HILL. AIR. EE. US.

Okay, 10,100? That many visitors have come and read what I've posted since August of 2008? Who the heck are all of you? I have a sneaking suspicion that about 6,000 of those are a result of multiple re-visits from my Mom, who doesn't hesitate to lightly berate me when I don't update this blog often enough. She doesn't comment much as she sits in the blogging shadows but she's always there supporting and caring about the thoughts and experiences of her oldest daughter. So thanks, Mom.

I'm sitting in my pretty new house and amidst many unpacked boxes and piles of stuff that need places that don't seem to exist at the moment. Throughout the last several days my life has been filled with sorting, organizing, consolidating, preparing, packing, unpacking, repacking, loading, unloading, cleaning, etc. etc. etc. My only company as I do all of this is Jim Dale, who reads the Harry Potter books to me through my earphones and ipod strapped to my arm. Bless J. K. Rowling all her days. Moving is such a pain but the benefits far outweigh the costs. I'll put it this way- I've realized that in this deal, the house came with the roommates... not the other way around. These four lovelies I currently live with are utterly fabulous. More details forthcoming.

For the time being, I'll share a little something that my roommate Ashely showed me today. Ohhhhhh, too true, too true.

If Guys Were Like Girls

"What's going on in her heart and how's she feeling about what's going on in her heart?"