Sprinkles and Frosting

I feel lost without having written on my blog in weeks, seems more like months than weeks. This quarter is flying much faster than I had anticipated (especially now that I'm walking and can start running next week). Everyday seems to pass me by without much purpose and energy sprinkled on top. I say sprinkle because I'm thinking about the doughnuts we had at Voodoo doughnuts in Portland this past weekend. How I ordered a peach fritter, but it came with too much frosting and too many sprinkles and I exchanged it for something more edible. So many sprinkles and frosting! That's how our whole weekend was. Fun. Like sprinkles and frosting. And 3 days at that. Five of us drove to Portland and stayed with two of our bachelor friends in their rather-bachelorish-pad. We went to a basketball game, delicious Middle Eastern, Italian and Mexi-American restaurants, a warehouse-renovated-into-a-sanctuary church, shopping centers, doughnut houses, a bowling alley, coffee shops, a newly-married-couple home, Whole Foods Market, smartphone GPS, pillow fights, and gas stations, lots of gas stations and rest stops for potty breaks.

I've been reading A Million Miles In A Thousand Years by Donald Miller, a book I bought for a friend as a baptism gift. She had already read it, so she gave it back to me and told me to read it because it helped lead her to baptism, so here I am with this book. I can't put it down! One thing Miller suggests is that we will die remembering only a very small portion of our life and so I'm trying to write in a journal the things I want to remember, like this trip, the little details like sprinkles and frosting, or the SDA warehouse sanctuary with rock and roll music and coffee. 

There was a lot of antagonizing sarcasm on this trip, another detail I noted but didn't want to. Some things we need to remember so that we know how to work around and possibly dodge it in the future. Like sarcasm. I'm terrible at dodging sarcasm, terrible at dodging in general, but I still love dodgeball anyway probably because I've had practice dodging flying balls. So I write it all down. If I were in Argentina this quarter, I wouldn't have started writing these things down. I'd be making this story and losing it to a poor memory. There's so much I'd be missing out on like sprinkles and frosting.