I've got to get out!

The summer has ended. The trips are over, the classes started. And it's hot.

Today was just one of those days. Don't get me wrong, I am happy with my classes and excited about this year's opportunities. But drama from the foreign language office, drama involving friends and just over-drama within myself made me go over the edge.

I've got to get out of here.

After lunch (frozen pizza), I told Robert that I've got to drive around for a while. In my mind I knew exactly where I wanted to go: out of the city and down some gravel roads in the country. I took our boat of a car, our dear '95 Park Avenue out past Eagle Street, out past 35E and went north. Where I would end up, I didn't care. I just need some fresh air.

I turned down some random roads just looking for open fields. I could see a patch of land so I'd turn. I could sense a low-traffic road so I'd turn on that one. Finally, I found what I was looking for. Horses.

I have no idea why, but I've just had this need for a horse's touch. In a secluded street dotted with houses, I pulled off the main road and parked the Beast in the grass. As I walked up to three male horses they, too, made their way towards me.

Oh, this is perfect I thought. They like me. They smell so good. They are so soft, too.

Suddenly, standing there alone with these huge beasts I was overwhelmed and let out a little whimper of a cry. Who knows why. I don't know. It just seemed like this giant coffee-colored horse understood me. I just stood there for a while pretending to be a horse whisperer. They each took a turn standing by me.
In these few moments, there was no sound of cars or buses. No pedestrians walking everywhere. Not a single car went by. No clock tower bells. Nothing. Just me and the horses and the wind.

Thank you, Lord, for the silence and these few minutes to myself.

No cares. No drama. No reasons.

This is why I love the country and this is where I want to end up someday.

I drove back to Denton with the AC turned up and the radio turned off. I stopped at Beth Marie's little ice cream diner on the square for a cherry vanilla coke from the old-fashioned soda fountain and wondered what life was like in the 50s.

But here I am, now, just taking a breather.

On with the week.

Napping: a worthy decision?

I have to admit, I have a love/hate relationship with naps.

A nap can entice you with it's tired eyes, comfy bed, and cool sheets. But it always seems to turn on you once you've dragged yourself out of the day-coma. Before taking a nap, I assess the situation: would I end up more tired than before? Can I afford a one hour post-nap recovery? Did I just eat a meal? because if I did, I'll feel really gross when I wake up. So today, I assessed my situation and went through with a nap. My head hit the pillow and instantly, I was out. And, as always, the alarm that sounded one hour later was pushed to the limits. I ended up sleeping a lot longer than expected and feel gross to boot. So was it worth it? I'm still not sure. This relationship could use more communication.

inaugural message

and so it begins!

I'm excited to open my first blog: a compliation of my take on some little things about life. I have to say that I've been inspired by my Mom's blog and my Aunt's blog, both of which are so pleasantly written. I have been hooked reading each of them, even getting my friends in on reading them too!

Those of you who know me remember that I'm a college kid. Not only that, but a minority here at university: a married college kid. I'm an ad major along with my husband, Robert. We are blessed to have found each other so young. We look around us and say, "We are so glad to be out of the dating game at 21!" You could say we have a lot going for us: great families, exciting future, love being best friends. You would be right. We depend on the Lord for our needs and don't really worry about it. Our life is pretty simple right now, although there are those days. Overall, our 10 months of "wedded bliss" honestly have been pretty blissfull and we're lovin' every minute of it!

You could probably tell from the blog name that I'm one of those "creative" people. It's true. It's a fact about my personality since I was pretty young. Ask my mom. She'll tell you that when I was five, I'd run around the house wringing my hands saying, "I just have to make something!" Since then, my love for creating hasn't stopped. Every inch of our tiny apartment is evidence. Poor Robert. I do vow, however, to never have a "crafty" home. You know, like spong-paint and frilly. Not exactly my style. I like the classy-yet-comfy, cool-yet-warm style. It comes out in my decorating, graphic design and I'd like to think- personality.
So there you have it- that kind of sums up what kind of gal I am. Stop over on occasion and see what's going on in my neck of the woods.