And I want to wake up with the rain While I’m set there in your arms So all I ask is for you To come away with me in the night Come away with me I’m at work right now, and Norah Jones begins to sing on the radio, so now I’m also lying in an…
Category: Navel Gazing (and I Don’t Mean Oranges)
Hobbies
The Fat Cyclist, besides being one of two people to keep me motivated in my half marathon training (the other being a real life friend and commentor, Amanda), posed an interesting question today. The Setup Most of us spend the bulk of our time working. That is life, ah me, that is life, and it is good. OK. So you have little time…
Dreaming the Dream
I’ve had my dream job twice now. Luckily for me, I realized both times that I loved what I was doing while I was doing it. Unluckily for me, I’m not doing either at the moment. C’est la vie, and all that. Is this not the definition of maturity – sacrificing immediate pleasure for the…
The Drama Queen – Bad Language Alert
******This story has some bad language in it. Read with caution. Also if you make it to the end you don’t have to comment, I myself wouldn’t know what to say.********************************************************** So one weekend in July we were attending a friend’s birthday cookout, in a small grassy space by the tennis courts of a medium-nice…
In Defense of Organized Religion
At 6 years old, she went to church every Sunday, with her mom, her two little sisters. Dad didn’t always go. Mom’s look told the kids she would brook no discussion about this; regardless of what Dad did, they were going. And she went; to Sunday school first, to do crafts and listen to adults…