my spoon is too big
what it is
what it was
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design
host
i like food!

nothing chunky or piecey

sushi

brownie batter

did i mention no chunks of anything

ice cream

peanut butter hot fudge sundaes

i live in a giant bucket

i am ainslee's mom

i love:
music

college football

allison janney

felicity huffman

and anything written by aaron sorkin rocks.

i hate:
hypocrisy

and most republicans,

although i realize that might be redundant.

i want to live every day like my last, not in a state of fear but of appreciation but i haven't mastered that yet."

go visit my peeps

chnacat


2004-04-08
moving reluctantly

I heard a new song recently by Sara Groves about the familiarity of the old being so desirable b/c even when aware that the new may be better in the end, the path to the new isn't perfect and the process of change during the journey makes you want to go back. It isn't about losing faith in the new, it's about being comfortable in the old. Sara Groves is a Christian contemporary singer and the song is about trying to build your faith, all the while drawing pictures of the past and leaving out what it lacked. For those of us that hate change, eespecially those like me who nonetheless drag themselves through it kicking and screaming, it is far too easy to relate to this song. It's reassuring though - although possibly just to people like me afflicted with the need to have a third party validate your thoughts or exonerate your feelings. Anyway, I love the song and how it's written with great analogy - not terribly surprising since I'm such a lyric freak.

I think I have grown so much in the past year or two - but when I try to find tangible evidence of that, it's difficult. And the fact that I don't have a clear idea of the person that I want to be, provides its own difficulties. Working without an identifiable goal isn't really working, is it? How will I know when to congratulate myself? You should work without thought of reward, I suppose, but unfortunately, I'm not wired that way.

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i am a banana.

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Mercy as a Default

Quiet Desperation

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"Sometimes there just aren't enough rocks ... "
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