I miss not going to work! I had a wonderful breakfast with friends at Lazy Jane's. It's nice to just sit down and eat for hours without noticing the passing of time ( Read more... )

I am often silent. Some may confuse it for stupidity or nonchalance. But, often times it's me unable to untangle the multiple ideas and emotions going on inside. I mention this because I talked to the Little Chunkster in my life. Andy turned 10 this past Saturday. I've been very concerned about him. There has been a lot of changes in his life this ( Read more... )

Well... I ran, jogged, walked, and crawled around Lake Monona today! But, I did it. It took me about 3 and half hours to do it. I spent too much time looking and asking for water fountains. That's what I get for not planning it and just going at it in the spur of the moment. But, I freakin' did it! In a year's time I was able to get into the ( Read more... )

A couple of years ago my sister, Elsa, dated a guy who worked at Union Pacific. He had a fascination with trains: he worked for a train company and in his garage kept a huge sized model train village. The train village was the sized of the garage and had mountains, lakes, and course a little town. Wanting to spend more quality time with Abel, the ( Read more... )

Hello, perezhilton! *kiss-kiss* npr.org, it's been too long. nytimes and latimes, how could I have gone without you for this long?! gofugyourself, precious to my heart. Facebook, it's the start of a beautiful friendship. Pictures of KS carrying some of the weight I've lost, priceless. Just the motivation I needed! I'm horrible for thinking it (and ( Read more... )

Perhaps, I exaggerate about poverty and hunger. But, it's hard and discouraging to see paychecks divided up into payments months ahead and knowing that it'd be a while before I can do something nice for myself. I'm a good girl: I work hard, pay my bills, and send money back home to the folks when I can (and when I can't).  But there was something ( Read more... )

It's been a rough week! My cervical biopsy on Tuesday was nasty, painful, surreal.

The actual procedure is call a "colposcopy." The doctor looks into my womanly insides and looks out for abnormal cell growth that may cause trouble. The name, though, "col-pos-sco-py" is deceitful. It sounds like some music instrument I would have played in ( Read more... )

Cooking has never been my specialty. It freaks the hell out of me. I really don't know how to do it. My parents never really taught me how to cook and I never really built up the curiosity to learn. Meals were simply something I never really worried about. I would come from school or work and dinner was ready. College came with paid meal plans and ( Read more... )

The restless nights are beginning again. They began a few days before I went to L.A., I slept as well as I could when I was home, and, now back in Madison, I can't seem to fall asleep. My body is fatigued but my mind is racing. I close my eyes and expect for slumber's darkness to slide over me, but instead bursts of ideas for the future, images of ( Read more... )

Not too long ago, a friend gave an interesting lecture to her students. It was all about how we are visible objects. People can see us. Our instructors can see us text-messaging in class, talking, or participating in any other disruptive and disrespectful behavior in class. I share this because the concept of being a "visible object" is interesting ( Read more... )