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Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
you know.....
so i was having a conversation with a dear friend that i've known for about 15 years. after awhile, she noted how random my train of thought can be. i'm wondering why she's just picking up on this...
if you haven't watched slumdog millionaire, you should. i loved it so much i purchased the soundtrack, and it is now the soundtrack to my life. i would also like to adopt all those little kids. we'll play all day and never grown old.
as far as growing old for me i'm fearful it is too late. i worked late yesterday and got to softball right before it started. i didn't have time to stretch. poop. my first up to bat, i hit it out to right field and sprinted to first base. somewhere in between me dropping my bat and stopping on first base, my left quad decided to revolt. i hurt.
(p.s. don't tell my team, but until this spring, i've only play organized softball one summer, when i was 10. i would have played the following summer, but the next age level included fast pitch. you know those crazy windmill pitches. i valued my limbs too much.)
the finale of lost is tonight. part of me is apprehensive because of the high probability of a super huge cliff hanger. the rest of me is nausea. (but the good kind. like in high school, when i had a big game and was super excited yet also, equally super nervous.)
i used to be madly in love with the american dream. you know everyone deserves there piece of the pie, right? not anymore. i find myself digressing farther away from that whole concept. everyday, i find myself fighting to not get sucked into the whole rat race. some days, i fail horribly. and those days when i feel like i've succeeded...i can only chalk it up to the wisdom and strength God continues to give me.
spent this past saturday with my parents working outside in their yard. now i have poison ivy smack dab in the middle of my forehead. that only happens to me.
recently found out that a large ice cappuccino from tim hortons (my choice of beverage during the summer) has 20 grams of fat. needless to say, it USE to be my beverage of choice. thanks a lot canada.
emoticons. they scare me.
SO looking forward to memorial day weekend spent in chicago with old friends. equally looking forward to spending the following weekend in nyc. i always laugh the hardest when i'm with those who are the dearest.
also looking forward to apex jr./sr. high summer camp. this year i made sure to reserve a week of vacation for it. practical jokes? yes please.
sometimes i daydream about living like the boxcar kids and/or the swiss family robinsons lived. i'm jealous.
if you haven't watched slumdog millionaire, you should. i loved it so much i purchased the soundtrack, and it is now the soundtrack to my life. i would also like to adopt all those little kids. we'll play all day and never grown old.
as far as growing old for me i'm fearful it is too late. i worked late yesterday and got to softball right before it started. i didn't have time to stretch. poop. my first up to bat, i hit it out to right field and sprinted to first base. somewhere in between me dropping my bat and stopping on first base, my left quad decided to revolt. i hurt.
(p.s. don't tell my team, but until this spring, i've only play organized softball one summer, when i was 10. i would have played the following summer, but the next age level included fast pitch. you know those crazy windmill pitches. i valued my limbs too much.)
the finale of lost is tonight. part of me is apprehensive because of the high probability of a super huge cliff hanger. the rest of me is nausea. (but the good kind. like in high school, when i had a big game and was super excited yet also, equally super nervous.)
i used to be madly in love with the american dream. you know everyone deserves there piece of the pie, right? not anymore. i find myself digressing farther away from that whole concept. everyday, i find myself fighting to not get sucked into the whole rat race. some days, i fail horribly. and those days when i feel like i've succeeded...i can only chalk it up to the wisdom and strength God continues to give me.
spent this past saturday with my parents working outside in their yard. now i have poison ivy smack dab in the middle of my forehead. that only happens to me.
recently found out that a large ice cappuccino from tim hortons (my choice of beverage during the summer) has 20 grams of fat. needless to say, it USE to be my beverage of choice. thanks a lot canada.
emoticons. they scare me.
SO looking forward to memorial day weekend spent in chicago with old friends. equally looking forward to spending the following weekend in nyc. i always laugh the hardest when i'm with those who are the dearest.
also looking forward to apex jr./sr. high summer camp. this year i made sure to reserve a week of vacation for it. practical jokes? yes please.
sometimes i daydream about living like the boxcar kids and/or the swiss family robinsons lived. i'm jealous.
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