I'm baaaaaaaack....

Well, I will be. As soon as I get back from a weekend getaway!

Anyway, I’m officially restarting the blog. I wish I could quit you blogging, but the temptation is just too great. Resistance was futile. And how could I ignore the pleas crickets from my adoring public mother to pass along the endlessly fascinating details boring minutia of my daily life in the Congo? I mean, if I don’t regale you with stories of bugs, boardgames, and sweeping generalizations of small African countries, who will? It's my (humble) way of serving humanity.

In reality, I’m rejoining the blogosphere largely because I’ve been inspired by SO many of my friends’ fabulous blogs. And while I’m still a little afraid of The Man and his ideas about what I should and should not blog, I think I can stay away from work-related issues enough to be in the clear. But we’ll see.

So here I go. Again. Hopefully this time I’ll be a little more regular, a little less wordy, and a lot more entertaining. Stay tuned, and thanks in advance for coming along for the ride.

#8: I May Work In A Cubicle All Day, But...

...when I leave, sometimes I get to see something like this!

#5-7: Weekends in Washington DC

#5: My neighborhood library-- there is nothing I love more in the world than little public neighborhood libraries, and we have a great one!

#6: Radical, fearless, and sanctified? My kind of church!

#7: Shadya, my adorable 4th roommate

#4: Union Station

#3: Green Light for 29

I have a gut feeling that 29 is going to be a good year...

#2: That's Right (You're Not From Texas)

This will (hopefully) be one of the least photographically interesting pictures I post. However, what is lacks in photographic excellence, it makes up in sentimental value. Tonight I went to see Lyle Lovett at Wolf Trap with a friend from way back in the days of middle and high school. Wolf Trap is a fab DC summer tradition-- you sit WAY out on a hill where you can barely see the stage, but you can bring picnic food and wine! And it doubles as a National Park, so it's a gorgeous place to sit and relax and enjoy the summer. But aside from the classic DC-ness of the night, watching Lyle, a classic Texas favorite, made me want to be dancing at Gruene Hall on a sweaty summer night decked out in cowboy boots and sipping a Shiner. The ironic part is neither my friend nor I fit into the Texas stereotype--we both left Texas about as soon as we could and have spent our adult lives rotating between the East Coast and sub-Saharan Africa. But I guess no matter what, and no matter how cliche it is, you can take the girls out of Texas, but you can't ever fully take Texas out of the girls...

#1: I Heart My 'Hood