The Coolest I Have Ever Been

Hello world. Here I am! And happy March to you!

I know I have been a bit absent lately. Actually more scattered than anything else. And do you know why? I will tell you why. It is because my schedule has LITERALLY EXPLODED all over my face. It isn't pretty, folks. Not at all.

However, things are looking up, at least for the next few days. And when you throw in 60-degree weather, I am practically walking on sunshine.

As you could probably tell, my trip to Oklahoma was wonderful and different. Wonderful because I got to hang with the cousins, get dating tips from my Aunt Marge and eat my weight in Velveeta, but different in the fact that the patriarch and rock of our family is now dancing around with Jesus. Oh, I miss him. More than I ever thought I would. But when I walked into his house and saw his cane resting against the wall, I knew that he wouldn't want to come back even if he could. It is a bittersweet tension that will only be resolved when I see him again. And I can't wait for that day.

When I got home my sister immediately came down with bronchitis and borderline pneumonia, or as I like to call it: the plague of hacking up lungs. My poor, poor seester. I am praying she bounces back soon, it is no fun to have lungs that don't work.

This weekend was also the Oscars. Did you watch it? Did you die of boredom? Thankfully I attended a fabulous Oscar party with appetizers, cocktail attire and a random Chinese delivery guy who showed up with crab wontons. It was a stellar evening and I got to bust out the purple dress that I wore this past summer. I am in love with that purple dress. And between James Franco's stupor, Anne Hathaway's seven dress changes and plethora of pretentious pomp and pageantry (say that 5 times real fast), it was an Oscars worth making fun of...which we did.

Two nights ago I had the privilege of giving lecture over Isaiah 45. Have you read it? You totally should. Not only does it talk about some pagan Persian warrior named Cyrus who saves the Israelites from exile, it also talks about God's sovereignty over all things. I mean every itty, bitty thing. I love it, especially when you look at the world. It's nice to know Someone is in charge.

In  less eternal news, I hit a bucket of balls at the driving range yesterday with Lizz. And I am here to report that I am just as bad as I was last year, if not worse. I am blaming my sore shoulders but when you almost hit yourself in the face with a golf ball you know you have some practice to do.

And finally, and perhaps least importantly, I am now the proud owner of an iPhone. I can't even believe I am typing this out because I am a technological kindergartner and the power of this thing completely overwhelms me.

SIDE NOTE: I think I may actually be a technological pre-schooler because Noah tells me to look things up on Google and YouTube all the time. That little punk.

Anyway, I feel like I may be the coolest I have ever been right now because I have a phone that was made after 2005. And I am not going to lie, it is a pretty great feeling. Who knew coolness could be bought? My new goal is to create my own FC App so all four of you can now be in constant contact with my daily ramblings. Don't tell me you're not excited about that prospect.

So on that note, I hope your Wednesday is spectacular and full of the wonder of modern connectivity!