The Question Meme (via my bro, via tgic, via steph ( Read more... )

For the last month, I thought about two things -- a job change and my wedding. Self-centered, aren't I ( Read more... )

There were about one billion moments from the past two weeks that I'd like to remember forever. I have a terrible memory though, so undoubtedly at least several million of them have already slipped out of mind. But there are a few things worth putting down on paper (well, cyber paper) for safe keeping ( Read more... )

I couldn't have asked for a better birthday, a more beautiful night, a sweeter proposal, a more stunning ring, or a better man. They all reached and than exceeded my expectations, and now, I feel like I'm bubbling over with joy, on the verge of tears at breakfast when I read the paper and see an article about a couple celebrating their 80th wedding ( Read more... )

( Cause I ain't no holla back giiiirl. Actually, I'll holla back if you need me to. Holla! See? )

I can't wait for this vacation. It will be good to get away from computer screens and other things -- like the TV -- that have a hold on me here. Honestly, it's sad how little I can get done in my apartment because of constant distractions from mindless television shows and internet searchings ( Read more... )

Nothing like having an entire open weekend ahead of you. My problem in these situations is always the same. I can never decide how to use my time. I have chores to do and errands to run. I wouldn't mind a manicure or a shopping trip to pick up a few (cheap) things for my vacation next week. I need to run and swim (T-minus five days until Bikini ( Read more... )

Sorry I disappeared. The NBA playoffs took over my life for about three weeks, and two weeks ago, I ran my third triathlon. All that writing, running, swimming and biking left little time for anything else. Take, for instance, the disgusting pile of clothing in my room. The pile's as tall as my bed and and about as wide as it, too. Every day, I put ( Read more... )

I try not to think too much about anything these days. Does that make me a bad person or just a typical American ( Read more... )

You know what's sad? I slept at a Marriott on Wednesday night and realized how much my own bed at home sucks. I still sleep on the same bed I've had since... well, high school? I don't know how long it's been. The mattress is at least 10 years old, though, and lately, I lay down and toss and turn trying to get comfortable. It's no good. My arm can' ( Read more... )