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Just a Thought or Two

We'll start with the shallow ones:

I am totally sucked in by The Office. This is a new and humbling feeling for me, being a little bit of a TV series follower. I used to take great pride in my non-addiction to TV. I might go so far as to say my disregard for most things television. Irregardless, I watched the episode that I missed on Thursday. And when Jim nodded that yes, he still had feelings for Pam, I just about lost it. But I don't watch this show just for the romance - the pranks and general staff interaction are greatly awkward and hilarious. Welcome back, Dwight. So long, annoying Andy.

My hair trim resulted in a slightly shorter cut than I'd originally planned. It's my own fault for doing it myself and thinking I'm all as good as a hairdresser, which I'm clearly not. I don't think it's butchered, by any means. Just short. And apparently short makes me look young, which I definitely needed no help with.

Last night, I had a great night of fellowship, food and small group interacting (my favourite type) with a few friends - two married couples and my also single-and-straight-girlfriend. I was anticipating a night of lighthearted games, and got an evening of deep conversations. But I appreciated it. Actually, I was caused to think more deeply than I have for awhile about what I do and why. This was good for me. We also talked about adoption and foster care, and I realized how far away those possibilities even seem. I had a moment of that "playing grown-up" feeling, where my married friends seem far more advanced than I am, by virtue of their married-ness alone. Even if they do parkour.

My pastor's message this morning, entitled "Faith or Fame" was a good addendum to last night's discussion. I am now processing, but will refrain from using this space to do so. I think some things are best processed privately, or at least in person.

I'm now officially procrastinating and should go to bed. If you want to waste some time, watch parkour videos online. Or freerunning.


Isaac said…
I agree, parkour is the coolest thing around. I didn't know you cut your hair yourself? lol....sweeet.
Katie V. said…
I have to argue that you have mucho hairdressing skills. At least I trusted you with my hair, where else can i get a quality hair cut for a loaf of bread? Seriously, I'm pretty sure you are the last person who cut my hair (last december????)
Karen said…
Beth, I finally checked out some Parkour videos. IT BLOWS MY MIND. And to think that scene from the latest James Bond wasn't touched up/computer-assisted! Amazing. Thank you for showing me Parkour. I'm going to spread the word.

(There don't seem to be many females traceurs... ?)

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