Wednesday, March 28, 2007


Park life

Sunday, March 25, 2007


Decisions decisions

Okay, once again we've reached the last day of another weekend. What to do? Let's see. We could... we could go to Lowe's and spend lots of money for some of the home improvement projects we pinky swore we'd do. Or grab little girl and head for the park for some kite action. OR get really motivated and go to the zoo or aquarium! Or watch our latest delivery from Netflix. Or retake life-altering tests.

Zoo it is!

Thursday, March 22, 2007


Little Girl

Wednesday, March 21, 2007


Blossom by blossom the spring begins

It is the first day of spring, and I have never been so happy for a change of season. I've been waiting patiently for the first blades of green grass, the budding trees, chatter of birds, smell of rain, renewal. It is a time of growth and new beginnings. I am ready to begin again. I am ready for the spring.

Monday, March 19, 2007


In or out

Thursday, March 08, 2007


Still breathing

A dozen days into my twenty-ninth year and life hasn’t turned into the tragedy my twenty-eight-year-old brain imagined it would. Actually, twenty-nine feels much the same as twenty-eight, which most days makes it easy for me to conveniently forget that I’ve just celebrated another birthday and have become a year older. Probably not the healthiest way to deal with the marching of time and the whole inescapable stop at the end bit, but it works for now.

I don’t really know why this was the hard birthday. It’s not that I think I’m old now. C’mon. Twenty-nine? Not old. (Remember that, Katie.) It just took such an amazingly short amount of time to reach the end of my twenties, so I imagine it will take an equally short time to get to, say, 40, then 50. And as I sat there on my birthday, telescoping time, I suddenly found myself thinking about death (who does that?), and those conversations with myself never end well. At all. I can hardly wait to go back to some of my more regular distractions, like my weight issues, work, the eventual fate of the universe, my awkward attempts at being a good mom and even more awkward attempts at being a good person.

Thirty will be better.

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