When I was 18, I drove 10 hours across three states from my hometown of Orwell, Ohio to Davenport, Iowa and walked into my first open gym as a college basketball player at Marycrest International University.  It was a small little college nestled on the side of the hill in town.  

She jokingly responded, “Well, you did this to yourself.” As always she was more than right.

For a long time I have prided myself on the ability to live light. In early December I successfully packed for a trip to New Orleans in under 25 minutes.

I have been searching for years for a way to explain this in a short way for everyone to understand.  But then the movie Talladega Nights gave us this little gem. 

Unlike other businesses there isn’t a ledger that records withdrawals and deposit, which means I can’t find out if I’m in the “black” or  ”red” when it comes to my life’s work. “Am I making a difference?” Is a thought I often ponder.  

I can’t help but yell, JONES at the top of my lungs because she is just THAT great.

Driving behind a van on the way home, my day was brightened up by the passengers of the vehicle.

I didn’t plan on writing about my new puppy because I didn’t think I would have a life lesson to relay from a puppy this soon. Plus I vowed that I wouldn’t turn into one of those weird dog people that only talk about their dogs.