something my dad used to sing

There was a girl

There was a boy

If they had met they might have found a world of joy
But she lived on the morning side of the mountain
And he lived on the twilight side of the hill
They never met, they never kissed
And they will never know what happiness they missed
For she lived on the morning side of the mountain
And he lived on the twilight side of the hill
For love's a rose that never grows
Without the kiss of the morning dew
And every Jack must have a Jill
To know the thrill of a dream that comes true
And you and I are just like they
For all we know our love is just a kiss away
But you are on the morning side of the mountain
And I am on the twilight side of the hill
For love's a rose that never grows
Without the kiss of the morning dew
And every Jack must have a Jill
To know the thrill of a dream that comes true
And you and I are just like they
For all we know our love is just a kiss away
But you are on the morning side of the mountain
And I am on the twilight side of the hill

TRI

This weekend I participated in a sprint triathlon. It was wonderful. I signed up for it sort of randomly, a few days before the event, and invited a friend to do it with me. It was a great way to start my Saturday, and I don't even know where I placed or anything. It felt good to do something, my exercise that day was toward a goal. I do wish the swim was longer, because it's one of my better events and I don't even have time to get an advantage on it. The point is, I'm so glad I did it.

always hoping

i am a hoper
i am always hoping for things
full of hope
getting my hopes up
not just big things to turn out a certain way
little things too
it's just that i realized this recently
it came to my attention when i was hoping for something
then telling myself not to be silly
then being unable to not get my hopes up
and then it didn't happen
and it wasn't a big deal
it wasn't anything that was a major disappointment
just funny
and i realized i do this all the time
and sometimes it is big
mostly they're not

i am always hoping

pretty things

I've always wanted to create pretty things. I used to love to draw and do art when I was younger-- actually, I still do. I got into sewing and quilting for the same reason, to make nice things. Even cooking and baking, which I love, stem from my desire to make nice things, food that is pretty to our mouths. I like writing because sometimes we write things that are beautiful.

Lately, some pretty things I can't stop thinking about creating and designing and making are
pretty dresses
pretty cupcakes
pretty collages
pretty jewelry
pretty hair
pretty weddings
pretty presents
pretty shirts
pretty pasta
pretty photos
pretty pictures
all just pretty.

Sugar and spice and everything nice- that is what I want to make things of (definitely some spice needs to be there).

yes, a case of the mondays

Oh man, yesterday I had a wild case of THE MONDAYS. It was just that the day seemed to go by so slowly. Every bit of it dragged on, even my lunch break outside (how can a break from work, outside, eating, drag on?). When I picked up the boysies from Stanford, the only response to "How was work?" I could bust out was "Bluhhhhhhg," a sort of growl/groan.

A case of the Mondays — refers to expressions of frustration at one's job (especially on Mondays);

SO, I'm thinking the reason for that was because it was my first work day back from Trinity, and I do miss playing at the lake, despite the super smoky sky there. But I am doing much better today, I suppose I just wanted to share my story of THE CASE OF THE MONDAYS.