I am of two minds. I walk around like this, with my two minds, and it's okay ( Read more... )

I am so little compared to such a big thing as this. The love radiating from everywhere, exploding from everywhere, hitting me and hitting us, is not scary. I stand humbled in the presence of so many friends and such support and I wonder how I can possibly be a deserving recipient of such kindness. The baby, I feel, does deserve it but even for ( Read more... )

It's funny how much energy I spend outlining plans in my head. I'm like an artist, sketching before I commit with paints and color. Then time passes and the color starts to fill in and at the end of a week where everything went exactly as planned, I feel proud and satisfied but tired. It reminds me of when I fly somewhere, I use all my energy to ( Read more... )

Wonderful night. To remember:

A long-ago planned Tequila Girls' Night out. I almost called in sick, I almost didn't drive across town, I almost didn't put on lipstick and heels. Almost. But I made myself go, since I'd initiated the whole things, and I'm so glad I did. We met at South Congress Cafe for appetizers and wine and delicious entree ( Read more... )

I'm reading the new Einstein biography. It's difficult reading because I've never taken a physics class. It's also difficult reading because it makes me feel so utterly inadequate. He was incredible and the rest of us probably aren't, happily lost in the daily grind, rarely thinking outside the box ( Read more... )

Texas rocks.
And I mean that with complete sincerity.
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Greece pictures here.
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It seems like the past week has been hard for everyone. I've come home to find my friends and family struggling in various ways and it makes me so sad. Here's hopin' the rain clears soon and good times abound.

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I'm so tired I hurt. Ali says our 'socialization muscles' are out of shape, that with time and more late night bar hoppings we'd be able to hang with the best of them. Currently, though, we are not able to hang. We both look beaten and say things that aren't what we mean and aren't even sensical. We're tripping over our own feet, staring off into ( Read more... )

My feet hurt. The heels I wore to the Masquerade were high, and I was tall in them and wobbly. Michele was in heels, too, and Chris in blue patent leather loafers. We ate and chatted and left early, walking in the rain ( Read more... )

This morning I woke up late and got out of bed to grab a cup of coffee. Ali woke up and grabbed my hand:
"Do you still love me?" he asked
"Of course."
"Even after last night?"
"Uh, what happened last night?"
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Last night we went to dinner at Chuy's with old friends. Tukong friends, drinking friends. Afterward we smooshed into Ali's car and ( Read more... )