Since it was such an ugly night last night, I stopped by the movie store and grabbed some at-home entertainment. (For those of you not in the Dallas area, weather turned cold and rainy yesterday...yuck.) Ended up renting Rat Race because a coworker was talking about it. Hilarious movie. If you're into chase/race movies (kinda like Cannonball Run), this is definitely worth renting. Of course, I spent almost as much time watching the dvd extras as I did the movie. It is very quickly becoming time for me to invest in a tv and dvd player for my room. *mock horror*
The weekend is quickly creeping up on me.
Fulfilled my sushi desires with Josh last night. We had a great spread at Deep Sushi. Though I wouldn't recommend the "Best Rolls"... they don't live up to their name. After dinner we walked down to the Green Room hoping to sit on the roof top porch and enjoy a drink. Too bad it was still covered in plastic for cold weather. Since the bar downstairs was too crowded, we split. On a whim I dragged Josh to Reunion Tower. Of course that was after he did mad circles in the parking lot which alerted the security guard's attention. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.
Antares, the rotating lounge in Reunion Tower, isn't anything special; but it's totally worth the view. I enjoyed seeing the city from a completely new perspective. From so high up, it's quite beautiful. Even on an overcast night.
Got to hear first hand stories of Josh's trip to Pitcairn which was fascinating after reading the stories he wrote. I've been thinking a lot about living on an island recently but this one doesn't sound like the right one for me. Oh, and if you want to see a really cute picture of Josh when he was younger, I would recommend it. (Josh, aren't you glad I didn't post it?)
When Josh dropped me off at my car, way past my bedtime, he presented the much acclaimed The Strokes cd. He assured me I wouldn't like it, but he's wrong.
Need to get up and drive to work. But I'm not quite ready. Still have to get myself a little more mentally prepared. You never know what to expect though. I'm just hoping that everyone in my department is at work. Last week we had numerous people out with sickness or at some sort of training. Makes those of us left in the office work harder. I'm sure this week will be better...it has to be better.
I'm horribly sore this morning from all the demolition work this weekend. Then last night I did yoga with Karen and it only increased the pain. I suppose in some ways it feels good (yes, Jeremy, you're right). But I just wish it would subside faster.
The Overcoat
See the silly things we talk about at the Lucci house.
Thanks for the link, Karen.
Worked on the Lucci House yesterday. Slave driver / landlord / dad is making me do more today. Check out LucciHouse for the most recent pics. Demolition is always fun, but I'm more sore than I've been in a long time.
Mom cooked an awesome Italian sausage dinner for us and I laid on their couch afterwards. We watched "Dr. No" on TV. I'm so spoiled at their house. Last night I got two servings of desert! It was all I could do to muster up enough strength to drive home afterwards. Hard work makes you sleep wonderfully, doesn't it?
Though I did dream of sushi.
He said before leaning over and putting his lips on mine. For the half a second before he reached me, I hesitated. My stomach did that flip flop thing. I almost backed away.
Then his lips touched mine, and I gave in. Whatever I was afraid of was gone. Nothing mattered because it felt right. It was right because he cares for me.
Kisses should be like that more often.
Went out last night and did something I don't usually do. I went to a live music show. Was invited by Sean since his band was playing. It was definitely different than most of my Friday nights. Went to Deep Ellum, did the stop in at a couple bars where friends work. Then made it down to the club. Sean's band was playing when I got there so I only caught half. It can be annoying to stand in a crowd watching a band when you're my height. But I finally found a corner with a view.
The music didn't do much for me. I got into it more as time went on but as far as touching my soul, making me want to groove, it didn't. This was to be expected. I know what I like...and it's usually electronic. The sound has to be fairly clean and ordered. Music tastes probably have something to do with the reflection of the person. But honestly, I don't spend too much time thinking about it. Music has never been something I obsess over.
What I really enjoyed last night was watching and meeting people. Of course, people are my hobby. They fascinate me. I spent quite a bit of time listening to a couple in near-matching leather jackets with spikes and "Samhaim" patches. It was great to hear all about their retail jobs. Apparently he's doing inventory tonight. She wore a red latex dress (which looked surprisingly good) and a wedding ring. They seemed happy. Later I saw them playing video games together.
I got to talk with the guitarist or bassist from the "out of town" band. He was smiling at me from across the room so I figured I'd indulge. John lives in Memphis, works as a cook, and plays in a band. He's lived all over the US so I guessed he was in his late 20's. He is only 23. They are going to Austin today; I hope they have a safe trip. Oh yeah, and John is a boxer. His arms showed it. What a strange thing to be. Too bad there wasn't more time and a quieter place to hear his life story.
Talked with Sean about computer stuff. Got teased for being an email junkie. I'm not that bad - I don't have it on my cell phone. Yet. He has two live journal "friends" who met because of him and now they live together. I can think of a lot worse ways to meet someone. He pointed out the woman he had been dating most recently. She was beautiful. But I agreed with him, she needed a little more work on her hair. I learned he's not into boots on women. I met his "doctor" friend, whom I had heard about. He wore a skinny tie and a red shirt. Sean doesn't want a woman unless she can discuss the ideologies of the Rolling Stones between 1968 and 1972. Hey, at least he knows what he wants.
Sean introduced me to Kyle who played with the last band. I think I liked them the best due to a couple slower songs and the addition of a violinist and sax player. I had noticed Kyle earlier in the evening. It was his attractive, non-rock star appearance that caught my eye. Sean said good things about him - "soulful" and "gentle." Kyle was slightly nervous but maybe that's just his personality. I'm drawn to people who are uncomfortable in social situations. I guess they make me feel like I'm in control. We talked for a little while before it got late. The bouncer was kicking people out or asking us to go to the bar. It was late enough for me to chose home over the bar. Afterall, I had already been up 21 hours straight.
"Sometimes you can fall into the flow, and the people that are just everywhere become less like an obstacle course, and more an extension of your own movement."
- Kate Marshall
"my email is not working AGAIN... please help before i do something crazy."
- Kristen, of lucci house fame, in an email
As someone so kindly pointed out, I didn't write more yesterday when I said I would. I guess I never fully woke up. Actually, I did. But I was just too damn busy at work to write. I tried writing on my lunch break but nothing good came out. I kept stumbling over words. That's not like me. Work has been so busy lately and I'm still adjusting to my long days. I get home and don't want to do anything. I don't mind working like this but I miss my dog. Luckily tommorrow is the last day of the week and I have a three day weekend to relax. Maybe I'll write more then...if I even remember what I was thinking about.
I just want to stay in bed with a book. I want to pick up around the house. I want to go through all the paper on my desk and actually uncover the desktop. I want to lay around and pet my dog. This could be just general laziness or from lack of sleep. Probably just burned out at the moment. Thank goodness it's Wednesday.
Stayed up too late last night because Journalism Josh met me for dinner. He was such a gentleman and came all the way to Irving instead of making me come to Dallas. We had Asian food at Empress of China. Josh was cool enough to share a Flaming Volcano with me. Since I didn't make it to the tiki bar in Austin this weekend, I needed my tiki fix. There's nothing quite like sharing a bowl of alcohol with another person.
Had a great evening. I finally got to hear Josh's life story. It's so fascinating to hear where someone came from. I've been amazed to see how far I've come in only 20-something years. So it's equally exciting to hear about it other's live as well. Thinking a lot about time and change and experience. More to come when I'm fully awake.
Got up this morning to find a copy of Chris Isaac's "Speak of the Devil" slid under my door. Talk about immediate gratification. So I've been enjoying it all day. My sister rocks!
"The email I got just before yours was subject: "About your adult site." I had no idea anyone knew."
- Journalism Josh
I couldn't find Tiger in his usual spots just now. It never occured to look for him in bed. He put himself to bed! Poor thing must be as worn out from the weekend as I am. And he even got to sleep in the car on the way back!
I'm happy to be home but only because I'm tired. Jon kept me up too late last night...not that I'm complaining. The weekend was fabulous. I got to see good friends and spend lots of time with my best friend, Autumn. She's moving to El Paso next month, and I wanted to see her while she's still only a 3 hour drive away. Speaking of which, I've got to check flights to El Paso. She wants me to drive out there with her if I can fly back inexpensively.
So I didn't leave for Austin until Saturday because Friday night I got to see Adam and Grace. They came up from Houston to visit family. So we went to Expo Lounge late Friday night for drinks. Normally I enjoy that bar a lot but the dj was just a bit too loud that night. And it seemed that a lot of people gave off a weird vibe. There were a few really drunk people floating around which was uncomfortable. Then this completely naked guy (I don't think he even had shoes or socks on!) ran out, took a photo and ran off. It was definitely surreal. But it was good to see Adam and Grace who are just glowing when they're around each other. It's awesome to see a couple so happy.
I woke up earlier than expected Saturday morning, got the oil changed in my car, packed up stuff for me and Tiger, and headed down to Austin. Autumn and I took advantage of the gorgeous weather as soon as I got in town and went to Zilker Park with the dogs. Just as we were finishing up our walk, this woman approached us with a photo. The story was very disjointed because she was upset, but what we gathered was she was hunting down her 13 year old daughter who ran away. Poor woman. Cindy met at us at home where we hung out until dinner time. Then Autumn and I met Gil and Max for dinner. It has been so long since I ate out on a Saturday night, that I forgot waiting an hour or more for a table is normal. But I had a great time catching up with Gil who I never see enough.
Sunday was the shopping adventure of all shopping adventures. Well, not really...I just found some good deals and had a great time. I think the coolest thing I got was a new pen. But the sandals are pretty great too. Later we stopped by Stacia's house to pick up some photos. It was nice to see her and catch up. Cindy came over again and we took the dogs to yet another park. (I can't remember the name of it but it's the one where Eyeore's Birthday is held.) Tiger was so happy and well-behaved this weekend. He's gotten so much better about traveling with me. I'm so glad. Sunday night, Autumn, Cindy, and I cooked dinner before I went over to Jon's house. Since Jon just got his first computer, we played around with that. Then we stayed up way too late reminiscing about our friendship over the past 3 or 4 years. It's amazing how fast the time goes.
Today Autumn and I had our traditional breakfast at Einstein's Bagels. Then we stopped by Gil's bakery and chatted with him mom. We also took home enough focaccia to feed a small army...not that I'm complaining - they make the best in the world. We then spent the rest of the morning, going through Autumn's photos and re-organizing them. She had taken all of her photo albums to Stacia's apartment early last week. Then a few days later due to the neighbors not putting out a cigarette, the wall separating the apartments caught on fire. Luckily no one was hurt, but Stacia lost two couches and some of Autumn's photos. Unfortunately the neighbors lost everything. So Autumn and I had to go through all her albums letting pictures dry and wiping off the ashes. Thankfully she only lost a dozen photos or so. But it sure makes me think about my collection. I don't know what I would do if I were to lose them all. They simply can't be replaced.
Going through the photos today was awesome. We laughed and reminisced about all the years we've been friends. Autumn and I met in the dorm our freshman year. That was 1995. We've been best friends ever since. I'm the luckiest person in the world to have a woman like Autumn in my life and to have had a friendship like ours for 6 1/2 years. It's comforting to know that no matter how far apart we are (Dallas to El Paso), we'll always be close. I had such a great weekend because I got to spend it with my best friend.
And I think everytime I come back from Autumn's house I find myself wanting a new Chris Issac cd. This time it's "Speak of the Devil."
I'm going to Austin for the weekend. I love my new schedule.
Ironically I talked to a head hunter today. All this job stuff in one day. He was very nice and said that if I knew anyone else looking for a job he'd be interested in seeing their resume. He said he mostly handles technical support type jobs and that they tend to be very specialized. Again, let me know if you want more info.
or know someone who does?
We're hiring another person in my department. If you're interested in details, let me know.

Posters distributed by our government have always interested me, because I grew up thinking only the Nazi's spread propaganda. I was in high school before I learned that our government does it too. And of course at the time I was fascinated.
This Library of Congress page that Mena found, reminded me of a trip to DC as a high school student. There was an exhibit of WWII posters that grabbed my attention because of the blatant messages behind them. So today I was excited to see the link and laugh at some of the ridiculous posters. We're really not this dumb, right?
I don't know what got into me last year but I think I was lonely. Besides my sisters both had them and I wanted to fit in. I weighed the pros and cons. I was afraid to give up my freedom for another. I didn't want to be woken up in the middle of the night. But I did want unconditional love. So I decided to get a dog.
So I read and read and read. I happen to be very logical about some things and I decided to be logical about getting a dog. There are certain kinds of dogs that go better with certain kinds of people. I wanted to find the one that would fit into my life so we'd both be comfortable. I finally came to the decision that a Greyhound was right for me. I guess it was the size that drew me in. Or maybe it was just that they had been "working" dogs most of their lives. And they had sweet demeanors. But mostly it was size. Napolean's syndrome I suppose.
I read everything I could get my hands on about Greyhounds. I looked into groups that help with adoption of them. I learned so much about Greyhound racing and the dogs lives when they race. I studied all the things they have to adjust to when adopted. I was prepared. So I filled out the paperwork and made an appointment to meet a dog.
No amount of preparation can really prepare you. I got to the pet store where Greyhounds Unlimited was doing a "Meet and Greet." There were so many dogs. But I knew which one I was looking at. He wore a red bandana to stand out from the crowd. His name was Thumper.
His foster mom told me all about him as I cooed over his beautiful coat. He was nervous and distracted. The parrot in the cage particularly interested him. Good thing it was behind glass. She assured me that once I got him alone he opened up and had a great personality. I think he and I were both too scared to show our true selves. So I finished the paperwork, wrote a check, listened to all the great dog care advice, had his toenails clipped, picked out a leash and collar, bought some food, treats, etc, and struggled out to my car. He was scared and pulled really hard on the leash. I wondered what a little girl like me was doing with such a huge dog. But we eventually got into the car and headed home.
The first couple of months were full of new things. He was so very shy at first. He got a new name (since he didn't know the one he previously had). He was dubbed Tiger for his beautiful coat. He learned where to sleep and where to play and that I didn't like it when he dug holes in the backyard. He learned how to get over his fear of going up and down stairs. I learned that he is very sensitive and loves to have his belly rubbed. We went to training classes together; where he learned to sit and lay down and sort of to heel. Though he never did get "stay".
Eventually, just as his foster mom said, he opened up. We started to notice him wag his tail more. He would jump excitedly when I got home. He loved our afternoon walks. Though he'd almost pull me over when went after squirrels. He loved treats and would do anything for them. Most of all he is happy and comfortable. He's become such a big part of our family and I can't really imagine not having him. Tiger brings so much happiness (even when he chews up plane tickets and drags my underwear into the living room). I can't believe it's been a year. What a good year it's been.
Today has been so busy I could hardly think. But lunch with a co-worker was a perfect break. Now I'm in the office practically alone. Ahh, the peace and quiet. I have plenty to do still but I wanted a break. Breathe
I'm listening to Tears for Fears, my favorite band ever. So good for the soul. I'm happy and optimistic. Life feels good today. I hope you feel the same way. And if you don't, it's ok...just know that someday you will. It's good to be alive.
Something new to look at
It was a good weekend. Quick trip to Florida to see my grandmother. She's not doing too well. Lung cancer.
I've got a lot running around in my head right now. But I'm feeling like keeping it all locked up for the time being. It's so hard to lay it all bare. I don't think I have enough guts to be bare right now. Being alone in my head is a good place to be.
Going to Florida for the weekend.
I kept wanting to say it but never found an opening in the conversation.
I enjoyed talking. A certain amount of discomfort as one expects when meeting a perfect stranger. But I liked talking. I liked listening. I liked how you nervously (or maybe it was just absent-mindedly) played with your lapel.
I liked how you just got up and left. No weirdness in another engagement. Besides, I need to sleep.

Egosurfing - scanning the Net looking for references to one's own name
"You can't live in the good times forever, but hope is alive in the fact that you get a new day of possibilities."
- Summer Star
It's days like today that I love living in Texas during the winter. It's absolutely gorgeous outside. I ate lunch in my car simply because I enjoyed the breeze and the sunlight.
The sky has been amazingly clear recently. Just last night while Kristen and I were out walking the dogs, we discussed how bright the stars were. Then today it was so clear the sunlight burned my eyes. I actually pulled out sunglasses for the first time in months. When I came back in the office my boss commented on my eyes...something about being Dotson like. I think it was just my pupils being all out of wack.
On days like today, it was impossible to teach school. Just as I don't want to be in the office, my students didn't want to be in class. But the intensity was times 10. I always felt guilty keeping them inside, so we usually ended up scrapping the pre-planned lesson and going outside to draw. Teaching art was flexible like that. No one ever got much drawing done but that wasn't what it was about. It was about living and enjoying life. I wish corporate America would allow "drawing days" sometimes.
"You're the first person who put it in my head that commitment might not be all we think it is," he said at lunch today.
We were talking about relationships.
Of course.
He asked me if I was more afraid of commitment or being hurt. I hesitated. "Aren't you the one who's cheated on every boyfriend you've ever had?" he teased. No, I'm not. Close, but not all. He said he was more afraid of commitment. Afraid of giving up the little things that made him him. He didn't want someone telling him to pick his clothes up off the floor. Me neither for that matter. He said marriage is the ultimate commitment. What if you make a mistake and pick the wrong person? You're not supposed to get out of that commitment. I assured him that by the time you're ready to get married it's clear that it's the right person. (Or so I'm told.) Then all those things don't seem so scary or important.
But in the meantime both of us will remain as uncommitted as possible.
Hourglass mode - waiting in limbo for some expected action to take place. refers to the hourglass icon used in Microsoft Windows.
"I was held up at the post office because the clerk was stuck in hourglass mode."
Heard an interesting news clip on the radio yesterday and today about a case going to the Supreme Court regarding land in the Lake Tahoe area. The jest of the story is due to environmental concerns, California and Nevada with Congress's approval, put a 3 year moratorium (or hold) on any building developments near the lake. Pollution had gotten so bad so quickly that the clarity of Lake Tahoe was at risk. If you've never seen Lake Tahoe, you need to. It's incredibly beautiful. Not only is it huge and surrounded by some incredible mountains. It's super clear and deep. I have to admit I wanted to jump right in when I saw it. The only thing that held me back was the temp...it's hypothermia inducing for sure.
Back to the story - landowners were upset that they couldn't do anything with their land for three years while the scientists researched what the best way to preserve the area would be. Then after the environmental laws went through, some people still couldn't build on their land. Of course they were upset they couldn't make money so they sued the government. Listen to a better version of the story.
This story fascinated me because people actually have the balls in this day and age to say that money should come before the environment. I am of the opinion that things that are temporary in our lives (like money) don't matter a whole lot. Far more important to me is the earth and preserving beautiful things that would be impossible to replace. But maybe I'm the only one who feels that way. And maybe I wouldn't feel that way if I was already rich and only wanted to be richer. Maybe but hopefully not. I hope that regardless what I do in life I am still able to keep a good perspective on the world.
I'm just glad these people didn't win their case. At least someone else thinks the environment is a pretty darn good reason to make laws.

"I am just the ministry of kooky ideas."
- Dave
It was a nice weekend to start the new year off.
Friday night, Jeremy and Skye came over for dinner. I cooked for Jeremy and I while Skye took no time in finding and sharing Tiger's food. As is usual on Friday, I was exhausted. Jeremy was a sweetheart and didn't stay too long. I got in bed as soon as he left.
Saturday morning I slept later than expected (considering I got in bed at 10pm!) and woke up to Mom and Dad making breakfast. I swear I'm so spoiled. We worked on the house the rest of the day. Finished up the hallways...they're glaring white now which is a big improvement.
Saturday night met Scotty at Elm Street Bar. Scotty just got back from a couple months in Colorado so I wanted to welcome him back. I showed up late and was concerned he'd be frustrated with me. But to my surprise he wasn't there. So I waited. And waited. And waited. About an hour after we were supposed to meet, Cliff, my friend from high school / bartender, asked me how long was too long to wait. Definitely an hour is too long but I hadn't finished my drink and was having fun catching up with Cliff. About 10 minutes later, Scotty called the bar apologizing for being so late. His excuse was priceless. He was "still on Colorado time."
Sunday was slow and lazy. I got back into bed after being up for only a few hours. Eventually I got motivated enough to shower and start my day. Karen, Kristen, and I finally did a big shopping trip together. We've been low on food for quite sometime and decided it was time for a Sam's adventure. A ton of money and a few laughs later, we had a freezer and pantry full of food.
Now I'm back at work which isn't the most exciting thing but such is life. My boss sent out for Chinese lunch and then presented our new schedules. I'm so thrilled to be working a 4 day, 10 hour work week...which means a 3 day weekend!!! Life is good.
Dreamt about church again this morning. It started out me going door to door asking for money for a mission trip. I was younger than I am now. I was with Josh Bailey, a friend from junior high. The only house I went to ended up being my old hairdresser. Her house was immaculate. The weird part was she had two beds in the living room. Oh, and she offered me a golf car to drive around. Later I ended up at church. I was talking to a woman in a flamenco dress as I ate cookies off the table in the back. We went to get seats and I couldn't sit with my family. The whole back row was filled. Some guy had a suitcase opened in the aisle. I think he was looking for a miniscule cell phone.
I believe that dreams are the flushing of all the junk out of our brains. And for the most part, I can trace back why certain things were in my dreams. For example, I dreamt about beds in the living room because Jeremy and I had a conversation about beds Friday night. I dreamt about cookies because we have a ton in the house and I must have been hungry. I dreamt about my hairdresser because someone asked me last night if I had gotten my haircut. (No, but I need to.) I dreamt the woman was in a flamenco dress because I saw a photo on the internet of women dancing flamenco. They were all wearing incredible dresses. The golf cart was thrown in because Kristen told me some of her friends wrecked a golf cart. The small cell phone related back to Journalism Josh saying he got a new one and it was so small he was afraid he'd lose it. Church probably came up because it's Sunday (and I have some deep guilt about not going which would please my parents).
Oh yeah, I had another dream about being in college again. Brad Knipstein was there. Wow, I haven't thought about him in years. Of course he looked the same in my dream as he did in 8th grade.
The moon is exactly in half tonight. It's turned so it looks like a cup. Good enough to drink out of!
Happy 1 year birthday, Stuff and Stuff.
Jargon
Salmon day - when you spend the whole day swimming upstream only to get screwed in the end
Woke up this morning to Mom and Dad cooking breakfast. They came over to work on the house and I guess they decided to spoil us at the same time. We just finished eating and are about to start on the house. It's overcast and dreary outside. A perfect day to stay indoors and paint. Yeah for waking up relatively early on a Saturday and being productive!
Sunrise
The sky this morning on the way to work was incredible. There was a rainbow coming up from the horizon. Where the earth meets the sky, it was a blue-gray. Then the red started. It fed into orange, yellow, green, blue, and then purple. The majority of sky was blue with streaks of purple clouds. The yellow and green parts were the hardest to see but if you looked close, you could pick them out.
While looking at such a gorgeous color display, I thought about the earth rotating so that the side I'm on will eventually face the sun. Since the earth is round, the light curves which is why it was a different color at the horizon than it was directly over my head. The mental picture of light going through a prism and splitting into a rainbow came to mind. I wondered if knowing how the colors of the sunrise happen takes away from the beauty of it. I wonder why we as humans have been so intent to "figure things out."
Somehow, I think I'd be happier looking at the sunrise and not knowing how or why it happens. To be able to look at the world in a childlike view is something I've never valued before.
Quote of the Day
"When I was young I used to click my teeth together at each electrical pole on long car trips. It was a dull, pointless game that I played in my head---something to pass the time alone in the backseat."
- Rotronix
Tempest in a Teapot
Congrats, Karen, on your very own domain!
Ok, so you know what I want? I want a little app that can save every site address that I've been to for a week. Because I can't remember all of them. It's hard to retrace your steps on the internet. Especially when you're like me and get easily distracted by a link on someone else's site. All too often I get distracted and forget to bookmark the original site. I just start clicking away. So I want a program that will remember for me. And if it saved dates and times as well, that would be great.
Haikus of the News
I think that this is my new favorite blog.
I got to spend time with an old, old friend last night. It's amazing how fast the years go. And yet people still slip into your life when you least expect it.
I was on my way home from work last night and got a call from Tommy. He wanted to tell me that Aaron and Andy were in town for the night. Aaron got on the phone and I was just in shock. Aaron was in Arlington. What was he doing in Arlington? He and Andy moved to New York City about two years ago and though we've kept up through email and the occasional call, I didn't expect him in Texas.
So we all got together, caught up on each other's lives. We had dinner; after which, Aaron came to my house and hung out for awhile. We looked at old pictures and caught up on old people we used to know. We reminisced about meeting at the end of my freshman year in college. We were at a club and something just drew me to him. Or maybe it was him to me. I can remember ending up sitting in What-a-burger talking later that night. That was 1996. Throughout the years we drifted between being close friends then just fringe on each other's lives. But the amazing part is we've remained friends. Last night we just picked up right where we were and connected. I wonder how I never saw it before, but I think there's a good chance Aaron is a soul mate of mine. Our friendship is like that.
After spending only a few hours together (which could never be enough time for friends who haven't seen each other in 2+ years), we departed each other's company. He'll be on his way back to NY today. But I'm left with the memory and good feelings of having connected again after so long. I can't quit smiling this morning. People make this life for me, and it's experiences like last night that fulfill me.
Quote of the Day
I feel like a little butter strecthed across too much bread."
- Dave
It's Mazie's Birthday!
Send her a card.
I'm going to. And if I'm really feeling ornery, I'm going to include the story about the first time I met her grandson, Josh. And I might also add that I'm the one who gave him his current nickname, Journalism Josh.
It's snowing!
Leia has it exactly right.
Hello 2002
It's a beautiful day. I was afraid I was going to wake up to sleet and snow and bitter weather. I'm pleasantly surprised to find it cold but quite bearable. Last night's festivities were very chill as I had planned. So here's to the new year which is apon us. Thank god for for every new moment!