The Walls of Jericho really is amazing to see and experience first hand.
Saturday I had the privilege to visit the area alongside volunteers with the Scottsboro Jackson County Rescue Squad.
I thought my neck pain Monday morning was just one of those wonderful cricks, you know, the kind you get from sleeping in the wrong position, or in my case, sleeping too long.
Saturday night, as the tune to “Thriller” echoed in my living room, the kids from church trying their best to master the dance moves on the Wii, my mom sent me a text that made me laugh out loud.
It’s been quiet on the mountain lately. My house has remained fairly clean, my laundry tucked away neat and all the dishes in the kitchen washed. Even the leaves in the backyard are starting to disappear, as I’ve worked on and off to sweep them into the yard, hoping that soon I’ll be able to close my swimming pool until Spring.
Excitement always seems to follow me around.
After a few days off to try and gather my thoughts for final thesis preparation, my defense and a quick trip to my parents, I learned that things are never calm.
I pay no attention to the strange stares I receive when vacationing. Three years after becoming an avid traveler, the desire to explore the world developing on a single trip to France, I've grown accustomed to the odd looks and whispers behind my back.
Four hours of sleep. That's all I had when the family I was staying with woke me up at 2:30 a.m. to get ready for a morning of crabbing on the Chesapeake Bay in Maryland.
It's too hot outside. This is the kind of weather Alabama experiences in mid July around my birthday. And the last time I checked, I still have four weeks left of being 23.
I'm a cat person. My parents and the mass majority of my friends are dog people. I prefer a cozy kitty to snuggle up with while reading a good book, while everyone else desires the loyal companionship of man's best friend. So when it came time for Linus to come into my life a lot of people asked me, "What? A dog?" They all know me very well. Dog's aren't my forte.
Last week I had the pleasure of meeting Scott the robot, created by the Scottsboro High School's Robotics Club. Later this semester he will be featured at the FIRST National Robotics Competition in Knoxville, Tenn.
I come from a very musically inclined family. Mom plays the piano, bringing to the instrument the sounds of Mozart, Bach and Beethoven. Dad can play anything - the piano, the saxophone, a little clarinet, the guitar, the drums. Jazz is his specialty. Me, well, I have a little bit of both parents' talent, like my mother's determination to learn a song and father's musical ear to hear the sounds and melodies as they should be, tweaking them to his liking.
I look forward to the annual church Christmas play.
As a child I would always play some small role, like an angel or the inn keeper's wife. I always wanted to be Mary and wear the blue cloth over my head as I held the baby Jesus out to the shepherds. But sadly, I wasn't gifted with a great singing voice and most of the time Mary was required to sing solo.