Santa Monica

Hello, peeps. Sorry for the delay in updating. I've been terribly busy working off all the good food I ate last weekend, having Wednesday night college Bible study, and watching the second half of my 24 DVDs. I rented those DVDs from Blockbuster, so I really needed to stay up all night watching them to be a good steward. The two discs I have left are already a week late. I watched 8-10 p.m. late last night after Bible study. And then I woke up at 5:45 this morning and couldn't stop thinking about some crazy stuff going on in our lives. At 6:30 I rolled out of bed and watched the final two episodes. I could barely keep my eyes open, but I took the grand opportunity to see how Jack was going to save the day. (SPOILER ALERT - as if anyone is just now watching this six years later.) A) I just knew Nina was dirty! B) Sen. Palmer's wife is beyond horrible. C) I can't believe Teri died! After all that, she died! I'm not sure I have the energy to move past season 1. I might have to end it here.

Needless to say, I am exhausted. I just tried to take a nap, but as soon as I closed my eyes those anxious thoughts were pounding on the door of my eyelids. Dern those thoughts! Last night during Bible study we learned how to deal with them. Too bad I wasn't able to put those methods to work while I was half-asleep. I think I have mentioned several times that a developer is buying up our neighborhood in order to tear it down and start over. In the long run, this is great for our area. It's just too bad that the people who love it most are not going to be living here anymore. Actually, it is our decision whether or not to keep our house. There is just a lot to think about. Within the next week we will find out the game plan. I am going crazy not knowing what's going to happen.

Santa Monica was amazing. And no, I couldn't get that old Sheryl Crow song out of my head. Mom gave us each an envelope with spending money and we did our thang on Montana, which is a street with lots of fun shops. I even got to go in the boutique of the maker of Jackson's crib bedding. I had ordered it online, so it was fun to see all their products in person. There was a really cute piggy bank that would have matched his room, but that would have taken up a LOT of space and added a LOT of weight to my suitcase. It would have made much more sense to order something like that online so that I could fill my suitcase with more for ME! ME! ME! Totally kidding. Sort of. I was pretty tight-fisted with my money until we got to Banana Republic on the Promenade. Then I went a little crazy. What can I say? I know what I like. I now have some great new things for church. And a saleslady told me Michael Kors might be the next B.R. designer. Isn't that fun? He's famous.

Do you ever long for a piece of clothing or some shoes you used to have? I wish I had a new pair of my old Sketcher boots from high school. I loved those things and wore them until they were hideous and the heel was worn down an inch. I also really wish I could have another pair of some Diesel jeans I bought in college. I got them in the Diesel store in Paris and they were super cheap because of how strong the dollar was back then. That is not the case now. Diesel doesn't make those boyish jeans anymore but if I found some in my size I would buy them up. Well, I found a pair in a vintage store but they were ONE SIZE TOO SMALL! NOOOOOOO!

Other things we did? Ate at Ivy at the Shore, walked about 5 miles on our shopping extravaganza, people watched, saw real-life beach bums, watched the sun set over a mountain above the ocean, and wondered how we could convince Keith Moore to move to California. Yeah, not gonna happen. Curtis, yes. My dad, no.

Did y'all know that there was an earthquake near Los Angeles on Sunday morning? I didn't either. And that is an answer to many prayers sent up to heaven by little ole me. We were too far away to feel it. Thank You, sweet Jesus.

Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard...