My ears are so cold from a wonderful bike ride.
It was one of the many bike rides from this week.
I will be in Hawaii in exactly 6 weeks.
California in 3.
Me: "Hi, what's your name?"
Jeff: "Fredrick, what's yours?
Me: "Bertha."
Jeff: "Bye."
I have an outpouring amount of ideas for something crafty this week. Photos to come.
Finley. And her blonde hair growing in.
I haven't missed a Jazz game, and I feel like one of the guys.
My room looks as if I am a hoarder.
The past is the past, ya know?
I think this is romantic. "I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it’s beautiful." – Frederick S. Pertz
I'm still getting settled in a new classroom at work. It's wonderful. The room is full of sunshine, smiles, and is fresh. It smells like new carpet and it reminds me of my dad.
Dealing with image issues. Ahem.
My hair is long. And I have regrowth. Again.
I've worked out everyday this week. A+ for Hannah.
Remember Myspace?
Our love, warm and deep and real. I'm so grateful when my friends find love like mine.
I can't wait for the moment when my hands cover my mouth and I gasp. A hug and a kiss, and that one word.
I love this quote from No Other Life by Gary Young. "Our life is one catastrophe after another. Disaster dogs us. I’m the luckiest man alive, and you know what that means. Earthquakes, landslides, falling trees. Wind and rain and rising waters. What the hell, we survive. The coyotes are screaming on the other side of the field; it’s a strange music. The stars are out. It’s lovely here, and like the world, I marry you every day."
Turkey cranberry panini and chicken tortilla soup.
Every exit is an entrance to somewhere else.
Most of the time my head thinks faster than my hands can write.
I spend money on nothing and all my thoughts on the moon and the stars.
I say dude right before I say something moderately important.
It's so nice to wake up in the morning and have someone to tell you love them.
-h.
1 comment:
I can relate to the "dude" thing. I totally do that too :)
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