no time for eloquence.

Alzheimer's is a bitch. For entertainment purposes, I am glad the movie 50 First Dates was able to poke fun at memory loss but in real life, it is anything but funny. I witnessed a man relive the initial shock of his mother's death yesterday. "Oh my god, when did this happen?" Two weeks ago. "Why didn't anyone tell me sooner?" They did - You just don't remember.

It is not your decision to make. If you are going to short my hours, just tell me. If you are going to restaff, just let us know.

I am so proud of my boy, Daniel Gibson. Sad when you decided to leave UT early, I am now extremely happy for you and all that you have done for the Caveliers.

Temptation is hard to ignore. I am ashamed to say that at times I find myself without the strength to say no. Instead, I have to force myself away from that which tempts me.

My father likes to watch Kyle XY. Something about that makes me laugh.

Insert one applicatorful into each vagina once daily.If your doctor calls in your medication like this, PLEASE go find yourself another doctor. Or, find yourself a specialist and have that second (or third) vagina removed. You should only have one vagina.

Do people really pay $400+ dollars for a pair of shoes?! I will pay $100+ for a pair of Nikes; that I am guilty of. But $400 for a pair of dress shoes? Do the shoes come with a Prince Charming at the stroke of midnight? And who is this Jimmy Choo person? Jimmy Jimmy Choo, who are you?

The Big Borderrito at On the Border is no joke. It is humungous! Reminded me of the Super Monsters at Freebirds. Mmmm...Freebirds.

Currently listening to: I Tried - Bone Thugs N Harmony, feat Akon. I love me some Krayzie and Layzie Bone.

Aging sucks. More responsibilities. Less controllable emotions. More aching bones.

the beginning of always.

Seems love is definitely in the air. With three cousins getting married this summer and several people I know getting engaged...

Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always. A promise. Like a reward for persisting through life so long alone. The belief in each other and the possibility of love. A decision, to ignore or simply rise above the pain of the past. The covenant, which at once binds two souls and yet severs prior ties. The celebration, of the chance taken, and the challenge that lies ahead. For two will always be stronger than one. Like a team, braced against the tempest’s of the world. And love… will always be the guiding force in our lives. For tonight is mere formality… only an announcement to the world for feelings long held. Promises made long ago in the sacred space of our hearts.

Awww...

racing for some cure.

Last year I flaked out by being sick...or hungover, I cannot remember which it was. Probably both. This year I was home at a decent hour the night before the race, without a single trace of alcohol in my body. Though I did not get a good night's sleep (damn rain!), I did have some peace of mind to myself, which was nice.

It took me 38 minutes to race for the cure - all 5K (3.1 miles) of it. No cure was found at the end, but I did come out with a sense of accomplishment. I have not ran since summer school PE in high school. Sure I have done cardio at the gym, but moving your legs with the assistance of an elliptical as the screen digitally says you have completed 2 miles does not compare to the work out you experience when you actually go running.

I was hot, sweaty, and now I am sore. I look forward to next year's race in which I hope to improve on the awful time of 38 minutes.

crisis.

I blamed the weather, and though the rain may have been partially to blame, it was brought to my attention that it was more of a crisis than a mood I was suffering from. It was my quarter-life crisis.

Anxiety, uncertainty, and inner turmoil. That has been me in a nutshell. The common thread: lonliness. People seem to be leaving or have left me in some way or another. Physical and emotional departures have left me alone.

I scoffed at the notion when I first read about it (midlife crisis, sure - but quarterlife crisis, no way!), but now I know it is the real deal.

system down.

This blog has truely become my outlet. Though I do not possess the literary skills of renowned writers, I have found somewhat of a desire and need to write. I have never been good with words. Verbally, I feel pressured to say the right thing, knowing that someone is on the receiving end waiting to hear what I have to say. But when I write, I can take two hours to express my thoughts in two sentences, and nobody but myself will know.

I have recently suffered a loss. My laptop presented itself with the blue screen of death a few weeks ago. While trying to fix it, it was later followed by a black screen, death itself. I have been computer-less for the past few weeks (which explains my abrupt absence of posts), and it has been killing me. Not because I cannot accept friend requests on Facebook, but because I cannot blog when I desparately need to blog.

I hope to invest in a new laptop soon. 'Soon' being the operative word. Until then...