June 2006 Archives

I like to switch handbags often, so as to coordinate with what I'm wearing and keep from having too much junk build up in the bottom of my purse. This morning, my housekeys failed to make it into the pink-and-black bag. Tonight, after work, the temp was 99 in the shade. And I paced the garage for 20 minutes, getting dizzy and nauseous, until it occurred to me that I still had a key to the truck. Thank God Erik had taken his car to work this morning, because I don't have a key to that.

So, for the remaining hour and a half-ish until Travis drove up, I waited in air conditioning.

Not gonna do that again.

What a GLORIOUS day. I think there was only one cloud in the sky, but if ya hold your hand up just so, you can cover up that one teensy little cloud and go about your business.

I am now officially three degrees from Tom Cruise, y'all, for one rainy January night in Memphis, I hung out with his ex-wife's new husband. Too bad Tom flipped out on us, girls. Am I right? He's still so pretty, but sooo weird.

What a great weekend. We went to Miss Shelby Nicole's 1st Birthday Party, and just seeing those words in type continues to sketch me out that Elissa's child is already pushing toddlerhood! She's a beautiful baby, and you can tell she will look exactly like her mommy.

I don't feel bad about not having one of my own. I get to love on others'! Then I get to go home, and I only have to take care of my dog, who will never give me adolescent lip! We have a good arrangement here, one with which I am comfortable.

Ever feel like everybody wants a piece? I say WHEN. I say WHO. I say HOW MUCH.

Happy, happy birthday Heather Redeske (crazy, sexy, cool) and Chris Hoke (Cardinal bird)!!

I've had a lot of contact with my past lately. It's good. I think you need to remember who you are. Ooh. Oooh. I'm gonna expound on this when I have more time. Mental note.

You just never can tell what's going on behind people's eyes.

When another car cuts you off on the road, or maybe a coworker snaps in a cluster at the fax machine. It's not about you. Everybody is fighting their own personal battle. So don't take it personally, right? But isn't that hard?

When you're in the storm, you think nobody else can possibly understand where you're at. It's not about you. Furthermore, everyone else has been there too.

I can, however, tell you that today, I'm fine. Blessed.