast net could be one of my favorite things.  Just saying.  Then I began packing my bag.  Because I was heading to McClellanville.  So glorious.  Before I left, I got a phone call.  An amazing phone call.  It was Biz.  I should have known something was up because she told me that I would have to write a song for her wedding.  We happen to talk about that subject a good bit, so I didn't immediately pick up what she was putting down if you get my drift.  Then it hit me.  Oh crap.  Holy Moly.  I think she may be engaged.  As soon as that happened I had to hang up the phone.  Before she even told me.  I don't know why I always feel the need to hang up on the person with the news....At least I didn't drop the F-bomb like I did to Megan.....Whoops...Don't judge.  I composed myself and called back.  She was coming through Mt. Perfect, so it was only natural to meet in the T.J. Maxx parking lot.  We like to keep it classy...So Tyler and I headed to the parking lot.  I was so excited.  Normally I don't get ridonculousy excited about these things, but for some reason I am just so excited for this.  I mean who wouldn't love these two: (Plus its always nice to have some engagement photos taken in front of my car when it is 123 degress....)

 You know I don't like the kissy kissy type pics, but the bride insisted...So I obliged...I mean they are just too dang cute.

After all the congratulating I headed North.  To McClellanville.  To some of my favorite people.  To beautiful surroundings.  To cold beer and fresh fish.  Yes, I was very elated.  So I burned a path to the Carter's house.  It was such a delightful day with some of my favorite people.  I literally sat in the boat for hours.  Just bobbing up and down and chit chatting.  A wonderous past time.  You should try it.  Throw in a cold one and Cheese-its and it will make it that much better.  We were outside forever.  Then we went up to get ready for supper.  While prepping, the next door neighbor came flying up the steps.  Apparently an old person, an injured person and a dog were stuck in their elevator.  Sounds awesome.  So everyone rushed over.  I stayed to man the grill.  And sweat.  And drink the beer so it didn't spoil.  Eventually the victims were rescued just in the nick of time. We had a glorious dinner of fresh grilled mahi, shrimp, crinkled fries, pasta salad, corn on da cob, and assorted fruit.  DELICIOUS.  Betsy made a blue berry pie thing which was life changing.  Blue berries are super foods, so naturally it was healthy.  Then Clay and I went down under the house to start our ping pong championship.  Not to brag, but I won.  It was awesome.  I only took a few pics, so here they are:

I came home this morning to catch church.  Then I went to lunch with some awesome people.  And then I was a lush.  I played MLB on the xbox for like 3 hours.  After being lazy, I headed to the Sass house for Father's Day supper.  On that note, let's talk about Herb.  Well, he's kind of an angel.  For reals.  He's my dad, he's my boss and he's my bestie.  I know no other person like him.  He is loyal, hardworking and sentimental.  Plus, he is chock-full of some wisdom.  He also introduced me to Indiana Jones, Star Wars, Back to the Future, CCR, the Atlanta Braves,  lunch at costco, Citadel sports events  and the 6P's (Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance).  I just love him.  A whole lot.  Just look at him:

Well, I'm off to read.  This is week #2 in the "experiment."  Wish me luck!

SRS

Where did my friends go??

This is a rhetorical question because I actually know where it is that they went, but I have 2% of me that would like to be dramatic at the moment.  Let me pause, (pause-deep breath) I am about to share something that has been on my heart for a little while.  Please do not take this the wrong way.  This post is not meant to put a negative spin on anything that will be talked about below.  It is just something that I, Sarah,  have been coping with.  Just me.  I like to process by writing and what not.  Alright.  Here goes.  So I have been having a little bit of a coping situation at church.  Just bare with me folks.  A while back, I would walk into church and there would literally be 20 of my closest friends.  Seriously.  It was like a 1.5 hr social utopia.  That may also be dramatic.  Church would finish up, then I would walk outside and everyone would be standing outside suggesting places to go to lunch. Which is funny because we always went to Andolinis anyways.  I loved it.  In fact, I will go as far as to say that it was glorious.  It is a tidbit different nowadays.  Since City Church started (this is in no way bad about City Church, I just straight up miss my people) I have like 2 close friends (my age) that still go to old school St. A's. No lie, most of my friends are downtown now.  I guess I just get sad.  I feel like I don't have a community to be in that's my age.  So why don't I just go down there?  Well, I actually prayed about it and don't think that I am supposed to.  I don't want to just go down there because it's what my friends do.  Except on the fun party in the park days...hehe.  It's been a tough transition.  Now I usually just sit by myself unless one of my older friends (that have families) gives me the nod to come sit.  Don't get me wrong, I love my older friends.  To pieces.  I just feel bad that I bombard their families with myself.  Lately I have just been looking around during the service trying to see if I know people.  Weird huh?  Sorry it's true.  If you find me staring at you during communion...now you know.  That's not a bad thing.  Now new people are coming.  Different things are happening.  We are all growing in different ways.  I just am not sure what to do with it at this present moment.  I start thinking that my friends are going to forget about me or something.  Even though I know thta they won't..hopefully.  I know you probably think I am a dork or whatever, I just wanted to share this.  I then happened to read this today in Jesus Calling:

"I have called each of my children to a different path, distinctly designed for that one.  Do not let anyone convince you that his path is the only right way.  And be careful not to extol your path as superior to another's way.  What I require of you is to act justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly with me-wherever I lead."

So basically, I need to not worry what other people are doing or if I missing out on something.  I need to just be where I am called to be.  I need to be content.  I need to learn to abide where I am.  Who knows what kind of opporunities the Lord has over here?  I guess this was more of a pep talk to myself....Don't judge. 

SRS

People watching gone bad

So in the past 24 hrs I have come across two different people that have more or less (mostly more) sketched me out.  They weren't even trying.  1st was yesterday afternoon.  I was at the farmer's market.  I was having myself a grand ol time.  I got in the corn line which is the single most delicious thing offered at the farmer's market.  There I was.  So excited.  Until I looked down.  What I thought was a cute little 10yr oldish girl, was actually terrifying.  She was holding a snake.  Well, I can't do snakes.  I started freaking out.  May have gagged.  I had to evacuate pronto.  With no kettle corn.  Mission failed.  Take a look:

I mean, who besides Britney Spears has snakes??  I was just beside myself.  I still am.  After that, Mattie and I went to Sully's to catch the sunset.  While there, something more freaky came across our path.  I have no words to describe the situation.  No idea why she as dressed how she was or what the occasion. Nonetheless, I was slightly disturbed.  Want to see?

Yes.  Woman in a veil.  Older woman.  Maybe she is a princess or something.  *Disclaimer: If you happen to know either of these people, please refrain from showing them this.  It is not meant in a bad way.  Also, I prolly shouldn't snap their pic without them knowing....so you get the drift.  After being in disturbia I needed something to clear this lil mind.  So tonight I headed to Pitt St. bridge to check out the sunset and full moon.  Here is what I found:

(Sully's yesterday)

(So beautiful)

 (Rutledge was out paddling)

 (Kind of heavenly)

 (Bunch of paddlers coming in with their headlamps on)

I seriously could watch the sunset every single night.  So majestic.  Magical if you will.  Here is a lil nugget about me.  I love old school music.  While taking these nighttime pics, I was listening to Bruce Springsteen's "I'm on Fire."  It's a good one.  Also Fleetwood Mac's "Never going back again."  Makes for a good time.  I listen to "I'm on Fire" every single day on the way to work.  Got to love The Boss.  I would also like to add that Tessa is back in the 843.  Thank you Lord!

Love you longtime,
SRS

PS- The experiment is going rather well.  I feel like a new woman.  Alright, that may be on the dramatic side, but I do feel much more at ease.  Goodbye burnout.  I thought it was supposed to be for just 1 week.  Apparently it is supposed to be for much longer. We will see how it goes:)

My "not so radical" radical experiment

I have decided to do an experiment. On myself.  Well actually, there is one more person doing the same on their self also.  So I guess it's a tandem experiment.  But I'm not telling anyone what the parameters are because I don't want to skew the results.  I did disclose it to one person, just so I could have some accountability and what not.  I can tell you this much:  I have been a little overloaded lately.  Lucky for me I am a very high functioning overloader, but even us high functioners have to crash and burn sometimes.  I tend to get overloaded in two areas: events and relationships.  Plus I have a slight problem saying no.  I always find myself saying yes, when I should maybe say no...or at least try and prolong the yes...Then there are my people.  I just so happen to love my people, but I sometimes find myself on people overload.  I accidently forget how to manage relationships.  Then I feel bad.  People get mad.  Guilt sets in...It's a downhill slope.  I always feel like I have to have all of my ducks in a row.  All of my events of the day set up perfectly.  Like if I am going to point A, I always like to know when I will then be going to point B. While at point A, I will wonder about point C....It's a bad cycle.  It prevents me from fully enjoying the moment.  I'm done with it.  I'm going to try and just be.  It also means that I have to be tough.  I often feel lil twangs of guilt when friends/people I love say they don't see me anymore and what not.  Then I feel like I have to prove something or whatever, because I don't want them to think that I love them any less.  Because I don't.  I love them all.  At the same time.  A whole lot.  (I don't even know if this is making any sense whatsoever)  (You can hit the x at the top of your screen whenever you feel the need) It's too hard.  *Sidenote: Other person doing the experiment brought up a good point.  Here it is.  (If any of my friends are reading this, DO NOT BE OFFENDED.  I am prolly not talking about you.  I just need to vent this out.  It's a good point)  She asked if I was always the one going to visit and what not.  Yes, that's me.  She knows me too well.  Note to self-become more mysterious.  She wasn't saying this to be mean.  She was saying that when people say "Hey we haven't seen you in forever."  Tell them my address.  Then they can come visit me.  I don't know if I am that bold, but at least I am aware of it.  Good to know.  There are not enough hours in the day.  Then you throw church stuff in there.  Don't get me wrong, church stuff is not bad.  It's just not always a good idea to be doing too much stuff.  It's always way easier to pile stuff on then to take things off.  You get bogged down. Then bad attitude sets in.  And you know the story.  After all of that, where is the time to play guitar?  Or write?  Or read?  I mean I realized I haven't been reading hardly at all.  I am normally on a 1 book/per week pace.  (Confession:  I realized I hadn't even read my bible (for fun-not to just look something up) in like 10 months.  Hello?  Throw up a flag.  How in the world do I expect to grow if I'm not doing jack?? Don't judge.  I'm just being vulnerable here)  Or take pictures?  Or go on the boat? Or go on adventures?  Or play pranks on your neighbors..It disappears.  And those are the things that fill this ol tank.  And let's face it- we all operate a whole heck of a lot better when we have a full tank.  So there you have it. I may have crashed, but I am trying to prevent the burn.  Hence the experiment.   

See you soon...or maybe not,
your lil scientist friend,

SRS

The Weekend Warrior

It's hard to put this weekend into words.  I know, I am a talker, but truly this weekend was stellar.  I will just bombard you with pictures... I think I spent most of it in the boat.  No complaints there.  On Friday, Megan, Wimmy, M Dodds and Melissa went on a stellar boat ride.  No joke.  We cruised up Shem Creek and found dolphin galore along with my friend Tyler.  Then we headed to the coal tipple to catch the sunset.  Here it is.

Here is Megan.  I kind like her.  A lot.  She look s sweet and innocent, but she's not.  Her mom's an angel though.  She used to the live in the room next to mine.  It was a great time.  Then she ditched me.  To live with a boy.  Bad decision.  I keep praying she will return.  Ain't gonna happen.  I know.

Aren't they kinda cute??  Yeah, I like em.

Here is where I was trying to practice casting the fly rod. It wasn't successful.  Well the casting was 50% successful.  There was minor scuffling on the boat....Mattie took the ones of me fishing.  Just so you know:)

This is how the scuffle ended for the time being.  

After sunset, we rode up the Wando to the Cotton Dock and saw a wedding.  It was BEAUTIFUL!  Nighttime on the boat = my favorite.

After the Cotton Dock we headed home.  It was pitch black dark.  We did spend a minor 2 min in the water pushing the ol boat off of a flat.  Did I mention in was a very, very low tide.  It made for a good time.  On the way back down the Wando, we saw the Riverdog's fireworks.  That led to us going full speed, singing the national anthem in the dark.  We are very patriotic.  

Saturday I helped Megan move furniture.  We found black Jesus.  I will explain that one another day.  I had so much fun hanging with her.  Naturally we hit up the Celadon Outlet.  Agh.  I didn't buy anything.  I'm so proud.  Of myself.  Then I went in the boat again Sat night.  It was beautiful yet again.  The Hipp ladies and I hit up some dinner on the boat. 

Sunday was once again one of my favorites.  Went to church.  Had lunch with Beaffreywan.  The mini Dodds also popped in for a visit.  Then I went home and cleaned out my car.  Very theraputic.  I found some good stuff.  Like a spork and a headlamp.  Then I made a tool box.  I tried to organize the garage.  Played MLB 2K11 on the Xbox.  Then I went down to Hobcaw to find the parentals.  Found em.  They seemed to be enjoying the pool and the masses of people..Then I took the boat out.  Evening time on the boat is quite possibly the best time.  You don't need sunscreen, no crowds, sunsets, happy hour...the list goes on.  Tonight I took some of my other favorites on the boat.  Seriously.  These kids are 100% awesome.  I mean we are basically a 3 man wolf-pack.  With a secret handshake.  Run & tell that.  Plus they got to meet the councilman (They waived signs with me, so it was prolly good that they actually got to meet Herb).  Very exciting..  We headed out around 6 ish.  Did some tubing.  Ate some chicken.  The  kidlets did some swimming and what not.  They also got to see the secret spot.  I must say, the secret spot was in all its glory tonight.  We got there right when the tide turned so we had plenty of water.  The sun was perfect.  It came down slow tonight too so we got to enjoy it.  

 Here is the 3 man wolf-pack.  I mean we look cool.  Right??

 This is one of the reasons I love T.  I mean, who else rocks guns like that?  While shivering because he is freezing cold.

 I kind of loved this tree. 

 I may or may not have casually tricked him into playing a game where I got to make him fall in the water...It was accidental.

 This sunset was gorgeous.  This may be my favorite pic of the night.  I haven't said it in a while, but Thank the Lord I live here.  I mean, seriously, what gets better than watching the sun go down, while hearing birds and bobbing along in the boat?  NADA.  Thank you Lord.  For reals.

I have put too many pictures in this post, but I like it.  So they stay.  Now I am listening to some old school Dave Matthews, while I read, with my favorite candle (from the Anthro).  I surely hope you had a good weekend.  

Until next time,

SRS