Old Potato Road.

i created a simple blog to keep track of the odd happenings in this unconventional life of mine. Old Potato Road is my favorite road in between Austin and my hometown of Bryan, Texas. at a point in my life when i was figuring out what the hell i was going to do and who the hell i wanted to be i'd pass Old Potato Road and laugh out loud. it reminds me to honor and seek those simple moments that give breath to our crazy lives.

even today, when i drive by after my mom, dad or courtney has graciously scooped me up from the austin airport i anticipate passing Old Potato Road. it reminds me of finding joy in the simple moments of our lives. the sort of simple joy that creates reprieve from the dust of everyday life we sometimes can't shake.

i offer no wisdom. just sharing my life. things that make me laugh. things that make me cry. things that make me, well, me.
KISSY FACE. Jared Fuson and I were inseparable in college.  We could make anything fun.  Seriously.  Anything.  We’d ride our bikes to campus each day but along the way we’d play bicycle tag which resulted in me on my side on some surface with my bike on top of me.  Not once did I ever win.  Damn those strong thighs he has! The two of us were both Communication Majors at Texas A&M and purposely made sure we had a lot of classes together.  We’d always plant ourselves in seats on day 1 and then make sure we claimed those seats for the rest of the semester.  One class we took was Rhetoric of Western Thought taught by the incredible Dr. Rigsby.  For this particular class Jared and our other 3 guys friends all made claim to the front row with the 2 of us being next to each other.   Playfulness is one of the best attributes in the world.  Jared and I both have an abundance of this particular trait.  I’m not sure what sparked it but we’d sit on the front row in a class of 300 and pretend to almost kiss each class.  In the middle of the lecture he’d lean in and we’d be so close we could feel each others breath then right when the magical moment would happen we’d turn our heads and casually go back to taking notes. What was brilliant about this endeavor was that by the end of the semester we could hear people around us mutter things like:  ”come on already!”, “dammit!”, “GAH!!” and things of the sort.  I can’t even image what they would have done if we’d locked lips.  A resounding gong perhaps.  

KISSY FACE.

Jared Fuson and I were inseparable in college.  We could make anything fun.  Seriously.  Anything.  We’d ride our bikes to campus each day but along the way we’d play bicycle tag which resulted in me on my side on some surface with my bike on top of me.  Not once did I ever win.  Damn those strong thighs he has!

The two of us were both Communication Majors at Texas A&M and purposely made sure we had a lot of classes together.  We’d always plant ourselves in seats on day 1 and then make sure we claimed those seats for the rest of the semester.  One class we took was Rhetoric of Western Thought taught by the incredible Dr. Rigsby.  For this particular class Jared and our other 3 guys friends all made claim to the front row with the 2 of us being next to each other.  

Playfulness is one of the best attributes in the world.  Jared and I both have an abundance of this particular trait.  I’m not sure what sparked it but we’d sit on the front row in a class of 300 and pretend to almost kiss each class.  In the middle of the lecture he’d lean in and we’d be so close we could feel each others breath then right when the magical moment would happen we’d turn our heads and casually go back to taking notes.

What was brilliant about this endeavor was that by the end of the semester we could hear people around us mutter things like:  ”come on already!”, “dammit!”, “GAH!!” and things of the sort.  I can’t even image what they would have done if we’d locked lips.  A resounding gong perhaps.  

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