:: miracles ::
:: friends ::
:: Cold Stone Creamery :: cake base ice cream with reese’s peanut butter cups :: peanut butter :: and caramel or fudge, I cannot remember :: this is heavenly, if you are not allergic :: if you are allergic, than go suck a blueberry ::
:: rediscovering hot rollers :: they take the kinks out :: well, they hide them anyway ::
:: sweet sincerity ::
:: The Office ::
:: realizing somethings must change ::
:: moop ::
G: Mom! Your big bloody sore is almost gone!
M: (The thought in my little head) Are you referring to yourself?
Guess who did not wet the bed while wearing Iron Man underwear all night?
I know, I am so proud of myself.
Just kidding.
Go Gentry.
:: these guys :: 
:: these friends ::
:: a new ceiling fan in my room :: the gentle constant breeze ::
:: diet coke ::
:: direct honesty :: as opposed to a bunch of fluffy crap that you have to call up the Holmes to figure out ::
:: simplicity ::
:: getting things in order and working towards goals ::
:: Jari Love ::
:: lazy summer afternoons at the pool ::
When I grow up, I want to be nice.
Or the Loch Ness Monster. Really I don’t care much about being nice as much as honest and haunting old lakes.
And some days I really want to punch people in the face. Unsuspecting, smiley neighbors. You. Stupid drivers. Construction workers. Harmon’s.
They opened a new pool in my neighborhood on Monday, and I am starting to think I am going to get spoiled. We have been to the pool everyday this week and we are about to head to the little kiddie pool that is closer to my house. Gentry has a little white bum and a tan little back. I am slowly turning brown as well, even though I do pretty well keeping covered.
When JJ and I were in Hawaii we talked about how he would never look like a native. Being a tall, skinny, blindingly white, red head does really lead someone to fit in where everyone looks like they hang out in the sun all day everyday. Kind of like a flamingo in the crocodile house. I, on the other hand, after about a week in the sand and surf had turned brown, learned I didn’t need to do my hair or wear makeup to fit in. Also, you don’t have to be stick skinny in Hawaii, in fact the skinny folk are the ones who look like they don’t belong. Natural is what looked natural there and I appreciated that. Anyway.
The two of us that are prone to tanning in my house are soaking up the warm rays. The other guy, he is under an umbrella, fully clothed, with a hat and knee socks, a bottle of sunscreen and his iphone.
In writing and typography, a ligature occurs where two or more letter-forms are joined as a single glyph. Ligatures usually replace consecutive characters sharing common components, and are part of a more general class of glyphs called “contextual forms” where the specific shape of a letter depends on context such as surrounding letters or proximity to the end of a line. from wikipedia
In other words, it is the orgasm of type. They make a girl happy while editing pages of techy-computerized nerd documents. Aren’t those forms sexy?
We have not been on a little trip, in forever. We travel for business pretty frequently, but those are not destressers. We went to my family property in Tabiona for the weekend. We didn’t have much planned except for the the few town events which included a little chuckwagon breakfast and a small parade. It was so nice to just get away and hang out.
jj and my brother went fly fishing on the reservoir. Aubrey and I paddled around in a canoe with Gentry and her two dogs. We stayed in a tent and Gentry slept really well. I am glad to be home and also to have had a few days away from the computer and phone.
