I love my couch . . .

but this is the third day in a row that I have been living on my couch. Ugggh . . . I hate being sick. 4 days of this is really enough . . .

Another thing on my to-do list in life

Last night I had a moment of geniusness (no idea if that's a word . . . or how to spell it). I want to make a coffee table book about coffee!! (I've recently had this strange obsession with coffee table books). It'll be a big book with great pictures, information on the history of coffee, different types of coffee, growing and roasting procedures, how other countries do coffee, poems, first hand barista accounts, latte art . . . you know, all that great stuff.

Now I just have to figure out how to market something like that so that I could actually sell it at a decent price . . . or I'll just make a few for the people that would actually appreciate something like that.

Any thoughts?

If you were a coffee . . .

What would you be?

Nina: Familiar and Friendly

Charles: Sturdy and Powerful

Nathan: Extraordinary and Enticing

Me: Interesting and Complex

Winter

My front yard

Snowshoeing

Tubing

Keri!

Snow family

MB

My first shoveling job

Free Day

Today was our "free day" in San Luis Obispo during our week of Vision Dinners. And by "free day", my boss meant, let's have a six hour meeting.

All in all it wasn't bad. We had some great laughs, had a challenging devotion and talked about some good stuff. I kept feeling some sense of unrest though. I don't know what it was. Some of the things we talked about, are things that get me excited about work and my job . . . but I still couldn't shake the feeling.

It may be that I am getting the itch for change again. And maybe it's because I've been questioning what my passions in life are and wondering what I really want to do . . . and I wonder if it's just wishful thinking to want to work in something that I am passionate about. I question whether I'm even passionate about camp ministry. Likely not. I love being a part of it, and I see the benefit . . . but is that what I really love? Maybe I'm just lazy and apathetic because I see all the great things that could happen in the next few years . . . but feel overwhelmed by all the work and effort that it would take. Maybe I am just noncommital. Who knows.

Anyways, tonight Jeff and Mike and Tyler and I joined two other guys from the area for dinner. It was comical . . . me and 5 guys . . . at a sports restaurant. Firestone, if you've heard of it. I had a great veggie burger though! Then we went and saw "Taken". Not much of a story line . . . but it was intense with lots of fun action. It had an abrupt ending as movies like that often have. But I enjoyed it for what it was. And it makes me angry about human trafficking.

Then we walked the streets of SLO and visited the gum wall (a little alley that's completely covered with chewing gum). Of course I had to add my contribution.



Sorry this is long . . . a gold star to anyone that actually read this far.

Guilty Pleasures

I was going to say that I had recently had a conversation with people about guilty pleasures . . . and then I realized that that was a conversation I saw on TV yesterday. Not real life. But still . . .

Mine is probably gummy candy.

I thoughouly just enjoyed MB's swedish fish, my hot cinnamon tea, my fuzzy hat, the new Northern album . . . and that fact that I'm writing an article for work.

It's a good day :-)

Change

"He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery."

-Harold Wilson

RIP Nalgene

Sometime during the Vision Dinner tour last week I seem to have lost my Nalgene bottle. Sad day.

My Morning Activities

This morning I ran along the beach . . . in the rain. Then I sat for awhile and watched the surfers. It was wonderful :-)

But I am looking forward to coming home tonight. I've pretty much been gone for almost 2 weeks now.

I also really really want to stop at a Coffee Bean and get my tea before we head out in a little bit here. We'll see if that works.

Rolls

In the last 2 weeks . . . I have eaten more bread and butter, and starchy things than ever! I hate it. But then, when every day I sit down to a fancy plated chicken dinner . . . I can really only eat the bread and whatever the chosen starch of the day is . . . and the few little veggies that are on my plate . . . oh yes, and dessert.

I just miss the salad bar and the unappealing desserts of camp :-(

I've eaten too many rolls that I am easily going to end this tour having added another roll to my waistline. But MB and I are going to run the road this Saturday! So hopefully I'll survive both those things . . . rolls and running.

An Interesting Afternoon

Suzanne and I got locked into our room this afternoon. We got in there just fine, but when we went to get out . . . we couldn't. We felt like we were probably just dumb and missing something obvious. But we were legitimately locked in. We had to slide our key under the door and then have someone else open it from the outside. Needless to say . . . we got a new room.

But before that even happened, somehow my suitcase caught my toe and took off a good portion of my toenail and it bled quite a bit.

And even before that, we ate lunch at a seafood restaurant on the pier. It was one of those times when I was really really sad that I was a vegetarian. It's a good thing I don't come into contact with seafood more often . . . I would be done.

just a nice day

Today has simply been a really nice day. I didn't get out of bed till almost 11, and did some work and caught up on a few emails and stuff before I ever got out of bed. I think I like working like that. Hmmm . . . I wonder how I could keep pulling that one off.

And I had 10 pillows and 4 different bed sides to choose from last night. That was fun.


This afternoon I walked outside for a bit, got lunch and ate by the pool and simply enjoyed the heat and wearing my flip flops. I forgot how much I miss them, and I don't think I've ever enjoyed them quite so much.

Ok, it's off to the Thousand Oaks dinner now. This is our first one at a golf course. Not that that really means anything in particular.