So I feel like the new blogger format is super svelte and really user friendly...unless you were used to the old one. Now I'm moderately confused but I'm predicting that in a day or two I'll recover, thanks for asking. =)

This is going to be a short post, and maybe more serious than my usual posts. Some things have happened in my circle of friends this week, basically people announcing decisions they've made about how they want to live and sometimes these decisions aren't Biblically based. I was thinking about how many people are actually excited for people when they sin, because it makes them 'happy'. And I've been thinking about this in the back of my mind for most of the week.

Yesterday my toddler and I went outside for some playtime. I'm pretty much frighteningly allergic (slight exaggeration, but only really slight) to everything green. Grass and trees are my worst allergies, and since we live in the woods (which I love) guess what we have lots of?

Yep. Grass and trees. But I am so off track. Annnnyway.

So we went outside and I pulled out the bottle of bubbles I have and blew some bubbles for him. It confuses him that he can't hold them so we can usually only play for a few minutes before he gets frustrated, BUT yesterday I learned something from watching him chase those streams of bubbles across the yard.

We are sometimes like toddlers.

Anytime we try to find happiness apart from Christ, outside of His will, we are like my adorable son chasing those bubbles. He has fun chasing them, but once he 'catches' them they pop. They're almost an illusion, because really, once they pop, it's like they were never there. It's the same with this so called 'happiness' that comes when we as Christians pursue something we know is wrong. Sure it looks fun and we may even have fun, but at the end is...nothing. Not the happiness we'd hoped for. Just us--confused, hurt, and wondering what it is we felt was so important to chase in the first place.

Lists

Some people read the newspaper every day. Personally, I find the newspaper utterly depressing, so I try to limit myself to once a week or so. Instead, I read people's blogs. This serves several purposes. First, if anything crazy important happens in the world and I'm managed to utterly isolate myself from society, I can find out about it from their page. Second, I love reading people's thoughts as they come out in really genuine ways. It's difficult to blog pretentiously. I mean, I suppose it could be done. But for the most part blogging comes out as a sneak peak into someone's brain and while I'm an introvert and don't always feel up to TALKING to people all the time, I'm pretty much always up for peaking inside someone's brain.

You know, that sounded less weird before I typed it.

Anyway, one of my favorite blogs is snowandmist.blogspot.com The woman who writes it is someone I went to college with and she's a teacher right now in Alaska, at the top of the world (are you hearing the Iceroad Truckers Announcer guy? "at the top of the world..." ahem. OKay. Moving on.). I love her thoughts on village life in Alaska, faith, and the frustrations of being a teacher. Not that being a teacher is ever frustrating.

Haha. Moving on again...

The post of hers I read today mentioned how much she loves making lists and I was nodding in agreement the whole time I read her thoughts on this. Making lists is awesome. I make them for several reasons.

1. Keep track of what I need to do.

2. Make myself feel better about what I've done. (This I call the retroactive list. I make a list of all the things I've done and then cross them all off like a retroactive to-do list. It's super satisfying.)

3. Figure out what's in my brain when it feels like mush.

4. Prioritize.

5. Brainstorm ideas for something.

It's interesting that I'm a list maker (in case you wanted a peak into my interesting brain here...) because I'm not that organized of a person. My desk at school is covered in several stacks of papers. I know what they all are, but I'm sure it looks like a nightmare to anyone who walks in the room. Even my seemingly organized file drawer is labeled with folders like "important info" that I can throw random stuff into without figuring out where else it could go.

How about you? Are you a list maker? An organizer?

I have no idea why it's so important that I express these list-making thoughts today. Maybe because I was in a rare organizational mood today? I cleaned my desk at home and hubby's desk too, and they look pretty good if I say so myself. However, there's now a huge pile of papers on the floor in my office nook that needs to be thrown in the trash. But we're out of trash bags because who can remember to buy those at the grocery store? So for now it sits on the floor. Do you think this counteracts the impressiveness of the fact that my desk has never looked better?

Hm. Something to ponder.

PS. Book reviews--several of them. Coming soon! Up next is Firethorn by Ronie Kendig. I read it months ago and no joke, it was so amazing I've been processing it this whole time because there's really no way words could convince you of how awesome this book is (oh the irony). So be excited. But I have to stop typing now or I'm going to steal my thunder.

Home Sweet Home

My family has a serious hereditary condition. I think it can all be traced back to some serious gypsy roots somewhere or another (did they even have Cherokee, Irish, or Scottish gypsies???). We LOVE to travel. All of us. Keep us in one place for too long and we start to get kind of...fidgety.

This time last year we were prepping for our HUGE trip to Alaska, which you can read about earlier on my blog if you missed it. Those of you who are waiting for the rest. Um...don't give up. One day. Maybe.

This year we're just prepping for summer. Which is so far a blank slate desperately (in my mind) needing travel plans.

I LOVE being home. I was that kid who didn't like to spend the night at other people's houses (sorry Rachael!) because I wanted to be at mine. But for some reason the older I get the more I'm starting to be high maintenance about this travel thing.

I think my solution is camping trips. Three. Four. I'm still planning and convincing hubby that we WANT to go anywhere this summer.

What do you do for fun in the summer if you don't work as much then? Who all likes to camp? What fun projects do you do at your house when you get time off work?

Off to eat some mint chocolate chip icecream. Which is completely unrelated to this topic. But in case you wondered...

March Madness

Ever have one of those days or weeks when someone asks how your day has been and you say "busy"? And then they ask what you were busy doing and for the life of you, you don't have a clue WHAT it was you were so busy doing, you just know you FELT busy?

Yeah, that was March.

But here I am, back in blogging world once again.

Today's been a nice, laid back Monday. Little Man and I spent some time outside and I had to teach him how fun it was to play in the sprinkler. It cracks me up how many things I remember loving from my childhood that he has to LEARN to like. Of course, I remember doing most of these fun things when I was at least five and he's not even two...but still.

I got a kick of out watching him. He's always good for a smile.

Other things that make me smile:

1. Easter

2. The rest of my family.

3. Good books.

4. Peach Icecream

5. Seeing my hubby come home with a flower that I suspect is for me...

On that note, I have to go. More later (haha, you don't believe me, do you?)