coffee-water

saturday.
i grabbed my keys and headed to the bucks
[my first time in quite some time there]
honestly, just needed to get out of the house
because the cleaning lady was there
and i felt guilty for just sitting on my rear
drinking my mom's coffee-water
[she makes the weakest coffee possible.
so much so, that i call it coffee-water.]
while the cleaning lady works diligently
scrubbing my dirty bathroom that i,
apparently, cannot clean myself.

with no plans until five that evening,
i grabbed my keys and headed out the door,
wondering to myself what i would do with the day.
i had a few errands to run,
but they would certainly not take up the 7 hours
that i had to spare.
pulled up to starbucks and standing in line,
my sister-to-be sends me a message via text
to join her for lunch.
couldn't be more perfect timing.
i knew lunch would somehow turn into shopping
[and it did]
and then i could run my few errands,
grab a quick shower,
and scoot off to the bachelorette party
of all bachelorette parties.

all of this running through my brain
while my current obsession,
school of seven bells,
is singing in my radio.
the weather is perfect--sunny and cold.
i've got the whole day ahead of me.
life is good.
Lovers in Japan pops up
and i hit the open road.
i've talked about this before,
but when this happened,
i was so completely content with my life.
it was a good day.

life has brought me many smiles lately.

the victorian woman

thrown into the competition,
but not wanting to compete.
an image of victorian women continually popping
into my mind.
large bustles, tightly curled hair, and umbrellas with lace.
not caring the least bit for anything
but that.

foolishness appeared.

my anticipated ugliest
was rather the most lovely.
expectations violently switched.

however, perceptions changed.

the dreamer

i haven't been writing here very much lately...
don't worry, i'm not on a writing hiatus or anything.
actually, probably the opposite.
i find myself writing more than ever.
just in different places.
and about different things.

however,
when it is truly me,
i find myself always going back to the condition
of the human heart.
how we work.
how we are wired.
what makes us go.
why we do what we do.
my mind is always thinking of those things.

sleep is the only time i am away from my thoughts.
and even then, dreams occupy.
i want to be _____ and _______ and _____.
and it's because i'm like _____ and i do _____ and
i'm good at _______.


thank goodness for dreams.

monday morning bits

hello all,

it's monday morning.
i'm sick.
thanksgiving is in t-minus 3 days. [praise]
thought i'd give some monday morning bits:

just heard about this band. downloaded album immediately.
our video now has over 96,000 views.
[rumors of an ice cream social at 100k are about.]
i find myself quoting this video uncontrollably.
i gotta say, my boss knows his stuff.
seth godin perfectly describes what i've been experiencing
all too much lately.
how convenient: thanksgiving.com
a clean conscious makes a soft pillow.

that is all.
i've run out of kleenex at my desk.
DISASTER!

a chair in the sky

this is so perfect:

levels

sometimes in life, i feel overwhelmed.

i often think of life as levels, like in a video game,
or a card game of some sort.
and you conquer one level,
then move on to the next,
conquer that one, move on, etc.
and the levels are like building blocks.
they build upon each other.

i'll have these moments every now and then,
where i find myself trying to be on level 15,
but then i remember i haven't even conquered
level 3...
and i feel somewhat discouraged.
i think "how will i ever get to level 15?"
and then i feel like i'm going back to the drawing board.

trying to be content with level 3...

wintery girl

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost.