Has anyone seen my scarf?

Sigh. Then close your eyes, then put on another layer.
If people could love each other as much as we are supposed to, this would be good.
Then again, I never cease to see how I think things should be and assume that's how they are supposed to be.
Because I know everything, right? (sarcasm, insert here)
Follow my lead...please don't.

I don't know where I am going.
I'm trying to follow someone, I hope I'm doing okay.
Where is my scarf? Because I wasn't being a drama queen this morning when I said it was cold, and no I will not haul the trash three miles down to the dumpsters.

You gotta stick to your principles.
Make a boy do it...they're always trying to be all tough.

Maybe we all are.

Autumn and road tripping...

I got back last week from the most wondeful trip. First, I flew into Virginia Beach and got to take a road trip with my friend Heather, whom I haven't seen in a few years. It was good times. Then, I got to spend a week preparing for Kandia's wedding.
That's right, my best friend, the ultimate romantic, had her dream wedding...and I was privileged enough not only to witness this event, but to stand up in it as her maid of honor, and to dance as part of the ceremony. Now, the honeymoon was canceled three days before the wedding, we got in trouble with the "cops" and one of the bridesmaids was almost arrested, we had three months worth of preparations to do in three days, and even a few other mishaps occured...still, I can honestly say it was the best wedding I've ever been to!

After the wedding, I got to take another road trip with my friend Mel to Jackson, MS to see all my college friends and church family. We stopped in Kingsport, Tennessee to stay the night with Mel's parents...it was hysterical. Mel needs to be a sitcom. She is a distinct character, and tells absolutely the best stories.
We toured Gatlinburg (Branson of the south, I decided) and drove past the big golden disco ball on a tower in Knoxville.

Life is sweet.
I saw everyone I love in Jackson. Man, I miss them.
But while I am not supposed to be there because it's not home anymore...part of me will always belong there.