Brain dump.

Helloooooooo, friends.  How you doin?  What do you want to talk about tonight, because I got NOTHIN'.


That's not true, I got somethin'--and it's that I started a women's small group/bible study, and we had our first official meeting tonight.  I sort of hate to announce that publicly, because I have NO BUSINESS leading a bible study.  But so be it, I've been wrestling with this idea for a while, and I suppose that's what the holy spirit feels like--something I can't ignore forever.  And so here we are, me trying to read and make sense of the entire bible in 12 hours, and failing at that miserably.  


Also, I am hosting 10, 6-year-old boys here for Little J's birthday on Saturday--and aside from purchasing plates in a Star Wars theme, I've got nothing.  No definite plans (besides eating cake) and intentions to make light sabers out of pool noodles.  This has all the makings of a meltdown, sometime around 2 p.m tomorrow--but for now, I am going with the theory that I am EASY!  Casual!  It's for the kids!  Until it pours buckets on Saturday afternoon, and our water balloon toss is out of the question.


I've been feeling very...tired, lately.  I blame it on allergies, and their life-sucking drugs--and right about now, four weeks into the season, I begin to believe that it may NEVER get better.  And so I pull myself out of my stupor, and stop taking naps at 5 p.m., and force myself to get after my first (and very slooooow) run in weeks.  My sprained toe seems to be mostly healed--ALLELUJIAH!--considering that 9 days ago, I thought every bone in my foot was broken.  I *might* have a tendency to get ahead of myself.


Also--as it turns out, it looks like Mike and I will be heading back to Hawaii this summer, for a week--for the wedding of our most loyal babysitter, turned friend, who happens to live there now.  It's quite a surprise, being able to head home for TWO YEARS straight.  It's sort of a miracle that this worked out, and I'm so excited, but I'm gonna need to fight the urge to put all kinds of expectations on this.  Just be a pal tell me to breathe, and freaking go to Hawaii.


Bathing suit season is in six weeks.  {Insert expletive}.


I am OBSESSED with One Direction.  Anyone else?  I would pay money to know that I am not the only 35-year-old who loves them, and that song they are starting to play on the radio.  I freaking love that song.  ANYONE?  It's like the New Kids on the Block, reincarnated.  


Last thing--I am starting to freak out over what will happen AFTER I watch every single episode of "How I Met Your Mother" on Netflix.  This not having cable thing is not so bad, until I start to have anxiety attacks over what will happen when I work my way through entire series.  


And that, friends, is my life on allergy meds.  Meh.  Blah.  Please pray that I am divinely inspired by sarcasm, or the hamsters make pancakes, or I meet Jon Bon Jovi, because I am starting to bore myself.