Some People

Some people possess a certain... "quality."

Some people are just loud.

Some people have seemingly no filter or self-censorship ability.

Some people can change the entire mood of a room from boring to down-right awesome.

Some people are hilarious to a fault.

Some people are hilarious as if gifted.

Some people offend the world.

Some people can soothe the world.

Some people have big mouths.

Some people have big hearts.

Some people just have that quality: the kind of quality where people either absolutely hate them or totally, completely adore them. And those who adore them more than make up for those who abhor them.

Some people just can't be contained by this mortal world because they're "just too much."

And so, sometimes, the world decides it may be time to let those people go.

Up until that last sentence, I almost felt like all of those qualities applied to myself. That may be why I like TerriLyn Folkman Grundvig so much. She is David's stepfather's little sister. Or, in short, his aunt. Or in short - someone I totally get.

And she has been battling cancer for a few years... and it is now consuming her to the point that her time left on this earth is limited. And this saddens me for many reasons. One being her young kids. One being that she's family. One being that it's not the most... "comfortable"... way to suffer.

But mostly because the Big C is depleting one of the few people in this world who I really get, who, for that reason, probably "gets" me.

So please, when you get down on your knees tonight, or in the shower in the morning, or at your breakfast petitions, or any time you may be appealing to the Lord, ask Him to remember all she's offered Him in exchange for peace of mind for her loved ones, and peace of body for TerriLyn.

It can't seem like too much to ask...

A Gem of All Gems

AGH! I love when I'm cleaning out my picture/video files and I come across amazing things like this! You're going to LOVE this, Grandmas!

Can You BeLIEVE I Wanted Sons?!

Both times, I wanted boys.

Both times, I got girls.

But then I do something like go to Costco for diapers and come home with two petticoats (seriously! Who buys petticoats?!) and acknowledge that God always gets it right...




And this next picture is just here because my kids are cute. *shrug*

Turning 30

I figure this face sums up the many facets of how I feel about the milestone quite nicely:

Not that I don't feel I've accomplished much... the 20s were just very good to me, and I was a teensy bit sad to bid them adieu.

My Boyfriend

I was a late bloomer in the whole "liking boys" department. In fact, I even had some "friends" spread a rumor about me in the 8th grade that I was a lesbian. Good times. (Some day I should elaborate on that one). I didn't have my first crush on an accessible male until I was 14.

Let me explain to you what I mean by "accessible."

I did have a crush on someone that began in the 5th grade. One guy - from the time I was 10 years old until... well, I still haven't grown out of it. Around the time I was a freshman in high school, he got married. Yes - ok. He may have been a bit old for me. I was devastated. Well, pretty bummed, at least. He married a Victoria's Secret model. I figured it wouldn't last. Maybe they'd divorce just as I reached legal age...? I was obsessed with him. I had pictures of him covering my closet door in college. Of his 24 CDs, I own at least 16. I purchased a biography on him for far too much money when I was 18 (this was before the convenience of wikipedia, mind you). I have been known to purchase tabloids if his face is anywhere on the cover. In college I used to fantasize about having someone submit me to MTV's "Fanatic" so that I could meet him. In case you haven't deduced, he is a celebrity. Hence the afore-mentioned accessibility reference.

Last weekend my mom took me to see him in concert at the Hollywood Bowl for my upcoming birthday. I wish I had taken more videos and had better seats (and better lighting) but I was enjoying the show too much to keep the camera going forever and don't have a million dollars for the fancy-schmancy box seats (bitter party of 1? Yes! Someday I will have those seats for one of his concerts).

But I will share with you some of the goodness of which I partook. That does not mean, mind you, that I am sharing him... (still holding out on that divorce of his).

Ladies & Gentlemen. Mr. Harry Connick, Jr.









P.S. In case you are concerned, my husband is aware of this relationship, and due to the inevitable unlikelihood that I will ever meet the man, more or less, actually date him, fall in love, destroy his marriage, and eventually marry him, makes him pretty much okay with this.