Glimpse

Here's a little glimpse into what one friend has coined, my "rich inner world":

1. SPLAT! I killed a gnat buzzing around my face with my bare hands.
2. I narrated the experience (or I was talking trash to the dead gnat): "And that's why they call me fast hands Monfette!"
3. Laughed outloud at my big achievement and wondered who really calls me "Fast Hands Monfette"

Is YOU My Boo Thang?

Usually I get an education on Sundays, but this last week it was phenomenal. Raven and Mika went grocery shopping and made bananna bread with me. They taught me what a "boo thang" is and it's my favorite word this week.  Love this girls and all they educate me about... :)

My Purse

Lately my purse has been an unruly jungle of receipts and coupons; straw wrappers and sticky notes to the point I could not even find my lip gloss! It probably did not help that there were 2 books, a brush, a cell phone, a wallet and a pair of dirty socks in there taking up space in there also.

I cleaned out my purse the other night, but left the dirty socks in there. They’re bright pink, from my Mom’s sock drawer which is a collection of socks the rest of us are too self-conscious to wear. They’re dirty from going bowling while at home a couple weeks back.

I had such a fantastic time at home! I slept and played games, went bowling and to the movies, painted pumpkins and star gazed, watched fireworks and drank a lot of frozen cokes. :) It was just the balm to my body and soul that I needed. I wish Chicago and home could be closer to each other.

Coming back to Chicago, I am very much more rested and in general in a more sane place. Coming back to Chicago, I am also feeling vulnerable.I had hoped that Memphis could undo the burdens of the inner city, but it wasn’t quite that powerful. I am so small and insignificant here. While I know there are those who care about me here, everyone seems to have to rush on to the next something. Emotionally and spiritually I need someone to sit with me awhile and be persistent. I know that’s a bit needy…but whatever mess is being worked out in my heart and mind is taking its dear, sweet time and I can’t seem to help that.

Baby, baby, baby, oooooooo!

 All I can say is.... there's gonna be one less lonely girl!

In case you can't make it out, it's a toothbrush that plays

2 of the Biebs best tunes....