"Dance the Night Away"

I am a closet dancer. It's 2:57 in the morning, and I just finished dancing to the first six songs on the second disc of The Essential Elvis Presley. I don't like to dance in public unless it is with someone, but when God is my only audience I like dancing very much. My style is typically interpretive dance, but with Elvis songs it varies. I am not a good dancer, but I have been told I have good rhythm. Dancing is not only fun but also a good source of exercise. It makes me feel good afterward. So the next time you're up around 3:00 A.M., just think I may be up dancing to "Viva Las Vegas."

What's Up

School is over, students have moved out of the dorms, and MBU staff is getting half-days off on Fridays. However, I'm still living in the dorms, preparing for a couple summer classes, and not working at all on Fridays.

My roommate Katie moved out this past Friday after staying for track. I must say that she had about three times the possessions I have in the room, so when she left the room became almost empty. Sounds echo now in the room.

Since I carried over my items from the apartment to the dorm, most of them are black, white, or red--that was the color scheme of my room in the apartment. I have a black comforter, black basket, black trash can, black TV, white microwave, black frame encompassing a black and white photo of Elvis, and a black poster of The Phantom of the Opera that I got at the Fox. My splash of color: a red Busch Stadium pennant. With the exception of a few items and what is in my drawers and closet, that is all I have in my room.

Besides adjusting the the "new" room, I've had to adjust to the ghost town atmosphere. Especially down Dink Marler and at the dorms, there just isn't many people around! My social life primarily consists of coworkers and office neighbors at work. I like them though, so I'm cool with that. :)

Anyway, since the letting out of school I've been living a much quieter and solitary life. It makes me look forward to going home on the weekends much more. As a side note, I've noticed that I appreciate and enjoy my parents more than usual these past three weeks.

That's all for now.

My Little Keepsake

I have an emotional attachment to My Little Golden Book About God. If you're not familiar, it is one of many small, hardcover books by Little Golden Books. Little Golden Books started in 1942, when the average cost of one of its books was 25 cents. Now the average cost is $2.99--still an excellent bargain. Its books are among the most popular children's books of all time. Rachel and I had two or three of these books growing up. In fact, we still have them. They're in my closet at home. My Little Golden Book About God by author and illustrator Eloise Wilkin is one of them. I remember the back cover and maybe the last page or two are missing. It is not special to me because my mom used to read it to me at night or because I stared at the pictures obsessively. It is special to me because it's sweet, and it takes me back to simple, pleasant times. I adore the front cover's illustration. The little girl has blonde hair just like Rachel and me. Little Golden Books teaches values; it's important to instill values while a child is young. I was reading about Little Golden Books on its web site and looking at all their books. I've decided I want to read Little Golden Books stories to my children.

Photo from Little Golden Books