Not that today was stupid "to" me, but I was really stupid myself.

First day of psych class, but got there two hours early because all my other sections have been at that time.  Left my nice Michael Kors jacket at the library by accident, went all over searching for it...  Then left it AGAIN in the lobby while I was waiting for class to start, and didn't even realize I didn't have it until I passed by on my way out.

Leaving things behind (especially in other peoples' cars) is my absolute worst habit.

Turns out my psych class is a video class.  Not even online lectures, but all I'll have to do is watch a DVD (probably like those ones in high school) and take an in-person test once a month......  Why does this cost the same as a regular class?  At least that's less commute time.

On my drive today, I saw all these grandparents picking up their grandkids from the bus stop.  There was the cutest grandpa with a big white beard riding a bicycle, pulling a little boy in a bright yellow wagon from behind.  Wish I could have snapped a picture!

When life is bombarding you with everything at once that means that God wants to change you, so you'd better sit up and listen.  This May, I graduated college and was still shedding the dream and lifestyle that was Emory University.  In that place, you're pampered so much and grow so much as a person (if you do it right), but that also tempts you to forget why you were there in the first place (if you do it wrong.)  Almost exactly a week after leaving the city that had become a third home, my family received news that my uncle - the one who had just seen me walk across the stage - was in a coma.

(This is a rather long post, just so you know.  It's a big summary of a lot of big things.)

Dear future you, whoever you are, please take note of these useful facts.  I hate:

- Rotten/mouldy food

- Oompa loompas (vintage and newer ones alike)

- Suspension bridges.  They look super awesome and all, but if you take me to one, I will kill you if I ever manage to catch you at the other end.  Or... maybe if you promise to hold my hand as we cross, you could help me get over my fear.

Today, my parents told me that our neighbor's daughter had recently gotten married and added, "Her parents must be so happy.  Our time for that hasn't come yet."

Lately, I feel like I've had to be a lot more of the parent, and it's been very annoying because it's not my 'role.'  But in that moment, I realized that I'm going to need to learn to love to serve in mundane times - among many other character flaws I need to check - if I'm going to be a good wife to someone.  So I'm thankful for the practice if it'll give me a better footing.  And I hope my parents will see that happy day with me... eventually.