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33 – the year of promise (i hope)


I’ve spun around the sun another 365.25 blessed days, and something about this number feels magical. Feels important. Feels like I probably should be doing more than shacking up at my parents, funemployed, with dogs for best friends. But I'm... Continue Reading →

Tried a Little Tinderness . . .


"YAAAAAY MY FAVORITE DAY EVER - February 14th!!! I wish this day was 36 hours long!!!!" said no single girl in the history of American Valentine's Day. Which I looked up. This day was started a while ago. It sucked... Continue Reading →

YAYarea Summer 2016 – the basic updates


I am back in California! woooo baby yeah. I won't be coming home for another year, so I am going ALL OUT. I've been to a Giants game, I've drank salsa from the jar, I made a White House cookie... Continue Reading →

RinR: highlights and hijackings


Oh man. This week. Highlights include: Rick Rolling Leana at her last chapel - I called her up on the mic, asking staff to come so we could maybe lay a hand on her and pray for her new journey,... Continue Reading →

RinR: fruit fails, lizards friends, Olympic games


I'm trying to be more healthy with Lent. Last week I bought radishes and like three things I thought were cilantro (and weren't). But the biggest fail . . . well . . . I have a lot of fruit allergies, but... Continue Reading →

RinR: Back to Reality


I am in the last 24 hours of my current vacation. It has been 53 days since I have worked. Isn't that obnoxious?! It's also lovely. Really, truly lovely. In that time, I've flown home to the States, had a... Continue Reading →

RinYAYarea: different kinds of home


We've all been held hostage by group text messages; I'm currently being updated on my aunt's availability to return something to Chico's with my grandma after her volunteer service at the library. But I kind of like the pain of... Continue Reading →

RinR: thoughts and things


What do you call an old snowman?         Water. Why did Santa's little helper feel sad?           He had low elf esteem. I've got a thing on the side. Yeah. That's right. A... Continue Reading →

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