This post is simply a continuation of what I couldn't finish last night. Round 2. Back in the saddle. It's hard to believe that today marks a week that I have been home. Break is 33% over, but I've done a lot in the time off already, like this blog for instance. Other evidences of productivity include finishing all of my laundry, cleaning house, and even shaving my legs! Alert the media.
You are probably reading this an thinking, "Really? That's all she's managed to do in a week?" Stop thinking that because nestled in there has been very treasured time with my family, friends, and church family. Of all of the people that I've spent time with, I think my little brothers and sister have enjoyed it the most. While the age gap has always been weird for me, I can honestly say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Why else would I allow myself to be kicked, punched, and robbed of covers last night by my little brother? Side note: I lied in my last post when I said my bed contained only one cat, the dog, and a kid. I was secretly hoarding four cats in my bed. Don't worry, I was subsequently punished for lying with a sleepless night. Well anyway, it's a rare moment that I don't have one of them glued to my side.
My little sister is hitting that terrifying tween stage where all she wants in the world is to be cool (and be away from quher little brother), so for her running errands around town with me has been the highlight of her day (I say this with a complete lack of narcissism, I promise). While hitting up Winco, the coolest place ever, for cookie baking supplies and Taco Bell for super strength we came across a funny/sad/creative sight. On the corner of our small town's busiest street, was a homeless man. But don't get all mad at me for laughing at him because he was asking for it. This was a bum with a sense of humor... and strategy. In the hustle and bustle of the holidays he was still managing to get people's attention (and money) with a sign that read, "I bet you can't hit me with a quarter." I took his wisdom on as my own and decided not to chuck a quarter across four lanes of traffic, despite my sister urging me to try instead with a dollar bill.
I hope others rewarded his creativity and shared a little piece of the Christmas spirit with that man. As much as we spend on the holidays it's easy to forget to share what we have. In comparison to 85% of the world, I'm filthy rich (which says a lot)! So why not give him a quarter or two? Will you die without your peppermint mocha? I'm going to make a wild assumption and guess that's not the case. Give what you have been blessed with because only then can you really see what you have. And just think, I got all this from sitting at a stoplight!
With all this busyness in my mind, I put my hands to work in the kitchen. Final product? Twelve dozen cookies!!! With my best friend and siblingshelping bake eating cookie dough while I baked, we had quite a delightful time. The huge mess was a small cost in comparison to the fun it was delivering Christmas cookies to friends around town. (If I give them all away, I can't eat them!!)
A Christmas recap is in the works. Stay tuned...
This post was dreadfully written and I don't know why. Couldn't seem to finish if my life depended on it and now that I go back, I feel bad for giving y'all something so bland to read. I promise better in the near future.
Maybe this will help:
Kylie's Thought of the Day: "If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band." - Courtesy of my Alabama Pandora Station
You are probably reading this an thinking, "Really? That's all she's managed to do in a week?" Stop thinking that because nestled in there has been very treasured time with my family, friends, and church family. Of all of the people that I've spent time with, I think my little brothers and sister have enjoyed it the most. While the age gap has always been weird for me, I can honestly say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Why else would I allow myself to be kicked, punched, and robbed of covers last night by my little brother? Side note: I lied in my last post when I said my bed contained only one cat, the dog, and a kid. I was secretly hoarding four cats in my bed. Don't worry, I was subsequently punished for lying with a sleepless night. Well anyway, it's a rare moment that I don't have one of them glued to my side.
My little sister is hitting that terrifying tween stage where all she wants in the world is to be cool (and be away from quher little brother), so for her running errands around town with me has been the highlight of her day (I say this with a complete lack of narcissism, I promise). While hitting up Winco, the coolest place ever, for cookie baking supplies and Taco Bell for super strength we came across a funny/sad/creative sight. On the corner of our small town's busiest street, was a homeless man. But don't get all mad at me for laughing at him because he was asking for it. This was a bum with a sense of humor... and strategy. In the hustle and bustle of the holidays he was still managing to get people's attention (and money) with a sign that read, "I bet you can't hit me with a quarter." I took his wisdom on as my own and decided not to chuck a quarter across four lanes of traffic, despite my sister urging me to try instead with a dollar bill.
I hope others rewarded his creativity and shared a little piece of the Christmas spirit with that man. As much as we spend on the holidays it's easy to forget to share what we have. In comparison to 85% of the world, I'm filthy rich (which says a lot)! So why not give him a quarter or two? Will you die without your peppermint mocha? I'm going to make a wild assumption and guess that's not the case. Give what you have been blessed with because only then can you really see what you have. And just think, I got all this from sitting at a stoplight!
With all this busyness in my mind, I put my hands to work in the kitchen. Final product? Twelve dozen cookies!!! With my best friend and siblings
A Christmas recap is in the works. Stay tuned...
This post was dreadfully written and I don't know why. Couldn't seem to finish if my life depended on it and now that I go back, I feel bad for giving y'all something so bland to read. I promise better in the near future.
Maybe this will help:
Kylie's Thought of the Day: "If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band." - Courtesy of my Alabama Pandora Station
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