November 2003 Archives

We just saw "Radio," and you should too. It will change your life. Call it Compassion Training.

Speaking of which, I love The Scooter Store. Among many reasons, I love The Scooter Store for taking us all to a showing of "Pay It Forward," to teach us about compassion, and thus giving the opportunity for this really cute guy in sunglasses and a yellow ski jacket to come up to me, amid a gaggle of my friends, and introduce himself. That guy became a good buddy and gave me the book "Dating for Dummies," and now I'm marrying that guy in 26 days and nineteen hours, fifty-three minutes. But who's counting...?

Imagine! Compassion Training! He is perfect for me! God knew I needed that! I had friends for ten years who don't understand (thank God) what it is and can be like to be a survivor of having half of your face and a fourth of your skull taken off and screwed back on, and it's just in his fabric to love me more than I may ever deserve, whether my toes move or not.

See Radio. Hug somebody.

The Scooter Store had Thanksgiving Dinner today. I'm so thankful for The Scooter Store. I need a nap now.

The cast of Friends was on Oprah today, and I'm still sobbing. My throat hurts and my head is throbbing. Hey, I rhyme. Kind of like the Cat in the Hat advertising we are assaulted with everywhere.

I have acute bronchitis. Gasp, gasp, ugh.

Ugh. Bronchitis sucks. But I miss work so badly when I'm not here, and this way I can point out the new truck to my team from the window, but honestly, I wonder if I shouldn't still be sleeping...

Thank God for hot lemon water with honey, cable internet, and cell phones, so Erik can talk to me all the way down 35.

I think we should all start out every Friday getting a Gatorade cooler in the face at a company assembly. Time has totally been passing today. Of course, I'm a little loopy. I know he didn't mean to hit me. Thanks to the titanium, I've got a tougher noggen than any of y'all. I can take it.

But seriously, what is to become of my Thursday nights? Really. I missed the whole 2001-2002 season because I couldn't get reception. I nearly wore out an old Friends videotape that year. But when it really doesn't exist anymore...what then? Do we grow up? Do we turn THIRTY without Friends?

All paths lead to you
Where'er I roam, You are the
lark song calling me home.

-Blanche Wagstaff

What do attorneys use for birth control?
Their personalities.

Every now and then soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you come back again
And it's like you haven't been gone a moment from my side
Like the tears were never cried
Like the hands of time are holding you and me
And with all my heart I'm sure we're closer than we ever were
I don't have to hear or see, I've got all the proof I need
There are more than angels watching over me
I believe, I believe

Forever, you're a part of me
Forever, in the heart of me
And I'll hold you even longer if I can
The people who don't see the most
Say that I believe in ghosts
And if that makes me crazy, then I am
'Cause I believe

200+ reply cards. 200+ reply card stamps. 200+invitations. 200+ invitation envelopes. 200+ return address labels.

Woke up this morning relieved that not one trick-or-treater, not one goblin or Sponge Bob, darkened my doorway looking for candy, because I'd have had to give them each a Coors Light. And QVC this morning is all about Christmas. Today I'm going to implement what I learned at Patti's Southern Living at Home party. I am a wild and cuhrazy girl.