I'm getting weddinated. Marinated?

Married, I guess.

Tomorrow.

That is all. :)

My friend Wren told me about myself via this meme, so I'm fulfilling my contractual obligation.

If you comment on this post:

1. I’ll respond with something random about you
2. I’ll challenge you to try something
3. I’ll pick a color that I associate with you
4. I’ll tell you something I like about you
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you

Say I were to enter some photos in a contest... which ones should I choose? If you have any ideas, either leave a description of the photo you have in mind in the comments below, or peruse my photolog.

There are lots of categories for entry, so the topic doesn't matter much.

It's a balmy evening in Texas, humid and quiet without even a hint of breeze, under a waxing gibbous moon. It's a perfect evening for a barbecue, for stargazing, or for cold drinks with friends. It's strange to remember that it was only three weeks ago, exactly three weeks ago as I write this, that I was shivering on a chilly hill country evening ( Read more... )

It's one thing to look forward to something when you have no idea exactly what to expect.

It's quite another to look forward to something when you know precisely what you're waiting for.

August is too far away.

I've been adding onto my Impractical Life Plan -- the one where I retire at 30 and go gallivanting about. In a whimsical and impractical sense, my amended plan is looking pretty doable, though it's still very much in the early planning stages.

More to come, I suppose.

Truth be told, it was a few days before I knew it for sure.

In the weeks leading up to that evening, I'd alternated between overplanning and underplanning, but going to Enchanted Rock for an evening of camping and stargazing remained tentatively on the agenda, even while I was sick. And so it was that after an afternoon of chatting with the ( Read more... )

I had a better week than I'd even hoped. It was good. Stuff is good. Thanks for your good thoughts. (If you don't understand the meaning of this paragraph, please ignore.)

The carriage has turned back into a pumpkin, I'm sorry to say. It's back to the grind tomorrow, and it's really really quiet here now.

I've been sick off and on lately ( Read more... )

In memory of Marlys (1990-2005), I offer two cat stories.

1) Ani.Ani Banani has a sink fetish. She loves sitting in the bathroom sink, and she loves drinking water from the sink faucet. There is so much love in her little tortoiseshell heart for the bathroom sink that I didn't think she could find room for more sink love, but... I was wrong ( Read more... )