Showing posts from June, 2011

United States Postal Service

I ordered a package at the end of May.

I've not yet received this package.

Granted- I did have an address change.

But here's the deal. When you have a tracking number for a package you should be able to locate it.

I've been on the phone with the post office 7 out of the 8 last mornings. 

They put me on hold. I listen to the same 6 notes of music that play. I've even begun singing harmony to the music. Then the person comes back on the phone- tells me they can't find it- and then gets my number.

Today. I asked the man for a phone number at the 'forwarding' office in Coppell.

He said "They don't have a phone number."

I said "Sir. This is the 21st century. I'm positive they have a phone number- now give it to me."

He said "let me put you on hold."

{starts the 'hold' music and I, again, start singing harmony to it.}

He said "I looked on the shelf and the package isn't there."

I said "Sir. fo…

An Update with pics via my iPhone

Last Wednesday morning I left my apartment with the intention of not returning until Sunday night. I headed to work-took care of business- then met up with my parents and sister at Dallas Love Field.

Upon arrival- mom handed me a brown paper bag with my name on it- and said "here are some snacks for the plane ride!" :-) That is just how my mom is. Always thinking of her girls. Always making sure we're happy and content.
Caralyn and I sat together on the plane ride. She listened to music and I read book 2 of the Hunger Games series....GO READ IT! It's amazing. :-) In addition- we of COURSE took lots of silly pictures together.

I know. I'm sure you don't appreciate how funny those pictures are as much as Caralyn and I did. But oh well :-) We had fun....So much that mom decided to join us ;-) I'll leave that picture out though unless she reads this and gives me permission to post it ;-)
We arrived in San Diego- waited for luggage- and stepped outside.


I heard someone say a couple years ago "We are so often tempted to blame the devil for what is acutally just LIFE." For instance- something happens to our car and causes a huge bill.....We'll say "the enemy is just attacking." No, that's life. Things happen to our cars. Or, for instance- we have horrible traffic on our way to work, in addition- spilling our coffee all over ourself and our car, and then get stopped by a cop on the way to work. We like to blame the devil. No. That's not the devil. We should have left for work earlier- put a lid on our coffee, and drove the speed limit.

When I heard statement for the first time- I'm not gonna lie- It made me a bit edgy...I liked blaming the devil for crappy days. I didn't want somone to take that excuse away from me.

But honestly- the more I thought about it- the more it rang true.

This morning, however, I feel as though I got more clarity in regards to this idea.

The past 3 months have been incr…

Number 3 is here!

I met Amy when she was 3 months pregnant with her first son. I was at the hospital when Robert Bryan Sloan IV made his entrance to this world.
 When she delivered her 2nd baby- Juliet- I was out of town but made my way QUICKLY to her place as soon as I was in town and got to meet her on her one week birthday :-)

Yesterday- I got to meet Lincoln Harris Sloan. :-)

I love this family. I love their babies. And I love our friendship. Amy, you are a STUNNING mother I love watching you as a mom!

Love you.


Maybe it's the fact that I'm going to be traveling a LOT in the next 4 months....or maybe it's the fact that I'm coming up on my 10 year high school reunion.  It could also be that one of my best friends in the world just informed me that she's moving 1500 miles away as she took a new teaching job.

But either way. Getting out of Texas is on my mind.

I wonder if I'd be brave enough to do anything about it, though.

The idea is tempting. The idea, once thought about for too long, though, is scary.

Either way. My heart is aching.

One of my friends who I'm the most "Minda" around.....she's leaving.  Do we hang out every week? No. But is she the first person I call when I need to get away and breathe? Yeah.

Washington DC is too far.

This is a sad blog post. But my heart is sad. So there you go.