Day 4

Its day 4.  Everyone is still alive and accounted for here at the Dodds household.  Its been fun.  I will be honest.  I am tired.  The one that I am responsible for is one social little human being.  I thought that I did a lot.  I pale in comparison to Ben Dodds.  There are smelly/sweaty middle school boys everywhere.  I mean everywhere.  Either they are here, or there, or on the way here or on the way there.  It smells like the old Wando locker room.  Last night, Ben and I went to dinner.  It just so happened that we had to pick up one of his many friends.  As soon as the friend got in, one of my worst nightmares occurred .  I immediately smelled one of my least favorite smells in the entire universe.  AXE.  If you haven't smelled it, just imagine a middle school boys cologne/body wash/deodorant all in one.  I haven't smelled it since I was a middle school leader.  It kinda smells like Abercrombie & Fitch. (You know how you can smell A&F halfway down King St and then you run as fast as possible the other way??)  Any who, we went to dinner.  I was exhausted just starting some convos up.  The friend was not a big talker, but he eventually came around.  Plus he kept calling me mam, which I corrected him every time.   Won't be having any "mamming" around here.  Last night, 3 middle school boys spent the night.  I had to peel them away from the video games late in the night to only find them a few hours later (in the unmentionable hours) talking about their "sick nasty" fantasy football team and some girls.  Seriously.  I feel like I am back in 1998 at Moultrie Middle.  (Should have asked them to play MASH or something)  I had to regulate with some empty threats...  but I tricked them pretty good.  Finally, all in the house was sleeping and my gray hairs began to recede... I hope.

So needless to say, I was a bit sluggish today.  Little irritable, but didn't punch anyone, so I think we are good.  I got to eat breakfast with the Caroline Senf, who just so happens to be one of my all time favorite people in the world.  No exaggerations there.  For once.  If you can, say a prayer for her granddad.  I also got some good insight this afternoon from another one of my favs.  Learned a lot of lil nuggets of info that I need to sort out.  I will get back to that later.  That's all I've got for today.  I think I am going on a lil walk about with my new music.  Ahhh.  Sounds good to me.

Get down on it,

SRS

PS-Robbie Dodds cooked supper Sunday night.  One of the best rib eyes I have ever, ever, ever had.  Boy has some talent with the meat.

On being a bad *ss

Sometimes I will be riding in my car.  Listening to stellar music.  Feeling pretty good.  About myself and other random things.  If the mood is right, then I can feel pretty bad a.. Then some dingle dong does something dumb such as: swerving in front of me, cutting me off or making me get the tank off of cruise control.  Now in my everyday habitat I am usually pretty conservative, nice, cordial and caring. (sorry to toot my own horn there..)  But when someone wrongs me on the road... it can get dirty.  On the road I feel like I can do whatever i want... maybe bc no one is watching.  So sometimes if they make me really, really mad I may give them the finger (only on special occasions), but only if they aren't looking at me because if they saw it I would feel absolutely terrible.  I know. I'm sorry.  Its bad.  I usually say something mean to them even though they have no idea.  So today that happened.  After I gave them the sign, which they weren't even looking at me, I started feeling pretty good about myself..  I'm sure there is something really wrong with that.  Then I realized that my front windows are pretty tinted and even if they wanted to see, there is no way they can.  My coolness was instantly deflated on the spot.  All those times I felt cool.  Gone.   the glory days are over...

Day 1

Today was day 1 of 8 of staying with the Dodds boys.  So far so good.  Everyone is alive and accounted for.  Thanks to technology I can stalk them. Right now I am sitting on the couch.  I just happened upon the Notebook.  Right at the best scene. He is rowing her in a pristine row boat.  That just so happens upon a flock of pristine white geese.  Coincidence?  I think not.  Then a perfect romantic rainstorm appears from nowhere.  They happen to fight in the middle of the storm, she gets to kiss Ryan Gosling and then we all no what happens.  Very realistic.  Gets me every time.  I mean, who doesn't get rowed around in a beautiful boat with beautiful geese, an extremely cute man (who builds stuff) and an impromptu rainstorm?  I mean it happens all the time...  Right?  Not so much.  On commercials, I am flipping to some Kenny Chesney concert where he is playing in a nasty tank top.  I can't delve into this one just yet.  I just don't get it.  Any who, lets move on.  Today I helped the Sutherlands move.  It was hot.  And sweaty.  I broke a nail big time.  But it was good.  Great to see them in a really cool house.  So I have been pretty artsy lately.  Lulie's show Thursday night was a good one.  Last night I went to Sarah White's art show on Broad St. and it was really cool.  Then I got to eat at Oak, which is pretty stinking awesome.  But here's the deal.  I am about to get real so stop reading if you need to.  Whenever I eat at real nice restaurants I somehow get kinda sick later in the night.  If you know what I mean...  Well during dinner (which was incredibly delish) I kept praying that all would be well because we were going to Dock Street to see Caroline in South Pacific.  Dinner was so good.  We get to the play.  All is well.  Then at about scene 4 I started to feel not awesome.  But I have strong will power so all was good.  Plus you can't leave until intermission.  Old people everywhere guarding the doors.  I began to get nervous.  Counting the minutes until intermission I was planning my discreet escape.  Intermission finally made its way into my life and I was out of there lickity split.  Sorry if this is bad to talk about.  Luckily I was fine after that, but it got me thinking.  I am not destined to be rich and enjoy fine dining.  It just doesn't treat me well.  I don't know those people do it every night.  Maybe they have conditioned themselves.  I guess I will never know.  Oh well.  So that was random, but it's all I've got.

Now Noah/Ryan Gosling is yelling at her, but he is a really cute yeller.  I mean, I would let him yell at me...  This movie used to make me cry.  Its not working now.  Dag.  Peace out.

She's Blossomed

That's right.  Lulie Martin is big time now.  Last night was Lulie's first big solo art show in Charleston!  One of the Girl Palace originals has hit it.  It was so cool to walk in and see all of Lulie's work hanging beautifully on all of the walls.  Its so fun to see how she has totally come into her own.  I remember the days of her painting in our garage and us begging her for stuff... maybe we accidentally still beg, but that's not important.  Plus her family came, who I absolutely adore.  Its like a bunch of lil Lulie's running around and they are all so cute.  As you know, I am not too artsy, but I think I held my own..   Seriously, she did an awesome job.   Here are a few pics:

So proud of you Lu!!  

Full Circle

Last night I got to eat dinner and hang with three of my favorite people.  As I was sitting there I realized just how small the word is and that my little world has come somewhat full circle in a way.  At the table, I was sitting there, just thinking.  There i was next to one of my best friends from high school.  Across from me was one of my best friends from college/out of college.  And in the middle was a woman who has invested so so so much time/love/care in all 3 of us separately.  Never would I have imagined that my 2 friends(that I full out love) would become friends with each other.  Not for any bad reasons, just that they were my friends in basically 2 separate worlds.  I can't begin to tell you how thankful I am for each of them and I am so thankful that they have become friends.  You see, they have formed a friendship through Christ and they are both walking something out with their moms that I can't even begin to imagine.  They are unbelievable.  I was just sitting there listening to them describe things and I kept thinking that there was no way in the world that I would be able to do that.  No way.  They do it with such grace that I know that it can only come from one place.  They make me want to be a better person actually.  I haven't told them this (because I am a prideful chicken), but they are heroes to me.  No doubt about it.  They are walking out the unimaginable and they are seeking out the Lord in all of it.  The good, the bad and the ugly.  It is so cool to see how God is using each of them.  I just kept thinking of how thankful I am that they have each other to share stories with because as hard as I could try to understand-I don't fully understand what its like.  I am just thankful to get to walk alongside of them and call them my friends.  So I don't know why I am writing this, but it has just been on my heart all morning.  So there you have it.  That's all I've got.

SRS

In my dreams

I would be in this band playing these two songs.  I love them. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3CqR_m6NO0&feature=relmfu

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fcPfaMpSeE

Overkill?

I was behind this car on my way to meet the Chris Simon for lunch today.  You may not be able to see, but all of those stickers are about Jesus coming back. Get ready they say.  Now I know where I will be heading when that does happen... Hopefully.  But, my gosh.  It makde me a lil scared.  Nervous.  Anxious.  All of the above.  Stressed me out.  Sometimes those kind of stickers wig me out.  So I causally shot past them in the next lane while giving them the death glare.  I mean who wants to learn about following Jesus when they read a sticker that says he's coming for you... Like he's a sniper or something.  I like to rock the "Yea God, Boo Devil" personally.  Little less in your face... Just my opinion.  Don't be offended...

Get down on it,

SRS