here we go...

well, i guess it's official. i'm a blogger.

never in a million years did i think this could happen to me. why? well, as great as this whole internet communication thing is for some people, it is a burden to me. email is a necessary evil to get things done in offices and yahoo groups. i finally joined facebook last year to the request of my friends (and then the 540 others who followed...), and i tweet to keep up with people i don't know and sprinkles cupcake's latest dallas giveaway. i would rather get together with people and sit face-to-face and have a conversation; see their smile, read their body language, hear their laugh. emotions all lost in email and 40 word postings.

phones are just as bad. i think of myself as the last human being under the age of 35 that actually uses her cell phone to make phone calls. yesterday, i added unlimited text messaging to my cell plan, not because i'm sending so many texts, but because i'm receiving them. from YOU. ones like "hi" and "K" and "sounds good!" i promise i love you, but please don't send me another emoticon that i have to pay 35 cents for. well, i guess you can now, two cell phone bills of $140 later...

but enough about that- you didn't read this blog to hear me rant. i'm here now, and happy to be sharing my thoughts with you. so, what do you think of my blog name? pretty catchy, huh? any guesses on what it stands for? Tennessee? nope. my passion for running that i've slacked on for the past 3 months since it got cold? (translation; cold to kristin = 60 degrees F) nope. more like this: i heard a sermon this summer on Jesus' parable of the prodigal son. ah, prodigal. guy after my own heart. runs off to do his own thing, to then run back into the arms of "dad" when he realizes life is better with him. i can hear him now, rehearsing his famous speech: "father, i have sinned against yo... no, that won't work; *clears throat* Father, i have sinned against heaven and against you.. (yeah...) hire me out to be..." you get the point. the speech is repeated again and again as the son makes his way along the path that leads to the father's house. the landscape changes around him as he repeats the speech and anxiously anticipates the response of the father. his heart races and mind cannot contain all he has to say as he rises over the last hill home. and the Father sees him as he's waiting for him on the porch.

and we all know the rest. i think of myself as that prodigal on a number of occasions. and i've crossed a lot of last hills home. Jesus has waited on that porch for me everytime. i just love the imagery, and i can envision the silhouette of both men against the landscape. one, poor postured, soul searching, nervously fretting the return of what awaits him on the other side of that hill. the other...

when i heard this tagline at first, i thought it would be a great name for a band. well, none of my friends are musical enough to start a band, it's 5 months later, and i'm using it. copywright's in the mail.

so that's me in a blogging nutshell. let the adventure begin! couple of ground rules:

1. my stream of consciousness changes more often than sarah palin's wardrobe. be prepared.
2. the lower case letter use is intentional. if i get to have my own blog, and you choose to read it, do not judge my choice of syntac. start your own blog. love you.
3. i'll update no less than once per week... ok, i'll try to update no less than once per week.
4. there will be no tiger woods jokes posted here. if you like them, take 'em somewhere else, i'm sick of them.