why do i let myself get so emotionally involved in stories? i realized today, after watching gilmore girls and spending the afternoon at the winnipeg art gallery, that i love stories, but when they go wrong, i get emotionally affected. even if the story is fictional. i keep thinking there's got to be someone who it has really happened to. and then i hurt for them. and then sometimes i wonder, am i stupid to pray for these theoretical people?? who knows.
last night we had home group. again, a good time. i'm really blessed to have found that group of special people :) and to have a friend like eva, who brought me a gift basket full of goodies. apparently i bless her? really, i've been more blessed by my friends in the past year than i deserve. to every one of you reading this, i appreciate you so much!
steph, i also really appreciate you. tuesday night, she and i went shopping, and i bought an on-sale hoodie spontaneously, as did she! turning me into a skater chick, that girl! okay, so not really ;) but i did buy the hoodie from west49... then we went skating and had the best time ever all by ourselves in the dark, singing and praying and falling over sometimes....
afterwards we made brownies and ate some with icecream and listened to michael buble and other fun music.
tonight i'm up for some more skating....what do you say?
don't dance so fast
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