Here It Goes

2011-09-26T15:53:00.000-07:00

Dear life that I want, I see you, off in the distance there, where I'm happy to go to work again, where I'm not dreading the text or phone call from the boss, where I feel appreciated, where I can be proud of the work I do. Weekends are something I desperately miss and will welcome you back with open arms. Saturday morning farmer's markets that I used to miss because I was tired, don't worry, I

Right? Right!

2011-09-21T11:15:00.000-07:00

Welcome to Indian Summer in San Francisco. In the middle of September, when the areas I've lived in the longest (Florida and Indiana) are getting ready for cooler weather, for pumpkin patches, leaves changing colors and such, we are braving the world in flip flops and shorts. We will also get a chance to do this in the middle of January and that is one reason why I love the Bay Area. Love love

a bad day

2011-09-16T19:50:00.000-07:00

Today is one of those days where I should have simply stayed in bed. I should have not gotten dressed, not showered, and canceled all of my plans. But I didn't. I woke up in a horrible mood and even after realizing this, things that normally wouldn't have bothered me as much just got under my skin. Like every little thing. My thoughts lined up like dominoes and one by one they crashed into each

A little road somewhere... a little less of my heart

2011-09-11T20:47:00.000-07:00

Some of my favorite songs have great opening lines. The title of this post, the first two lines in Jill Andrew's A Little Less. You and I Both by Jason Mraz starts off "Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me? Things are going to happen naturally." Music is so much a part of my daily life. When I'm home, I'm listening to music. I always have my headphones in on the

You Can Sleep While I Drive

2011-09-04T21:04:00.000-07:00

Last night I had more fun than I've had in an incredibly long time. Cars are amazing in that way, in the way that you can go from wandering around Pier 1 and then Bed, Bath, and Beyond and then you are on your way to the Pacific Ocean to have a few drinks with friends. A few Mojitos later, with the bar closing and a challenge to come back in a month to see if the bartender has silly straws, you

Midnight at the Movies

2011-09-01T21:38:00.000-07:00

When I lived in Joshua Tree, I dated a man named Craig. At that point he wasn't quite a man, but a bit of a man child trying to figure out himself, but now he is full man with a real relationship he's fully committed to and a child (2 in fact). There are parts of me that remind the other parts of me that I couldn't have given him all of that stuff, the family, the stability he craved when I don't

26 going on 40

2011-08-29T20:37:00.000-07:00

I feel emotionally immature. I have always been seen as more mature than my age, older than I am, wiser even, if you will. Maybe it isn’t that I’m emotionally immature, maybe it is that the people I have started being around more, one a former co-worker, another a musician friend I met recently, are 39 and 40, respectively. That is 14 years of life experience on me. 14 years of dealing with

an email that turned into something... bigger

2011-08-28T17:27:00.000-07:00