Last night we met Misti for dinner after I taught my last yoga class of the year. Our first choice was a bit crowded and loud, so we walked up the street to our second choice. This place was a bit crowded as well, but didn’t get really loud until we were ready to leave.
Right about now, people are making their New Year’s resolutions. They’re preparing for the big party to ring in the New Year and giving the boot to 2010. And I know this has been a very trying year for some of my friends, but really? I hate to say goodbye to 2010. I don’t think
The day before yesterday, I found a bejeweled encrusted crucifix right outside the door of the V.A. Hospital. I turned into the E.R. receptionist. Last night in yoga class, I wandered around the room giving instructions. When I came back to my mat, I found a little diamond. I turned this into the front desk.
Chris and I had agreed to not get presents for each other this year. We even had the “I’m not getting you anything conversation”. Chris is impossible to buy for. He sees something he wants, he gets it. I see something I want, I hem-haw over the purchase until the thing disappears. I need permission
Everyone has their holiday traditions. Some times the tradition changes with time or things get added, but it still something you look forward to every year. When I lived with my parents, every Christmas morning meant cinnamon rolls and presents and dumping out the stocking to see all the stuff inside. Then we’d all gather
Some times you get a fortune in your fortune cookie at just the right time, when you need it. I got this fortune on Monday when my lab went out for Christmas lunch. The funny thing was that one of the other post-docs also got that fortune. He promptly started making fun of it. I
Chris: “What’s wrong?” Me: “Nothing. I’m just thinking.” Chris: “About what?” Cindy: “Blog entries and things for the next year.” Short pause. Cindy: “I’m also really upset with Lindsey Lohan for attacking that lady at the Betty Ford Clinic.” Chris: “Lindsey Lohan. What the Hell happened to that girl.” Cindy: Shakes head in disappointment.
Today, Chris and I visited the American Banjo Museum. I think I only managed to drag Chris along because it was a free, but once we got inside I believe that he enjoyed it immensely. Who knew the banjo was such an interesting instrument?! You may not realize this, but I have a secret desire
If I were a bit more cleaver, I’d have four stories and a Thankful Friday. But I feel lucky to just have the two. First story: OK, this is more of a visual thing, but work with me here. Chris and I were in the car stuck in traffic yesterday on the way to the
It’s on the Life List to buy and refurbish an old camper. I put it on the list because it’s not only something I want to do, but it’s also something Chris really wants to do. We are constantly on the look out for an old beat up camper and planning what we’d do with
