know what 'manor' of living...

My friend actually lives here.

Ok, so I failed to mention that she's attending a Bible school there in England, but still, it looks like something straight out of a set for a Jane Austin book/movie, don't you think?

rita's fringes

These are some of the clouds floating past our skies on Friday.

signs of fall

This morning on my way to 'church' Gracie and I stopped at the Starbucks at Oltorf and I-35, the one that I frequent many a morning on my way to 'work' and where Di-Di the manager has come to learn my name, *grin* and where lo and behold their Pumpkin Spice Latte has made their menu once again... ahhh the tastes of Autumn. Mmm...

thank you Lord...

My younger bro was just a passenger in a DUI accident involving the car and a tree. Thank the Lord, he's alive. There are no broken bones, but his neck got pretty banged up. Apparently it was around 2:30 am and my parents didn't get the call from him at the hospital until around 4:30 am. His friend, the driver, is in jail. And the girl in the front seat, well, I haven't heard how she is doing, but she was taken to the hospital as well. Uhm hello? whatever happened to designated drivers when and if you have to go drink or party?? WHAT IS GOING ON!!?? I don't know what it's going to take for a person to make a solid turn back to the Lord and to forsake the life that leads one down... according to mom, he sees this as a 'wake up call' and says that "I must have a lot of angels watching out for me."

Oh Lord, thank You for preserving my brother's life.
Continue to have mercy on him. Draw him back to Yourself.

is that what I think it is?

Forgive me readers for what you are about to read:

Yesterday it was pointed out to me that actually was a nasty glob of puke strewn out across the walkway. Ewgh, I think those are olives,... ewgh! Thanks Grace, I didn't want to actually acknowledge that.

OK, so either I'm just way too tired or there is just too many things pent-up inside me... but you know it's bad when in your dreams you start cleaning up the neighbors' puke mess out on the sidewalk in front of your apartment. That's right, I dreamed that I had hosed off the puke that is right outside my doorstep (well, and to the right a little). The thing is, that pathway is never clean. There is either a plethora of puke, broken glass, and or cigarette butts strew out across it. At any given time, it wouldn't be odd to see all three, considering those neighbors throw a party every Thursday or Friday night and have people hanging off the balcony talking way-too-loud over the next one talking way-too-loud. Needless to say, we (my flatmates and I) do not spend the weekends in our apartment. I don't know what is worse, the fear of being puked upon, or that of slipping in the fresh puke on the walk way? You pick. They are both sick, I know... and if I write anymore about this I'm going to be sick myself.

na, na, na,... the name game

I live in a city and attend a church where there are exactly three Emily Jane's... no joke. And what's more is that I actually live with one of them (besides myself, of course). I've always liked my name, and still do, but I didn't imagine that I would ever meet, let alone live with, or be surrounded by my genuine name sakes. Oh the randomness, what was the chances of that?! If only my luck would be that good with something like the lottery or a sweepstakes. But noooo. Oh well. It's been a little hard to find new nicknames for each other. Especially in my apartment... when my name is called out, I'm starting to ignore it... it's rather sad,... and kinda strange all at the same time. Hmph. Such is life... I guess. Talk about... "what's in a name?" or "It's the name game..."

happy birthday kid bro

Actually he's no longer a kid... for some years now, but I can't shake calling him my 'baby-bro' or my "lil-bro" because he is. He's (more accurately stated) my younger bro. Though we grew up in some what of a competition for the 'baby-of-the-family' status, and there was a time when I was actually taller than him, and weightier too... (I would sit on him and pin him to the floor and start tickling him... sweet-loving torture, of course), it wasn't long before he was taller than I and had me out-weighed... so my being the big sister in figure was short lived... It didn't help that I am more youthful looking than he, and so our 3.5 yr age gap started to take on new dimensions and people were asking if I was younger, and sometimes worse, if we were 'together'... Thankfully we never really hung out together at the mall... Lord forbid I be called his girlfriend, because that would be, uh... wrong! In so many ways... with one reason being enough. We weren't always kind to one another, that I'll admit, but we grew from the typical sibling rivalries and eventually after time had passed and we have spent a good number of years apart: me away in college, then at post college, and now living in another state, and his finally stepping out on his own (out of our parent's house) our relationship as adult siblings has begun, and communication without competition has finally been enacted. I am finally beginning to see him for the man that he is becoming. So today is my brother's birthday. He's 23. He's a man... in so many ways, but still a boy in quite so many others. I love him. I miss him. And I wish him the very best.