Wednesday, June 24, 2009

I will

I will have more dance parties and not care that people are able see me through the window. I will channel my inner Shakira and learn how to shake my hips even if I end up breaking one. I will not shave my legs anymore, I usually miss half of it anyway. I will shave my head and be the best G.I. Jane I can be, rock hard abs and all. I will learn. I will gamble. I will enjoy ice cream whenever the temperature rises above 70 degrees and triggers my craving. I will sleep on the beach with nothing but my sleeping bag, the stars, and a handgun. I will no longer let grizzly bears haunt my dreams. I will love. I will get a tattoo of an organ donor ribbon on the back of my neck. I will run. I will buy a box of sangria and not feel ashamed if I finish it in a week. I will write a book. I will travel to Florence, Italy and stand among dozens of people (or streets) that share my name. I will be a mother. I will speak to God like he is my best friend, not some distant relative who lives miles away. I will sky dive. I will apologize. I will shed all negative thoughts, petty grudges and unfounded fears. I will show gratitude. I will show pain.



I will wake up.

I will not regret.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Paranoia

The Lake House. Why do I love this movie so much? It probably made a handful of money in the box office and has Keanu Reeves as a lead romantic actor. Maybe because it is the one "chick flick" that Mark and I seen at the theatre together. Sigh... Or perhaps its just because I am a Pisces, a overly emotional sap.

I had been meaning to write a blog of my recent life events a long time ago, such as my new nephew, my father visiting. I don't really have an excuse for not blogging about it, other than not being in the mood. The visit with my dad was typical, the same as it usually is. Despite his overwhelming personality and inability to be serious, I am glad I was able to spend time with him. It had been two and a half years and I was starting to get paranoid that his health was spiraling out of control and he would be unrecognizable to me. As for my nephew, Gabe, all is well with him. When I say he is perfect, I could be biased.. but I'm not. He is perfect. Ask anyone. Now that I am back in Eau Claire, I miss him on a daily basis and worry that he will forget who I am. Silly, I know, but again.. that paranoia. I just can't kick it.


Oh..
Happy Early Father's Day to all those Dads out there!