Everybody enjoying your VD?
No, that joke never ceases to be funny to me. I don't think that it ever will, so just get the heck over it.
Long time, no speak, MySpace, although I have thought about writing to you quite frequently because I do actually have things to say.
For instance, yeah, ya'll are probably right. I'm putting in for Chicago... as, incedentally, is a dear friend of mine (moving to Chicago, that is), which will make this move all the more pleasant and interesting. I feel the need to be somewhere diverse... perhaps I won't stick out like a sore thumb (dudes, we have GOT to think up a better metaphor for that one. come on, now.). I feel the need for excessive things to do, a large Baha'i community, proximity to the Baha'i House of Worship in Wilmette, a drastically different demographic, and a place that requires the purchase of a very heavy coat... no, actually I made that last one up, but I am trying, people.
In other news, I have added another disturbing group of people who find me attractive-- 43-year-old truck drivers. Thrilling, you say? Indeed. I LOVE speaking to a fellow human being in a well-lit public place, only to be asked, "Do you want to make out?" Okay, FIRST of all, NO. Secondly, HELL NO. Thirdly, who begins a make-out session in such a fashion?! I've never had one, mind you, but I would like to think that the majority of them start with something other than, "Do you want to make out?" So, I asked the guy, "What did you think I was going to say?", and he says, "Well, I hoped you say...uh... 'Yeah, sure.'" Do I look like the kind of girl that would respond to that question with anything other than a resounding "HELL NO!"? If so, please tell me so that I can round-house kick you to the face. Despite the obvious misrepresentative nature of a my oh-so-untouchably-hot current picture, I just don't get so many of those kinds of opportunities, and, secretly, *whispers* I am a little wounded that this encounter was the most love life I have had in the last... well, more than a year now. *sigh*
... but let's not dwell. Let's take the opportunity to look at the other kinds of love I HAVE had this year.
I have loved my parents. I have gotten to know both of them so much better this year, and that is a marvelous thing.
I have continued (and will continue) to love my sisters with the vehemence of 20 mama bears.
I have loved my closest-of-the-close OH SO MUCH. In a day-to-day in which I cover as much of myself as possible, they have never let me get away with hiding. They take such good care of me. The trust I feel in these relationships is inspiring. You know who you are. Please know that you honor me with your love.
I have also loved my adopted big brother from work, for whom I thank God daily, usually hourly on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
I have fallen completely in love with the most adorable Lua Grace, daughter of Libby and Riaz, who is now 14 months old, and for whose most recent picture I check www.truthfulness.net for at least 5-7 times per day (I am in no way exaggerating).
I have loved being a Baha'i this year. It's an interesting thing for a person who has struggled with finding a prayerful spirit in the darkness of herself for as long as she can remember to feel such peace in prayer. Something inside has settled...
I have loved 2 (count them, TWO!!) pairs of jeans with my whole self. I have loved my $20 Target jersey sheets, and I have loved my jean jacket.
... oh, and I loved the temperature today (55, baby!), and, until creepy truck driver guy, I loved the time I spent walking and singing (yes, out loud) to myself in the park with the waterfall.
All in all, it reminds me of today's favorite StoryPeople:
"She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short."
Long time, no speak, MySpace, although I have thought about writing to you quite frequently because I do actually have things to say.
For instance, yeah, ya'll are probably right. I'm putting in for Chicago... as, incedentally, is a dear friend of mine (moving to Chicago, that is), which will make this move all the more pleasant and interesting. I feel the need to be somewhere diverse... perhaps I won't stick out like a sore thumb (dudes, we have GOT to think up a better metaphor for that one. come on, now.). I feel the need for excessive things to do, a large Baha'i community, proximity to the Baha'i House of Worship in Wilmette, a drastically different demographic, and a place that requires the purchase of a very heavy coat... no, actually I made that last one up, but I am trying, people.
In other news, I have added another disturbing group of people who find me attractive-- 43-year-old truck drivers. Thrilling, you say? Indeed. I LOVE speaking to a fellow human being in a well-lit public place, only to be asked, "Do you want to make out?" Okay, FIRST of all, NO. Secondly, HELL NO. Thirdly, who begins a make-out session in such a fashion?! I've never had one, mind you, but I would like to think that the majority of them start with something other than, "Do you want to make out?" So, I asked the guy, "What did you think I was going to say?", and he says, "Well, I hoped you say...uh... 'Yeah, sure.'" Do I look like the kind of girl that would respond to that question with anything other than a resounding "HELL NO!"? If so, please tell me so that I can round-house kick you to the face. Despite the obvious misrepresentative nature of a my oh-so-untouchably-hot current picture, I just don't get so many of those kinds of opportunities, and, secretly, *whispers* I am a little wounded that this encounter was the most love life I have had in the last... well, more than a year now. *sigh*
... but let's not dwell. Let's take the opportunity to look at the other kinds of love I HAVE had this year.
I have loved my parents. I have gotten to know both of them so much better this year, and that is a marvelous thing.
I have continued (and will continue) to love my sisters with the vehemence of 20 mama bears.
I have loved my closest-of-the-close OH SO MUCH. In a day-to-day in which I cover as much of myself as possible, they have never let me get away with hiding. They take such good care of me. The trust I feel in these relationships is inspiring. You know who you are. Please know that you honor me with your love.
I have also loved my adopted big brother from work, for whom I thank God daily, usually hourly on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
I have fallen completely in love with the most adorable Lua Grace, daughter of Libby and Riaz, who is now 14 months old, and for whose most recent picture I check www.truthfulness.net for at least 5-7 times per day (I am in no way exaggerating).
I have loved being a Baha'i this year. It's an interesting thing for a person who has struggled with finding a prayerful spirit in the darkness of herself for as long as she can remember to feel such peace in prayer. Something inside has settled...
I have loved 2 (count them, TWO!!) pairs of jeans with my whole self. I have loved my $20 Target jersey sheets, and I have loved my jean jacket.
... oh, and I loved the temperature today (55, baby!), and, until creepy truck driver guy, I loved the time I spent walking and singing (yes, out loud) to myself in the park with the waterfall.
All in all, it reminds me of today's favorite StoryPeople:
"She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short."