Let’s begin here: I originally misspelled the word ‘soccer’ in this post's title.
Moving on.
Last night Ben informed me that Mexico had beat France in the World Cup and therefore we were obligated to drink tequila. I obliged. I felt that this was the least I could do for the country of which I called ‘home’ for six months. What can I say? I’m a giver. ...Continue Reading »
In my never ending quest to gather the fragmented pieces of my life, [...seriously, please someone, tell me why there’s a Barbie leg in my purse?] I’ve been working toward organizing my photo archives. It’s a work in progress and I’ve had some set-backs, but I figure if BP can take it’s own sweet, damn time getting it’s shit together, then why not me too? ...Continue Reading »
Every night, this past week, Ben and I have been cuddling-up together in bed, along with his laptop, watching the equivalent of crack cocaine for the eyes: ABC’s TV series Lost. Have you heard of it? I hadn’t, but I lifted up the rock under which I’d been living and came crawling out. Then I rubbed my eyes, squinted into the light and queued up the series on Hulu. ...Continue Reading »
God gave children all this energy, because they have so much on their plates! ...Continue Reading »
