Sitting around with Lin, listening to music and analyzing what each song makes us think of or when it should be played. We both imagine the open road under blazing sunshine, driving with the top down and the wind in our hair to "Hey, Soul Sister" by Train. Some songs are made for cruising around at night, like "Sex On Fire" by Kings of Leon.

Last weekend was probably one of the most fantastic ones of my life ( Read more... )

Some small anecdotes about my vacation way back to keep me busy as I while away some time ( Read more... )

I just want to x-post an entry Lin wrote about our Dad from her tumblr because I'm also amazed by my father.
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my dadMy dad graduated last night ( Read more... )

Memere tells this story about her twin brother, Larry, and their brother-in-law, Freddie. Each time she kind of adds a little more to it. She always preludes with a quick anecdote about Uncle Larry, how he was just a fun guy and liked to have a good time ( Read more... )

Things in life have been picking up speedily and fantastically. It's so nice to have a feeling that the stray threads I've been grabbing at are finally coming together ( Read more... )

Mom was dressed and showered by the time I got up, but Dad was still in bed since it was his day off. When I walked by their bedroom, Mom was laying on her back across the bed resting her head on Dad's belly. They weren't saying anything, but just being there with contented looks on their faces. "Awwww," I said, "where's my camera when I need it?" ( Read more... )

We were in church last Sunday, and the recessional song was "O Come, Divine Messiah". While everyone was singing the song in English, Mom was next to me singing it in French with me chiming in where I knew the words. As we were leaving, I still had it in my head so I was singing, "Venez Divin Messie, blah blah... venez, venez, venez!" Of course, ( Read more... )

Nicole and I were talking yesterday, and somehow we got on the topic of our families. "I must know your mom," she keeps saying after I said her name, but she can't think of her. "That's funny," I reply, "because Mom asks what your last name is every time I talk about you and thinks she must know you too." We go on and within five minutes we've ( Read more... )

So, the weekend--as promised ( Read more... )