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 There are many things we do with out pausing to consider implications or practicabilities. Or maybe its just me. Anyway, in keeping with this unstable characteristic, I have decided to move back to Colorado. Tomorrow. Colorado; its brown, it has rocks-not trees, the people look AND smell organic, and plastic is evil. Its funny how a place like that can change who you are for the better and you actually come to love its strange quirks. So I’m not moving, not really, not now but I could and would if God said to drop it and go.

  This isn't a random post about CO, I was there visiting and it was a great visit. I sat on an airplane and talked with a fellow boarder for at least a ½ hr concerning the best boarding spots in CO . Funny, but my first snowmobile ride never got mentioned J . On arrival, I had a real Coloradan rescue me from the frozen springs airport (they had snow! I think its just cause I was visiting J.  I had the privilege of working at both stores and finding fun, shiny things. I saw several former customers one of whom accused me of being “very cute” cause she found me shopping in the goodwill. I told her I was visiting and could now shop at the goodwill.=)  Best of all, I got to talk and listen to many friends from my former life. And that’s why I would want to go back. Friendships are so important and CO is hard on friendships. But there’s always Heaven (or Texas if you’re a Texan) and there’s always people no matter which state I am. And I’m learning contentment in this one J

  I’m so excited bout this wkend. I get company and I get to go to a wedding. "I love weddings". And I’m still going to get rid of my xanga sometime. I’m going to find a nice blog spot with no nasty advertisements J  Loves and Hugs  Sonya

What is one thing we are all allotted every day,the one thing that bonds complete strangers and severs the closest of friends? Ponder this for several paragraphs if you please.

I got a job that does not involve the medical field-we hope.I'm working at a very cool lil southern dinner-like restaurant and as a general rule,I love it.I love older people and I work with them quite a bit cause we all know that its the thin 72 yr old who eats the most fried chicken down south. Sometimes I miss the long afternoons spent here at home pondering any and all wayfaring theories and philosophies that my bored brain happened upon.Mostly however, I'm happy giving myself headaches by forgetting orders vs. wondering how unconditional love and accountability 'ought to work together,etc. :)

 I've learned many things at the restaurant(one of which would be the correct spelling of restaurant).An exhaustive list would include: Montezuma,the aztec emperor drank btwn 30-50 cups of chocolate every day; Jerseys give the best milk,mayfield will last the longest in your fridge and Aldi can't possibly be selling real milk for that price; The older the man,the bigger the truck; EVERYONE knows a mennonite; Mennonites are kind (uhuh,thats what I thought); Income IS in direct relation to how much tip I receive- The wealthier the patron,the less they have to give; The more pushy the person,the deeper their insecurities; Finally,I'm beginning to believe that GOD CRIES...GOD SMILES...but GOD NEVER LOOKS AT US WITH DISINTEREST.

 Several weeks ago I had a BRIGHT idea.A local church was hosting an acclaimed pianist for a free concert and as I love music and free things, what could be better?I talked two of my friends into going with me and we had an "experience" like unto which usually accompanies my BRIGHT ideas.We weren't the only ones who thought "music" and "free" the best of things and we found our selves in the center of a sea of senior citizens, a VERY crowded sea.I was privileged to be the one in my group seated by someone NOT in my group.If I were to practice marriage counseling,I would have practiced on this couple.There wasn't essentially anything wrong with them unless a husband who rattles on about his accomplishments and a wife who ignores said husband and upon sitting down immediately begins flipping through the song book(a hobby of hers) constitutes as wrong.Did you know you can determine the standards of a church by simply looking at a song book? No,as I said,they weren't in the throws of turmoil, but I listened to him for bout 5 min,nodded several times and through that,firmly established myself as an INTERESTED human being.I was given more musical information then any other concert goer that evening.I totally understood his wife but I wonder how long it would take to have a BETTER relationship if she would take the time to listen to her husband.To affirm.

That evening of free music made me think about relationships far more then mozart.Waitressing is more then delivering food.My answer to the question I asked is the Herb,Thyme (more often spelled time).We all have it,but if we don't give it away,it will be taken away.And like I said before, I think God smiles,God cries,but he never looks at us with disinterest and He always has and always will have time.

Ya'll have a SUPER week!  Sonya