Becca,

Here’s a super long post to make up for the bagillion I’ve missed the past couple weeks.

Please don’t hate me. Please please PLEASE don’t hate me. I know I have been the most awful friend in the entire history of the world because I haven’t blogged in 20 days. 20 DAYS!!!! That’s almost as long at World War 1. Ridiculous. I actually feel really bad about it. See, the thing is, I have the worst memory in the world. So I get home every night, have a million things to do, and then I forget to blog to you. That will change though. Hopefully. Maybe. Probably. Not.
Is it weird that I like to look at my scars because it makes me feel more intense, like I got them in some battle fighting ancient Chinese ninjas? Speaking of ninjas, I had kickboxing class last night and we did a lot of kicking. I have to admit, I like kicking things. And I honestly don’t mean that in my usual too-violent sense. I actually enjoy kicking the pads (not real people of course). Maybe it’s because I’m good at it. But I actually think it’s because it’s not something I would normally do, a little out of my character. It gives my boring life a little spice. It’s the oregano of my life.

So on my Yahoo! Homepage, one of the things trending now is “Zombie ants.” That’s weird enough in its own right. But at first glance I thought it said Zombie Pants. I’d wear those.

I have made a discovery about myself. Would you like to know what it is? I bet you would. I’ll go ahead and tell you. I am good at injuring myself. I don’t like to injure myself, I just so happen to be good at it. In the past 3 and a half months I’ve had two pulled hamstrings, a pulled quad, an injured knee, and a hurt shoulder. The shoulder is the one that’s bothering me now. I need to figure out what I’m doing to hurt myself and STOP DOING IT! Or else I might literally fall apart.

Look at this nugget of beautifulness from the Beth Moore bible study I’m going through right now: “I think heaven will be heaven because He will be there, but He thinks it will be heaven because you will be there.” This makes me smile and feel all warm and gooey inside. Not sure what I mean by gooey, but I think you catch my drift. Although I’m thinking gooey might be a fairly accurate description of my organs.

Big news in my life: I’M MOVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s right people. I’m moving out of my parents house and into my very own apartment THIS SATURDAY!!! Becca, I’m am seriously no joke SO EXCITED! I can’t contain myself. Literally. My gooey insides are coming out. Okay, that was gross and I instantly regretted typing that, but I’m too lazy to backspace. I can’t wait to have my own place to decorate and what not and just relax in. Although I think I’m living right above some kids, so that will be interesting. AHHHH I CAN”T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING! I feel so grown up. It’s weird. You know what I’ll like most about it? Only being 5 minutes from work. I can leave at 8:15 and still get there 10 minutes early. Plus I can go home during lunch and take a 45 minute nap in my own bed! We both know how much I love naps. This is gonna be great. AND I heard that gas prices are going to keep falling til June so you know what that means… you might be able to come visit me in June! Score!

I just got an email from an employee asking a bunch of hard, complicated, and time consuming questions. I’m gonna ignore it for now. I am on my lunch break after all. That’s the bad thing about staying at my desk for lunch, I inevitably end up doing some kind of work since people don’t realize I’m not doing work.
My small group went to the ghetto on Wednesday evening instead of having our normal group meeting on Thursday to go around and visit several homeless camps in the downtown Columbus area to visit with people and give them food and stuff. It was kinda fun. I mean, I didn’t have a blast doing it, but it felt like the right thing to do. Serving God’s people for God’s glory. I don’t do enough of that and God’s been convicting me a little about it so I was happy for this opportunity.

Hmmmmm, I think that’s all the major updates in my life. Bobby and I aren’t dating anymore, but we’re still good friends and that’s been going well. Better than I thought actually. Thank you Jesus for showing me You’re all I need to feel better.

Alas, I leave you with a list of ways I will make up my blogging absence to you:
1) Buy you a dozen dozens of roses
2) Buy you a drank
3) Send a singing telegram to you
4) Write a song and perform it on national television. I’m thinking The Colbert Report will be a good venue.
5) Tweet my apologies
6) Figure out how to genetically modify a horse to become a unicorn and then give it to you as a pet.
7) Name a star after you.
8) Name a lily pad in a pond after you
9) Get a tattoo reminding me to blog
10) Make a scrapbook for you with all my “I’m Sorry” faces (182 total)
11) Let you stay at my apartment for free the first time you come visit me.
12) Name my first born after you, provided that you legally change your name to Darcy.


Hopefully that makes up for my lack of blogging. I promise I’ll be better from now on. Gentle reminders in the evening always help. Key word being GENTLE! I don’t respond well to threats. And by don’t respond will I mean they cause me to rip other people’s hair out (because mine is too soft to rip out, and I like how it feels brushing against my arm).

I think God forgot to change His calendar to May. #wherearethemayflowers
Luna