A new blog beginning.

If one knew nothing of how my mind works they would just need to read the title of my last blog entry: "Day 2: I may get addicted yet." Clearly the addiction didn't stick. I can be quite forgetful and though I mentally blog often it never quite makes it to print.

Christmas break has been wild. Wild like a buffet--lots of variety, and I am full. Well, I mean there is always room for another friend. Maybe the better word for my appetite is "satisfied" yet sitting back and clearing the way for dessert. Is the best yet to come? One can only hope for chocolate.

One of my favorite things this Christmas break has been my niece's fear of all things Santa Clause. Every time she sees a Santa she goes into fits of horror. Christmas Eve I said, "Emmie, Santa comes tonight." She shrunk back in fear. I asked "Are you scared of Santa?" With trembling voice and a serious stare, she replied "Yeah."

Christmas morning I discovered something in my alley that made me think twice about Emmie's fear. Maybe Santa did have some anger management issues.

Seriously, someone left the mutilated head of a deer in our alley. We imagine the scene went something like this:

Blitzen: Santa, I think you've gained some weight.

Santa: What did you say to me?

Blitzen: Nothing, forget it.

Santa: I've had just about enough you back-talkin' Blitzen...

......I won't get in to the violence that followed. This is a family friendly blog.

Aside from that unfortunate incident. Christmas has been a success. We survived Santa.

On to a Happy New Year!

Day 2, I may get addicted yet.

Ok, so making an entire list of summer memories in one day, was a little ambitious. I do not have the ability to concentrate on organizing all those thoughts in one sitting. So, in following in the footsteps of those great minded pilgrims that created the always adored and inspirational "Quote of the Day" or "Word of the Day" calendars, I will aim for a memory a day, er, post. Once, again, I never aim at being over ambitious. Consider me your very own calendar of self-indulgent skips down my own memory lane.  

(Thanks for reading Novak)

Before I reveal today's "Memory of the Post," I will build the suspense a little with mindless chatter about my weekend. As you can probably draw from my tear stained blog, I was a little bummed everyone left. So, I left too. I came back, but I fooled myself for about 24 hours. I traveled to Lubbock and spent the night with Jennifer, Emmie, and Sloan. Emmie is in a reading phase, which is fantastic, and I read her a lot of kiddie books. Although, I am so perturbed by the lack of plot, nay ending involved in these books. I felt like I kept looking for an extra page, and none to be found. I would very quietly add my own uneasy "the end." If I ever write children's books, you better believe there will be a beautiful and definitive ending. Bam.

The next day I was lucky enough to meet up with Troutman. I was suppose to just chat with her for a minute and then head back to Amarillo, but she is so sneaky I hung with her for about 6 hours. I must admit, well worth it. We both cried a little in remembrance of summer...but we mainly laughed and solved all the problems of the world. I also got to see Lindsey and Matt Spitsberg, my adorable married friends and Nicole Mendez. How nice to catch up with college friends. It made my fake escape seem even more realistic.

Ok, ok, settle down. Here it is: Memory of the Post:

*Recording for the Bright Ideas. One of my favorite nights. Brian, Me, Clint, Jordan, and Novak gathered around the mic, while Zach danced around to express the beat, Clint totally tuned into him, Brian glancing around the room to acknowledge the ridiculousness of it all, and eventually all losing it to laughter. Great music. Great friends. Great. 

Saying Goodbye to Summer

Well, here I am on what is basically my last night of what I have known this year as "summer." My body is scheduled to go to bed about 3am, so I'm at quite a loss as to what to do. Thus, a blog is born from the womb of boredom.

Summer has never been as easy thing for me to casually walk away from. This summer was no exception (the other day I texted "acception" to Jordan, still ashamed). It was such a big ball of unexpected delight, in so many ways. Not to say, there weren't really awful moments. There were, but I feel blessed by the things that brought joy and the proof that life goes on.

Friendship is a bit of an addiction of mine. How lucky I feel to continually meet people who are so talented at that particular art. Friendship is an art, and some people simply rise to the occasion. Thank you to those that do.

Side note to the blog: When I type, I become ridiculous. Best thing to do is enjoy.

Tomorrow, I plan on compiling a rather lengthy list of favorite summer memories. Basically, I'm a girl, and some things should not be forgotten.

So, tonight as I sat here...crying, yes, weeping that summer is over, my mom came in and got emotional with me. It was a moment until she said "Rebecca, you danced......I know I say it a lot, but it's like the song 'I hope you daaaaaaaaaaance, um, if you get the chaaaance to sit it out or daaance I hope you daaaaance.'" If you know my mother you are aware that the moment was killed and I had to laugh. For some reason that song really gets her and she uses it in life examples all the time. (Jennifer, you know) Anyway, she was crying b/c she was so happy her basement got used as much as it did this summer. She just knew that faux brick wall we put in was worth it. Maybe it was, Becky, maybe it was.
Love her, and that's a good thing. It's just me and the rents on the horizon this fall.

Peace.