A picture from about 3 weeks ago :)

So, here's a picture, finally...sorry it took me so long to get it up but I'm still such a procrastinator, even if I do believe I'm getting better :P. And here's another one of the back of my hair. My mom took this one without me knowing...

I'm actually enjoying my break so far...I'm reading a book that Mandy has leant me called "A Perfect Love" and even the first two chapters have been enough to meditate on today. It is hard for me to believe that God loves me as much as He does, but I'd rather learn to except His love than to keep on living in guilt and in dependence on everones' display of love. Not that we can't receive love from other people, but sometimes (a lot), people (including myself) don't show love very well at all, even when we do love someone. God's love is the only kind of love that doesn't fail, thank goodness and I'll be learning that throughout life, not just once, haha.

My birthday was good. It was a little tough coming upon it because I honestly don't like the fact that I've always thought that birthdays are all about me so if I wasn't showered with attention or good enough gifts from the right people, then my birthday was not that great. But they don't have to be like that, I realized, and I had a better time knowing that I didn't have to make myself the center of attention all day.

I got to make waffles and eat them with peanut butter and real maple syrup (which sadly disappears faster from the bottle than the cheap stuff).

Then my mom made minestrone soup (we both agreed on spinach instead of kale; my mom's reasoning that kale is too tough and mine being that the only time I've seen the stuff is when I put it up to decorate Cafe West while working at Sea World in San Diego, :P). The soup was really good, eaten with somewhat stale ciabatta slices dipped in it.

I also got to talk to my sister, Allison, and it made me happy that she called me to say happy birthday! Oh, and my mom (she's been cooking a lot lately) made strawberry shortcake for dessert which was quite yummy. Now I just wish I had taken pictures on my birthday.

I am very grateful that I didn't get hurt more than I did yesterday when I fell backward onto the middle of the street about a half-mile from where I live. I was walking Whitey (my mom's dog) and he didn't like the dogs we walked by. So he decided to cross the street, me not quite ready yet. I immediately imagined someone seeing that happen and how it must have looked...and then laughed. I was glad Whitey didn't run off...my mom has done a good job of training that dog. Well, I'm tired. Good night :)