"Come On Back To Me"

So here's what I've been learning in the last week and a half:

God. Is. Awesome.

He's funny, omnipotent, "not safe, but good", ironical, a hint sarcastic, omnipresent, loving. Has great taste in art. Forgiving.

Last night was such a huge a) blessing b) blasty blast. Lauren and I were ridiculous and girlie and did A LOT of grocery shopping. Mom got home late from work. She and Lindsey were going to work on Lindsey's wedding invites, but she didn't have time to get dinner before Lindsey got there. So Lauren and I volunteer. We hop in Lauren's Honda and hightail it to Whole Foods where we buy everything that looks like it tastes good in addition to the list. Everything we need we can't find there, so we go to Harris Teeter next, where I divulge a lot of my life for the past month and a half to her. I expect horror and rebuke, and find solace, understanding, forgiveness, love encouragement. It was-- well, I almost cried right in the middle of Harris Teeter. She and I cracked up instead and kept talking about stuff. Got more things, got checked out by the same three clerk boys about 8 times b/c we kept walking by as we remembered things we forgot. Then we had to go to Safeway still, for cream and Carmel Capuccino Icecream (which they didn't have there either.. ugh). We get back, unload all our purchases for the hungry bunch, and Mom tells us we were supposed to get two chickens, not one, and to go back to the store and get two more. So back in the car we go, and get our two chickens (we ended up only needing one-- if anyone wants some rotisserie chicken, or salad- COME OVER!).

Then Lauren and I load up our plates and go to the basement to watch, brace yourselves, Stomp the Yard. Three words: Fly fo sho. It was hysterical, took itself too seriously, and had some really really sick dance moves. In short: Lauren and I want to be more black and go to Truth college and step.

Half way through the movie, Lauren and I paused and went upstairs to help clean up dinner and make tastey Smart Pop Kettle Korn and talk to Mom. It was fun, and we talked Mom into Stomping the rest of the Yard with us. After, Lauren and I went upstairs, facebooked our lives for a bit, and fell hard asleep. She left to go to work a little while ago and Mom and I did the studying of la Biblia, drank coffee, and talked about how our country is scarily careening out of control with no direction and no controlled passion, which is sad, considering we have a history filled with beautifully directed passion and protest and politics (I'm thinking the 60s-- not hippies, mind you, more Dr. King). And also: the printing press. Which is an incredible thing, we agreed, and definitely in the top five of man's best inventions.

Giving up secular music with lyrics for the month. As a result: lots of Yo-Yo Ma, Jon Brion and Mark Mothersbaugh. The entirity of the Pride & Prejudice soundtrack, ooo, and Ottmar Liebert. Forgot how much I love Third Day. Mmm southern rock.

Haven't gotten any farther/further(?) through White Noise. But there's been stuff going on, so yeah. Work today from 12-8. Ugh. I hate this stupid job.

This was ridiculously long. Sorry.

-H