Jonathan and I are in the kitchen of our house, our first home, making the stuffing to take to Thanksgiving Dinner at my parents' house tomorrow. At this exact moment, Jonathan is on his hands and knees on the kitchen floor using a dicing tool, pounding the thyme and rosemary…
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Am I tired or sad?
It could be that the start of a new year isn't relaxing for anyone, or that my sporadic urges to be organized throw off any kind of momentum, but I'm tired. Fatigue seems to be born in my bones each morning. I slap the snooze button like I've always done,…
Sand and Sunscreen
It's been a while since I've felt sand slide under my toes, sucked playfully away by the tide. But today I stood knee-deep in the Pacific Ocean with my friends and enjoyed the soft swirling beneath my feet. I plunged my toes deep into it and splashed in the sandy…
Fun and Legendary
"My stepdad's gonna kill me! It was his ball." "So?" "So, some lady signed it." "Okay, Smalls, this is important. What was her name?" "I dunno. Ruth. Baby Ruth." "Babe Ruth?! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" In 1993, Benny "the Jet" Rodriguez got a lesson from his idol. Heroes get remembered, but legends never…
Happy Birthday, Me!
Today I wore a brand new blue shirt to work. It was a present from Jon. And while I am one of those lucky girls who receives occasional gifts-at-random from her hubby, this time he had a reason. You see, today I turned 23. This is the twenty-third birthday I've…
Little Moments Like That
Meet the newest Mr. and Mrs. Pancoast! Yes, on January 14, 2006 my brother donned his dress blues and vowed to love and cherish his sweetheart, Heather Martin, forever. The wedding day was hectic and rainy, but everything pulled together. Friends and family showed up in droves. And not even…
The Entertainer
When nothing makes any sense at all, people go gray and hard like stone, but their hearts keep right on pounding. Isn't it interesting that all of the words we use to decribe the action of the heart, our life organ, are violent words? Pounding. Beating. Thumping. The pounding heart…
December Blog Entry Part II
After three rowdy games of Taboo with the folks and Ted and Heather (whom I am hereafter going to refer to as "Teather"... because it's cute and oh-so-trendy... also, Jon's idea... and better than calling them "Hed"...), I am sleepy but happy. I love that Jon enjoys playing games with…