how to break in to your own house

Here are some random occurrences of the day:

making about 40 or some odd pancakes.....

Locking myself out of the house for the second time this week even though this week is the only time in the last 6 months that I have managed this.....

Steps to break in to your own apartment after grocery shopping and realizing that your keys are still residing in your house. your locked house. :

-make sure to lock yourself out of the house a couple days in advance so that you get time to practice the technique of climbing through windows....

-also make sure you are wearing a dress for the practice round so that you feel really spoiled when it happens for real and you're fortunate enough to have pants on that time around.

-use the window on the front porch the first time. hey, you have to take baby steps... you get an easy to reach window the first time.

-After round one, if you want a real challenge make sure the only window available to climb through is one that is about 5 feet off the ground.

-make sure your bag of groceries is secure on the ground.

-hit the screen just right, so as to knock the operating window fan onto the floor (out of your way)

-scout out a possible route to climb up the flat brick wall that is preventing you with reuniting with your apartment bedroom window.

-climb up previously mentioned route (in this case, some pipes, a window sill around the corner and a post sticking out of the ground nearby) and pretend you are spiderman for a couple minutes as you climb around the side of the house to the break-in window.

-push the top part of the window down all the way, grin sheepishly at the people in the backyard, who are watching you...apparently curious and amused, whom you've never met, and laugh, and say you locked yourself out.....

-climb through the top part of the window, and shimmy inside.

-grab your keys, go back outside for the groceries, and smile your triumphant smile to curious backyard onlookers.

trust me, these tips will come in handy someday, just you wait.

anyway, back to the random occurrences:

drive out in the country in connecticut (yes, there's actually some country here!!) and not hit anyone. : )

get some lovely peaceful rain.

walk up a large hill/rock/thing (too small for a mountain) with great company.

decide that you will someday take a bike trip through the british isles, run a bed and breakfast, scheme up book/project ideas, and be fairies together in some random medieval festival (fairies with wings) (this was olivia's idea, actually, not mine! hah!)

write a list of schemes and see how many actually get accomplished, (hey at least you'll never run out of good ideas)

watch ALF .....

realize that I have had an amazingly peaceful day off, that God has been walking the whole way through with me, that it was so fun. that there was no pretentiousness in the people
I spent the day with, or the things we did. And that feels good in a city that's so concerned with being pretentious.

I could go for days like these more often.