Continuation

I showed Loverpants the envelope, the standard 9" in width business envelope. My name was typed in the To: field, but it might as well been addressed to the whole Loverpants crew. There was only one folded piece of paper contained within the envelope and I reminded Loverpants that our future was contained in that one small vessel, on that one sheet of paper, the slice of processed wood. So much in this life depends upon a tree.

Nests and swings and fruit and birds and squirrels. And paper.

But I already knew what this one said, since the committee had already e-mailed me with a copy. The members awaited my affirmative response.

(To be continued...)

Choo Choo

This picture was taken on the morning of a day that changed my life. I knew it would. I mean, how could it not? Look how well my hair was behaving. But, seriously. I felt a great charge on this morning to perform well. Decision makers would be watching me. I felt nervous, sooo nurrrrrrvous, and frankly, I was paranoid the whole day that I would milkbomb myself. But I also had faith. Prior to this morning, the hand of God was already in motion...leading...guiding...placing a burden on my heart.... I cannot wait to tell you all about it.

Summer Reading

I think I am the only girl in the history of high school that took seriously the summer reading.  And by that I mean that I not only was STRESSIN' that I hadn't completed a novel (probably some pastoral romance like Julie because you know those nuns would have been finding The Thornbirds wayyy tooooo racy) by the 4th of July, but I was taking copious notes, chewing my pen as I considered whether Mr. Darcy was really a protagonist or villain, and slapping those post-it notes between chapter pages -- Again. Reason 32934802582 why I got my first kiss at the painfully late of 17.  And I kid!

I was 18!

When late August came and we pleated skirt-rocking bun-haired lasses found ourselves stuffing books into a different locker in some hall that totally felt promoted from the dank corner of the unlit hall we were formerly occupying in locker land, there was much buzz about how little of the summer reading everyone had done.

Girls are good at this, aren't they?  "Ohmygawsh, I am going to fail this!  I didn't study at all!"  This means, "I will probably nail this."

Why do women do this? Fake like everything is very hard, fake like we are very fat, fake like we are broke, when none of those things we know to be true.

Anyway. Summer reading. I remember it, and I remember what a chore it was. What was the best assigned book you read once upon a summer? I think Dead Man Walking by Sr Helen Prejean was one of my favorites. Definitely gave me a new set of lenses for the death penalty.

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My girl lovin' her some story hour at the BPL with her mate....

Our good pals Maddy, Claire and their mama school our Madi in Berensteins....