So at lunch today, I pull up at a stoplight behind this guy in a pickup. Next to him is a guy in a smaller car, and I notice they are arguing through their windows. Of course I don't think much of it. It's Dallas and traffic is crazy as usual. People have road rage. But then, the yelling escalates and before I know it, the pickup guy reaches in his back seat, pulls out a box of pizza, and starts launching slices into the other guy's car. You just can't make stuff like this up...

...that I wonder why on earth I have a ski jacket in my closet and it's 105 degrees outside
...that I am reminded of the importance of your actions mirroring your words
...that I question way too many things for my own good
...that I decide to make breakfast a more important part of my day (and tomorrow, we'll have waffles!)
...that I can't always explain how I feel
...that I am so thankful for good roommates and people that go out of their way to help others
...that I do still hope for that 'happy ending'
...that I would like to go on a roadtrip
...that I regret having fear and uncertainty
...that I am excited about painting, painting, and more painting
...that I know where to turn for the answers when I have none
...that I understand how important boundaries are yet don't always know how to set them
...that I can't wait to see what a certain newphew of mine will grow up to be
...that I need to listen more
...that I miss old friends
...that in a few short moments, life can change dramatically, for better or for worse (no pun intended Katy!)
...that it kills me to sit at a desk all day doing nothing
...that I'm an incredibly confusing individual
...that an early evening run can solve a lot of stress and provide a much needed escape
...that the ways of the world are unfair and wrong
...that it only takes ice cream going on sale to get me excited
...that I discover that the back glass window of my car does indeed open separately from the back door (just push the button underneath)
...that life has a lot of ups and a lot of downs, but we get through it one way or the other...

Hmmm... just some random verses from a few songs all jumbled together... seems odd, but hey, I didn't write them. I just find them interesting...

And all these lines fall short of what I had in mind,
A failed attempt to capsulize a feeling,
So I just try, fail and try and try again,
Someday I swear I'm going to get it,
Because I'm convinced that giving in is the worst thing there is...

We'll get over it,
Sad, strong, safe, and sober,
We'll move forward
And know where we went wrong,
But you can't go home again,
You can't go home again...

Taken in context, It's not a bad thing,
But when you start to pick it apart,
It gets depressed, It's that sort of thing,
That makes you think too much, It's that sort of thing...

Hmmm... What has happened since Honduras....? Well, let me tell you....

*fun birthday weekend with the parents
*girl's overnight camping trip at a local state park
*a new freelance assignment in Irving that might have future potential
*an Acappella concert at PC
*working on and presenting a video to the congregation on our Honduras trip
*my first viewing of Goonies at Victory park
*packing up my apartment

What's to come?

*signing a new lease and moving next week
*a weekend in Abilene with Wyatt Cody and his parents
*an interest meeting/dinner for a Kenyan street ministry
*White Rock or not?
*a possible trip to the Gila

Sounds promising...