Saturday and Sunday, April 19 and 20

Happy birthday, little sister.  25 will potentially suck, but I think things get better from there.  I’ll keep you posted.


Friday, April 18

Today is April 18th.

Last Saturday the high was 78 degrees, a new Seattle record.

Today my car thermometer read 35.  And it was snowing.


Thursday, April 17

It’s 1am. 

I’m sitting alone in my apartment office.  It’s dark, and a car alarm is going off somewhere outside my window.

I just got home from “Bible study girls’ night” on Capitol Hill.

I’m thinking about all the good things in my life: my wonderful boyfriend, my dear friends from work and church and Arkansas, the beautiful communities I’m privileged to be a part of, my strong and safe family that supports me even when they disagree with my choices.

I am, far and away, the luckiest girl in the world.

Wednesday, April 16

New wake-up routines.

Listening to Joe Purdy all morning, and coming to the realization that I have a new artist to add to my rotation of favorites, thus prompting me to send an email to all my friends informing them that he is wonderful and they should all listen to him as well.

Walking into Dana’s office and finding out she’s been listening to Joe Purdy all day as well, affirming the power of my influence over the SPU community.  (Just kidding.)  (Kinda.)

All the emails and messages I got from those obsessed with my 7th grade yearbook picture (see: yesterday’s post).

Good 1.1s with PAs, both present and future.

Third day in a row of incredible chicken salad on the cold bar in Gwinn, which makes an excellent sandwich when combined with wheat bread and pickles.

Sitting in the one tiny patch of sun in Pura Vida, grading PA papers.

Driving to Bellevue for date night with Joel.

Dinner at BluWater Bistro in Kirkland.

Cookie dough, cast iron skillets, and slightly melted ice cream.

The Hammer, which was admittedly better than Miss Pettigrew Lives For a Day.

The cactus.

My argyle sweater.

Making it two months.

Tuesday, April 15

I think I know a celebrity.

This story starts out kind of nerdy, but bear with me.  This year is my ten-year high school reunion, and I’ve recently been inundated with friend requests and messages on facebook and myspace from people who are wondering exactly when and where this reunion is going to be held.  I started scrolling around myspace today, looking at profiles of these people with whom I had been educated, and I noticed that one of my friends from high school had added a song by an artist named Joe Purdy.  When I read the name, my first thought was, “I know that guy,” but not from his music.  I actually experienced some portion of my life with him.  I clicked on his artist page and I saw that he was from Arkansas, so I was congratulating my instincts on not letting me down.  As I read further I learned that Joe has recently had songs on Grey’s Anatomy and Lost.  I also found this video:

Granted, the commercial is for Kia, which is about a step above driving around in a box of matches, but none of my songs have made it into any commercials lately, so I’m duely impressed. 

At this point my instincts are kicking into high gear, because I KNOW that I know this guy, and it’s not because I’ve heard of his music, which by the way is quite good.  I’m starting to feel like I went to school with this kid at some point, so I call my mother, who seems to remember the name of nearly every person with whom I took dance lessons or played softball.  She’s constantly asking me, “Do you remember Bertha Jones from your 3rd grade basketball team?” and I always say, “No, mom, I’ve blocked that portion of my childhood.”  Anyway, I’m certain she’ll know where I know Joe Purdy from, but of course does not answer the phone, even though I’d gotten hold of her just an hour earlier and she was probably at home and just ignoring me (just kidding, mom).  At this point I’m about to be late for my massage medical appointment, so I run to my apartment, pull out my seventh grade yearbook, and find this picture:


(I also found this picture: )

(Braces, glasses, and teenage awkwardness: the trifecta.)

Anyway, from what I’ve been able to gather through extensive research (read: google and wikipedia searches), the Joe Purdy shown above is now the Joe Purdy you see below:

old joe purdy

I will totally be claiming this in my six degrees of Bacon.

Monday, April 14 (when did I get so bad at this?)

I know, I know.  I’m a bad blogger.  I should be hit on the metaphorical nose with an e-newspaper.

To be honest, I’m not sure what happened.  I was on such a streak there for awhile, and since spring break my motivation to even look at a computer has been nil.  By the end of the day blogging is the last thing on my mind.  And it’s a shame, because it’s not like I don’t think about it throughout my week.  I’ve come up with several brilliant ideas, and even written the first few sentences of a post in my mind, but for the past week these haven’t even made it on a post-it, much less the blog.  I’ve considered changing my tactics and not putting the pressure on myself to make a daily post, although the motivation to post at all might disappear completely without my obsessive compulsive desire for order pushing me to write something everyday.  However, I would also be released of the need to wait until evening, thus allowing my creative juices to explode in the moment…wow, that is truly disgusting.

Or maybe I need to go back to the way it was, when I just listed out the things that made me smile.  I started that habit back when I had trouble getting to sleep in the evenings.  I would lie in bed and start to obsess about the parts of my day that had gone poorly, or had made me sad, or things that had nothing to do with my day but worried me nonetheless.  A friend of mine said that she’d had the same problem, and she’d started ending her day by journaling the highlights, like a smile from her newborn daughter, or getting extra work done.  I figured it was worth a shot, so I started doing the same thing.  It worked, and I’m not sure why, but at some point it seemed like a good idea to start sharing the things that made me smile on the world wide web.  I think a lot of my friends were blogging and I wanted to fit in.  Anyway, it’s morphed over time, and there have been bumps in my blogging road, and now I feel this need to be entertaining and witty all the time.  While you all probably assume this comes naturally to me…well, it does, but I don’t want to water down my value by spreading my wit too thin.

See?  There was some of that wit I was referring to.  Don’t you miss that?  Actually, I’ve been thinking about it lately, and I think the biggest reason I’ve been neglecting my blog is that I don’t need the list anymore.  I don’t really need that evening pep talk in order to get to sleep.  Sure, there are still parts of my day that don’t go well, but when it’s over I generally feel good.  I feel cared for.  I feel secure.  I feel content.  I feel happy.

So I guess it worked better than I thought.

Monday, April 7

Today I seriously considered working out.  I mean, seriously.  I even changed into my workout clothes.  Then I realized that I had been working all day, without break, and I had hit 7:45pm and was about to pass up my first chance to just sit.  So instead I watched the end of the NCAA tournament, or at least what was supposed to be the end.  We watched the overtime as a PA staff in Levi’s apartment.  During this time I sent a text to my dear sister, who has spent at least 2/3rds of her life in some basketball-related activity.  I honestly thought she’d be hypervenilating.  Turns out she was two minutes from falling asleep.  You could tell the text she sent back was dripping with annoyance with my late-night attempt at connection.  I say darn you people with your “grown up” jobs that start at “8am”. 

Other highlights of my day, you ask?

Dooce’s updates on twitter.

Gordito’s and Cold Stone on Chauncey.

Old friends from high school appearing on facebook.  (Note: this also qualifies for “things that made me nostalgic” and “things that made me relive the uncomfortable awkwardness of my high school years”.)

Getting a skype message from Jake.  (We’ll talk soon, friend!)

Getting an email from Michael, which indicates to me that he has not been captured and held hostage by some sort of British Isles underground mafia.

Kathie Lee Gifford’s return to television, mostly because I think it will give me something to blog about.

Jon & Kate + 8.  (New episode’s every Monday!)

Feeling fully rested all day long, which is something that hasn’t happened in awhile.

PA staff meeting.

Good conversations with students who need a little extra support.

Really good conversations with my PAs.