Unwelcome Home

I came home yesterday at 9pm after being gone all day, and found a horrible surprise at my house. Someone had kicked in my door and burglarized my house! Yes, they took the laptops, my new camera, ipods and a bunch of dvds, but what really steamed us was when we realized that these darn thieves had snitched our PILLOWCASES!

Thank you to everyone who has been so encouraging and helpful in the past 24 hours, and thanks to our deputy sheriff, J. Reid.

Important Notice for the Residents of Madrona Beach on Camano Island...
Perhaps, the mis-spelled word is why Madrona Beach residents disregard the above notice and dig away to their hearts content when the tide is down.

Mugs of Tea

I am guilty of leaving a trail of of mugs and teacups behind me, half-full and tepid. I wake up in the morning, make a cup of tea and carry it to whatever chosen perch of mine to spend time in prayer. I get distracted, leave the mug behind and later make another cup, forgetting that I already had one, now cold and lonely. After a day of this, I might wander around and find the various drinking vessels scattered around the house, one on a windowsill, another on a dresser, and perhaps one in the laundry room on the dryer. I will even find some, days old, with the milk beginning to curdle in the brownish pale tea.

My obsession with tea started really after my return from Switzerland a few years ago. I moved in with a family, whose head is a British man. Their youngest son started drinking tea as a toddler, holding the china teacup carefully and sipping as elegantly as a Lord. The tea canister would run low at times, and a quiet fight would ensue to see who would get downstairs first the next morning to get that last cup of tea.

Still today, I find that I love to open the new box of tea from the store, breathing in the aroma of the tea leaves and packing my canister full with the round tea bags. Though I love a good cup of coffee, tea has taken that supreme place of that first drink in the morning.

Spring Fever

I can definately feel it. Does anyone else go crazy in the spring like I do? I feel this wave of unmotivation toward anything even remotely mundane and a total drive toward anything spontaneous and adventurous.

Want to skip work, eat lunch at 10am on top of a mountain pass? I'll be there.

Desire ice cream at 2am? Count me in.

Feeling the itch to swim the Pacific in April? I'll beat you too it.

Howl at the moon? Yep. Sounds like a plan.

Want to climb telephone poles wearing raingear covered in grease? uh... well, maybe not THAT.

There's not a lot on the internet that will make me cry,

but Billy Collins Action Poetry

makes me cry with happiness.

Sheer Joy.

Check out "The Country"

EGG HUNT: nothing better.

New Favorite Song

"The Story" from The Story, Brandi Carlile.

all of these lines across my face tell you the story of who i am...

Dreams About Me

Occasionally, I get these phone calls or emails from someone saying, "I had the craziest dream about you last night." Invariably they are the same, involving me, some guy I am about to marry and some other kind of shenanigans.

Not today. I did get an email, but the dream is worth repeating because it's probably the most hilarious, at least today, thing ever. The dreamer's name will remain anonymous, but it is worth mentioning that she is prego.

So, I dreamt last night that you were taking these vitamins that made your nose
hairs grow at insanely fast rates. Like long and curled up and over your
nose…sticking out and AWFUL…RREALLY BAD!!!

You were at a loss at
what to do about it because you couldn’t groom them fast enough b/f they grew
again.

In a moment of sadness, you went to “wander” through Wall
Mart. You’d heard that the only thing I’d craved so far is Sweet Tarts, but that
I wouldn’t allow myself any, so you thought it would be “really funny” to make
me MASSIVE Easter basket full of every type of Sweet Tart imaginable b/c
you wanted to be the person that made me give into my craving. You put this big
basket together and brought it to me on Easter Sunday. You were SO excited!
BUT…you left your nose hair trimmer that you’d found at Wall Mart in the basket
and were so embarrassed. But it was a special one that only Wall Mart carried to
“radically remove” those “pesky” nose hairs. Ha!

Then I woke up.

Any interpretations?

Reese's Pieces

In 3rd grade, I used to buy these everyday at the school store. I ate them so much that by the time I reached 4th grade I was so sick of them that I couldn't eat them for years. So, from their website I gather that the birthday of Reese's Pieces was in 1978.

I'm older than this candy?!

omg.

I'm ancient.

You might argue that the reason I liked Reese's so much in 3rd grade was because it was ET's favorite candy. However, I did not see the movie ET until the late 90s, so that's not it at all. Acutally, my friend Sally, whose opinion was the one that mattered in 1983, said it was her favorite, so it became mine defacto.

Did I even use that term properly?

Possibilities of what to spend my Tax Return on:

1. First Edition Lord of the Rings 3 Volume Set: $1040.00

2. Fireplace Screen: $290.00

3. River City Deer Grandfather Clock:

$9749.99 (I'd only have a down payment on this one...

4. Kona Queen Kikapu Mountain Bike 2007: $1899.00

**Hint** These items also make good graduation gifts....

New Fun

Twitter.

try it, and add me as your friend.

yes, i am an addict for weird internet social interaction things.

What?

Snow? Yes, I found snow/ice/slush on top of my car this morning...

It's April for cryin' out loud. I guess I spoke too soon about flip-flop season. I am pushing for spring though and what better way to ignore the cold than to go get a Blizzard after lunch? A Heath Blizzard.

Now that it's April, it is officially flip-flop time.

Things of note this weekend:

1. waffle cookies from holland
2. phone call from old friend
3. new IM friend
4. hail, and a dropping of the temp 10 degrees in about 30 minutes
5. silly string
6. new dress
7. no one played an april fool's joke on me