Thursday, July 29, 2004

Happy Birthday, Will! 

Will's going to go streaking through the quad tonight in his birthday suit and new Pumas I bought him, watch out Austin!

Honey, do you think KFC is still open?

posted at 8:16 AM

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

Shit fire and save matches.

So for some reason my picture from the hockey game didn't post to Granola Girl last night.  Last night's game was more exciting than others I've been to so far.  They were playing the other best team in the was much faster, much more competitive, a little more intense.  And now Todd's team is in first place.  He's a goal scoring machine.  Because his shorty is there.  Of course.  I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that he's very talented.  It's girl karma. 


posted at 12:41 PM

Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Just do it.

So over the past couple of weeks, I've been discussing with Todd (there you go, a name) the possibility of taking a trip to Carson, CA to see the Dave Matthews Band, Ben Harper, and the Black Eyed Peas in concert.   Like there's any way you can say no to that!  So we've been debating, discussing, deliberating.  Finally I said screw it, we're going.  I made the possibility a reality yesterday and bought three tickets to the show, trusting that the arrangements for getting there (flight, hotel, and what-not) would just fall into place.  And they will.  And it will be awesome.  So Sam, Todd, and I will be making the trip at the end of August and may never return.  Just a warning.  Every time I head West, there is that possibility.

I have a phone interview today for a job in either Holland or Italy.  How crazy is that?

I'm spending most of my morning burning files to CDs for co-workers.  Their personal work, not proprietary company information or anything.  We have a 10-15% reduction in force this week.  I've been assured that my job is safe.  But all this burning is making me a little nervous.  I mean, should I start to burn, baby, burn?  DISCO INFERNO!

Man, I'm in a good mood.  Despite all the bullshit. 

Maili is having her baby today!  I know that I've mentioned before that I knew she was pregnant before she knew it...But yesterday at lunch with her, as she was telling me about  her C-Section being scheduled for this Thursday, and I said that I had this strange intuition or feeling that it would be earlier than Thursday.  And here we are, it's Tuesday, and if all is going according to schedule, she and Mauricio have a baby girl right now!

Sigh.  Happy Tuesday.

posted at 9:52 AM

Friday, July 23, 2004


Breathing in your skin tonight
Quiet is my loudest cry
Wouldn't want to wake the eyes
that make me melt inside
And if it's healthier to leave you be
May a sickness come and set me free
kill me while I still believe
that you were meant for me.

posted at 9:58 AM

Unexpectedly blissful. 

Sounds good to me.

So we went to the Clay Pit last night for dinner -- the Indian restaurant that Will introduced me to in Austin, then I found out there's one in Addison... It was yummy, of course.   Still not as yummy as the Austin location.  I'm not sure what's up with that.

I'm absolutely beside myself with excitement about the fact that my friend Maili will be delivering her baby next Thursday.  It's all scheduled and ready to go.  I have to say, I have a gift.  I knew Maili was pregnant before she and her husband knew.  Call me psychic.  Call me well read.  Call me a genius.  I knew.  And I can't wait until little Rachel arrives.  I can't wait to meet her.  I can't wait to tell her the story.

What a week this has been.  What a week.

But the weekend is about to begin!  And my mama will be here.  And there will be introductions.  And there will be porch talk. And there will be all kinds of craziness.   And it will be good.

posted at 8:18 AM

Thursday, July 22, 2004


Last night, I got together with some of the people who were with me on the Mexico trip to play Spoons. We cooked out, drank some beer, and played Spoons.  What must it be like to go to a church where a party spirit is discouraged?  Additionally, we're a very violent group of Spoon players.  I got smacked in the eye once, and I feel as if my shoulder is dislocated.  But I think the latter can be attributed to an awful sleep position.  Either way, it needs some attention. 

I need to post some pictures from the trip.  They're great, some of them.  Most of them.  If I knew how to post them and had the time to do so, I'd be all over that.  Oh well.  Skaines!

I'm debating a job change.  It would be a very strange job change.  One with quite a few complications, some risks, but definitely some rewards.  We'll see.  I've got quite a bit to think about.

I actually watched a movie this week called "My Baby's Daddy". 

A revelation:  I don't need sleep like I thought I did.  When you're happy and having a really good time, sleep becomes optional.  But it catches up with you.  You need to binge one night on sleep, then you can get back up and get back to living your life.  Right after you fix that shoulder you crashed on.

There's so much more.  GolfGirl is censoring herself.  There's a first time for everything, I guess.

My mama is coming into town this weekend.  She's taking the train into Ft. Worth, some kind of wine tasting trip.  We're going to pick her up Saturday afternoon.  She's excited.  I'm excited.  We're excited.  I'm predicting one drunk mama at the train station. 

Apparently, I've not been providing Scott with enough good material on here lately for him to provide comments chock full of sarcasm, sexual harassment, and foul language.  I'm sorry.  I think that there's plenty above that you can work with.  You're the master.

The weekend is almost here, kids!  It's Turdsday!

That's all I can muster for now.

posted at 3:31 PM

Monday, July 19, 2004

There are exciting things happening in my life right now.  Sometimes, things just take you by surprise.  And I love surprises.  :)
With the exception of recovering from Montezuma's revenge on my body, I had a wonderful weekend.  I hope you did, too.

posted at 8:37 AM

Friday, July 16, 2004

Screw you, Montezuma.

posted at 9:24 AM

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Quick Update

I've gotten a few notes from some of you, wondering if I'm alive. I know, I know...withdrawals from the GG posts. I understand.

Well, I was in Mexico for seven days, building a house for a family in need. It was a lot of hard work but a very rewarding experience. There's just so much to write about the experience, and not enough time. I'm headed to Virginia this afternoon. Maybe if I get some time on the plane I'll write a few things down.

More later.

posted at 11:21 AM

Sunday, July 04, 2004

What a busy weekend. Yesterday was my nephew's fourth birthday. Unfortunately, it also fell on a weekend with a "visitation" and other family time that is required when there's a loss of a loved one. Uncle Frank died Thursday evening, around 6 pm. Thankfully, I got all my work done that evening so that I could head out on Friday, a day early, to be with the family.

Frank was my dad's oldest brother. Dad was the baby. He has another brother, James, who lives in Virginia. Every time he comes back to Texas I spend a little time with him and am haunted by memories of my father. In my mind, he looks just like him. I shouldn't say haunted. Comforted. Comforted in a really eerie way.

My dad's parents died young. His mother, when my dad was only a few months old, struck my lightning. And his father, I believe, when my dad was around 14. His dad re-married before he died, though. To a not-so-kind woman. Together they had several more children -- the half brothers and sisters who I've only met a few times throughout my life. I spent some time with them this weekend. I started thinking, I don't think you can truly appreciate "heritage" until you lose a parent. You start grasping for anything to hold on to -- stories, memories. I can't get enough of them. And there just weren't enough hours in the weekend to gather more of that information for my unwritten book about my past. When another one dies, you can't help but think that you've lost even more chances of learning about your heritage and family history. More stories you'll never hear.

Impermanence. Not a concept I'm yet comfortable with, nor have I found peace with it. I'm just starting to understand what it really means.

Despite all of the unplanned events this weekend, Bailey's birthday went off without a hitch. He's got more golf gear (full set of clubs included) than most golfers I know. A swim party at the Country Club. He's not yet ready to swim underwater, but doesn't require "floaties" to play around in the shallow end. My niece, Emma, took the plunge, though. She took off the floaties right before we left, and started swimming away. I guess she just decided it was time. It's so wonderful to watch them learn, to watch them recognize their independence. She looked like a little fish. Later she asked her mom, "Well who are we going to give these floaties to?" She's a big girl now, the floaties were just holding her back.

B is a little more cautious. I explained to Holly that I think this is a good thing. If he were as fearless as most 4 year-old boys are, I think it would make me a little nervous.

Oh, I love those kids. I'd give them the world if I knew how to package it nicely with a nice ribbon wrapped around it.

Aunt B and I listened to a book on CD on the trip there and back. Neither of us had done it before, so I stopped into B&N on the way out and got one I thought she'd like. It certainly makes the trip go faster -- seemed as if we got there and back in about five minutes. I really enjoyed it, until I started thinking about those 4 precious hours alone with her and how we usually spend it talking about our family, stories about those I never knew and some good ones about those I did. I love the ones about her parents, their love affair...The stories about my grandmother I love and could hear over and over again. More of those stories that I find so priceless.

Take some time to ask. And then make sure you listen. Remembering is harder than you think.

posted at 8:52 AM

Thursday, July 01, 2004

My Uncle Frank is dying. Not in the sense that we're all dying...It's one of those situations where they don't think he'll make it a few more hours. Isn't that awful? You live your whole life, year after year after year...and it all comes down to a final few hours.

It makes me think of what I did with my life in the past three hours. And that makes me want to vomit. It's the whole "What would you do if you knew you only had "x" amount of time left?" way of thinking. Live every day like it's your last. Dance like nobody's watching. All that stuff. I'm not very good at it.

So I just ate three Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. The little ones.

I am full of love. I have so much love inside me for so many people in my life that sometimes I think I might explode. I think often about how the way I talk or look or act can never possibly communicate this love, and that drives me even crazier. All of these people, I hope, know that I love them. And they know that it's very hard for me to express it sometimes. And hopefully they're okay with that.

What about expressing love physically? There's sex, of course. "Making love." Well, similarly, I want someone to be able to hug me or touch me and physically feel from me how much I love them. Like osmosis or E.T. or something. I can feel it from them, so I know it's possible.

Anyway. I'm rambling.

Like time...
There's always time...
On my mind.
So pass me by...
I'll be fine...
Just give me time.

posted at 1:27 PM