Epitaph of a Blog

In the past week, I have explored caverns in Texas, read the wonderful book The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, and played with my granddaughter. My mind continues to spin with things I plan to write about.

But, alas, all good things must come to an end.

I have written on this little piece of cyberspace for nearly three years ... and I have decided to retire this blog.

I am--without a doubt-- in the biggest soul-searching era of my life. Posting certain thoughts on this blog has helped me navigate this position, but I feel as though my blog has lost its purpose (if it ever really had one), and my job prevents me from wanting to look at a computer after normal working hours. I need to read more books, watch more movies, and ponder my next steps.

I do have two new potential blogs I'm contemplating, but I won't start one until I'm certain the timing is right.

I will one day sit down with a good cup of coffee and read through my years of posting. I'll delete some things and will let the rest remain as an archive of sorts for my family. I'll continue to read some of my favorite blogs, but I probably won't post comments.

Many of my friends are trying to get me to create a Facebook profile. No, thank you. I just want to fly under the radar and keep my thoughts (and opinions) to myself.

Thanks for stopping by. If you have a lot of time on our hands and want to read through nearly thirty-six months of blog posts, be my guest. I don't have that kind of time, but I will give this blog one more lookover some time soon.

Thank you for joining me on this adventure. If and when I begin a new blog, I'll post a notice here.

My best to all of you,
Amy

Three Things I Learned Over the Weekend ...

We learn something new everyday ... right?

Over the weekend, I learned three new things. Actually, these are things I already knew, but hey were just confirmed in big ways.

Lesson #1: I have reached the point in my life where I honestly don't care how I look sometimes in a public place (emphasis on sometimes).

Take Saturday, for example. I got an overdue massage, grabbed a hummus wrap as I left the health center, and ate it on my way to Target. Arriving at Target, I realized I wore no makeup, was a greasy mess (from the various massage oils), and had carrots and some green veggies wedged between my front teeth. I did the best I could with my fingernails, but they don't work like dental floss or a toothbrush.

"Oh, well," I said out loud to no one and headed in the store, where I did, indeed, see people I know.

Oh, well, indeed.

Lesson #2: Teens can be both smart and stupid.

Case in point: I addressed a Facebook issue with Rhett regarding some photos featuring him and his buddies (all friends since elementary school) surrounded by various types of alcohol. I launched into one of my speeches about how I know teens are going to drink, but to please not abuse alcohol and please don't get in the car with anyone who has been drinking. Then I lectured him about potential employers seeing such photos.

"Oh, sorry, that some stuffy shirt CEO might see me. Who cares? I don't want some stifling executive job anyway."

Yes, that's a 3.9 GPA student speaking.

Lesson #3: God is embarrassed by children who talk during church services. I repeat: God is embarrassed by children who talk during church services.

So said the lady coming out of mass ahead of me yesterday. She was babbling on and on to a much older woman about how "God must be so embarrassed when children talk during church. You know he is!"

Let's face it: Children get bored at church. I see many parents feeding their kids goldfish or allowing them to color in coloring books to stay quiet.

I even leaned over to my son a few times during mass and mentioned some completely random things, but I also sincerely prayed, sang, and took Communion with a humble and grateful heart. Did I embarrass God?

My guess is that He understood those children ... and me, too.

The things we learn ...