Wow…it’s been like a month since I updated! Frankly, I was waiting for some comments urging me to blog again. It’s just kinda nice to know someone actually reads it! Lol.

I know that lots has happened since last time, but still I’m struggling to find something to write about. I could say that the play-off game yesterday between the Colts and Steelers was great and that I’m ecstatic that Pittsburgh won, but I know none of my friends really care!! Lol.

Steve’s blog about growing up in “the manchester” has inspired me to write about growing up in Murfreesboro—Rushbrook to be more specific. (Sidenote: Why do they name subdivisions if they’re not going to put up a sign to let everyone know what that name is? Our subdivision was called Rushbrook but there was no sign anywhere that said that, so when I told someone I lived in Rushbrook no one knew what I was talking about!!) Anyway, we moved in when I was just starting high school, and it was a brand new development—no grass, no trees, and no paved roads. It took a long time for the roads to be paved, and my dad got so irritated when people drove too fast down the dirt/gravel road in front of our house. So, in an effort take matters into his own hands, he got a 4x8 piece of plywood and spray painted the words “Welcome to Dust-brook. Please slow down.” and proudly displayed this in our front yard!!! Actually, it was right in the middle of our yard and Tosha’s yard, so this was equally embarrassing for her! One time, someone didn’t obey the sign and my dad quickly pulled some tomatoes (I think from the tomato plants in the front yard) and threw them at a truck. Another time, when Tammy and Billy got married, we spray painted some more plywood and made a “Congratulations” sign to greet them when they got home. Talk about rednecks…lol. Somehow, despite all this weirdness, me and Tosha were still the cool kids in the neighborhood. Everyone always congregated at our houses. My parents would get irritated because everyday when they came home, the entire neighborhood was in their front yard. Oh  then there was the time my friends broke into a garage and stole a ladder to come get me from my window one night (I couldn’t go out the doors downstairs because my parents had an alarm system and I was trying to sneak past them!) How Rapunzel-like…but the sad thing is some poor guy never got his ladder back. And just to be clear, I did not condone their thievery!!! Then all I did once I snuck out was go eat pizza…exciting stuff huh?! I don’t know what’s happened to a lot of those people, but I really wish I could see them now so I could invite them to church with me and tell them how good God has been in my life! Maybe I’ll have that chance sometime…

Well, hopefully I’ve satisfied my reading audience now. Sorry there’s not anything more exciting to talk about. I’ll try not to wait another month to update again J