#200

I'm not sure if this is "already" my 200th post- or if it is "only" my 200th post. Not that it matters either way. But here is a celebration of a few snippets of the last couple of years neatly stored away in "ether space". The blog contains highs, lows, blahs, funnies, and a few pictures reflecting life on my planet. And truly I have come to believe that everyone lives life on their own planet- the range of experiences and perceptions that each individual has creates an entirely unique paradigm- a unique orbit of rotation- and a unique gravity pull. Truly it is fascinating.
In my 200th post I simply want to say "CHEERS" to life- mine and all others. I am curious to see where I am in life at the end of the next 200. I am certain only of one thing- I will be where I did not expect- that is the one thing I am learning to count on.

Angry Eyes

Angry- yes I am angry. What an ugly word that is- it doesn't roll off the tongue very well- in fact it seems to get caught up and stuck in your mouth as you say it. I suppose it is only fitting. That is all anger does anyway- get caught up and stuck inside you. I would like to throw words and blame people for the way I feel but, the truth is, it isn't their fault. The fault is in fact all mine. And the truth is- I'm not really angry- I'm just tired of nursing repeated broken hearts. The frustrating part is how avoidable these moments are- if only I didn't let myself get carried away in foundless hopes. A good friend told me one of the wisest things I have ever heard "The only outcome you can control is your personal eternal outcome. Everything else is subject to unexpected possibilities." At least the gospel gives me the keys, knowledge, and hope of the one thing I can control. Yet I insist on placing hope where there is no grounding. Silly, Silly Girl. Do I feel any anger now? No, the angry eyes have been replaced by quiet self-reflection, for the time being.

Swell Goblins

Jacob's Flowers

My 6 year old nephew cut me some flowers from his mom's garden- with permission. He loves to give girls flowers. The tulips are beautiful but my favorite part is the 3 inch stems. Adorable. And not only that- but we are going on a date. My next week off we are off to see "How to Train a Dragon". I know your jealous! Who wouldn't be, he is the sweetest boy around and good looking too. Some girls have all the luck.