My wonderful roommate is engaged! I'm so excited! Rick proposed to Mel on Sunday, the day after Mel's twin sister Kate's wedding. This past weekend was wedding-themed for sure. Patrick and I attended two weddings on Saturday, and then Mel and Rick capped the weekend off with the big proposal on the beach and the BEAUTIFUL ring.
I really could watch Friends every day and never grow tired of it. Right now I'm on Season 5, following the wedding drama of Ross saying the wrong name. Aaahhh, good stuff.
It's only June and it's already entirely too hot. It's getting in the way of me running as regularly as I should.
I'm nearly done with the book I've been reading forever. Ugh, I can't wait to move onto something else.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
I tried to post this when it was actually raining, but failing Internet wouldn't allow it
I love the sound of rain.
I love the sound of rain almost more than any other. For me, it's therapeutic, it's reassuring. I love a steady, pounding rain that pours down as though it'll never end. I love the sound as the rain, indistinguishable as individual drops, hits the roof, the trees, the blacktop.
I don't know why exactly, but it's comforting to me. I feel safe at home with the world being showered outside. The wind picking up. The sound of thunder in the distance. The sound of water splashing.
It's like a cleansing breath. The rain washes away the dirt, the grime, the sins, the mistakes of the day. It’s renewal.
I love the sound of rain almost more than any other. For me, it's therapeutic, it's reassuring. I love a steady, pounding rain that pours down as though it'll never end. I love the sound as the rain, indistinguishable as individual drops, hits the roof, the trees, the blacktop.
I don't know why exactly, but it's comforting to me. I feel safe at home with the world being showered outside. The wind picking up. The sound of thunder in the distance. The sound of water splashing.
It's like a cleansing breath. The rain washes away the dirt, the grime, the sins, the mistakes of the day. It’s renewal.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The more things change, the more they stay the same
We get so ingrained in our daily routines, our lives become habitual. Our days operate like clockwork. We talk about our bad habits, the things we do that come so naturally to us that we wish didn't. And, perhaps less frequently, we talk about good habits. But the way we live, in fact, becomes one big habit.
We all fall into the trap of habitiual motion. We're caught off guard by the slightest differences, the slightest upsets in the routine.
This morning, I felt a sense of unease because traffic was lighter than usual on my way to work. I felt eerily alone on the streets for my morning drive. It was a change from what I'm used to.
I leave my house for work at the same time every day. I travel the same route. The traffic is always the same. I go to the same building for work. I think the same morning thoughts as I punch the code to the back door. I sit down at the same desk, open up the same laptop and begin the same day. I have it practically down to science. I check my e-mail and get caught up on world news and celebrity gossip (we all have our vices). I spend the first bit of my day easing into my day. Then comes the exchanging of e-mails and the phone calls. I flip through my post-it note to-do lists and typically add on to them. I conduct interviews, I research, I write. At about the same times every day, I feel the hunger pangs that drive me to raid my snack drawer or compel me to eat lunch.
I felt a sense of dread this morning when I realized how monotonous my life had become that fewer cars on the road caused me to do a double take. Sometimes I forget that change can be good, spontaneity can be good, straying from the norm can be good. Sometimes you just need to drive a different route, listen to a different radio station, think outside the box. Don't let life become a habit.
We all fall into the trap of habitiual motion. We're caught off guard by the slightest differences, the slightest upsets in the routine.
This morning, I felt a sense of unease because traffic was lighter than usual on my way to work. I felt eerily alone on the streets for my morning drive. It was a change from what I'm used to.
I leave my house for work at the same time every day. I travel the same route. The traffic is always the same. I go to the same building for work. I think the same morning thoughts as I punch the code to the back door. I sit down at the same desk, open up the same laptop and begin the same day. I have it practically down to science. I check my e-mail and get caught up on world news and celebrity gossip (we all have our vices). I spend the first bit of my day easing into my day. Then comes the exchanging of e-mails and the phone calls. I flip through my post-it note to-do lists and typically add on to them. I conduct interviews, I research, I write. At about the same times every day, I feel the hunger pangs that drive me to raid my snack drawer or compel me to eat lunch.
I felt a sense of dread this morning when I realized how monotonous my life had become that fewer cars on the road caused me to do a double take. Sometimes I forget that change can be good, spontaneity can be good, straying from the norm can be good. Sometimes you just need to drive a different route, listen to a different radio station, think outside the box. Don't let life become a habit.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Thank goodness for lazy weekends
For the first time in a while, I didn't have to go anywhere this weekend and had virtually no plans. But that's not to say my weekend went without accomplishments:
-went on two runs
-tried a new recipe
-made a nice-sized dent in the book I'm reading
-saw What Happens In Vegas and LOVED it
-went on two runs
-tried a new recipe
-made a nice-sized dent in the book I'm reading
-saw What Happens In Vegas and LOVED it
Friday, June 13, 2008
Break the monotony
Most days I love having an office job. I love having a desk, a computer, a phone that’s all mine and a set of daily tasks to complete at that desk of my very own. And besides, I don’t spend all of my day at that desk. Being a reporter allows for trips here and there, to and fro at random intervals, breaking the monotony of the day.
But generally speaking, I have an office job. And that’s cool with me. But some days I have an insatiable desire to be outdoors, outside of what feels like a cage closing in on me. I want to be guiding a safari or looking for pebbles in a creek bed or skipping through a field a-la Maria from The Sound of Music.
Some days feel just like the day before. Some hours the hand on the clock appears to be in the same position as it was before. Some articles read just like the articles I wrote before.
I wonder if Christiane Amanpour or Bono or the Queen of England ever get bored.
I want to go salsa dancing, sky diving, get a tattoo, stand under a giant waterfall, experience the vastness of the Grand Canyon.
Perhaps I can settle for something a little less grandiose. Just sing me a song or take me to the park or bring me an ice cream cone, stat.
But generally speaking, I have an office job. And that’s cool with me. But some days I have an insatiable desire to be outdoors, outside of what feels like a cage closing in on me. I want to be guiding a safari or looking for pebbles in a creek bed or skipping through a field a-la Maria from The Sound of Music.
Some days feel just like the day before. Some hours the hand on the clock appears to be in the same position as it was before. Some articles read just like the articles I wrote before.
I wonder if Christiane Amanpour or Bono or the Queen of England ever get bored.
I want to go salsa dancing, sky diving, get a tattoo, stand under a giant waterfall, experience the vastness of the Grand Canyon.
Perhaps I can settle for something a little less grandiose. Just sing me a song or take me to the park or bring me an ice cream cone, stat.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Random
Spray tans may be a quick solution to extreme white-ness, but they are sticky, smell weird and make people ask the question: "What happened to your face?"
I miss the Redbone Alley in Sumter.
It's way too hot to be early June. Seriously, what's up?
I can't believe my little sister is graduating from high school. I feel so old.
I want to happen upon a great fortune.
I miss the Redbone Alley in Sumter.
It's way too hot to be early June. Seriously, what's up?
I can't believe my little sister is graduating from high school. I feel so old.
I want to happen upon a great fortune.
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