It's been a long time . . .

. . . since I blogged so I thought I'd give you all an update on Lisa Land. Things here (or there depending on where I am) are good. I have just returned home from a week and a half Spring Break trip. Let me just say - it is good to be home. (It will be even better when everybody else gets home - ok, when my boyfriend gets home tonight) I can say that! It is pretty neat. Ok, it is really neat. Before I left he got me a really pretty rose and then when I got back there was an Easter basket waiting for me. Needless to say, it made me smile - a lot. Ah, the hopeless romantic that is me. Usually, however, I get to watch it on Sleepless in Seatle or A Walk to Remember or some other sappy romantic comedy. Nope, not this time. This time it is real. And neat. And smiley. Poor Kimmy has to live with us smiling girls.

I love home. And days off. Today I woke up at 7 - yes that ungodly hour on a vacation day. I chilled until 11, went to mass at the Cathedral - oh so prettily decorated for Easter - ALLELUIA!!, went to my favorite store - yay for Wally World, called bunches of people for dinner tonight - if you are in town, stop by it is going to be good! When I got home I made my lunch, including a caffinated beverage of the cherry-vanilla diet dr. pepper variety, got a book and a CD player and chilled out in our back yard for a couple of hours. The best day to spend a Spring day if you ask me:).

Spring of New Beginnings

My roommate Kristi decided about a year ago that it would be fun to theme the seasons. This gives us something to look forward to while bringing excitement to life. I have thus far lived through the "Summer of Possibilities," the "Fall of Making it Happen," the "Winter of Anticipation," and now the "Spring of New Begginings" is upon us. Check out her blog!

For one thing, it is beautiful outside! I love the spring and all the dead stuff becoming alive and the smell of daisies and daffodils blooming! It is great. As for the new beginnings - God is working some amazing stuff in my life right now. We were at Lenten Season (affectionately known as "The God Squad") this morning and reflecting on how much Jesus loves us. His mercy is flowing down on me in so many ways that I don't even realize. (LMM - a few years ago I went convent hopping for spring break. We visited the Carmelite Sisters of the Divine Heart of Jesus. They are amazing women. Anyways, it was during Lent and we were talking about sacrifices. Their sacrifice was to let God love them - because so many people don't.) That's not really an LMM because that is what God is asking of me right now. He's there, with his arms open on the cross saying, "I love you Lisa. I want to give you the desires of your heart." And he is. It is amazing! I love it! I feel very blest:).

Thoughts of an English Teacher

Yes, Jason, I agree that the "So, . . . " could and is getting a little old. But it is a fun way to start out a paragraph.

But, the whole discussion made me think about how none grammatically correct I write on my blog. And how, as an English teacher, this should annoy me greatly. But - it doesn't. I think that I am rebelling. I have to grade a hundred and five papers (ok, I am supposed to grade 105 papers, that doesn't mean I get that many). Many of them say the same things over and over and over again - not a whole lot of creativity. Also, very few of them stay on topic (or at least the topic that they are supposed to be on). I think that may be why my blogs are so random - I don't have to grade my blog, or make sure that the spelling is right or that I have the right sentence structure or dangling modifiers or run on sentences . . . And, you get to read them! joy of joys!!

On a slightly different topic, I have been thinking a lot about being content. Actually, it has been more praying about being content. The conclusion that I have come to (at least to an extent) is that you have to want to be content. It is a choice. I know that God loves me. I know that He cares for me and that if I am open to it, he can do wondrous things through me - and for me. In order for this to happen, I have to give myself over and let him know that I want Him to - to allow him to.

It is amazing that gifts that God has given me in the past year. Not a year ago, I was sitting in my apartment wondering why I did not have any friends - hello, I am a fun person! Since then, God has blessed me with some life-long forever friends that love me even through my grammatically incorrectness and annoying spells of not cleaning anything and just being annoyed. It took a while to find them, but I am so blessed by them that it amazes me. You guys add to my life in such an important way!! I love each of you more than I can say!

btw - happy Sunday during let - yay for Feast days!

Note to self -

I am not allowed to start any more posts with "(insert word) . . ." It is getting on my nerves!!

Single . . .

. . . that is what I am. It has defined me for about 25 years now. After going to a singles conference, this is very apparent. and I don't like it!!

I do, being single is wonderful. I get to do what I want to do when I want to. I don't have to worry about planning things because it is just me. But it gets to the point where you've had enough. Especially when Webster's dictionary defines single as "a : not married b : of or relating to celibacy." Not exactly the definition I have of "Lisa" in my life plan - I know Soujourners - it's not my life plan it is God's life plan. But the two have faired pretty well together so far.

So where do I go know? One of the speakers at the National Catholic Singles Conference (Dave Sloan - check out God of Desire . com - it rocks my face off) said that we spend too much time looking for "features" of a mate; what kind of car he drives, what clothes he wears, that sort of thing. I don't think of myself as a materialistic type person, but here is what I wonder. I wonder if I am concentrating on too many specific qualities and missing out on some amazing relationships because of this.

This is what I have been wondering. and wondering and thinking and things keep happening. Things have been crazy amazing this week. Here are just a few of them:
Our Lenten Season at school - Get this - we have 75- 90 students coming to school at 6:50 every morning for morning prayer, meditation and mass. We have all kinds of kids coming to pray, the captains of the football team, volleyball players, cheerleaders to our liturgy club members and guys that come all the time to pray morning prayer - and of course my own Angels of the Holy Queen!! It is amazing to see these students give up their sleep to grow closer to God. I love Lent - it is amazing and it is hard!!!
The Daisy House - God is totally working some wonders through our house. All we are doing is living our lives, attempting to be good Catholics. All of a sudden we are meeting people in Denver (from Wichita) that know about our house! This amazes me - St. Therese is building herself a bouquet of friendships right in our living room.
Angels - some awesome things are in store for the Angels - they are amazing women that challenge me to grow in my faith. God has some wonderful stuff planned for us!!
God of Desire - So, I mentioned Dave's site when I started writing this blog this afternoon before Mass. We get home from the evening's craziness only to find that the Dave Sloan has posted on Kristi's webpage. God rocks my face off!

I want to end this post in prayer:
Father - Thank you for the amazing love that you show us throughout the season of Lent. Thank you for those that you have put in our lives. Help us to be aware of your ever-present reality and care for us.

Acceptance

I just went to see Phantom of the Opera with one of my lifelong friends. She is moving this weekend and I am sad because even though we don't hang out much, it is nice to have her around.

I've been in a reflecting mood recently and the movie was no exception. The story of a man how is not accepted for who he is and what he looks like. It is a sad and poignant story. And yet, unfortunately, it is the story of so many of us quote-on-quote undisfigured people. I think that we are all disfigured in many ways - or at least think that we are.

My weekend was amazing. I went on a Sojourn and it was great. I did not want to go on Friday. As I was driving in the snow, I just wanted to come home and sleep. But I got out there and God did the rest. Father Jarrod pointed out a verse in Song of Songs chapter 1 that says "Ah, you are beautiful . . . yes, you are lovely." I don't feel lovely. Most of the time I feel rather frumpy. I can't imagine how the Phantom felt.

The thing is, however, that God desires me no matter how broken I am. When it doesn't feel like I am good enough, he holds out his hand to me. A hand that has been pierced by a nail just because he loves me. How amazing is that? All he wants for me is to desire him the way he desires and loves me. I pray that I can give back to him - through giving to those around me - a measure of the love, the happiness that he has given me.

Power Outages . . .

So, our power went out the other day. Not for as long as some people. Ok, for 45 minutes. But, I don't know that I would have minded if it had been longer. (I know what you are thinking; "You didn't have to get up early, clean off your car and drive the icy roads to work after taking a cold shower and not being able to blow dry your hair.") Nope, I have a cushy job (ha, if you think teaching is cushy, try it for a day.

Anyway, I am totally off the subject. The power went out and I was sitting with my two roommates with the fire glowing its warmth and the french vanilla candle permeating the room with its light and its scent. We just sat there (after we did our Windsor Pilates tape workout from memory in front of the fire). We could just "be." It was so refreshing to just "be." There was no pressure that we should be doing anything. There was nothing to do. We just took cozy naps and sat and watched the fire glimmering. (can a fire glimmer).

I was almost disappointed when the lights came back on. It was, as I explained to my girls, "loud in our house." There were machines humming and lights murmuring and life trying to track us down saying "Why aren't you watching TV or playing a game or working on something for school tomorrow." And I was sad.

I think that we, as an American culture, have forgotten how to be with each other. We can't just sit and not do anything. I think that we do it more here at the Daisy House. When I went home for Christmas there was no time for "being." We had to watch this movie or that show or eat or cook or go somewhere. There was very little "being."

That is my challenge. For myself as well as for you, my reader. Take some time this weekend to "be" with your family and friends. It is relaxing. It is non-stressing. It is good.

A rebuttal

I keep giving my roommate Kristi a hard time because she likes to list things. Ok, that is an understatement. She loves to list things. It is one of her favorite things to do, just check out her recent blog. But, I realize that lists are fun things to make (especially when you are bored in class, I miss making to do lists in college classes) and I decided to make my own.

Without further ado, I bring you some of Lisa's favorite things. These are things that have happened this past year, stuff that I like, things that make me smile, the like. And some stuff that just seems like it should be listed!!

1) Feeling at home - whether at my parent's house, at the Daisy House, in front of the Eucharist, or just with my friends, I love feeling at home.

2) Cozy days - seeing as I've blogged about them a couple of times, I feel they should make the list. Yeah for chillin' out on Sunday afternoons!

3) Hanging out with my sister - she is amazing and fun and I love her

4) Making it happen - even though this was the theme for fall, it seems to just keep on going. I love making things happen. Can I get a job where I make things happen? That would be great man, fantabulous. Fixing things and making things happen.

sublist of making things happen

• Random Road Trip to Indiana - seeing Notre Dame and meeting Chris and getting completely lost in rural Indiana
• Nutcracker - I have always wanted to go and it was awesome!!
• Wine and Cheese party
• Getting involved with the Angels of the Holy Queen and dedicating my life to Mary - amazing things, let me tell you. And I love my girls - they are so fun!
• Feeling like I know what I am doing while teaching - big thing, let me tell you, big thing
• Getting some SALT stuff going - ok, still making this happen but let me tell you, it is going to be pretty rad!

end of sublist

5) Ok, so this is why I don't make lists. I always go off into sublists in my brain and then I run out of things to talk about. So, you should go read the middle of my rebuttal and then leave me a comment!!

I pray that all of you have a safe and happy new year's eve and that someday I get a kiss at midnight!!

in the middle of a rebuttal

So, I am in the middle of writing another blog to finish out the year of 2004 but my thoughts got interrupted (blame it all on the little man, it is totally his fault).

I just have to say that I love guy hugs. They have to be the greatest thing ever. Which brings me to a funny story. (does it seem that all stories start like that?) Think back to junior year of college (my junior year not yours). I was walking down the steps of the student union on my way to check my mail or something and ran into my friend Patrick. We were both like "Hey! I need a hug." And seriously, it was the best hug ever. Unfortunately Patrick transferred to some school in Colorado the next year but in January of the next year I saw him at a conference. We were talking about all the good old times (like when he borrowed a clean pillow case from me after a friend sat on his while we watched Tarzan) and he brought up the hug. "Do you remember that hug on the steps of the student union that day?" he said to me. "Yes! I do, that was great!" I replied.

And that is my ode to great hugs.

End of LMM.

Pointage . . .

We went out tonight (the 10th night of the fourteen days of celebration;). Let me just say that I love Biggins. It is my favoritist bar ever. The whole time we were there I was "eye flirting" with a guy. (see little house blog #325). No possibilities, no waiting if he'll call, just some harmless flirtting and batting of eyes. And let me tell you it was fun!

FYI, the Daisy House girls are sponsoring big mondo gondo party on Saturday. Come on over and bring your friends.

. . . and Mr. Grey sweater over at the next table, you are welcome to come over too!

Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?

My week is going much better than it did last week. I couldn't tell you whether it is because my brain decided to come back from vacation. Or, it could be that while my brain was on vacation last week it decided to show a movie in class this week. I would vouch for the latter.

Either way you take it, this week is going by very quickly. I am getting a ton of stuff done (except for the Advent Angel gift for tomorrow - what do you get for the new principal - who is male? This is why I don't have a boyfriend. Because I would not know what to buy him . . . LMM, sorry, back to the story). I even stayed late after school today just to be productive!! I was writing down our assignments for each day (so that when the students say "hey, you didn't tell us that!" I can retort "Hmmmm . . . It has been on the board all week . . .") I was getting to next week and couldn't even get through the week! Before I knew it, the word "Final" was on the board. What is that? Time to have a week off already (not that I am complaining, it's just that the semester has flown by).

Totally off the subject . . . Does it annoy you all that I speak in parenthesis? That is how it comes out of my head. I just wonder . . . Also, then I will know if you are actually reading:).

Blah!

That is how my brain has been working. It's like it is full of "blah, blah, blah," instead of tangible thoughts that make neurons connect in my brain. Here is the list of random things that I have done this past week just to give you an example.

1) The Debate tournament - This in itself could give you ten ways my brain is already on Christmas break. I was sponsoring the day. First, I slept right through our projected SP (starting poing), got there late, could not for the life of me figure out how to open the bus doors (I was driving one of the mini school buses and it totally baffled me), and got lost on the way to Augusta High. I was so glad we finally got there and I was so excited that I left the lights in the bus on and our battery died. Then, somewhere between Augusta and Wichita, I got passed the students ballots from the day - no idea what happened to those . . .

2) Drive by - I am still not used to driving to our house sometimes (especially when the night is dark and foggy). In fact, I totally passed our turn the other night coming back from something or other.

3) Totally Tot becomes totally blown off - Not really, I just was not thinking about it being the holiday season! On my first official month in charge of Wichita's Theology on Tap, I didn't call Willie C's (our usual restaurant of choice) until after they were already booked for another party. Hence I ended up calling mucho restaurante's in the phone book to try to find us a spot. Kristi finally bailed me out of this one! She is amazing:) (and pretty, you are, as you will need to know before reading the next reason I am dumb).
Hightlight for this one - we get to try out a new restaurant and see if it works!

4) So, the girls of the Daisy House have been planning to go to the Nutcracker since September. I was all excited about it and said I'd be in charge. I ordered tickets and thought everything fine and dandy. We're going to get all dressed up and go out to eat, it's going to be a ball (or ballet as the case may be). But, when counting people to mail our last email to, I realized that I had forgotten to add Kristi (one of my roommates) to the list!! How do I do it? My brain is full of blahs!! Fortunately, all I had to do was call and add another ticket and it worked out well:) Thank goodness!!

I am sure that I have forgotten a few things, what with my brain blahhhs going on vacation two weeks early. What will we do? I don't know!!

Why do girls do that?

This was the topic of conversation at the Daisy house the other night, brought up by our friend Jim: "Why do they do that?" he asked, "Why do Girls have relationships with guys in their heads?"

The answer I gave at the time (at least in my head, I can't remember if it was out loud) was that girls are dumb. The real reason, however, is that most girls (me) find that having a boyfriend (or even the thought of a boyfriend) is exciting and fun.

Example: My senior year of high school I had already ruled out all the boys that I would actually date (Ok, so none of them asked me out so it was fruitless). And, having a crush is a fun thing. (LMM - My friend Jen once said that she wanted someone to have a crush on our friend Brandon so I said ok, I will! little did she know I already had a crush on him but that is another story). So . . . back to senior year. I had decided to have this huge crush on a Mormon boy. I knew nothing would ever happen and therefore it was "safe." It made life fun: I made a big deal out of it when I saw him in the hall, and English class was always looked to with anticipation.

In other words. we gals like to plan and dream. Many of the girls that I know have planned much of their weddings. I know what colors I want, what songs I want played at the reception, what type of dress I want to wear, that there must be some pink somewhere. All I don't have is the groom. The point of this diatribe? We like to plan. We like to dream. It puts a smile on my face.

So . . . why do we have relationships with boys in our heads? It gives us something to think about while waiting for Mr. Right. It is a lot safer to "pretend" to be dating someone, wondering what it would be like than to face the rejection of a real life "I don't like you like that but you are a great friend," or the falling in love with a guy who isn't worth it.

Unfortunately, when your imagination doesn't happen to coincide with reality, that can be more depressing than being bored in the first place.

It is a blogaversary!!

Ok, so I missed the sixth month anniversary of my blog last Friday due to the whole being off for Thanksgiving break. But, it is an occasion in which to reflect (one of my favorite things) and to ponder the future (another favorite thing), as well as an opportunity to get some more readers!! comments are welcome :).

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes, snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes . . .

A few of my favorite bloggings . . . and other random thoughts (this is random ramblings, you realize)

1 ~ The simple things in life . . . I love the little things. The Daisy House had a Thanksgiving Dinner at our house last week. After we were done gorging ourselves on a scrumptious feast, we sat around our fireplace and sang praise and worship. It was amazing because it was so simple; and yet the simple is not recognized in everyday life. It makes me sad.

2~ The romantic things in life - This blog happened to be about musicals, but reminds me of the sad state of my love life. Ok, the completely non-existent state of my love life. I want the whistles and bells and the butterflies and the walking on clouds sensation that seems to be an everyday occurrence in musicals. You can just (as a man) ask for a "beautiful hide" and there she comes. It is crazy.

I worry - will I miss it when it comes. Will I over analyze? (whatever I do, the answer to this one will be yes) And the ever faithful - When the stinking time will he come, man, I am done waiting!! But then, when he gets here, will I be completely annoyed with him and rule him out? (probably not but how will I know?)

3 ~ LMM - nuff said, read the blog, it is totally me

4 ~ Standing outside the fire - I have a fervent belief that we miss out on a lot of opportunities because they take work and we are lazy. Tonight, driving home from the east side, my roommates and I got all excited about things that need to happen in the young adult world of the Wichita Diocese. We were full of ideas and great thoughts, but it all comes down to this: What are we going to do?


These are a few of my random thoughts on the last six months. I am full of LMM's and have so much that wants to come out of my brain but my fingers just can't keep up and the rest of my brain fell asleep because I woke up early to work out.

All in all, there are things that I want (my favorite things). Some of them are way out there (staging a musical in the Wal-mart). Some are everyday things such as getting through the day with a 100 16 year-olds. Others are hopefully long term things like meeting the man of my dreams and having babies.

I don't know what to do with these dreams but just keep dreaming. And, when I really don't want to, stand outside the fire and make it happen!

"I found myself in college . . .

. . . then I moved to the real world and lost myself again." - Kiki

My roommate and I were discussing life issues the other day when she put into words what I have been feeling for the past year. I feel lost some days. By my senior year of college, I loved myself. I knew what I liked and disliked, I knew how to change what I didn't like and knew what not to mess with. I liked being "me" and I knew exactly who "me" was. It was great.

Since then, I moved to a brand new city where I only knew a handful of people (from my college of app. 800 where I knew, or knew of, everyone). And although I still know "me" and love being "me," it seems harder for that me to come out of my "me" shell.

This seems to happen every time that I move on. In high school, I thought I knew "me." I knew which people were my friends, I became what my friend Sarah and I call "a floater" when my best friends had a huge semester long fight, and I was happy being Lisa. Then, when all these friends went off to college and I was at home driving an hour and a half back and forth to the local community college, it took me a while, but I found my crowd and we were happy.

When I transfered colleges, it took me about a year to find my niche. The year was hard and full of tears, but eventually I found the me that had been emerging for a while. And it was great. I was finally around Catholics that loved their faith as much as I did. I learned how to live that aspect of my faith (before, I had been surrounded by Christians who were amazing, but something was lacking). I developed a greater zeal for the Mass and relying on my Heavenly Father and Mary as my mother. Through all of this, I became what it seemed I had been trying to become for quite some time. And I was happy.

Since moving to Wichita, I have lost some of the things that I attribute to be "Lisa things." I call myself an "introverted extrovert." I love being around people and being a leader. It is something that drives me and makes me happy. The thing is, I have to get over the introverted, "I am scared to get involved" mode that dominates new things for me. I have got to get in there and do something. To let Wichita know that I know myself, I like myself and I want to get involved!!

Now, I just have to act . . . why is that the hard part?

A Case of the Mondays

I finally bought "Office Space" the other day! I am very excited. I love the beginning when they are stuck in traffic . . . and the fact that Michael Bolton looks like my friend JP that I have not seen for years . . . Where are you man?

Tonight, it feels as if I am having a case of the mondays. But see, school was just fine (except for the tired part, I think the waking up at 5 am to get Rascal Flatts tickets finally sunk in around 5th hour today). But seriously, I just feel blah.

I miss my family like none other. I don't know how I could live very far away from them. This whole three hour thing seems really hard some days!! This brings up my other dilemma.

So, I gave living in Wichita two years when I moved here. This was a kindof unconditioned, unplanned response. But I figured that the first year always stinks, especially in a new place. I want at least two years to figure out this whole grown up thing before I think about moving.

Well, I am in the middle of a second year. I have got things going pretty well in the whole "having a clue what it takes to be a teacher" department. I think that I am doing fairly well. So know, what do I do? Do I move to Kansas City where, although I do know a lot of people, I don't know very many very well. And then I would have to get in with a new English department and that kindof stinks. And possibly teach all new books (that would really stink). But the thought of moving on is also very exciting.

I don't know. This is at the beginning stages of praying and planning. And all in all, maybe it is a case of the Mondays.

Keep Holy the Sabbath

In high school, I was always annoyed that my mom would never go shopping or anything on Sunday. Now, however, I realize that she was attempting to give us some time off of the real world.

I was never a "no work on Sundays" type gal till college. Taking a day off of studying seemed like a great idea. There were some great Sundays too. Hanging out watching Pappa's Angels with my suitemates in the 1st Atchison Benedictine Abbot's room (hurray for Abbot Innocent Wolf!!) and taking long walks to the abby pond with random people (LMM - one time my friend Jeff Block and I (he was great, I miss him) walked down to "Lake Angelas" only to find freshman boys swimming in the pond (quite scary, let me tell you, plus they were loud and it ruined the quiet, out in the country feel of the afternoon (with the exeption of being able to hear the train pass)). But I digress . . . a lot . . .

The girls of the Daisy House have instituted "Cozy Days" for the sole purpose of chillin' out on Sundays with our friends. Let me tell you. This makes my weekends feel like mini vacations. It is so nice to be able to play cards or carve pumpkins or bake goodies for my friends. It is all that stuff that I never have time to do during the week that I get time for on our Sundays.

So, I just wanted to give a shout out to the big JC - Thanks for giving us this time to fellowship with you on this sacramental day, it is rockin!!!

The Candidates as Real People

I just read this article and found it quite interesting. Check it out!!

How Bush Did It

Who We Gonna Save? Part II

For the beginning of this blog, check out the Daisy House webpage.

So, the dilema . . .

I have recently, along with Kim, found myself leading a group of high school girls called the Angels of the Holy Queen. We consecrate ourselves to Jesus through Mary. It is a wonderful group of girls. The thing is, there are not very many of us. Eventually, I would like to reach more.

Before, the focus of a group that I have helped lead has always been smaller. A church youth group with 20 kids in it. Before, I have never been "the" leader. Now, however, it seems to have fallen on me and Kim to be leaders. I love this! I am so excited about the fact that I get the chance to help these girls get closer to Jesus. But I am also overwhelmed by it. I teach at a school of 1,000 students. We have twenty girls come to Angels (on a good night). Some nights, we have less than ten.

For now, I love the small group. I love getting to know these girls on a personal level. (This is why I am not sure I am supposed to be a teacher but that is another blog for another time). The problem is, especially with girls, how do you get more girls involved without it becoming a clique? I hated (hate, to be more precise) groups that exclude themselves from others. I feel that that goes against everything I stand for as a Christian. Jesus said to "let the little children come unto me." The song goes, "red and yellow, black and white. They are precious in his sight . . ." But what about the popular girls and the band geeks (I was a band geek and reserve the right to use the title!) and the drama queens and the normal girls and the outsider girls? How do we, as Angels, not exclude any of these very special people? How do we involve all types of girls, not just the ultra-religious ones?

I know that I can't answer this question. But it makes my heart ache. I don't want anyone to feel left out!! Why do I have to be the eternal optimist that doesn't want anyone's feelings hurt? Why can't the popular girls and the non-popular girls just be friends, without the stupid popularity thing getting in the way. I don't understand!!

The True Essence of Cozy Days

This past weekend, my housemates and I instituted "cozy days." They are days where we can truly just chill out on the Sabbath. The great thing about it is that my whole weekend felt like a weekend for once. I was not running all over doing crazy stuff, I was just hanging and it was great. Sure, I worked the football game on Friday, went to a haunted house with our parish youth group, made a house shirt, carved a pumpkin watched a couple movies, slept in, and assisted in chalking "Vote 'W' '04" on our driveway, but I really just chilled out and it was great!

I am really just writing this so I can look back in two weeks when things are crazy and remember how nice this weekend really was. But I thought I would share the joy of relaxing with all of you as well!!