tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39092042052456473072024-03-13T23:32:35.698-07:00.danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.comBlogger197125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-71917349763205910902010-04-23T19:46:00.001-07:002010-04-23T19:47:05.661-07:00my first post is up. follow me <a href="http://probableimpossibilities.wordpress.com">here</a>, if you're so inclined. <div><br /></div><div>see you on the other side. </div><div><br /></div><div>xxx</div>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-55490162003579841192010-04-21T09:26:00.000-07:002010-04-21T09:29:53.090-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">a few things:</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">the Mr is in Costa Rica for the week</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">the dogs are driving me insane</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">sanity, though, is overrated. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">i got my tix for ACL 2010</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">will be traveling to new.hampshire, maine and boston next month for work </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">have news that i can't discuss until i move to wp and lock a post </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">still working out...thinking about do an adventure challenge but am still on the fence. may do a 10k soon. idk. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">moving to wordpress. i created the blog and am still working out some minor kinks but it should be up and going over there very soon. i'll let y'all know.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">more later. </span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-18875283525049682952010-04-15T11:10:00.000-07:002010-04-15T12:33:39.569-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Stolen meme. Requirement: Use one word to answer. I'm going to amend this to use the first word that comes to mind. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Let's give it a whirl, shall we?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">1. Yourself: untamed.<br />2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend: lover.<br />3. Your hair: mane.<br />4. Your mother/stepmother: unexplainable.<br />5. Your dog: plural.<br />6. Your favorite item: ipod.<br />7. Your dream last night: baffling.<br />8. Your favorite drink: Tito's.<br />9. Your dream car: unattainable.<br />10. The room you are in: cubed.<br />12. Your fear: regret.<br />13. What you want to be in 10 years: soaring.<br />14. Who you hung out with last night: people.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">15. What you’re not: social.<br />16. Muffin: top.<br />17: One of your wish list items: Prague.<br />18: Time: passes.<br />19. The last thing you did: pee.<br />20. What you are wearing: earrings.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">21. Your favorite weather: cold.<br />22. Your favorite book: numerous.<br />23. The last thing you ate: granola.<br />24. Your life: good.<br />25. Your mood: amused.<br />26. Your best friend(S): savior.<br />27. What are you thinking about right now? words.<br />28. Your car: sleek.<br />29. What are you doing at the moment?: typing.<br />30. Your summer: hot.<br />31. Your relationship status: married.<br />32. What is on your TV?: nothing.<br />33. What is the weather like?: raining.<br />34. When is the last time you laughed?: today.</span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-7080807576854767142010-04-14T05:35:00.001-07:002010-04-14T05:36:32.065-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">still here...i have a few things on my mind but am waiting to post about them. actually, i'm considering switching to wordpress so that i can protect some posts *scratches head*</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">more in a bit.</span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-45216407480068832342010-03-25T07:05:00.000-07:002010-03-25T07:22:39.804-07:00sum it up thursday<span style="font-family:arial;">My Grandpa said to me, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">"Grandson sit down we need to talk. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">In life, there may be times when it gets hard to walk the walk.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It's easier to take the path that most have traveled on, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But then again sometimes to do what's right you must walk alone." </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">"Some people are unkind to those who see things different. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We've all felt pain in ways it hurts to even bring it up... </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But that don't mean that we should take this motion lying down... </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I'll stand and fight until the day they put me in the ground."</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And Lord, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">it's a lonely road, Ooh,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">When this world burns down </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Deep in your soul... </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">You will find there's a peace left in mind, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">You will find there's a peace to find. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(Peace to find) </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">"And now I've taught you all I know, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So take this seed and let it grow. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(So take this seed and let it grow)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So take this seed and let it grow. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Though I'm here now, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">soon I'll be gone I did what I can to try it make you strong </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(I did what I can to try it make you strong) </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(And I see that you're strong)" </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And Lord, it's a lonely road, Ooh,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">When this world burns down </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Deep in your soul... </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(This world burns down, deep in your soul)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">You will find there's a peace left in mind, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">You will find there's a peace to find. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And Lord, it's a lonely road.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(Such a lonely road) </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And Lord, it's a lonely road.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(Hey, it's a lonely road)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And Lord, it's a lonely road.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And Lord, it's a lonely road</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><em><a href="http://ilike.com/s/7kGyA"><span style="font-family:arial;">Lonely Road</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">, </span></em><span style="font-family:arial;">RJA</span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-11148558838483763222010-03-22T06:57:00.000-07:002010-03-22T07:01:55.743-07:00xvii<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">in secret, between the shadow and the soul.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I love you as the plant that never blooms</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">so I love you because I know no other way</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">than this: where I does not exist, nor you,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em>Sonnet XVII, </em><strong>Pablo.Neruda</strong></span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-38436747388539032582010-03-15T06:04:00.000-07:002010-03-15T09:16:05.449-07:00apparently, i don't do pink...of any kind.<span style="font-family:arial;">Friday night we went </span><a href="http://www.mattselrancho.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">here</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> for good times with family and friends...and '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ritas</span>. Had a blast and made promises to do it more often. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">What's pink and purple and sparkly all over? A 3<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yro's</span> birthday party, duh! We drove south for the frilly event and while we had a reasonably good time (see below) seeing old friends and hanging with family, I came away with a few observations. One: I found myself praying (more than once) that if we have a child(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ren</span>), I am <strong>not</strong> entirely certain I can handle a girl; two: if we are blessed with a girl, I hope she likes trees & chucks; three: I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">decidedly</span> do not like the colors pink and purple. Oh and one more thing -"Pin Cinderella in the Window"?!?!?!? I guess the ass got the boot. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And of course, we were asked when we were going to start having babies. Now, I kind of expected this since we were at a kids' party but I also (kind of) expected the topic to be dropped when I said "you know, whenever. No rush." And it wasn't. And I had to restrain myself from junk-punching someone. What I really want to tell people and frankly, I think it's only a matter of time before I do, is "Our procreation, or lack thereof, is really none of your fucking business." THAT is what I wanted to say, but y'all know I didn't. She kept prodding and I nodded, plastered on a </span><a href="http://www.vfr.net/~tdurkin/grin1.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;">grin</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> and said, "Here's the thing, sweetie, my ovaries don't work. So, if you know how to fix them, please, by all means, contact my doctor and let him know because he sure as hell can't figure it out." Cue end of conversation. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Not that this is breaking news or anything but everyone is full of expert opinions...until the details come out. Then they don't know what to say...and you know what? I don't give a flying spaghetti monster. I'm tired of making excuses for people not knowing any better (and I don't mean Darlene at the grocery store, I'm talking about people that you KNOW, family, close friends, etc...). And with that...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Thank you for your wonderful comments. Some of you posted on the blog and others e-mailed and/or called. All of you said that I wasn't a </span><a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/coward"><span style="font-family:arial;">coward</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">, and while I appreciate it, I do disagree with you. But that's okay; I am what I am...for now. Had an impromptu talk this weekend about our plans and the next steps, so we'll see what happens. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Saw <em><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.greenzonemovie.com/">Green.Zone</a></em>. Liked it, had discussions about the motives of the movie and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">message</span> and recommended it to others. Flew solo Sunday afternoon and went to see </span><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1403981/"><em><span style="font-family:arial;">Remember.Me</span></em></a><span style="font-family:arial;">...and left <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">snotsobbing</span>. Best movie ever? No, but it really was a good movie and I hope it gets the acclaim it deserves. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">S*X*S*W also started last week and I am so excited! I hope* to be spending time at a few shows this week/end and cannot wait. Live music <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">pwns</span> me and this event is just epic. *I didn't purchase a wristband this year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">bc</span> they were $750 for music ($1580 for media, music and interactive) and I'm kinda pissed about that. I remember when they were $75 back when I was in high school. I mean, shit, I live here for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">fuck's</span> sake. Shouldn't we residents get some sort of break? Sadly, even my rage about pricing can't keep me away. But <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">whatevs</span>, I'll just pay a cover and wait in line. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>It can only take a moment to waste the rest of your life.</em> - <strong>Chuck Palahniuk</strong><em>, Snuff.</em></span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-77504321528812767382010-03-09T07:34:00.000-08:002010-03-09T14:22:48.296-08:00lingering thoughts<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I've been wondering lately just how much influence we all have on each other. I mean, I know, in general, peer influence greatly impacts our decisions, be they right or wrong. But what about life choices, the things that will change your life forever? How are we influenced by those around us when it comes time to making resolutions...be it marriage, children, careers and the like. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I still read infertility blogs, though not as often. There's so much pain, so much devastation - only a portion of which we've experienced - and so many unanswered questions. And when I read my what my fellow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">IFers</span> are dealing with, or not, I sometimes ask myself if I'm willing to jump back in and take the risk, again? Can I do it? Am I emotionally strong enough to potentially have to deal with the worst possible outcome(s)? The answer is, usually, not today, no; how cowardly of me. And so then, what? I look around and see all these women (and men) giving <em>it</em> their all, every ounce of what they have is poured into building a family but the cost, oh how the cost scares the shit out of me. What price am I willing to pay? What am I willing to, potentially, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sacrifice</span>? Because, although the goal is clear, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sacrifice</span> can be so much larger than not bringing home a baby. And it can be infinitely smaller, depending on the outcome. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">There's a strange, odd feeling I get when I ask these questions, as they go against nearly every fiber in my being. I am a life risk-taker, if you will. I have few fears that hold me back from doing the things I want. In general, I don't weigh my actions against the cost (there are, of course, exceptions). But this, this disease of infertility, it seems I am afraid to even try to conquer it. Afraid to even <em>try</em>. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But all of this relates to the influence we have on each other. I have friends who have lost a child, friends who have miscarried (still the loss of a child), and friends who have sought out adoption only to have the birth parent(s) change their mind. Each of those scenarios plays through my mind and they each leave arms empty. And hearts broken. And life is now forever changed. And that is why I am afraid to even try. I have been influenced by my friends, their stories and what I watch them go through during and after the storm. And I ask myself, can I do that? </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I don't know. I'm not sure I can. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yes, indeed, how very cowardly of me.</span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-56654903485937152532010-03-08T06:07:00.000-08:002010-03-08T06:27:53.008-08:00hello monday...<span style="font-family:arial;">happy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">monday</span>! so...nothing too exciting happening with me (for a change). today is International Women's Day, so congratulate the women in your life for what they've accomplished in this world of glass ceilings...social, political and economical. we've got a long way to go but we're getting there (congrats <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">kathryn</span>.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bigelow</span>).<br /><br />went to see Alice.in.Wonderland (in 3D) Friday night and was blown away. not so much by the story or the acting, but the new technology in film is simply amazing and i was stunned and in awe. spent Saturday down in Corpus celebrating my nephew's 3rd birthday. and let me just say this - 4hrs with 12 3<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">yros</span>...actually, i probably don't even have to say anything. you can guess.<br /><br />am planning on my next trip - or trying to. we'll see. i should know more this week. i owe y'all some stories and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> working on it. rather than type it out 100x and to 100 different people, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i'm</span> in the midst of creating a mass e-mail and will post it once <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'm</span> done. as for the pictures, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">i'll</span> probably provide a link to the album for my family and friends. and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">i'll</span> let you know when that's available and you can PM me and request the link.<br /><br />i can't believe it's already march. only 5 more months until my next <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">drs</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">appt</span>...only 5 more months until some decisions will have to be made. 5 months.<br /><br />**<br /><br /><em>Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark-spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It's passing, yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving</em>. ~<strong>Martin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Amis</span>, Money</strong></span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-55662500976382109332010-03-01T10:18:00.000-08:002010-03-01T10:26:57.196-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDSwdt3OtQ0/S4wGhIM9d9I/AAAAAAAAAow/yn0TFkGt-VA/s1600-h/24930_1325361048116_1053586633_31004661_7818756_n.jpg"></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">In that book which is<br />My memory . . .<br />On the first page<br />That is the chapter when<br />I first met you<br />Appear the words . . .<br />Here begins a new life<br /><br /><em>La Vita Nuova</em>, Dante Alighieri</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">****</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">side note: I'd like to post some pics but am a little worried about them being used by others. Is there a way to 'lock' them?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-26508199759045934142010-02-25T11:23:00.001-08:002010-02-25T11:25:42.922-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span>
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<br />danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-63583372918046477902010-02-03T18:26:00.000-08:002010-02-03T18:29:53.008-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;font-size:x-small;"><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths</span></i></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-Phillip James Bailey</span></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: small; ">We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; </span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In feelings, not in figures on a dial. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest: </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lives in one hour more than in years do some </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Whose fat blood sleeps as it slips along their veins. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Life's but a means unto an end; that end, </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Beginning, mean, and end to all things—God. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The dead have all the glory of the world.</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></pre></span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-60977050139186718532010-02-02T10:33:00.001-08:002010-02-02T10:45:32.832-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">hello!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">made it back from Ohio in one piece. had to spend 6 hours at the Midway airport in Chicago due to weather delays. then flew straight into a massive storm cell. the last hour and a half of the flight was rocky...like, um, dropping and bouncing and rocking back & forth. oh, did i mention the lightning show that was going on outside? yea. and i have to get on a plane again in 9 days. fun. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">the clothes i ordered online came in. all but one pair of pants fit nicely. well, they fit but they're too long. figured as much. they're also lined, which i didn't note when i ordered them. and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> wondering if they'll be too bulky to pack in the backpack. we'll see. slowly things are getting crossed of the 'to-do' list for the trip. i cannot believe i leave next <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">thursday</span>. *so excited*</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">3 days after i get back, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i'm</span> going to see this </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.bobschneidermusic.com"><span style="font-family:arial;">man</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">. again. LOVE. LOVE. LOVE. and in March, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'll</span> be checking out this </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.citizencope.com"><span style="font-family:arial;">dude</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> and these </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.stateradio.com"><span style="font-family:arial;">guys</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">. saw them both at </span><a href="http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/10/acl-rundown.html"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ACL</span></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> '09 and loved 'em. found out recently that </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/lilithfair.com"><span style="font-family:arial;">Lil.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ith</span></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> Fair will be stopping here on tour this summer. the line-up is fab and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'm</span> just waiting to buy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">tix</span>. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and that's all for now. have a super day...until next time,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">cheerio!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.</em> </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>- Khalil Gibran</strong></span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-13337813480827826862010-01-25T11:25:00.000-08:002010-01-25T11:30:57.469-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Went to see Master Pancake Theater - Forrest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gump</span> this weekend and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OMG</span>...seriously, find out if it's showing near you and GO. NOW. Funniest thing I've seen in a LONG time. So good. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I leave for OH tomorrow morning - too early. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Finally ordered some stuff for my trip. Got a few cargo-style pants. Please sweet baby <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">jesus</span> let them fit, as I ordered them online and am NERVOUS. I know I'll have to have them hemmed but I can work with that. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh! Tried on a smaller size in jeans this weekend and nearly cried. They fit. I may or may not have done a little happy dance in the dressing room and there may or may not have been some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">shrieking</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">involved</span>. *lips sealed*</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Also, I just wanted to say that you'll notice I took some things off my blog and rearranged others...if you have any questions about our IF experience or what we've done to date or whatever, shoot me an e-mail or leave a comment. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">That's all for now...until <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">laters</span>...peace.</span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-355110064156165192010-01-21T06:19:00.001-08:002010-01-21T06:29:07.597-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">This week has been shitty. And I realize that my shitty and your shitty and Bob's shitty are all different....but yea. SHITTY. And all of it is work related. People, systems, deadlines...gah. I could go on. I'm just glad its almost over. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">On a lighter note, my brother turns 14 tomorrow. I can't believe it! Fourteen. I turned 30 in August and I think the realization of <em>that</em> just hit me. Which means that my 1/2 birthday is coming up soon, too. And I'll be 6 months away from 31...holy shit. Lots to do between now and then...lots to do. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Homework tonight: 4min run, 3min walk x 6.</span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;">qui onques rien n'enprist riens n'achieva</span></em>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-89084734116022682382010-01-20T13:08:00.001-08:002010-01-20T13:09:45.877-08:00btw...<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">this is what i did last night @ the gym...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">4 min run, 3 min walk x 4 </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">20 min walk @ 4.0 incline. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">yea.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-6770984701504603902010-01-20T07:08:00.001-08:002010-01-20T07:16:38.619-08:00on books...<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">my reading for 2010 has already commenced...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i've</span> read these two books so far (they're part of a series): </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hunger-Games-Suzanne-Collins/dp/0439023483"><span style="font-family:arial;">The Hunger Games</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> and </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0439023491/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_2?pf_rd_p=486539851&pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&pf_rd_t=201&pf_rd_i=0439023483&pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_r=0ZWZBRYSA3ZS4KVR5HVH"><span style="font-family:arial;">Catching Fire</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> by Suzanne Collins. I can't wait until the 3rd book comes out in August....oh, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Peeta</span>! I need to know what happened to you! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">i have these two on my night stand right now. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i've</span> started </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Brief-Wondrous-Life-Oscar-Wao/dp/1594483299/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1264000276&sr=1-1"><span style="font-family:arial;">The Brief <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Wonderous</span> Life of Oscar <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Wao</span></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Junot</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Diaz</span> and am a few chapters in. So far, so good. next will be </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vinegar-Hill-P-S-Manette-Ansay/dp/0060897848/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1264000339&sr=1-1"><span style="font-family:arial;">Vinegar Hill</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> by A. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Manette</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ansay</span> <--<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">i've</span> heard mixed reviews about this one...we'll see. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">i've</span> also decided to re-read a few books this year. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">i'll</span> keep you posted. </span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-80607647818129019432010-01-18T18:47:00.000-08:002010-01-20T06:56:40.660-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(57,99,74); LINE-HEIGHT: 17px"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;">The Layers, Stanley Kunitz</span></span></span></b><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><div align="right"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;">I have walked through many lives,<br />some of them my own,<br />and I am not who I was,<br />though some principle of being<br />abides, from which I struggle<br />not to stray.<br />When I look behind,<br />as I am compelled to look<br />before I can gather strength<br />to proceed on my journey,<br />I see the milestones dwindling<br />toward the horizon<br />and the slow fires trailing<br />from the abandoned camp-sites,<br />over which scavenger angels<br />wheel on heavy wings.<br />Oh, I have made myself a tribe<br />out of my true affections,<br />and my tribe is scattered!<br />How shall the heart be reconciled<br />to its feast of losses?<br />In a rising wind<br />the manic dust of my friends,<br />those who fell along the way,<br />bitterly stings my face.<br />Yet I turn, I turn,<br />exulting somewhat,<br />with my will intact to go<br />whereever I need to go,<br />and every stone on the road<br />precious to me.<br />In my darkest night,<br />when the moon was covered<br />and I roamed through wreckage,<br />a nimbus-clouded voice<br />directed me:<br />"Live in the layers,<br />not on the litter."<br />Though I lack the art<br />to decipher it,<br />no doubt the next chapter<br />in my book of transformations<br />is already written.<br />I am not done with my changes.</span></span></span></span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-82326942751725777362010-01-18T18:22:00.000-08:002010-01-20T06:56:58.668-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span">there's not much to say. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i've</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> been really busy with work. going to be traveling (for work) soon and </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i'm</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> dreading it...timing could not be worse. but i work better under pressure and stress, so it'll all work out. </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span">making plans to go skydiving in </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">april</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. can't wait. another notch on the </span></span></span><a href="http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-bucket-list.html"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;">list</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;">. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span">got </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">tix</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> to go see </span></span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chelsea_Handler"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;">this</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"> hilarious lady. if you have never seen her show...i have no words. genius. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;">shopping and packing for the big trip </span></span><a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://mbarnann.stu.cofc.edu/moroccoII.jpg&imgrefurl=http://mbarnann.stu.cofc.edu/morocco.htm&h=1024&w=1280&sz=377&tbnid=F3j399Y-Chg9qM:&tbnh=120&tbnw=150&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmorocco&usg=__UgfsVFkhvhy_vC4nxxanxwEoJtE=&ei=URlVS_yZHpG6NvKZrJIJ&sa=X&oi=image_result&resnum=7&ct=image&ved=0CCgQ9QEwBg"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;">here</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;">. 23 days. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:arial;">and in case you're wondering, yes. i am still mourning the loss of both my teams. there's always next year, boys.</span> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">****</span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-4326247373713477922010-01-11T10:20:00.000-08:002010-01-11T10:30:40.130-08:00wow.<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The Invitation</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I want to know what you ache for</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It doesn’t interest me how old you are.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">for love</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">for your dream</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">for the adventure of being alive.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">if you have been opened by life’s betrayals</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">or have become shrivelled and closed</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">from fear of further pain.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I want to know if you can sit with pain</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">mine or your own</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">without moving to hide it</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">or fade it</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">or fix it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I want to know if you can be with joy</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">mine or your own</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">if you can dance with wildness</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">without cautioning us to </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">be careful</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">be realistic</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">remember the limitations of being human.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">is true.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I want to know if you can</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">disappoint another </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">to be true to yourself.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">If you can bear the accusation of betrayal</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and not betray your own soul.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">If you can be faithless</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and therefore trustworthy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I want to know if you can see Beauty</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">even when it is not pretty</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">every day.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And if you can source your own life</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">from its presence.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I want to know if you can live with failure</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">yours and mine</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and still stand at the edge of the lake</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and shout to the silver of the full moon,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">“Yes.”</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It doesn’t interest me</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">to know where you live or how much money you have.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I want to know if you can get up</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">after the night of grief and despair</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">weary and bruised to the bone</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and do what needs to be done</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">to feed the children.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It doesn’t interest me who you know</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">or how you came to be here.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I want to know if you will stand</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">in the center of the fire</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">with me</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and not shrink back.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">you have studied.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I want to know what sustains you</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">from the inside</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">when all else falls away.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I want to know if you can be alone</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">with yourself</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and if you truly like the company you keep</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">in the empty moments.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-Oriah Mountain Dreamer</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">*i found this <a href="http://elisabethbrooker.blogspot.com/">here</a> a few days ago (after the author of the blog left a comment) and am still affected by it. i sense i will be for long while, as it makes me think about IF and so, so much more.</span></em></span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-82370308797631895992010-01-07T06:08:00.000-08:002010-01-07T06:09:05.542-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody. </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>-Bill Cosby</strong></span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-11658879062787439582010-01-06T05:53:00.000-08:002010-01-06T07:11:54.142-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hola</span> and happy 2010! I hope the New Year finds y'all doing well...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We went to a few parties on NYE...had a fun times with some old friends and made new friends. And that was that...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lol</span>. I don't really make resolutions, as I prefer not to set myself up for failure. And really, all I want for 2010 is to <em>be</em>. To not have judgement placed upon us for choices that we make...and to do things unselfishly for others but things that make us happy. I have little to no control on most things that happen in my life but I can control my attitude and outlook and view of the world around me. And I look forward to enjoying 2010 as much as possible...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Y'all know my love of music and so when I heard that </span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/bobschneider"><span style="font-family:arial;">Bob</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> was going to be playing </span><a href="http://www.antones.net/"><span style="font-family:arial;">here</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">, I had to go. So, I dragged an old friend along and off we went...& we had the best night! We sang and drank and danced and truly enjoyed some fabulous music & company! A special thanks to MB for making sure that I got home in one piece...the Captain and I both appreciate it. ;) OH! I don't think I posted about this *<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">facepalm</span>* but...in December, my cousin and I went to see this <a href="http://www.myspace.com/musicbobbylong">Bobby</a> <a href="http://www.stubbsaustin.com/music_home.html">here</a> & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">OMG</span>, such a great concert. He sounds the SAME live as he does on his albums. And I was just...*swoon*. I think I have a thing for Bob's....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm still hitting up the gym daily...well, 6 days a week. And the jogging/running is coming along. I ran last night 2x for 3min <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">increments</span> and then a final 5min run. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">NGL</span>, I was tired but I did it. I find that towards the end of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">cardio</span> workouts, it's easier for me to run longer. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">IDK</span> if that makes sense or if anyone else experiences that. If so...could you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">LMK</span> that I'm not weird. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">LOL</span>! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My trip is officially 35 days away. I am so excited! Am currently searching for lightweight hiking/trekking shoes that aren't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">fugly</span>. Not an easy task. I did get this </span><a href="http://www.ebags.com/kelty/redwing_3100/product_detail/index.cfm?modelid=123899&productid=1321451&sourceID=GOOGFEED&color=Russet&CAWELAID=298209069"><span style="font-family:arial;">backpack</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> (yes, in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">russet</span> aka burnt orange) and am hoping everything fits. I received my packing list yesterday and there are some interesting items! Taking the easy way out of posting topics, I'll probably post the places we'll be traveling to and through leading up to our trip.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Cheers to 2010!</span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-34102370765270955962010-01-05T06:31:00.000-08:002010-01-05T08:52:14.732-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-<strong>Chuck.Palahniuk</strong></span>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-16712004914938496302009-12-29T13:25:00.000-08:002009-12-29T13:28:09.592-08:00<div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Into My Own</span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">One of my wishes is that those dark trees, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">But stretched away unto the edge of doom. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">I should not be withheld but that some day </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Into their vastness I should steal away, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Fearless of ever finding open land, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">I do not see why I should e'er turn back, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Or those should not set forth upon my track </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">To overtake me, who should miss me here </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">And long to know if still I held them dear. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">They would not find me changed from him they knew-- </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Only more sure of all I thought was true. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>-<em>Robert Frost</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-49886837448455173942009-12-21T12:30:00.000-08:002009-12-21T12:37:10.013-08:00After A While<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">After a while you learn</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">the subtle difference between </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">holding a hand and chaining a soul</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">and you learn</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">that love doesn't mean leaning</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">and company doesn't always mean security. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">And you begin to learn</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">that kisses aren't contracts </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">and presents aren't promises</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">and you begin to accept your defeats</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">with your head up </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">and your eyes ahead</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">And you learn</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">to build all your roads on today</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">After a while you learn</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">that even sunshine burns</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">if you get too much</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">so you plant your own garden</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">and decorate your own soul</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">And you learn that you really can endure</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">you really are strong</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">you really do have worth</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">and you learn and you learn</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">with every goodbye, you learn...</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">-<em><strong>Veronica A Shoffstall</strong></em></span></div>danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461noreply@blogger.com1