Just like the days of my youth, playing games in the middle of the street right in front of the house, I hear myself yell out "Game on!" after a car drives by and we can resume our play ( Read more... )

The worst day ever 18-mile bike ride was, well, definately NOT the worst day ever. The clouds took a break, allowing a shower free ride. The donuts were sweet and yummy. The drummers at the starting line pumped up the soul just right. The chai, graham cracker, fruit stop was good. We met up with Kristina and her new beau, along with Katie and her ( Read more... )

Things to write home about...

1. Old wooden batik printing blocks
2. Old turkish bread kneading bowls filled with mahjong tiles
3. Terra cotta pots filled with green manicured grass
4. Chinese paper lanterns
5. Christmas lights up year-round

I'm not sure what it is. The weather? The impending holiday? The sense of failure from this stupid diet? The sense of lonliness without my best friend nearby? The impending loss of "freedom" with my last A&P class next term ( Read more... )

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FINE = f'd up, insecure, nuerotic, and emotional. Yup. I go through waves of feeling FINE. Perfectly FINE.

And then I go through waves of accomplishment. Yesterdays ride recap....

Signed up for a 26-mile loop through MIPL (meetin.org). The host got ill and cancelled the ride until I stepped up to the plate and offered to co-host, aka lead, the ride ( Read more... )

Portland to Coast as a wild experience. 12 people. 2 vans. Countless laughs. Aching muscles. 2 hours of sleep. And another goal to cross of my list. I ended up walking a 14 minute mile instead of my projected 18 minute mile. And I am soo ready to start running. My next goal is to run Hood to Coast down the road some day. And to get to that point I ( Read more... )

The other morning, sitting in the middle of JM's living room, stretching in an attempt to regain the flexibility in my hips and legs Moana comes over to help me. She out how to open up my hips and release tension. She then starts with acupressure on my legs. My feet. My hands. My arms. Explaining how each point does certain things. An amazing ( Read more... )

I arrived back from Cannon Beach early this afternoon. I was beat, like a first time mother, and dove into my familiar bed after 4 nights in an outstanding hotel and took a much needed nap ( Read more... )

Side Note:
Using a melon baller to carve out servings of cantaloupe isn't as fun as Martha Stewart says it is. You end up wasting all this great melon and end up with psuedo-spherical peices that yearn to be perfect spheres, but just can't cut the mustard.

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I'm a little tired this morning and I didn't get in my morning commute call with Joy ( Read more... )