Thank you. And amen.

Yes.  Yes.  And, yes.

Love - The modern-day Elizabeth Bennett

*props to one of my favorite bloggers... the Wiliest Brunette I know.

Evil Sundays - Take 6

Evil Takes a Gentleman Caller

(in the form of her Jesus)

It's ok that I'm mad

I've determined this.  It's ok to be angry.  As much as my southern pleasantries engrained in me fight against it, it's absolutely fine to be mad.  Or sad.  Or even rageful.

So I'm mad.

I'm mad at everything and nothing.  I'm mad at silly things like my closet and my nail polish.  I'm mad that my refrigerator is always empty even though I actually prefer it that way.  I'm mad that my Pandora station is bad today.  I'm mad that someone in my office has that "ding-ding" text signal that belongs to some of the kryptonite on my phone.  I'm mad that I wore tights today when it's 70+ degrees outside and the perfect day to finally wear these:

I'm angry at boys for being dumb.  And I'm also angry at the boys who aren't dumb because then I can't blame everything on "boys are dumb".  I'm angry that friends move.  I'm angry that I can't take everyone I care about on vacation with me.  I'm angry that a Reese egg is so good, yet so bad.  I'm angry that it's that time of year when everyone everywhere is pregnant.

I'm furious that I can't fix things.  I'm furious that people I care about are going through things beyond their control.  I'm furious at people I've never met for not thinking major decisions through before affecting other people's lives.  I'm furious that people hide things like anger and sadness because "everything happens for a reason" or "God's in control".  Even if those statements are real and true, those hidden nuggets are valid.

All that to say... it's also ok that I'm mad.  It's ok to be angry.  And it's just fine to be furious.  Without these rageful feelings, I wouldn't realize how much I cared about these same things.  I might take someone for granted without feeling such livid irritation on their behalf.  I wouldn't know how important things are to me.

So again, I say, I'm mad.  And I'm ok with that.

Really, Joy?

Why did the "beige" nail polish I picked out turn into a color reminiscent of jaundice?

Evil Sundays - Take 5

Evil Takes A Look Back

(The picture that made her mine)

Running Season. Ready, Set, Go!!

I did my first 5k of the season this weekend, and I'm mostly happy that I finished it.  I run regularly.  But I run at my own pace on my own schedule as I feel it and as my body allows it on any given day.  I refuse to let my medical issues stand in the way of things I want to accomplish, but at the same time I have to listen to what my body is telling me.  Instead of complaining about my limitations, I'll celebrate the fact that I know how to read the signs and push through accordingly.

My time was slow, but the Grimaldi's pizza celebration with some of the DTG Run Club (led by the fabulous Liz Schwarzwalder) was a wonderful celebratory way to start the running season!!

Happy Friday

Friday.  You did not come quickly enough this week.  But you're here now.  And I love you.

No, I'm not enjoying any "daytime lovemaking".  It's just afternoon.  And I'm delighted.