Dear Google Search: My Life from January to July

A brief recap through your eyes, dear Google:
AJ McMath Ft. Worth, TX: Useless search engine. How am I expected to cyber stalk the love of my life unless you give me some results! His match.com profile was a little too perfect, so I wiggled my way into a facebook friendship. More evidence of perfection. [...]

Dear (fill-in-the-blank),

Cory, Owning this jacket doesn’t mean you can pick up smoking and buy a motorcycle.  Get over it.
Dumpster Diving Dirty Santa Party, Best. Idea. Ever.  Here’s what we walked away with:
•    An ornament made of lent wrapped in a dryer sheet
•    MRE…yum
•    Crunk cup from Pottery Barn dumpster
•    Robin’s mask
•    A wet shoe
•    Broken glass
•    [...]

Encyclopedia of Summer: Volume H

HOME: the place there’s no place like
Long ago, in the land of Summer 2008, when Kohl’s still sold two-piece bathing suits that had both pieces and when blogging was still high on my To Do list, I started writing a letter to Dorothy of Oz expressing my thoughts on home.
Dear Dorothy,
Remember when you were in [...]

ENCYCLOPEDIA OF SUMMER: VOLUME A

AIRPORT: A place for planes to come and go, for awkward hello side-hugs and goodbye make-out sessions.  Where a pack of gum costs more than a gallon of gas and you can buy flowers and teddybears from a vending machine.  Where security is invaluable, wireless isn’t free, and people-watching is priceless.
It is exactly where summer [...]

To the One Percent, on the Global Day of Prayer:

99 to 1. The percentages are daunting.
But here you are–the powerful minority gathered in intercession for the lost majority.
And your 3,000 voices lifting up the nations looks like this…

Truly the most beautiful moment in all my time with you,
Amber

To EDM (Energie du Mali):

I won’t even waste sarcasm on you.  You suck.  I hate you.
For approximately 4 hours today, you did not provide the service I pay you to provide.
Should I be marking my calendar for daily power cuts?  Rearranging my meal schedules to coincide with the working hours of my refrigerator and microwave?
How about my computer?  Any [...]

To Mango Rains, on your arrival in Mali:

What am I saying? It’s not just an arrival, it’s a sweet welcome home celebration! You’re finally here! Our prodigal precipitation has returned at last! Bring robes and rings! Kill the fatted calf and let’s feast! For tonight it rained!
Far down the road we could see you coming. [...]