Good Times...

Tonight was sweet- one of those sweet nights that you wish you could bottle up and take a sip every once in a while when life gets hard and you forget.

Singing worship to God accompanied by my faltering fingers on the piano with a stranger on my guitar... praying for the people we care about... eating double chocolate pomegranate cookies and not feeling bad because I just ate all-veggies, spaghetti squash goulash for dinner.... listening to my hubby laugh with friends and retell stories... listen to girls address their hopes and fears for the future... swapping advice... swapping recipes.... sweet times, sweet people, sweet Jesus.

I discovered some music tonight, and I think one of their songs fits my current mood so well: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JC31SLCQRwc&feature=artist

It's a song to listen to while sipping tea and thinking of all the people we hold dearest.

Test to study for and....

I should be reading up about alternative dispute resolution and writ of certiorari.... Instead, I'm driven to read design articles and look at beautiful things.

Today I stumbled upon Mark Shaw's photographic archive - he took photos for Life magazine, etc... it's classic stuff - check it out here: http://www.markshawphoto.com/

The weather has turned warm today and it has my spirit feeling frisky. I want to skip class and blow bubbles outside, then paint pictures of daffodils and eat gummy bears and jelly beans! However, the call of academia still resounds loudly in my ears and the federal court system is calling me. I think I'm losing the wrestling match with business law... oh well.

In case you're wondering - a writ of certiorari is a writ from a higher court asking a lower court for the record of a case. When a case is appealed to a higher court, one of those is issued. Beautiful, just beautiful.

Ah, America

Yesterday I got a particular hankering for Starbucks coffee. When my dear husband suggested I make coffee, I made it clear that not just any coffee would do. Indeed, not just any coffee, but Starbucks. When the idea was put forth that I could just go buy a refrigerated cappucino from the grocery aisle of Walmart, I refused it, too. "I want the experience, not just the coffee. The warm, friendly smells greeting me as I walk in the door. Someone asking for my specific, detailed order based on tastes unique to my palate. Then, when I hear those sweet words singing out my order, I relish that last breath before taking the first sip. It's not just that, either. The feel of the paper cup in my hand engages my senses.

Ah, America.


Sadly, my status as a newlywed college student who, although blessed by God, lives 20 minutes away from Starbucks, did not receive the 5-senses experience of Starbucks coffee... In fact, I probably won't for some time. Ah, America.