This is how I feel about 2011. In the past twelve months, we have survived two layoffs at work, a kidney biopsy, and both of
As a Lit major, I love poetry. If you had told me that the hours I spent analyzing it and writing papers would make me
We are sitting in the waiting room at Mayo Clinic and Pete is reading Cat Fancy. It’s Biopsy Day #2. Biopsy Day #1 was a
This is It by James Broughton This is It and I am It and You are It
After my old host broke WordPress, I’m back with a new host and a clean install. Woot. Last night was a sleepless one…there was some
When I told people I was going home to pack up my childhood room, they wondered what I would still have there to bring back. I’m not a hoarder or anything, but I am a memory keeper. When I got home on Tuesday with two plastic containers (one with things I had picked out to keep, and another one to go through), I also had two boxes of notes and Letters from 1996-1997. I think that’s 7th grade. Peter asked me, “You’ve kept these since 1996? So even your 7th grade self thought they were important?”
On my cousin Roxane’s 21st birthday, we took her out to Pat O’Brien’s. There was lots of singing and the drinking of hurricanes. Poor Pete
So I’m pretty much obsessed with all things pit bull right now. I read pit bull blogs, I read articles, I’m hopefully contributing to Stubby Dog, and I’m looking for somewhere to volunteer. Giving up Joey was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but his awesomeness really made me fall in love with his breed.
Today, I am 28. Year 27 was not what I expected. To say that it was a difficult year for me is possibly an understatement.