its another day in the dusty haze...

i must truly be an internet geek at heart because i have caught myself saying aloud 'i should blog about that' numerous times in the past two weeks. i am learning that just because something isn't noteworthy, doesn't mean it isn't blogworthy ;o) yet life has seemed to fill up almost every spare moment until now... and as luck would have it, all of those slightly-less-than-noteworthy moments have passed and suddenly i have no idea what to blog about!

i am going home to colorado in less than a week and i am really excited. this quarter has passed by with amazing berevity -- mostly because of my trek home at the end of may -- and yet i feel sooooo in need of a break and the refreshing embraces of the ones i know and love.

if i were to name this next chapter it would be entitled 'patent pending.' i feel like the Lord is up to so much work in my life. there are days that are super difficult for me to face, (though no more than the difficulty the gold faces when letting go of its dross) but all in all life here in seatter is g- double-o d. i know there are also some things in my life with which i really need to 'fish or cut bait' (is that the expression?) you know, like take some ownership...but gah! committment is soooooooooooooo unsettling! i have been learing how to play the guitar. that has been interesting. probably one of the things in my life i have had the most dedication to. you have to start somewhere i suppose. but, seriously, life is too short. i know that there is a time for everything, but i can tell that it is due season and so i'm excited.

while i'm home i think i will get to see some good faces -- some much needed faces. and i will also be out on a sail boat..for many days! many days for some thoughtfulness. that will be really great.

also, this weekend i got to spend some time out on lake washington with my friends who recently acquired a new boat, i studied for finals (eek) -- called my dad (of course) and discovered a new favorite coffee shop! it has been super rainy and so there is a really huge and noisy truck across the street that is pumping water out of the construction site where they are building new town homes in place of my once favorite old house on the street. my roomate and i are talking about adopting a little dog -- well actually, not that little, like maybe an alaskan mal or something...? i really have a lot of finals work to do, so i should probably go. i have jason aldean playing in my head (and he takes the tractor another round...) does that mean i was made for middle america?