realizations

Ever since I started this blog I have been searching for a focus. What should I talk about? What can I zero in on? People will come here to read because they know I'll be talking about "what?". The problem with this is that I don't live my life looking in only one direction. I'm always doing more than one thing at a time and I get tired of the same old same old. Put something shiny and new in front of me and I'll most likely jump for it.

This whole decision process made me feel confused and also factored into the reasons I stopped writing. I've recently realized that I should use this blog in whatever way makes sense to express myself. In this light, posts might jump around, but hopefully my thoughts and points will help shed some light on who I am as a person and what makes me, me.

VOTE!

I finally managed to fill in the oval on my presidential ballot today. It was tough for me. I think I'm always waiting for that great candidate, but let's face it, this is politics and great isn't really something that comes with the territory. Now I just get to hear all of the commercials and wish they would go away. Only 6 more days...

summer lovin'

It's so odd how you notice, seemingly overnight, that the days are getting shorter and shorter...One thing that kept me laughing all summer was this video:



It pretty much reeked of boy band flava. It took me back to middle school and reminds me the most of LFO's little diddy:



Believe it or not, I have actually seen LFO in concert (I swear, the dark haired one totally made eye contact with me). I admit to this embarrassing truth, because, let's be honest, it has to factor into my current life about as much as those pogs do that I used to play with at recess (I hope).

If you can manage to make it all the way to the end of the New Kids video - the funniest, boy band signature moves start around the 2:30 mark.

dnc

It's about that time...



but beware: you can't believe everything you see online.

some things never change

I recently made a drunken mistake which landed me with a black eye (you should see the other guy...). All seriousness, I fell getting out of the backseat of a car. Here I am, thinking this is a random event, when I soon found out from my mother that this type of thing is in my fate. Per my source, I learned that as a small child, I never got the hang of putting my hands out to catch myself when I would fall. For most of my young life I walked around with a permanent bruise on my forehead because of this. According to my mom, she was weary of taking me out in public because she was afraid that people would think she was abusing me. This little piece of information puts a lot of my adult life in perspective. I guess now I have an excuse for returning to work every Monday with a new bruise.

i'm this many

Age ain't nothin but a number, but it sure can make you feel old.

whadyaknowjoe

A little over a month ago my grandpa passed away. After weeding through the security line at the airport, I ended up at the check point. On previous trips I had always been able to sneak larger-than-3-oz. sized fluids/liquids. Go figure that on this trip, when I was already incredibly bummed out and silent I would get caught smuggling. My defense? The bottle, which was marked at 4 oz. was practically empty, and therefore well below the 3 oz. limit. The guard wasn't going to let it fly. He gives me a smile, and then asks if I was headed home from school (turns out that to many strangers I look like I'm a teenager, even though I'm going on 25). I thought about lieing so I could get through the line without having to talk about anything too personal, but in the end the idea took too much energy to carry out. I tell him where I'm headed and he tells me to stay put. He walks back with this:


Turns out that he used to give out hugs but was told that that wasn't "professional." It just goes to show you that the unexpected really does catch you by surprise. Standing in the middle of that crowded airport, I felt a little less alone and a lot more optimistic. His gesture helped me to focus on how wonderful a person my grandpa was. Now I'm just trying to live by example.

my apologies

I just realized that I have been very very bad at posting in 2008. Three posts in four months? Unacceptable. I promise though, that I've been busy! If I'm not working, I've been boarding. Most likely running into things and hurting myself in the process. I keep going regardless of the sprained ankle, near arm breakage, and knee-on collision with a boulder. It came out of no where, I swear. As today is the first of April my time left on the mountain is short and will soon enough be over. What will I do with my "spare" time??

you don't know me!

I stumbled onto this website last night and I have to admit, I fall into a lot of these...Give me my North Face and my ipod and I am a happy girl.

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