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Again, thank you for the grace you have extended during this time of remodel. Hey, my husband has his remodel "sites" and I have mine.
A few thoughts for today:

I have always had this thought/fear that I would die by car accident.  As I drive I imagine what it would be like or see people make risky decisions and think, "it could have happened then." I never feel more vulnerable to my time being up than when I drive.  Hopefully this is not the case, of course. I know this is a sad thought (sorry, Mom) and that, no matter what, the Lord will take me however He sees fit and I am not afraid of that, but I was just thinking about it today and wanted to get home safe. And I did.


Today is my Friday.  And I was prepared to take full advantage.  I had a snack, started some laundry, did some emailing, and randomly turned on Oprah.  There I am, typing away while she is chatting in the background, and suddenly....the BACKSTREET BOYS were on.  All my frozen self could think as each of their sweet faces graced the screen was, "this was meant to be." Mind you, I haven't seen them in a LONG TIME.  Back in my boy band hayday, I was quite the follower.  Okay, I was obsessed.  I would have put any girls claiming to be their #1 fan to shame (including the girl Oprah featured, whose posters I already had and whose dance moves to "Everybody" needed some work) and have damaged many-an-innocent-bystanders eardrums with my screaming if The Boys were mentioned, let alone came on the radio.  Imagine my delight when they weren't just featured, but they performed.  Now, I held on to my composure up until that point.  But something about sitting in front of my television, watching them sing just as I have done so many times before, made me swoon just like I was a teenager. Chills, friends. Chills.

Finally, I am going back to the gym.  No longer would my thighs accept the excuse of, "but the account is frozen." Turns out that when I looked into it, "unfreezing" my account took about 30 seconds.  This period of letting myself go is going to come to an end and I am ready to huff, puff, and sweat. At least that's how I feel today- we'll see what tune I'm singing when I'm supposed to be there by 8am tomorrow morning.

The End.