Does anyone still read this blog? It’s been a while. I read through the last few forward-looking posts and am here to tie up any loose threads: Yes, I ran that marathon. I even have the 26.2 sticker to prove it. Easily one of the hardest and most memorable things I’ve accomplished. I’ll do another one someday. Yes, I got into graduate school. And graduated. I’m now officially a speech-language pathologist; I work with 3- to 5-year-olds. I still care deeply about children whose home lives are less than ideal and work in a setting where I can serve some of those kids. I also ended my crazy moving streak (6 apartments in 2 years, seriously?!) and have lived in the same spot for going on 3 years. A little unbelievable. Oh yeah, and I moved halfway across the country and got married to the best man I know. What a crazy 4 years it’s been.

I’ve been thinking about how you have to close chapters in some dreams to pursue other ones. I feel like I’m simultaneously mourning the dreams that won’t ever happen (I really thought I could move to Egypt) and excited for the dreams that I’m living now. And isn’t it amazing to think that there are dreams that I haven’t even thought of yet?



This has been such a 14-things kind of day.

-Breakfast with Audrey – sourdough multigrain pancakes with peanut butter and real maple syrup on top.  Amazing.

-Shane & Shane’s Hosea – look it up on Grooveshark.

-Rest and peace after a very difficult week

-A relatively easy 13 mile run

-Clif Shot Bloks — these taste a million times better than Gu.

-Baking sourdough bread that, for the first time since I’ve had that silly starter, turned out halfway decently.  Not perfect, but very promising.  I celebrated by cutting it with my brand new, super nice, graduation gift bread knife.  (Thanks, Mom and Dad.)

-Finding a recipe for sourdough banana bread – next on my list to try

-Running into someone I know at the grocery store.  I think that’s one of the first signs that you are beginning to settle into a place.  I’ve lived in this town for 8 months and I just now had my first random, “Hey, I know you” moment.  It makes leaving a little bittersweet, just when I’m starting to hit those ‘I live here now’ milestones.

-A tax return.

-A skype date with David. : )  We are getting to be experts at this long-distance thing.

-Sharing stories with Audrey about people who keep life interesting. (HA.)

-Splurging $1.39 on my favorite brand of Greek yogurt

-Wearing a comfy Nebraska sweatshirt – on the day of the spring game, how coordinated is that?

-Being a week away from seeing my Michigan sister for Easter!!


32. Sunshine on cold days

35. Peanut butter to mix into ice cream

40. Frozen vegetables to put on an injured knee

43. Waking up completely warm and cozy on a cold morning

45. Cold blue light reflecting on a mirror

46. Goodnight prayers

47. Lunch with Audrey

50. The whistle of a teakettle

53. The first spring rain

56. Wisps of steam rising, dancing, disappearing from a mug of hot tea

61. The first flowerbud of spring, poking through the ground

63. A far-off train whistle

64. A pink-gold sunrise through dark skeletons of trees

66. Animal crackers and accompanying childhood memories

gift horses

FOR SALE: PEA fowl pairs, FREE.
Mar 18, 2011

Dad found this ad in the Midwest Messenger while I was home on spring break.  Free peacocks might have seemed like a better idea had I not just read this passage in a novel of the old West:

The peacocks were one of Dad’s moneymaking shcemes that didn’t quite pan out.  Dad had paid a lot of money to import breeding peacocks from a farm back east.  He was convinced that peacocks were a sure-fire sign of elegance and style, and that folks who bought carriage horses from him would also be willing to shell out fifty bucks for one of those classy birds.  He planned to sell only the male birds so we’d be the sole peacock breaders this side of the Pecos.

Unfortunately, Dad overestimated the demand for ornamental birds in west Texas–even among the carriage set–and within a few years, our rance was overrun with pacocks.  They strutted around screeching and squaking, pecking our knees, scaring the horses, killing chicks, and attacking hogs, though I have to admit it was a glorious sight when, from time to time, those peacocks paused in their campaign of terror to spread their plumes and preen.

Half Broke Horses: A True-Life Novel by Jeannette Walls



Today I received a long-hoped-for letter of acceptance for the communication disorders program at the University of Nebraska.

Ella sensed my excitement about the envelope, and as I ripped it open she joined me by joyously shredding* the junk mail that had accompanied it.

Haha.  I’m glad she’s joining me for another new adventure.  :)

*David claims she is going to destroy our birth certificates someday.  He may have a point.  I guess I will just have to keep them out of reach…

14 things

(from my new list)

8. Bouquets of roses and daisies on the kitchen counter

11. Choosing Ella out of all the dogs at the animal shelter

12.. Walking outside on an early spring morning

14. Hot tea in my favorite Hanukkah mug

15. A peanut-butter-banana breakfast

17. The sound of geese flying North

18. Pale green avocados

21. A new journal

22. The moment when a baby learns to roll over

24. New mercies every single morning

25. The sound of wind in pine trees – powerful yet gentle

27. The way the guinea pig squeaks when she hears us open the vegetable drawer

28. Audrey’s cheerfulness in the morning

30. The end of a long week


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