tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126036422012-01-15T21:33:00.938-07:00"<a href="http://ramblingcurious.blogspot.com/2005/05/road-not-taken.html">two roads</a> diverged in a yellow wood, and I, I took the one..." <br> <a href="http://ramblingcurious.blogspot.com/2005/05/dog-tails_30.html">TheDog</a> trotted down... <br>&nbsp<br> brief snapshots in time. <br>memories and thoughts. <br>disorganized and random.ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.comBlogger6231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-87503853787203633942012-01-15T21:33:00.001-07:002012-01-15T21:33:00.988-07:00

If you simply listen, you can sometimes find the answers you need. Often in the places you least expect. Getting my daily dose of caffeine this morning had me overhear part of a conversation. The only part that mattered was the statement. "It's never selfish to express what you desire." I only know a little about the situation, from what I know, he was talking about not letting anyone keep you

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I'm dizzy. Could be the cold medicine, could be the things in my life spinning out of control around me while I feel as if I'm stuck standing still in the middle of it all, just watching it spin. I know, I keep coming back for a post or two and leaving. But I need a friend to talk to, and as it has been in the past this may be just the friend I need right now. One that doesn't really know any of

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So, my sister tells me giraffe kisses are lucky. As with many things she says, I don't quite believe her. But after the giraffe licked the top of my head today, I decided I'll believe this time... I could use the luck. Otherwise I just have giraffe slobber on my head for no reason.

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So, I picked a good time to start telling my tales again. I'd pretty much written off the last guy I dated. Realized he was never going to let me know what had happened. Never let me know why things ended.About a month ago an absolute tragedy befell two of my good friends, and in my coming to grips with their loss, I tried to make sense of my own recent losses. One being a friendship that wasn't

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A lot of things have happened since last I posted. A lot having to do with the last post. Unfortunately, I think some of you saw what I couldn't. What I didn't want to believe could happen. And perhaps I'll fill in the stories, but not now. It will have to be another time.Tonight I just had to tell a short tale. A short tale of love. Standing on the slopes on Friday, my first ski day of the

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I'm trying to figure something out. I'm good at figuring things out. That's what I do. Even my bosses recognize it, and they don't seem to recognize many things I do well.But that's work. That's not relationships. Those, I'm not very good at figuring out. Maybe the problem is that I try to figure them out. Maybe I need to stop thinking so much. But I can't. It's who I am.So, there's this guy. And

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It's really hard for me to get back into the habit of things. Like writing. Or heading to the gym at lunch. I'm working on it. But my work scedule has been very inconsistent lately. Add to that the erratic and crazy pup's schedule. And you have a recipe for a very tired girl. One who feels she's not quite doing everything she needs to or wants to do. Sure I'm busy, but it's not just that. I've

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I know I'm supposed to be able to write whatever I want to here. Vent. Get out my frustrations. But I couldn't. I wasn't supposed to. And it may have been the time I needed it the most.With TheDog sick, worried about her every day. With work and other things as bad as they've been. I refrained from sharing my thoughts with you, with myself even, because he asked me not to.And then he pulled the

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What a crazy weekend. I ditched the pup with my sister and headed back to the scene of the shenanigans.I've been back a few times but this was a reunion. So lots of other people from my class. But, most importantly, two of my best friends. We stayed up late talking, toured around campus, playing the "remember whens," ate at our favorite restaurants and drank a margarita or two. Ran into people I

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Everyone, meet the new(ish) pup. Pup, meet... everyone.

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Dipping my toes in the water. Just seeing if there's anyone still out there. But I suppose it doesn't matter... I'll be telling more stories soon. Just testing out a different way to post.

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Colorado-Style Hitching Postoutside a favorite bar, Colorado(Summer, 2009) A real friend is one who walks inwhen the rest of the world walks out.Walter Winchell

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Everything's too quiet. No matter how long I stay away, when I come home the silence is deafening. There's no face in the window waiting for me. There's no wagging tail to greet me. There's no tiggering for treats. No impatient pacing waiting for our walk. Last week I had to make the hardest decision of my life. I had to say goodbye to my best friend. No matter how much I try to remember the

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The second she realized where we were she started shaking. She hates the place, and I don't blame her. Not that they're not nice to her there. Not at all. But she has been cut open a few times by them. The last time they took her back into the back room, I had to leave her there, for days. The last time, they didn't think she would make it. The last time they sent her home with me and told me to

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I was reminded this weekend that some friends won't be forever friends. That some friends are friends for a certain period of your life and then the friendship fades.Some friends I have been very close with on and off since college got together this weekend. And sitting at dinner, listening to some of them tell their stories, commandeering the conversation as if they were the only important ones,

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Snowy DaysColorado(January, 2009) If you would not be forgotten,as soon as you are dead and rotten,either write things worth reading,or do things worth the writing.Benjamin Franklin

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Yes, for those of you who stopped by since I fell off the planet, I'm still here. Alive. Good. All that. Just busy. With work and other work. Friends and family. And of course there was a trip ot two.Besides all that, my issues are still inconsequential compared to others. I've been the sounding board. To many. Some friends who were at one time too busy to talk to me about the craziness they now

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I've kept things to myself. Not shared. Every time I try to explain why I am feeling the way I do my friends or sister say I'm being too quick to judge. But there's a gut feeling. The same kind that I can't explain to him about why I think the way I do about certain issues. I don't know if I need to be more tolerant or if my trepidation is founded. And recently I haven't been in the mood to

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Red AspensColorado(October, 2008) What you are will show in what you do. Thomas A. Edison

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AspensColorado(October, 2008) No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.Aesop

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She's home. Finally. No more lights or sensors. No more IVs or oxygen tubes. Unfortunately, I can't go see her, just yet. The last time I got to hold her was nearly a week ago. But, as soon as I get over my silly sinus infection, I intend to take TheDog to visit my adorable new niece.

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It was a gorgeous fall day. I drove slowly, despite being a little on the late side. I was too busy taking in the beautiful golds and rusts of the autumn aspen leaves to hurry. I was having dinner with classmates, miles from home. After not having seen TheDog in days, after being in Texas for nearly a week prior. Work was crazy busy, but winding up the mountain roads made it slip out of my mind.

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Things have been an absolute whirlwind lately. Various stories to tell. But only one really important one. I'm an auntie! (again) My new little niece was about five weeks early and is still in the NICU, but she's doing better each day. She's beautiful and partially named after me. And I can't even imagine how much my sister wants her to come home. I can't wait to be able to hold her and spoil her

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It's my favorite season, if you don't count skiing and hiking seasons, this season of fleece pullovers and sweaters. Yes, I love fall. So why in the world am I leaving my cool evenings and mornings to head south for another week of heat? Why, the music and friends, of course. Another week of summer on repeat. Another year of listening to good tunes with great friends. I can't wait. Although I

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Some called me the organizer, others the instigator. Until recently, I guess I didn't really think anything of it. Sure I like to get my friends together. Have a bbq every now and again, plan a girls' night out, suggest a happy hour drink. A group of us went to the baseball game last night. On tickets I had exchanged from games I'd missed. A friend of a friend asked how we all knew each other.

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Just a quick woe is me moment. Feel free to ignore. It's pathetic just looking over at the number of posts per month this summer. The thing is, I haven't felt much like writing. Even before TheDog got sick. It's not that I haven't had a fun summer. But I've felt a bit like life is passing me by. With wedding festivities and baby showers and kids birthdays to celebrate with all of my friends,

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As we got closer to the place I'd been all to often lately, she started shaking. She truly hates that place. She's been there too much. As we got out of the car she looked up at me with her beautiful big brown eyes. Pleading with me not to make her go back there. I smiled at her, promising it would be quick. Promising I'd take her home. The surgeon, the other vet that sent TheDog home with me,

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My mom and sister were at my house when I got the call last week. It was the surgeon who did the exploratory surgery. She was calling to check on TheDog, and to let us know she'd gotten preliminary results on the biopsies. I looked at my mom's and sister's worried and expectant faces. Then I asked what the results were. She said the biopsies of the liver looked ok. I sighed, audibly. My sister

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The vet called Saturday morning. They were concerned. They couldn't get TheDog to eat in ICU. And she still wasn't eating more than a nibble when we went to visit Friday night. The vet suggested we try at home. For 24 hours. To see if being there was depressing her. To see if she'd be more comfortable at home. I went to pick her up. The vet was not optimistic that we could get her to eat for us.

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We heard a dog trotting down the hall as we awaited TheDog to join us in the exam room. The door opened and it was her. Looking very happy. So happy to see my mom and I, she kissed my hand, which she hadn't had the energy to do in a couple days. So happy to go outside to use the doggie facilities. So happy to go home that when she sat in protest as we tried to take her back inside, my heart broke

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The last two weeks have not been good in other areas. But last night things went to terrible where it really matters. Up all night with TheDog. After debating about what she could have eaten. Nothing. About if she could just have a bug. Doesn't appear to be so. After my boss getting mad about it, I took her in this morning. They did tests. Found nothing concrete. I'm just to watch her. If she

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Such a crazy week. Work. Work that's not work. And a very interesting course. But amidst the hectic pace, I made time to do one thing that always makes me feel like, well, me. And I did it three nights in a row. The three nights in a row makes everyone thinks I'm crazy. And I am a little. Alright, a lot.But Kevin, James and Chris sure know how to make a girl's heart skip a beat. Melting to the

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I think part of the reason I haven't been writing is because sometimes I think writing about things jinxes them. But that's just being silly, right? Still, I'm not ready to write about some things. But some I need to. Despite the new guys I've met, the last one has lingered. Continuing to text and ask me to join him for coffee. With his previously insisted let's remain friends, I agreed. I loved

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So, where was I? Oh, yes, last time I checked in I had recently met my first nephew. And then the page went blank. I know I've been remiss in writing, but it's for a very good reason. Do you believe that?Yeah, me neither. So, I realize I haven't even told my tale of the river trip two months ago. Much less my tales of possible boys that may have come into and possibly gone out of the picture. I

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I can't remember where I left off. I will get back to the trip stories, friend stories, and other tales at some point. Right now, I have a boy story. He's adorable. He's got big, big deep blue eyes. For now, anyway. Cute little toes. Long, destined-to-play-piano-like-his-mom fingers. And best of all, he likes me. He smiled at me a little bit the night I met him. That was the moment I was

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near MoabUtah(May, 2008) Only those who will risk going too farcan possibly find out how far one can go. T. S. Eliot

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A few months ago they all thought it was gone. The doctors. The patient. Her family. A clean bill of health. But back it came. Quickly. Try though she did, this time it was just too much for her. And she left behind an amazing family. One I was lucky enough to feel a part of, even being invited to Sunday family dinners. I finally was able to clear the lump that has set up permanent residence in

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I hurried back from my friend's wedding weekend festivities for Father's Day festivities with the family. It was wonderful. But the call I got from another friend's husband on the way home from my sister's was anything but. I'm sad. For her, for her family. And a little mad in the why do things like this happen to wonderful people way. I don't have the energy to think too much about it. Everytime

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I know. I still have to tell a tale or two about a river trip. The problem is, I haven't even had time to download pictures from my cameras. And what kind of trip tale would it be without the pictures?What have I been busy with? Meeting new guys, hanging out with them. Maybe even a date or two. Spending lots of quality time with friends hiking, hanging out in the mountains, having a guy in a very

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Red RocksMorrison, Colorado(June, 2008) Take the first step in faith.You don't have to see the wholestaircase, just take the first step.Martin Luther King

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Do they have to make your heart skip a beat? Right away? Or is attraction or interest something that can grow as you get to know someone. I've been fully consumed by the butterflies and weak knees only to have those feelings wane. I've been not-so-interested, only to become more interested. But the latter has never grown to the butterflies. Never become the person I can't wait to see, wait to

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The plan was to skip out on work a tad early to exchange cars. Stopping by the car wash on the way, to remove the sand from the trip before returning the barge to my dad. The quick exchange turned into a marathon shopping, dinner, and coffee evening. The perfect distraction from a day spent quibbling with my siblings about what to do for Father's Day, and whether I was a terrible daughter simply

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It seems self-indulgent. To tell stories of trips and boys and friends. When my friend is barely hanging on. I could barely look at her today. She didn't want to look at me. We'd both start crying if we did. I don't know what to say. She doesn't want me to say anything. She wants to keep her mind off of what's going on. I understand. I reassured her of what she already knows. That I'm here for

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I'm home. Safe. Despite swimming a rapid and nearly being washed out of camp a night or two. (Thanks for the concern, Jeremy.) But tales will have to wait. I can't seem to remember the fabulous about the trip, when a wonderful friend of mine told me some terrible news tonight. Please keep my friend's mom in your thoughts and prayers. Her family's been through too much already. They need a miracle

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I'm off to float a couple of rivers. Have a great week everyone! San Juan RiverUtah(May, 2007) To be nobody but yourself -- in a world which is doing its best,night and day, to make you like everybody else -- means to fightthe hardest battle which any human being can fight,and never stop fighting.e.e. cummings

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The phone rang. My stomach flipped. A grin spread across my face. It could have been either of them. They both said they would call. And I was looking forward to talking to both of them. The butterflies subsided as I looked at the caller id. It was my friend calling to talk about the trip. Our conversation was interesting and entertaining, as it always is. Reminding me that friendship is the most

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I'm not entirely sure how, but my only weekend at home not sick since March left me no time at all for actually being at home. Between happy hours and BBQs, between cd release parties and trip planning beers, and of course Mother's Day festivities, my weekend slipped away. All of it was extremely fun. But it left me feeling overwhelmed. Now I have to get ready for a garage sale and the trip in

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Sitting around the biggest table they had, with the family, being offered a Mother's Day rose, despite the fact that, as my brother quickly pointed out, I am not a mother. As everyone was passing around and opening cards, I just sat there watching. Then my Dad handed me a card. From TheDog. It was sappy, and made me tear up a little. I looked over at my mom to tell her thank you, and she smiled

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Reflectionnear Frisco, Colorado(September, 2007) Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.Confucius

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I finally got to see my sis. She finally felt better. Better enough to join my mom and I for dinner before the show. Dinner was fantastic. The show was nothing to write (home) about. But the time with my mom and sister was wonderful. We talked about Mother's Day, and Father's Day plans. Began planning for a baby shower.My sister looks great. That glowing pregnant great. And happy. Really happy.

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A game with new and old friends. It was supposed to be partly about figuring out the trip. We got to talking and laughing and perhaps drinking a few too many beers. We forgot about the planning. We leave in a little over a week. I'm trying to figure out a few things. But there doesn't seem to be a sense of urgency on his part. Maybe mine is because my friends keep asking what the deal is. I don't

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We dragged ourselves out of bed the next morning and headed for coffee. Then, realizing checkout was much nearer than we thought, we quickly packed. After saying goodbye to a couple of the girls until the wedding, we checked our bags with the hotel, and wandered up the strip in search of a little hair o' the dog. In the blazing desert sun. By the time we found a patio with tables shaded by

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After a little early morning confusion over a surprise-for-the-bachelorette reservation, we grabbed coffee and a quick breakfast. Then a few of us headed to the pool, and got settled in, ready to surprise the bride. To hear her tell it, she was wondering how you get so lucky as to lounge in the poolside pavilions as they walked up, and was pleasantly surprised to find we'd arranged just that for

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Once we arrived at the hotel, we grabbed a Bloody Mary and a little breakfast. Then waited for our room to be ready while resting poolside enjoying a fruity cocktail or two. After checking in, and waiting for far too long for our bags to be delivered up to our rooms, we went in search of a little snack of wine and cheese. Giggling during stories of toys and QVC-like ways to sell them, watched

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We had a slogan for the weekend. One I shudder to type, as it may very well get the wrong sort of person stopping by. But the way we came up with it is funny, so I suppose the story should be told... When shopping with the bachelorette before the trip, another friend who was meeting us for the weekend asked me what we were all taking to wear. I texted her back something to the effect of, We're

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... wait, what happened in Vegas? Some don't remember, some prefer not to say, some just grin slyly, making those that ask imagine the worst. And that's just fine with me. We had a fantastic time. There are stories. Some I will tell, some I can't. They're not mine to tell. Right now I have to drag myself to work. It's going to be a long day.

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An evening of excruciating swimsuit shopping. Made bearable by the sweet sales girl at the swimsuit shop and the incredibly nice women in the dressing room insisting I buy the awesome dress and top for Vegas. Closing the mall for the second night in a row. I left feeling slightly defeated. (Don't get me started on how much I hate shopping when I have a deadline and something in mind that should

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It's over. Finally. I finally feel like I have time to breathe. After we wrapped up the technical back-and-forth on Friday, I enjoyed a margarita with my fellow board members. We congratulated each other on a job well done. Very well done, in my completely unbiased opinion. Declining various offers of another margarita, we got everything packed up. Then I headed home to quickly pack some more. Up

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Asked by a friend why I let his text bother me, the only response I could come up with was I don't know. I also don't know why sitting in the sunshine on the deck gazing out at snow-covered peaks a few days ago, the thought that popped into my head was of him. That he would have enjoyed the day. The sun. The beer on the deck. I enjoyed the day. It was amazing. The company was amazing. But sitting

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Kept up by an old man's uncomfortable cries. Sleeping through the alarm. Leaving late for work. None of that a big deal. Until the text calling me on it. Three words, making me a little sad and a little mad at the same time. He's still tugging the strings. Two months later. He's still checking in on me. It bothered me. For a while. Then I got a few calls from other guys. One to pick up the old

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Mountain ViewBerthoud Pass, Colorado(March, 2008) As a well spent day brings happy sleep,so life well used brings happy death.Leonardo Da Vinci

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Concentration is eluding me. There is one week until the big day. The pinnacle of my last year. And I don't really care anymore. There's too much family stuff going on. More important than my job and work other than work . I've been spending lots of time with my mom. My sister had no interest in joining us when we asked her to long ago, before she was expecting. But now she's mad. Jealous even. I

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Thank you everyone for your well wishes for my sister and the wee one. She's home from the hospital, but still not feeling that much better. At least baby is doing well. Even if mom feels terrible. Other entertaining stories soon. Promise.

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My mom e-mailed to tell me my brother-in-law had taken my sister to the hospital. I immediately called his cell. No answer. I called my parents. My mom answered. Supposedly she's alright. Just ridiculously dehydrated from "morning" sickness. I plan to stop by after my meeting anyway. To be sure. I'm sure I should cancel my meeting, as I won't be able to concentrate. But getting it over with so

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It tasted so wonderful. And it wasn't even my favorite kind. But apparently a nearly two-month hiatus from all kinds will make any kind taste like nectar from the gods. Although it was only a beer. It was delicious. Perhaps made even better by being free. And the exchanges of laughter and the entertaining stories that accompanied it. Inevitably, the crowd started to dwindle until it was only two.

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I kept hearing something downstairs. Like something or someone was moving around down there. I mentally assessed what would happen if it were like the last time. But I knew that I set the alarm before I went to bed. And locked the steel part of the doggie door. So it couldn't be. But I kept hearing the noises. I was too tired, or perhaps just too scared, to do anything more than check to be sure

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Rainbow in ParadiseMaui, Hawaii(April, 2005) Everyone chases after happiness,not noticing that happiness is at their heels. Bertolt Brecht

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The only word that comes to mind. My weekend was even exhausting. Even my day off before was. Good exhausting. Friends and family exhausting. Baby shower and Easter brunch with extended family exhausting. Work, and work other than work are more than exhausting. But work should lighten up after next week. And three more for work other than work. Then I'll sleep. Hopefully.

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There we were, mother and daughters, in a baby store, of all places. And none of us knew what anything was. Many didn't exist when my mom became a mom. And my sister and I have no idea what most are, despite our years of babysitting. But this trip was unlike all the other such day-before-baby-shower trips I'd made. Sure, we were there for my sister-in-law. Which is very fun, because we got to buy

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Just as we were finishing up our margaritas, as I was finishing up my story of how the last one ended, my phone beeped. I ignored it, assuming it was just my brother again. But then he got up to use the facilities, and I checked it. Fully prepared for a smart-ass remark back to my brother. The name that came up made my breath catch a little. Sitting there with my friend telling the story of him,

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My "weekend" started with a quick drink with a friend. To start the planning for our upcoming trip. My third. Trip, not drink. These days I can only handle one. Drink, not trip. Our friendship has been rough at times. After the trip last year I almost wrote the friendship off completely. But our hanging out since and our planning get-together changed that. Drinks turned into dinner. Conversation

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I can't even begin to describe the craziness of this weekend. Of the end of last week. So I won't. Not tonight. Tonight I will get some sleep so that I resemble a human being tomorrow. So that perhaps tomorrow I can begin to describe the goings on of the past few days. Nothing too earth-shattering. Just lots and lots of busy and some great news.

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SpringColorado(May 2006) He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand andwalk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying. Friedrich Nietzsche

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I love me a great John Cusack movie. I love, LOVE High Fidelity. Music slant helps, of course. The wandering through his top five girlfriends to figure out maybe where he went wrong, or maybe where he went right, always strikes a chord. I do this, too. Particularly around break-up time. I start wondering. Start what-if-ing. Start questioning if I am a good girlfriend. The last one told me I was a

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It's a question from a grade school essay, I'm sure. But it keeps getting repeated. In job interviews, in random conversation, in online dating questionnaires. Who has most influenced you? Way back when, when I wanted to impress teachers, and likely my dad, I used to say things like Einstein and Leonardo daVinci. And I'm sure it's still a little true today. Yes, I'm that much of a nerd. But now

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Usually focus is a good thing. Usually I determine that there's something I want, and I figure out what I need to do to get it. But lately I think I may be too focused. And then there's the problem of not really knowing how to go about getting what I want. It's so much easier when it has to do with things that are straight-forward. Like work. Or play. Or most everything. What's not easy is having

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Happy St. Patty's Day! I'm a little bit Irish, and not just on St. Patty's Day, like some. But as such, I like to gather friends to celebrate this time of year. Friday the girls headed out for happy hour. For hours we laughed and talked and teased the guys at the end of the table who were borrowing a few chairs until the rest of our friends showed up. Saturday some of the same friends headed

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Snowy Park near the HudsonNew York(February 2008)Unless you try to do something beyond what you have alreadymastered, you will never grow. Ralph Waldo Emerson

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It started out windy. And a little cold. But the sun came out as we ran into another friend with her dog. A beautiful walk with a great friend, TheDog, and my sister's dog. A mostly sunny evening in the park following a great meeting. Then dinner with my mom. Some days, even the very heavy weight of work obligations and other problems can be easily lifted by a feeling of confidence and competence

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I don't do this too often, but this once I couldn't resist. Why do we like outdoor clothing, shorts whenever it's above 40 degrees, vintage T's? We, of course, being white people. Kristy pointed me to a gem of a site. And by me I of course mean all of the zillions of iifs who read her blog. I laughed out loud. So if you, like me, need a little laugh, mostly at yourself, check out Stuff White

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I was home working, when they called. The were headed to the second bar. Where earlier I'd said I would love to meet them. But I was exhausted, so I almost didn't venture out. The doc had said only earlier today that I needed to sleep more. Relax more. I was prepared to follow doctors orders. If only I hadn't been the one who had earlier talked them into a second bar. So after I let the call go

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It's been an interesting week so far. Last minute dinner invitations to crash another family's weekly dinner. A river permit appearing in the mail. Calls from old friends. Walks with the dog and a friend. And a text from the boy. It certainly hasn't been dull. Yes, an out of the blue text from the boy. My friends all tell me I should not be nice to him. They may very well be right. But I just

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I left straight from work to head South. Dinner with the family for my Dad's birthday. A marathon restaurant excursion that tried everyone's nerves just a little. Slow from the beginning, we had plenty of time to share stories and scheme for upcoming celebrations. From my sister's upcoming birthday surprise to my sister-in-law's baby shower.My favorite story was whispered to me by my niece. She

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Snowy DayNew York(February 2008)One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life.That word is love. Sophocles

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Driving back and forth to the mountains twice in one weekend, so I could hang out with work friends old and new. Everyone thought I was crazy. Skipping the beautiful ski day to attend a good friend's shower back down in the city then heading back up. But I wanted to hang out with everyone Friday night. It's always the fun night. And it was, just luckily not quite as fun as in years past. As I had

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The rain streaked the window as we awaited our turn. The drops had started falling sometime after being dropped off, yet before walking the line to the plane. It was almost as if the tears I felt but could not yet cry were falling from the sky. The sadness set in as I settled into my seat, knowing there was no one looking forward to my return. Leaving the warmth of my college roommate's kitchen

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St. ElmoColorado(Auguet 2007)The life of the individual only has meaning insofar as it aids in making the life of every living thing nobler and more beautiful. Life is sacred, that is to say, it is the supreme value to which all other values are subordinate.Albert Einstein

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Perhaps I am naive. I know I've been naive about friendships, relationships, even jobs. This is a new one, though. I actually thought restaurant week was an opportunity for restaurants to show off a little, attract a few new customers. Apparently I was wrong. Very wrong. I was only going to be in town for two nights of the entire week, so I made reservations weeks ago. One night with the boy, one

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Still not inspired to write about my trip. Could be that the stories aren't all that exciting for others to read. Could be that I think I'm coming down with the flu. Could be the mountains of work waiting for me. Or the mountains of baby shower invitations and such also waiting. Could be that my brain is still hung up on a few things the boy said lately. And whether or not they dignify any

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I'm home. But absolutely exhausted. Not that it wasn't a fantastic trip. Not that I did much besides relax in the company of amazing friends for the last six days. But somehow traveling home, the book I read, the messages before, during and after my trip stole every last ounce of my energy. Sleeping in my own bed will help. As will just being home. If only TheDog were back from her spa vacation

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I know I've said it a thousand times, but I love my friends. Some of them must be somewhat psychic. They somehow know to call, e-mail, IM or text me just when I need it most. A quick check-in to see how I'm doing. With some I know to answer that I'm getting by. With some I can be honest and tell them flat out that I'm actually feeling rather crappy. The ones I can be honest with are the ones who

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There's been an emptiness in my life. For a long time. Something missing. Or some things missing. I've tried to fill it through various means. Diversions. Distractions. Some kept me busy for a while. Others didn't even begin to fill the hole. None seemed to work completely. Finally the papers came along with a bit towards getting things back to where they were. It would never truly be back. But

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Friends at work indulging me with you're better offs and a glass of red with my lunch. My mom insisting that even though she liked him, he wasn't the one for me. My sister calling him a fool when she said she'd watch TheDog for the night. I know they were all trying to make me feel better, but I'd rather just not think about it. Which is why I neglected the work I should have caught up on over

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I honestly cannot believe that those may very well be the last three words I ever hear from him. A guy who I thought might be my one. A guy with whom I spent some of the best months I can remember. A guy who told me he'd always talk to me. A guy who is apparently a complete coward. It's been three days since he wrote those words after I called and he was shorter than short with me. Annoyed with

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Ski DayColorado(January 2008)That best portion of a good man's life;his little, nameless, unrememberedacts of kindness and love.William Wordsworth(1770-1850, British Poet)

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I got wished a heartfelt Happy Valentine's Day by just about everyone but the one person I really wanted to hear it from. Sure he had significant issues at work. And sure he said it this morning on a little screen. But it's not the same. Despite our plans, I spent my night solo. I just wish I mattered at least as much as his job, or his friend in need. Valentine's Day cards from a friend far away

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It's always so reassuring when someone seems to be going through a similar situation. You root for them. Even hope their situation works out as you hope yours will. But you can sometimes see things in another's you're too close to see in your own. Every new post of Betty's, I root for her. Hope she finds what she's looking for. And think I know what she should and shouldn't do. I realize I know

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Some say the only person that knows more about you than your bartender is your hairdresser. Since I don't have a bartender anymore, I guess my hairdresser is the one. As he cut my flirty hair (his term, not mine), we talked about relationships. He insisted I stop letting the boy get away with giving me less than I want. He told me to either stop complaining that I want more, or do something about

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I knew I was going to have to ask. Have to clarify our situation. But I almost didn't want to. I almost preferred to just go with having fun and not worrying about what the future held. Sometimes when I get comfortable I don't mind the status quo, don't want to rock the boat. But I knew the time was coming when I had to find out. Lately I'm the only one insisting on plans. I don't know if it's

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