a Beautiful, Wise, and seasoned blog reader* gave me advice and suggested that i should shorten my blogs. and i completely agree**. the only problem is that i don't really know how. i've got too much floating around in this noggin' of mine to be concise and to the point. so, i've decided on a compromise. i'll give you a heads up when a really long blog is coming. and, i'll give you a shortened version by bolding*** the parts that sum up the blog so you can get the summary by reading just the bold parts. don't feel bad about skimming: i'm encouraging you. heck, i'm even enabling you.
so…heads up, dear reader.
i'm hopped up on caffeine and feeling inspired, sitting in a coffee shop with some guy singing and playing his guitar. his repertoire includes 'waltzing matilda' and 'my girl'. welcome to the perfect environment for blog writing.
storytime…
once upon a time, i was being a diligent little office worker and was breezing through my task list. on my list of people to call was a girl named betty something****. now betty something wanted to go on a trip and her inquiry was tasked to me. it was a routine call, which usually results in me leaving a message. however, when i dialed betty something, two things happened: 1. i noticed that the area code was from new mexico (my mother land) and 2. betty something actually answered. the conversation began like every routine call and was about to end like every routine call, but then i asked a question that was out of the norm. the conversation went a little something like this…
[act 1, scene 1]
[setting: me is sitting in a quaint, corner cubicle. she is longingly gazing out the window, twirling her mousy, brown, curly hair that is in desperate need of a trim, and biting on a cheap pen she bought in africa that only writes half of the time. she has both bare feet propped up on the desk in a completely unprofessional manner.]
me: hey, quick question before i let you go. i noticed that you have a new mexico area code. are you in new mexico?
betty something: no, i'm not, but i'm from new mexico.
me: where are you from?
betty something: albuquerque.
me: gnarly!***** i'm from las cruces.
betty something: oh, i went to college in las cruces! i played soccer for new mexico state.
(silence followed by a crashing noise created by me falling backwards in her chair and onto the floor)
me: BETTY?!
betty something: CRISTIANNA?!?!
[end scene]
yes, betty something and i played soccer together in the fall season of 2009! i didn't recognize her name because she found herself a sweet little husband and, thus, a new last name. we had a beautiful conversation and, using her personal info from our database, set another date to catch up with each other.
(no, this isn't betty something but it's the same team. confidentiality, remember?)
coincidence? i think not
Coincidence******? i most definitely think so.
the end.
(actually, it's just the beginning)
much Love.
*shout out: i truly appreciate your Wisdom, Wise blog reader…and your delectable dishes! i hope to cook just like you when i grow up…
**check out my long blogs about the past four months in africa: http://ohafricahowilovethee.wordpress.com/
***not a real word, i know.
****name has been changed to protect the innocent. actually, it's been changed because i don't know if i'm allowed to release this kind of information and i don't want to get in trouble with my boss.
*****okay, i really didn't say, 'gnarly'. just trying to spice it up.
******Divine Appointment
