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Beer o'clock
2008-04-04 02:07:00
Carrie at Fully Caffeinated has a beer each day at Beer O'Clock, and I think that is such a great idea.  It makes me wish that I were a drinker, but alas, I'm not.  But all day long, I've wanted to have me a Beer O'clock because it's been one of those kind of days. I'm back in California, and I've spent a few days catching my breath.  Dealing with Kristine's death and all that has stirred up in me has been tough, to say the very least.  I wish I had something profound to write about here, and maybe eventually I will.  But, today, I'm confronting taxes and the fact that I owe money (a lot of money) to both federal and the state.  I've never owed taxes before, and it is absolutely no fun.  Dealing with death and taxes in one week, well, it's led me to contemplate starting my very own Beer O'clock, and if Carrie weren't up in Oregon, I'd head over to her house with my diet coke, and she'd have a Corona and I'd pretend my diet co...

delayed
2008-03-29 00:51:00
my flight from denver to austin was cancelled, so I'm sitting at the airport for just over 4 hours waiting for another flight on a different airline in a different terminal than where I arrived. I will arrive in austin at midnight. I'm at my emotional capacity. I'm just sayin'. by the way I'm posting this from my phone so excuse my "text" like writing. also, did you know that security will take your 4 oz hand lotion, but you can buy a 16 0z bottle of rubbing alcohol and an 8 oz bottle of hydrogen peroxide in the newstand store once you get through security. the complete irony of this fact was not lost on me. so I asked the clerk about it. she said, "airport security checks our items, too." to which I replied, "to see if it can actually blind someone!" she didn't think it was funny. kristine would have laughed. I took out my phone and took a picture. did I mention that I heart my phone?

On my way to austin
2008-03-27 18:35:00
I am leaving tomorrow morning to go to Austin for Kristine's memorial service.  Her family has asked me to come and read some of what I wrote about Kristine.  I've been crying for nearly a week now, so I'm tired. Is it at all weird that I'm equally afraid that I won't cry while reading at her service as I am that I will cry so hard I won't be able to get through it all? Here are two songs for you to soak in. Download 04_i_will_remember_you.m4p Download 05_we_will_remember.m4p

I thought I still had time . . .
2008-03-21 08:10:00
  I don't even know how to write this, so I'll just do my best.  Tonight, I laid down on the couch with my computer and began to do some research for a restructuring committee that I'm on at school.  I looked up block scheduling, professional learning communities, and some authors who have written great stuff about education reform, yadda. yadda. yadda.  I got bored quickly.  Then I had this strong urge to google the name of a gal I went to college with in Texas and later roomed with during my first two years in California.  We both came out here to go to Fuller Seminary.  She actually followed through and graduated with a MA in Theology and then went on to Notre Dame to get a PhD in history, and I continued a teaching career that I had begun the year before in Texas.  Her birthday is March 9th, and even though we hadn't spoken in 10 years, I always remembered her birthday and wondered what she was up to.   This year ...
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Ellen--my favorite person
2008-03-20 19:06:00
For your viewing pleasure.  It's from about a year ago, so you may have missed it.  I'm from Texas and went to school in Austin so it's particularly funny to me.  Enjoy. Retreat, part 2 coming soon! Download ellen_1-17-07.wmv
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The mountain retreat, part 1
2008-03-19 17:24:00
280 women.  All gathered in a mountain sanctuary.  Voices lifted in jubilant song, clapping, dancing even.  The theme of their gathering is one word:  BELIEVE (period). I am tired from the drive up the mountain and still feeling dizzy from the motion sickness of swerving round and round and round each curve to get here.  It is late Friday evening, and I'm still unsure about why I'm here. Then I remember the words of invitation on the brochure my friend, Karin, sent me weeks ago.  retreat:  " a place of refuge, seclusion or privacy ... a period of retirement for religious exercises or meditation ... an asylum, as for the insane ..."Whatever definition suits your current situation, we invite you to join us at the  women's retreat.I giggle under my breath.  It was the word, "insane" that nudged me in this direction.  You have to love a church that welcomes the "insane" to join them for their mountain ...
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