Tuesday, December 8, 2009


Happy 7 month anniversary!

Month 1 was fun getting to know each other
Month 2 had adventure as we toured Mexico
Month 3 had some sparks as we watched fireworks
Month 4 we took our first road trip to Austin
Month 5 we celebrated my bday country style and also tried our hand at the CFC
Month 6 we took our 2nd trip to Vegas this time
Month 7 feelings became stronger as we told each other we loved one another.
Month 8…..


Tuesday, November 24, 2009


Keegan – For your inexplicable amazement -- you’re a rockstar in the making!

Bailey – For having an even bigger heart than Mother Theresa.  Without you, my life would be less. 

Dad – The sweetest professor…the person I could listen to for days.  You are magnificent to hug and even better to love.  I’m the luckiest girl on the planet!

Mom – For always stepping up and taking the reins when any of us feels like we lost it.  You define the difference between the strong and the weak.

Pete – For making every moment combustible, your Cheshire grin, and how you just fit me in every way possible.  You compliment my life. 

Shawne - For being my most devoted supporter and the most thoughtful person I know.  For all your advice…all of it logical and wise.  The sound of your voice in the mornings…the way you evoke cheer, tranquility and hope.

Gina - For your warmth, your smile, and your choice in purses.  For calling out BS and then edifying me.  For being huggable, for those crown and cokes, and for your omnivorous behavior when I need someone to have my back.  Hee hee!

Steph - For your crazy-fun and righteous comments…the very elevators here at work miss you.  Oh, and for keeping mutiny an interesting place.

Kemberly – For your gorgeous smile, your fresh perspective, and your absolute magnetism.  For making every instance when I see you feel like Christmas.  Houston is even sweeter when you are here.

Brooke – For your kindness, the way your eyes smile, and your solid commitment to girl power!  I wish I were 15 years younger so I could be your best friend and not just your aunt.

Savannah - For being such a sweetie and the only girl who can rock a side ponytail! 

Mitzi – For being one of my favorite regulars, your hilarious comments, your flawless love and devotion, and for putting others’ needs above your own.

Julie – For your gentle sarcasm and wit, your vision, and your brilliance that shepherds you to fulfillment and beyond.

Tammy – For giving time you don’t have, making those around you the spotlight, and your ability to hug with your words.  You’re more apple-flavored than New York!

Angela – For your merriment, tenderness, and our glittery adventures out on the town – I gnash my teeth when I have to miss our get-togethers.

Jenni West – my sister…I wish you were around the bunker more often…I miss your ridiculous good humor!

Chrissy – for being so cutely matter-of-fact about everything, forgiving me for my senseless occasional omission of you, as well as, your excellent taste in GFs and for simply getting me.

Tim – For your never-failing “I love you’s” at every visit or phone call, for beating my ass with a pillow when I was too small to defend myself, for reppin’ the dirty dirty like it’s your God-given duty to...and for being unforgettable…no matter what you think.

Joey – For your support and encouragement at a moment when I truly needed it.  Not just one time, but every time.

Erin - For being part of my fondest childhood memories.

Fred – For your solid liquor recommendations when I was too young to drink, your sense of chivalry, and your magic with hair.

Deana - The fact that you live so fiercely, makes me want to pirouette…that is, when you’re not insulting a boy’s accent and mustard yellow shirt.  But for the way you think and how you articulate it, we wouldn’t be the same without all your flavor.

Yvette – For awakening a latent desire to reconnect with the strength I once was.

Wendee – For your exuberance!  You’re another phenomenal woman who keeps this place balanced.

Matt – For your loyalty, your steady presence…you are so gallant and talented.

Shanna and Stacey – Hello, gorgeousness!  I’m thankful for the “twin” facts that you exist.

Dana – For the times you claimed my Ricky Schroeder or Kirk Cameron make-believe husband as your own, for leaving your teeth marks on my butt cheek, and hiding from boys on the playground…for your 26 years of friendship, I heart you!

Jason & Marc – For because of you, I will forever treasure Astroworld in lieu of our 17 years of friendship!  Btw, our reunion is way overdue!

Josh – For being a welder of clever thoughts.  Just when I think I’ve slipped something in a status update that will go utterly unnoticed, you will note it, appreciate it and make me all swoony that you did.

Darren – For allowing me the victory of bare-foot races on DeMilo Dr.  You single-handedly make FB more fun, and have an interesting handle on life.

Daniela – For exceptionally memorable experiences and trusting me with scissors…I remember you and smile.

Katie – For our assloads of fun in high school and your steadfast loyalty to punk!  You understand that art is just as important as science.

Landon – For your heart’s as big as Texas, and your dedication for staying in touch with those you care about makes me gleeful.  I’ve got your six, and I know this.

Em -- For hand-knit scarves that feel like hugs.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009


Everyone tell me a man who writes poetry is a keeper. Another piece by my admirer...

From our first meeting at lunch,
I knew it would only be a matter of time that I loved you a bunch,
From your beautiful smile,
To your awesome style,
From you kissable lips,
To below your hips,
I love how you always giggle,
And your cute little walk with that sweet little wiggle,
I hope you know how much I care,
And the life for us I plan to share,
I hope this poem brings a smile to your face,
And a big fat kiss when I see you later at your place.


Sunday, November 1, 2009


Thursday, August 27, 2009


Thursday, August 13, 2009


There was this year in high school, when I was obsessed with creative writing and poetry, and I was listening to Bjork on repeat while I wrote angst poetry into a tattered notebook.

I dated a hippy/surfer boy who was 2 years older than me and immature as hell but I put up with it because we did crazy, spur-of-the-moment things and he was ridiculously gorgeous. When he went to college, he lived in an old apartment walking distance from the English department and even though it had a bedroom he usually slept on the couch and never did his dishes.

We would spend a Friday night eating burritos, drinking beer, and waiting for his laundry to dry at the laundromat while he read me stupid poems he had written in his own tattered notebook about me, mashed potatoes, and some sad life that he thought he had (which was actually quite luxurious and comfy). We thought we were so cool.

It was a tumultuous time in my life having moved from the inner city to the country due to my father’s new marriage to a woman I loathed. I was the only one not happy about all the newness enveloping our family. But I was there. Stuck.

Except I wasn’t. I was merely laying the foundation for my life. And learning. I was learning not to waste time on obnoxious 19 year old boys, no matter how good looking they might be. I was learning that wisdom and acceptance would be the medicine to fix me. and that in order to do something with myself I needed to stop being so self absorbed and become aware of who and what was around me.

I could never see those things when I was 17. Or 21. I thought I knew everything.

and really, I knew nothing.

It wasn’t until my 30’s that I experienced that “ah-ha” moment. That moment where everything I absorbed in the passing years all rolled up together and hit me, head on, like a big Mack truck.

I have more than I ever needed. More than I ever deserved. I’m in such a good place – it’s where I belong. But God had to show me the not-so-good so that I would appreciate the great.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


I think all mothers rock. Single. In a relationship. Married. Lesbian. Straight. Bi. Blue. Green. Purple.  You get the idea.

The only thing that really matters is that they love their children and do their best to raise them to be honest, kind, and respectful of others.

Truthfully, I’m a bit in awe of single mothers because I don’t know how we do it sometimes!  Being a mama is hard enough when there's a daddy around to help out.  Not to toot my own horn, but we women who carry that responsibility all on our own are a special sort of superhero.  IMHO.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


Monday, June 15, 2009


Wednesday, June 3, 2009


I worked from home today, and apparently I had been missed. What a treat to open emails such as this.

Days grow long when you are not there,
I miss your smell and your blonde hair,
I hope for the chance that we might meet,
Because you are so cute, adorable and sweet,
Fresh in my mind your image will stay,
As I think of you all though out the day.

Pete Roach

Wednesday, May 27, 2009


Friday, February 27, 2009


Welcome to my new and improved blog.  Not improved in the sense that I have all these fantastical layouts and graphics like most other bloggers out there, but new in the sense that the old news (and old flames) has been purged.

Unfortunately, however, I don't have time to write today.  See you again soon!
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