So Long, Friends.

You can't start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one.

This blog is complete, for now. Life is moving forward. Until we meet again...

How You Know You Are Old

Last night was Homecoming at Brock High School. Before the boy's game, they honored the 2002 boys and girls state basketball champions. They walked out to center court and I look over to Nick and say, "Hey, they're about my age." No sooner do I finish the "eee" on "age" when some twerpy high school kid sitting behind us goes, "Man, they look really old!" SERIOUSLY?

I'm old. Apparently.

Home Is A Welcoming Friend

If you had seen the condition of my toe nail polish, it would explain a lot, including my lack of blogging. Seriously, they were a sad, sad state by my standards. So much so if I had rented a rental car while I was in Atlanta this week, I would have hunted down a pedi location. They were atrocious.

Last week I was in Washington D.C. for work and this week it was Hotlanta. Both trips began with 6AM flights out of DFW and work days starting at 7AM (6AM Dallas time) and ending about 7PM. Luckily, no more travel expected until February at the earliest. I suppose that's next week already. Goodness! Where did January go??

My hotel room in DC was nothing to brag about. However, my hotel in Atlanta was brag-worthy. First off, ATL is the largest and busiest airport in the country. Second, our office is right next to and overlooks the airport. Therefore, the preferred, walking distance to the hotel is smack dab next to the airport.

One side of the hotel has pretty impressive rooms with walkout balconies and stunning views of the airport and a few of the runways. Unfortunately, the chill was too much for a drink on the balcony watching the planes. Don't think I didn't try though. It was just too much for even my heavy coat and a few drinks. I tried to get a picture at night, but the iPhone failed me and just captured light blobs. I did get a cool one during the day though!

A Time for Everything

Tonight's post has no humor, no meaningful undertones, or deeper meanings. The message is: There is a time for everything.

I was flipping through my Bible tonight with the intention of praying for my mom, feeling a little disorganized and unsettled in my thoughts. And then I settled on Ecclesiastes 3.

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born an a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace."

I needed a straightforward message tonight, nothing I had to read into, something that gave me hope. We don't have to read the passages with history or analogies. Sometimes, the exact words we need to hear are from the text written right in front of us.