Some things don't change... ;)

I've discovered that somethings don't change:
1) Remember how I'm "that one laugh" in the movie theater? Or the non-movie theater? I discovered that I am also "that one laugh" in Methodist Churches during charity concerts featuring "Italian" tenors with ridiculous mustaches singing "You Are My Sunshine". I'm beginning to question whether I should be let out in public at all.
2) Nebraska is one of the stickiest states that I've ever dealt with. I was doing okay with my running regiment until I entered the state that requires a de-humidifier in order to breath while participating in physical activity. Oh yes. They make them. There were two of them with the 11 fans in my 3 bedroom apartment the day it flooded.
3) Hugs from Mama B NEVER get old.
4) Piggybacking the sticky comment above, my hair doesn't know how to deal with humidity. Strangely enough I think it likes to be straight in Nebraska and curly in Utah. I don't know how it works either. Makes no sense to me.
5) I've been wearing the same running shoes for 3 years and you'd never know it to look at them. They still look brand new...unless you look at the bottom. The soles are wearing off.

I guess one thing can change. I witnessed my father sing "You Raise Me Up" at the benefit concert. That is ONE thing that I never would have expected. Ever.

And...the jury is still out. I have a severe "dislike" for anything Bronte. I have many friends who have a passionate "like" for JANE EYRE(the epitome of my previously mentioned dislike). I've decided to read it again and give it a fair chance...I'm trying. Really I am.