tuesday on the couch

later. i will get up but not right this moment. ((that sounds like it has a bit of a hidden meaning... it sort of does. *i am just not going to delve into the conversation during this hour.))

__yesterday, i returned to the rectangular state entitled, colorado. surreal moments in the hills of wisconsin and the high rises of downtown minneapolis, i than returned to the ghost town of the west. i am glad i am back. sort of. it is appropriate. and it is good. i have truly been offered amazing oppurtunities in this place during this time. i am a runner. and i should perhaps, consider that when also attempting to figure out what is occuring in my life presently. (*and not run from it?)

trees. skyline. becky. rachelle. crown nostalgia. no billy. tattoo. shandi. john. reily. annies palour. sarah o. sarah f. pregnancies. 36th. jason. ice cream cone. hwy 94. menomonie. wal-mart. katie. lynnae. lyndsay. jamie. dove. whispers. culvers. shawn. wedding. puffy lamb. mark. erin/brent. hs: leah, andrea, phil, amy, sandy, liz, tom. giggles. jeff/jim? ernie/bert? danny. rain. playing. stuarts...grape, key lime, cherry, origanl root beer pop shots. stories. string cheese. pumpkins. dirty stashes. movies. late night drive to exit 45. bethany. foot soaking. slight yelling. sweet dreams. coffee. omleattes. late. doughnuts. robyn. james. the sarahs. bethany. god? rhonda. cassie. darren. randy. libby. eden. ginger. roger. marsha. jenni. exhausted. new husbands/wifes. new pregnancies. new babies. new stories. new people. fudge. packers. dave. dody. laughter. grass. multiple marys. nap. senior pictures. dirt stains. park. posing. leaves. clear water in clear water. bear. zeal. heated car. bright stars. lots of questions. feast. olives. communication. sky streak. coffee. airpoill rt. more coffee. sleep. more sleep. male flight attendent. mountians.
((my parents are in maine. amber is in salem. and emma is in scottland. with that being stated, i truly did feel as if i was visiting family. and that was lovely.))

ok. now i will get off the couch. now is the time.
love you all.
love you from this ghost town.
((by the way... god is the same in the lush enviroment as well as the arid. i change. but he is the same. and i am still alive. god is still very much in me. what are those verses? those promises. that i now must cling to and remind my existence because i am not able to cast responsibility to another. so, i ask instead: pray. to the only true holy god. because... friends-- there is one. ONLY one though. so, crap. that means a lot. i get to dance. but right now i feel rather crushed.))
ok. the bag of candy corn is gone. the laudry's cycle has been completed. and i must move from the presence of this small dog. ((yes. our new housemate has a small dog. you know how i feel about this.))