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Birthday: 6/3/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: laughing, eating (yum!), travel, long walks, good friends and good times
Expertise: You name it, I'm an expert.
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10/13/2004
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| I'm home after two weeks out and about and it feels so great to be here. I have half of my suitcase unpacked and the only reason I stopped was because I got a phone call. It might be good enough reason to give it a break for tonight; the rest of the stuff needs to be hung in the closet and that's just too much at this point in the day.
Facebook friending is a funny thing. I normally don't ask people to be my friend, mostly because people seem to find me. Last night, I looked up a friend of mine I had just spent some time with over the past few weeks who I see only once a year on my "fall tours." She had told me she didn't know how to find people on Facebook so I took care of it. You know how they have the list of "people you may know" on the side of the page, well, there were a couple of people I recognized from Exeter, one of which that was named Sarah Hernandez. One of my best friends in high school was Sarah Hernandez and so when I saw her name, I was surprised first of all that she was on Facebook but secondofly that she hadn't asked to be my friend. Just as I requested her Facebook friendship I noticed that the small profile picture had a blonde bride in a church... My Sarah Hernandez is a brunette and was married outdoors, I was at the wedding... And in the same moment I realized, Sarah wouldn't have used her maiden name for her profile. Whoops! In one of my rare Facebook friend requests, I had requested the wrong person. And now that we're friends, I still have no idea who she is but she is from Exeter and we share some of the same friends. Joke's on me.
I read The Alchemist in Spanish last week and I really enjoyed it. I've wanted to read that book for a long time but had been told a while ago that you should read it in Spanish and I never worked up the courage to do it...until now. I finished it, not without struggle, but I did and I got the jist of it and it was a beautiful story. I started re-reading it just to make sure I did get it and so far so good. Maybe I should read it in English before I say I really got it but I probably won't.
Home is where the heart is. I'm discovering that my heart has spots around the country but right now, it's mostly in Indiana, in case you haven't noticed.
Oh, and London called again...and I answered. | | |
| Today it was 85 and sunny in Anderson, not a cloud in the sky. I spent a few hours outside soaking it in, it was glorious. I had imagined that fall would feel much different here, while the leaves are changing and the nights are so cool, it surely doesn't fee like fall during the day, or it hasn't the last few days. Today it was about 20 degrees warmer here than it was in Exeter, on the inside, that makes my heart smile.
I am so excited to start my west coast (not-quite-on-the-coast) tour. I get to spend a few days in Seattle with my favorite little sister, hang out with a couple of friends and some family, then head to Boise, hang out with family, head to Vegas, hang out with the hotel pool and some family, head to Phoenix and (maybe) hang out with a new friend and at least by the pool...and work. I'm taking recommendations for places to eat that are delicious and unusual. Anyone?
I'm also planning to hit up a couple of capital buildings like I did on my tour of Colorado and Wyoming. I have to let my nerdery thrive when I can.
I need to clean my house. I've been pretty lazy all day, I can't complain. I hope you have a great week.
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| There are moments in life where I feel absolutely foolish...and I didn't see it coming. Oh, life's lesson's can be so humbling. I feel like I'm learning so much right now about myself and about life. It's awful and good at the same time and I can't wait for it to be over. Is there ever a time in life when it stops? Like when things just come together and make sense? I'm waiting for that, I'm praying for that. I can see where it has happened for me in the past so I know it's possible, it just seems to be lingering now as an impossibility. Help.
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| I only started painting my fingernails a few years ago because I never liked the way my nails looked with polish on them. Now, if they are short, like they are currently, sometimes I'll paint them. The problem is, no matter how long I sit, patiently waiting with fingers sprawled for them to dry, inevitably they will get ruined or at least messed up in some way. It never fails! I'm beginning to think these fingernails weren't cut out for fingernail polish, just au natural. I usually keep them painted regardless of how perfect they look, which isn't perfect at all, and let the polish run it's full course on the nails.
I started reading the book 'Tis by Frank McCourt on my way out to California a couple weeks ago and I'm nearly done with it. I have only a few chapters left but I keep putting them off because I'm not ready for the story to end. I really like how he's not fluffy with his story even though it's broken my heart several times. Because it's a memoir and I'm nearing the end of it, I'm afraid I won't like where it ends. He's just walked out on his wife and daughter never to come back; with only a few chapters left I don't know that I'll get the redemption I'm looking for. So, while I've put off finishing that book, I've filled free time getting to know the ladies of "Sex & the City." Sometimes I really enjoy it and sometimes I watch it just to get to the next episode, determined to finish the series which my sister has so generously shared with me.
I think I may have hired the wrong student assistant and I'm totally bummed about it. She's not proving to be as capable as we initially thought she would be; I don't know what to do about it. I'm not around consistently enought to see how she works day to day and neither is the other guy she works for. Heaven knows I haven't trained her as well as she needs to be, I've hardly worked with a student assistant, how can you expect me to train one?! Every time she comes in I seriously want to run and hide! It's awful.
I ordered cheese cultures online this week. That's right folks, I'm planning to make my own cheese! I hope they arrive after I get back from my tour of Wyoming and Colorado this week--I'd hate to have some perfectly good cultures just sitting on my porch with no where to go.
Good news: Turns out Frank McCourt has another memoir following this one. I guess he knows how to suck people in and buy his books because I'll probably want to read that one too. I mean, I've read the first two, why not finish it off and seeing as I'm not quite satisfied with how this story is going, it makes sense.
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