I’m on a job assignment for VistaComm in SW Kansas this week, and my destination took me down U.S. 160 through the beautiful Gypsum Hills. I captured a photo at nearly every town along the way. Enjoy!
Argonia, Kansas
Danville, Kansas
Harper, Kansas
Attica, Kansas
Sharon, Kansas
Medicine Lodge, Kansas
Coldwater, Kansas
Protection, Kansas
Ashland, Kansas
Meade, Kansas
The most remote road I’d ever driven. 40 minutes with no other traffic. No power lines. No homes. Empty space. Beautiful.
Grub for the road. Yes, I ate the whole bag.
Are we there yet?
I’m not sure what came over me at my preschooler’s screening assessment this morning. I’m not sure if it’s how much older she suddenly looked to me, the fact that complete strangers were asking her question after question, or if I was just proud of how well she behaved and responded. I was just so…emotional. She was like a different child. Poised, polite and 100% confident. So confident, in fact, that when she was asked questions I knew were beyond her ability, she would give a quick, self-assured answer anyways. When asked “Can you count backwards from 10?,” she calmly responded, “Yes. 80.”
I couldn’t contain myself. I started to laugh and tears welled up in my eyes. The gentleman across the table administering the test avoided eye contact with me, for fear he would start busting up, …
It feels good to be write at home.
Hello dashboard. Hello WordPress WYSIWYG editor. Hello blinking cursor, beckoning me to start tapping on the keys. I’ve missed you.
Yes, I know I’ve visited a couple of times in the past several days to write this, and that, but they weren’t really stories. They were hurried posts that satisfied my desire to produce something while on vacation. I apologize that we didn’t get to spend enough time together, but my family comes first. I know you understand. So much has happened since I’ve been gone. I have so many stories to tell you. So many photos to show you. But I’m just really tired right now. Being …
May you always be this happy. May he always sweep you off your feet. Or at least sweep the kitchen floor. That’s pretty darn romantic, too.
To my dearest cousin Rachel,
How I wish I could be with you today. To see your glorious smile in person as you walk down the aisle and start the next chapter in your life. Fondly, I remember the many days and nights we spent together at Grandma and Grandpa’s, spying on our relatives, giggling until tears fell, and performing three-act plays in the living room for innocent bystanders.
I hope your future husband knows how lucky he is. You’re a catch, to say the least. You’re beautiful, intelligent, funny, and have a heart big enough to accommodate countless friends and our entire amazing family. I’ve always admired how you’ve lived life …
Need a good scream? Go ahead. Need to let something go? That’s ok, too.
“Something’s gotta give. I don’t know how much more I can take. I’m at my breaking pount… AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
When I saw this status update from a dear friend today, my heart ached. Not only because I care about her, but because that could have easily been me a mere six months ago. I feel ya sister!
Not very long ago, I was at my breaking point. Friends were worried about me. Family was worried about me. My boss was worried about me. I was an empty shell, floating back and forth between work and home, the hours, days, weeks and months passing me by. I was physically, spiritually and emotionally exhausted. Something had to give. And not just something minor (those things …