Saturday, February 28, 2009


My friend Vonna bought my Lava Goddess today. This bead is one of my favorites, and I am thrilled she is going to a wonderful person and jewelry designer!

Friday, February 27, 2009

Ahhhh, maturity

So tonight was our first soccer game. We had our asses handed to us on a platter. 12-1. Seriously.

But I had FUN.

Now years ago, I would have been enraged at both my performance and that of my teammates (who are also coworkers). It wouldn't have mattered that many of them have never played before, or if they have, it has been a few years for them. But tonight, I saw that they tried hard, and that I tried hard. I pulled something in my ass, both hip sockets are grinding like rusty metal, and I am so exhausted I have the shakes.

But I had FUN.

Maturity. Who knew?

(Of course, make no mistake - next week I plan on making the other team cry for their mommies. :) )

Monday, February 23, 2009

ooooo, shiny!

Yes, the atrociously bad grammar kills me (in a bad way), but this is still funny! (Don't think any less of me, Suzanne!)

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Hot, Hot, Hot

When the woman who makes the food says it is hot, hot, hot - believe her. My eyeballs are sweating.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Escape Fantasies, Then and Now

Throughout my life, I've often have escape fantasies. Sometimes gerneral (anywhere but here), sometimes very specific (Spain). The practical, logical part of my brain knows that problems will follow no matter where I go, but it was always fun to think of where else I could be.
My escape fantasy now simply involves building a new house so I can build my glass studio exactly how I want it. :)

Friday, February 6, 2009


Dancing with the bones of my buried past.

-- DOA, Foo Fighters

Inner Demons

As my measly posts here have indicated, I have been flat-out addicted to FaceBook lately. I've never been a fan of dwelling in the past. High school - you could never, ever pay me enough money to go back. And my twirling years, those memories are all locked away tight, only popping up occasionally in scary dreams. But now that I'm on FB, I've hooked up with HS peeps and even peeps from my twirling years. No, I am not saying any of my friends on FB caused me any pain or misery in my previous lives. They just represent previous incarnations of me that I was happy to leave in the distant past. This has put me in a contemplative mood. Does time heal all wounds? Was all my misery only in my head? Am I *gasp* mature?

I raise my glass to you, Inner Demons. !Salud!