Why I don't make sense.

I was thinking about this over my dinner break for some random reason and decided there are about a million reasons I don't fit the mold. Here's an abridged list.

• My dinner break dance party playlist included: "Cowboy take me away," Dixie Chicks; "All You Get," Red Hot Valentines (indie rock? random); "Day Tripper," The Beatles.
• I've been known to wear Gap jeans... with cowboy boots.
• I'm sure of hate, but question love.
• I hardly eat sitting down in one place, but I could spend every Sunday afternoon on the couch watching baseball or football. (Ohhh, I love lazy Sundays.)
• In one day's time, I can think Todd Walker is attractive or hideous.
• I could be comfortable planning events for thousands of people, but have a hard time making simple decisions at the grocery store, like which kind of pizza to get.
• I'm an introverted extrovert and an extroverted introvert.

I guess that's all I've got for now.

Five loaves, two girls.

Yesterday, Lisa and I finally shared a wonderful lunch at our favorite place -- Pizza Hut . I love Lisa, and I love Pizza Hut. (I'd say Lisa just edges out pizza, though the two often come as a package.) We always get the same thing -- the best deal on campus: a pizza, three breadsticks and a drink for $4.64 (!!!!!!!!!). I mean, honestly, how great is that?

It was good times. Much laughter. Much gushing over Kendra and her southern man. The best part, though, was when Lisa was blessing the food and our time and stuff and, when we were done and looked up, our one box of breadsticks had multiplied to two. (Again, !!!!!!!) Our own little five loaves/two fish miracle, right there on campus.