Monthly Archives: August 2005

Happy Birthday to Spider and Mari (aka Raymond and Mary Beth)! Hi kids. So tonight I fly to Dallas after volunteering and then my mom and I are going to drive to Ft. Collins, CO. Where this morning it was … Continue reading →

Notes on yesterday’s ramblings. Over the past few months I’ve missed some events due to my living like a 60-yr-old. Donnie’s band has played, Nidal’s WHOLE FAMILY was in town for his dad’s bday, Jerome’s party this past Saturday . … Continue reading →

I remember when it happened. Last October, I was contemplating whether I should go on a 3-day meditation retreat or if I should stay home and not miss all the Halloween parties. Doesn’t seem like that hard of a decision, … Continue reading →

So I stopped in Ennis on the way home from Dallas last weekend. That’s the last chance for Braum’s and baby girl needed ice cream. (OK, I think I have a problem . . .) And this sign was out … Continue reading →

I cannot figure out this posting-a-pic-on-my-profile thing. I can only post a picture if it’s already been posted somewhere else? What? (Okay, maybe it worked . . . I don’t know.) Oh well. I do have some pics that I … Continue reading →

So I’ve discovered one of my weaknesses. Sugar! (Thanks, Mom . . .) I laughed at myself last week at Fiesta when I bought an array of fresh veggies, feta, goat cheese, organic granola bars, organic almond butter, Horizon 2% … Continue reading →

Happy Birthday Keith!! And Hoy. And Melanie Usher, a best friend from private Catholic school. (No, I did not keep the skirt, which is what every guy asks me upon hearing that I went to a Catholic school. But come … Continue reading →

listening to shakira . . . that line seemed appropriate. so a few things i’ve been contemplating. i’m thinking of bringing back capital letters. especially since i’m applying for jobs and lowercase letters are sooooooo 2002. (not really, i don’t … Continue reading →

ugh. work. i don’t hate working, i just hate my job. so why the fcuk have i been here 2 years and 10 months? I DON’T KNOW. every day i fantasize about getting up, getting in my car and driving … Continue reading →

[when i was a baby and mom and i would drive home and pull into the driveway, she'd say "home again, home again!" in a sing song voice. and i'd say, "omie omie!"] so here i am home again. last … Continue reading →