…but i borrowed it.

This is my new favorite song... According to a friend... This a movie that reminds some Texans of me... According to a friend... Oh... no. Momma called me today.  Wanted to know more about the Yosemite climbing restrictions and the visitation ridiculousness.  Wanted to write a letter to YNP and said, "I mean... I'm passionate…

learning to climb, love, live.

I have so much love for a certain place.  Many places, actually, but maybe the most love for Yosemite. Our access to climbing and camping in Yosemite is in danger, though.  Check it out. The Access Fund encourages us to write a letter to the park. I wrote a letter, thinking that it would just…

breathtaking.

I am very proud of our president.  Inspired by the lack of BS.  More on that later?  Probably not.  But maybe. Enjoy your day... Let this help...

be hope.

Hey American Friends... How's it going?  I hope you're paying attention... because there's a lot going on... Tomorrow, President Obama is giving his State of the Union Address.  I'm sure you've heard about this and I hope you intend on watching. A lot of talk about our economy.  Where are the jobs?  And then Health…

kept and kept.

Finding myself in everything. Myself. Wow.  Am I self-involved?  Narcissistic?  Probably.  I guess.  No.  Please, no.  Probably. - Your blog is very personal. - Yeah, I guess it is... I don't know what else I would write about. Is it a sign of uneducatedness to only write about myself?  [or is the give-away the word…

for the twenty-second time.

They say spring is the time for renewal.  I say, nay!  It is winter! Winter.  WINTER! Too many friends, too many dinner parties, is a good thing. So much love.  Everywhere. And fun! And smiles.  Real Smiles! Renewed.  On.  Like a light switch.  No.  Like a light that you turn on by pulling a metal,…

new favorite sport.

p.s. I'm still doing battle with fences.  I will avenge my ego someday... [and some good skiin' tunes to get stuck in your head.]

those scoops give a damn.

What I suggest to you... First off, chill out... it'll be okay, I promise. Secondly, make it late... be there. Then, have a couple glasses of wine... good wine... well, good enough. Fourthly, listen to this song... ...and do a hippy dance. And not "hippy" as in dirty hair, trippin', flowy dancing... No.  "Hippy" as…

expecting a lot of compliments.

Too tired to function. About the best just normal day ever. Comprised of... • Coffee with a friend over laughs. • Finding that a client made her bed with a Snuggie.  Best.  Bedding.  Ever.  [she even tucked in the sleeves.] • More coffee with two of my favorite clients.  One telling me, "You must be…

got hit by a bus.

When I was in college [oh, so, so long ago], my group of friends had a discussion about... "The One"... If there was that one person out there that could understand you, love you like no other.  I admit that, at the time, I was very adamant about believing that my one true love was…

multi-colored string.

When I was little, we had a babysitter.  It was my sister and myself.  Sarah, my sister, is two years younger than I am... she was then, too.  I think I was around six and she was around four.  Anyways, we had this babysitter... actually two babysitters... both girls.  They were young teenagers.  They asked…

take a breath before you dive.

I feel like I'm overflowing with wanting to share. Driving to my morning appointment, I heard this song... Yes, yes, more Passion Pit.  But you larve it.  And the song makes you so happy, so dancey, so brave. And AND it makes you [or at least me] psyched that K$ is back in Jackson Town…

let it go. this too shall pass.

I'm sick. But it's understandable.  After running around during a crazy holiday season, staying up til wee hours with friends singing and dancing our hearts out, skiing as much as possible [yes, with a cast], being a justified emotional trainwreck for a whole second, working like crazy... it's understandable. "Give yourself a break," is what…

i want bones like iron.

I love my job... but I'll be honest... the times when I la-huve my job are becoming few and far between these days. But today, oh today, I la-huved my job... [i work with adults with mental disabilities...] Two Coins I take two clients, Ronny and Sandy, to church every Sunday morning.  They don't really…

what worth is.

It's amazing how much of the light in your life comes from the lovely people around you.  I hope I bring a fraction of as much joy into the lives of others as these people bring to mine... That is what it's about... for me, I decided.  The love in the smiles, dances, toasts, hugs,…

talking to each other only in vowels.

I feel like things are coming full circle. Dejavu... but better. The hands of the clock, rounding closely to where they started... near the top. Resetting. Inside.  Fresh.  Clean.  New. Yes and yes! To celebrate? Good music... And a toast to dreaming... The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight and as I lean against…

she has hair.

Sitting at the library and this just happened... Little boy comes up to me and [pretty much yells] says... - Have you seen my mom? - Umm... I don't know what your mom looks like. - Oh. - What does she look like? - She has hair. So, not Sinead O'Connor. - Alright. - And…

i feel bad for you, son.