two thousand nine.

christmas came and went pretty fast in our little apartment. this year came and went pretty fast. i'm excited for a new year, though. my new years resolution is to continue to not have a resolution.

i don't want to be at work today.
i'm going to mom's later to do laundry.
i miss my kennewick family.

Chris and I went over to see mom and dad yesterday and steal some enchiladas. Hello, you should meet chris. i like him.

I've been alive for 21 years.
happy new year, world.
here's to 21 more.

hello world.

i dont post on here nearly enough. work has been keeping me so busy that i never have a chance to. i can't believe that the year is practically over. this one went by the fastest. i'm not going to lie, that even with all the newlyweds, new babies and babies brewing in bellies... i still like the fact that in my world, its just me. i wish i could kiss you all on your little cheeks. merry chirstmas happy new year.
XOXO gossip girl

(so local, even the seagulls are bored.)

i've stumbled i mumbled

a poem.


i am a moth who just wants to share your light
i like the way your words
fog my air and the
way they leave me gripping the
last hoping for more. all i
want of you is more. and more.

and more.
and more.
and
amore'

you're my favorite speckled egg.

"we are such spend-thrifts with our lives. The trick of living is to slip on and off the planet with the least fuss you can muster. I'm not running for sainthood. I just happen to think that in life we need to be a little like the farmer, who puts back into the soil what he takes out."

-paul

grim

i registered to vote.

i'm still not sure if i'm actually GOING to vote.

but i'm still a licensed voter for cripes sakes.

i'm moving tomorrow.

bye.

new post

i can hear presley all the way downstairs from up in my room. i think she's singing "crinkle crinkle star" or maybe its "dabay to you" thats happy birthday. presley is becoming my best little friend. sometimes she'll make this strange rumbling noise and look at me with a weird smile because she wants me to say "presley, did you just burp" then she'll do it again and again until the rumble turns into a scream. we took a nap in my bed yesterday and she pulled her big girl legs out of the blanket and set them right on top of my belly. i can't believe how big she's getting. i remember the day we met and how brave and protective i had to be in that scary hospital. i remember how calm natalie seemed and i couldn't believe it because i was a nervous mother/sister wreck and i thought my heart was going to pound right out of my chest. it seems like we were in the room for hours before anyone else in the family finally showed up. we were all scattered around not expecting this at all, but when the time came and it happened, we all gathered into that little hospital room and sat quietly. dad in a chair by the window, grandma sitting down then standing up then sitting then standing. jade and i in another corner. mom and chaz in their white scrubs holding natalie's hand as they wheeled her away. i don't think much was said between the four of us while she was gone.


it definitely didn't go how we were expecting it to go. the birth story that is. but all that follows is nothing short of a teeny tiny little presley baby miracle.

and my best friend.

friday.

i turned off my alarm clock this morning and slept in. Got up, showered, went to work. Thats my life now, get up, shower, work. and sometimes finding spaces to stick a few things in between waking up, showering, going to work and then back to bed. Today is supposed to be my half work day but mike asked me to stay until he got back from his meeting, so i'm here, an hour after i was supposed to be off. Just waiting around and being the fairy godmother to the secretaries and doing things like opening the mail and filing. I'm in second place for the longest time spent as a Larson JUB employee. 4 years in August.

BAH! what am i some sort of total nerd?

yes.
Publish Post

long gone

i'm still waiting for my something special.









i'm excited for my dc trip with jeff. i smell lots of museums and wandering time.
i'm excited for my new business lady/career woman job. it makes me feel important...
i ate a lot of purple grapes, taught presley how to say please, and edited a 1000 page document today.

i might even go make cookies before i go to bed.

i feel like i never have time to talk to anyone anymore... and that no one knows anything about my life.
i'm here.
i'll start writing more.

goodnight flicker bugs.

a poem

We're connected to the world

In the way that our tears

Are made of salt water. And

When we cry – we cry pieces of the ocean.

We're connected to the world

In the way that

our lungs are made of

tree roots and branches. And

when we exhale

we pollinate that world

with our souls and hearts and beauty.

We're connected to the world

In the way that

The place it's oxygen goes when it

Gets sucked into our bodies

Is right into our core –

The very shelf that

Holds our soul.

We're connected to the world

In the way that

We leave footprints in the mud. And

the way those footprints create

Maps of each of our lives

Forever pounded into the earth.

We're connected to the world

In the way that

When it spins

We don't get dizzy.

And as the earth rotates

On it's invisible axis,

So do we.

And the only true way to tell

How old we really are

Is to cut us in half

And count the rings on our stumps.

Or the black dots on our little red backs.

Or to add 7 years to every 1 year.

And when we die,

I like to think that if you

Opened us up

You'd find the most

perfect,

rare,

round,

beautiful,

Pearl.

[The one the earth planted deep inside of us when we were born.]