Small group. We do what we must.

I was a little wheels off at small group...and so, this happened.

By the way...don't be fooled, packing tape on bare skin DOES hurt like hell.

There are mountains there...

Oh Lawton...

I do love going home, for the weekend. I do feel weird saying that I'm going home. I always fought Oklahoma and I've always felt more at home in Texas. Actually I've felt homeless for quite some time, but that's a completely different topic.

But I do love going to Lawton and reliving it if only in my memories as I drive by old stuff, like old elementary school (Longhorns! wha what?!), old drive-in, old football stadium, ol dirty bastard...kidding...maybe. I might have driven by him on the side of the road selling pecans, I'm just saying.

I'm always really tired when I'm there. It is as if I finally stop for a few minutes and then I just crash. Which makes me feel bad because I'm probably not very fun. My mom and niece and nephew always want to go go go and I want to sit on the couch and watch movies based on Jane Austen novels. Seriously, that's all I want to do. My mom likes to do that too but I still feel like a big couch potato let down. I feel like I let people down if I'm not entertaining all the time...problem. Then I like to go to bed early. I actually look forward to sleeping in my old room with my dog Bodi curled up at my feet. 

So I never end up doing anything really noteworthy while I'm there. And I really have nothing noteworthy to report...just updating.

Is it weird that I felt left out because I wasn't about to not experience Ike the tropical storm? I always feel left out even when I'm right in the middle of something. Third child syndrome. At least I'm aware of it. I got a lot of overplayed, ominous Twitters and was a bit sad that I wasn't there to exaggerate the experience along with the rest of my urban family. Glad you all made it through though...seriously. 

Really that's all I've got. Blog post waste.

I'm back!