"Much pleasure thou can'st give me"

I know that this is way to early to post

It's also way to early to talk about

But Hallmark has hit the ground running so I'm following in their golden footsteps.

I would love to go to Hagle tree farm in Somis.

I would love to pull on my ugg boots and find me a scarf.

I would love to sit in a wheelbarrow and let the baby push me.

I would love to dominate and find the perfect tree.

I would also love to break the rules and find a "tall dark and handsome" tree

to match our "short fat family room".

I would love to take a picture of the old ugly pig, and the Santa Claus I graduated with.

I would love to go home and make everyone unwrap the ornaments the way I ask.

I would love to lick the gingerbread man ornament and get a disgusted look from my dad.

I would love to see my dog eat the ornaments off the tree.

I would love to see the sacrifice my brother makes in order for us to have a traditional Christmas.

I would love to see him sneeze, it adds character and shows humility.

"Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man"

I was told by a fellow today that I looked like the girl version of Bob Dylan.

I'm gonna take that as a compliment.

So now I'm left with the terrible fact that my celebrity furternal twin has a number of songs I cant really recall.

I'm finally getting over my ignorance and I'm ready to appreciate his words.

"I was too busy"

For some reason I feel like I always start of my new entry in the following manner...I know that I really don't but it still feels familiar.

I drove home this weekend.
It was my moms birthday on Saturday and I made my way through Downtown and over a hill to find a town that has just started to meet Autumn. I was happy to meet her as well.
But before I reached Aguora Hills I broke down in tears. Not because I was cussed out by a person I love, or because I was a bad daughter who still didn't have a birthday present for her mother. I cried because I was reminded of grace. Not saving grace, I'll call it steady grace.
I cried when I though of my friend Dani getting hit by a car 3 days earlier. I cried even harder when I realized that 6 days earlier marked the 3 year anniversary of my car accident. The one that is all to similar to Dani's. The one that has left me scared and blessed. I thought back to the day in October, laying in a college parking lot as I told myself "this will change everything" I thought back to the phone calls that were made in tears and the doctors faces as they called it a miracle. I thought back to the Bible and what it was to me then and what it is to me now. I thought about the meetings I would sit through as I tried to explain the concept of grace to an insurance lady named Sherri. I thought back to the first time I realized God picked me for a reason, I thought back to the cupcakes and mochi, coworker visits after daycare. prayer and encouragement. Loss and a beautiful gain. And I thought about my weakness in the midst of His strength, what it was to me then and what it is to me now.

"Hawaiian roller coaster ride"

We have 'ocean sounds' playing in our hall-bathroom. I like it.
It makes me think of summers in Santa Cruz and Aptos. Waking up to the sound of the sea.
Sleeping on the beach, the smell of garlic bread, Olympics on the t.v. card games and and a impressive line of beers on the counter. Red wine competitions and dogs. Roller coasters and tattoos. Walks down the street, and the consistent flow of boys that were some how associated with my cousin. Apologies and questions. Car accidents, and hot tubes, lies and tan lines.

"Hallelujah, I'm a Bum"

You just walked in my room and made it smell like amnesia and Starbucks.
I'm glad to see what you're wearing on your heart.
I'm even more glad to see what you're wearing on your mouth.
Thank you for sitting for awhile and letting me tell you a story I've been wanting you to hear.
Thank you for that hug, and the fact that you entered my room before you entered your own.
I cant wait until you smell like Old Spice and Jesus.