The crisp cool fall air sneaks through the cracked door, I slip into a big comfy sweatshirt and my slippers, calling Maverick back inside. Our weekend was slow and fast all at once (like this life tends to be these days). The kids played in the leaves, inevitably scattering them back across the yard. Other than that, we mostly just snuggled inside with our sick little girl, and currently Adam has taken the children so I can edit some pictures. Speaking of, I better get to that.
12 Disciples for Every Rich Young Ruler
Being a Working Mother Means Always Having to Say You're Sorry
Living More with Less
Things for my Stuff
Why Poor People's Decisions Make Perfect Sense
*(for sure read that last one)
Book wise, I finished Jesus Freak: Feeding Healing Raising the Dead (recommended by my soul sister/twin separated at birth Shannan). I loved it y'all.
I also read The Silver Star, and I'm currently reading The Circle (currently terrifying me a little bit, it's a little too realistic).
On Thursday night, Adam and I (and a few friends) went to see Catching Fire. We went to the 10:30pm show, which means we rolled back home at about 2am. The experience taught me three important lessons.
1. I love The Hunger Games and cant stop thinking about the movie, and my friends Peeta and Katniss.
2. I need this, and Katniss is my hero. Also, I would never ever ever survive the Hunger Games.
3. 10:30pm is entirely too late to start a movie. I am no longer a teenager, and I'm pretty sure I still haven't caught up on my sleep.