I'm not sure how I'm feeling...

Yes, I made it home alive, in one piece, and fairly responsibly....
Jeff and I had an excellent weekend with our friends in Sacramento. It was so comfortable and wonderful to slip back into catching up and being together. I hope we can see them more often!
It was, obviously, too short and the time did come when I had to say goodbye to Jeffrey. I miss him like crazy.
But, life has a way of keeping us busy and, fortunately, I have one of my best friends out visiting from Michigan and my sister and her family here this week. So, I'm enjoying the family time and the laziness of sleeping in and doing whatever I want, including visiting the best bookstore in the world - Powells, hiking, and watching a bunch of movies.
More later.

My brain is a pile of mush, and growing mushier...

I missed my flight. I was supposed to be on a plane heading to Sacramento at 4:40 this afternoon. Where was I? Sipping margaritas with my husband in Long Beach. So what happened? I have no idea. I somehow got it into my head that I was leaving LA on Friday, and planned accordingly. My poor friend was supposed to pick me up and I had to tell her how completely dumb I was because somehow I've lost all higher brain function.
The good news is that I get to spend more time with my husband. I called the airline and they wouldn't put me on a different flight without charging me an extra $100. So, Jeff decided that he'd graciously drive me up to Sacramento tomorrow and spend the weekend with me and my friends (who are excited to see him anyway). So, I'll be with him until Sunday (YAY!) at which point he will return to LA and I'll have another day with my friend before flying home on Monday. I DID double check my flight into Portland, so that won't be an issue... hopefully. :)
Sigh.
Maybe there is a higher purpose in all my floundering about lately. I guess we'll never know.... So, in the meantime I'm definitely enjoying my stolen time with my husband. I'll keep you posted on my journey home.

Isn't it funny?

I've been so absolutely lazy these past few weeks that I haven't wanted to do anything at all... it's a perpetuating cycle. So, that's why I haven't taken the time to share what I've been up to: nothing. I have only read two books, have watched a ton of movies and TV, have eaten a lot and slept in every day. I have, however, been able to spend time with a lot of old Biola buddies, and have been with someone pretty much every night since I've been here. It's been great to reconnect.
I'm dreading leaving on Friday, though. I kept thinking it wouldn't be so bad to go home and work work work until Jeff gets back in December, but the more I've thought about it, the more I'm hating the idea. I'm going to really miss him!! And the time down here has flown by despite my generally slow pace while I've been here. So, tomorrow is our last date night for 3 months. We are planning on spending the day in Long Beach, and I will have quite a few hours in the afternoon to myself down there while Jeff does his four hours of internship for the day. It will be really fun to be at the beach for a while.
It's going to be a really good thing that Jeff's sister will be living with me while he's gone. I don't think I'd do so well on my own. I also have friends that have promised to take me out, and one that has said she is going to force me to learn to snowboard this fall - yipee. My last ski trip was quite the flop, so we'll see about that.
Anyway, that's the news. More later....

My own Biola remembrances

Ok, I have to throw in my two cents...

I met Jeffrey my second year at biola, but we didn't start hanging out until the beginning of my third year, at which point he was living with the infamous Ryan Sey, whom I'd never met. Michelle and I went to go visit Jeff one Saturday morning and noticed a hideous pink flamingo outside of his dorm room. We, of course, decided to deface it and see if he noticed. He did. And thus began the flamingo war. Escalating, Michelle and I decided we were no longer satisfied merely writing on the precious flamingo, we were just going to simply steal it.

I think it took a few days before Jeff noticed the flamingo blatantly on display in our dorm window. After several rounds of stealing it back from each other, it no longer was simply a joke. Michelle and I HAD to retain that stupid flamingo, which was being safely stored in Jeff's dorm room now. We went down to Stewart and met Ryan for the first time, and stole it right from under his nose. He, of course came later that day and took it back while Michelle and I were napping, Mary unwittingly letting him in our room. Later that night they took ALL the stuff off our dorm porch, not just our stuff either. The worst was they nabbed a room key we had to leave outside because ONE of my roommates ALWAYS got locked out. At that point, it was war. I called a friend of mine living in Hart and, apparently he gathered a large pose of people to snatch it back for us. An hour later, he arrived bloodied, yes they made him bleed, to hand me back my room key. Unfortunately, he wasn't successful in nabbing back the flamingo. You'll have to hear from Ryan and Jeff what actually happened down at Stewart. All I know is that I got my room key back due to my brave friend, and then Michelle and I decided we were done. My poor courageous friend!

The cause of this? Behold the mighty pink flamingo....