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Dear Jesus (or whomever is responsible for today’s happy occurrence):
Thank you for allowing me, at age 27, to finally have made my last student loan payment. As an added “You’re awesome!”, thank you for making it a reduced payment. $22.37 was a pretty manageable amount.
With love,
Your loving (and FREE OF EDUCATIONAL DEBT!!) lamb, Carlene
“Don’t be afraid to take a big step if one is indicated. You can’t cross a chasm in two small jumps.”
–David Lloyd George
This is a particular favorite of mine.
“Always do right – this will gratify some and astonish the rest.”
-Mark Twain
Happy Valentine’s Day! Take today’s quote with a grain of love….remember that love is a daily habit. **note to self…**
“First we form habits, then they form us. Conquer your bad habits or they will conquer you.”
-Rob Gilbert
I love, love, love colored glass. Thus far in my life I have managed to obtain (and not break) two cobalt blue wineglasses; my dream is to one day own a collection of rainbow-colored glassware, from wineglasses to juice glasses.
I’m not talking about lightly hued glass, either. These are vivid, deeply hued, can-barely-see-through-them glasses with matching bases, not a hint of clear glass anywhere on them.
Next up after red glasses: black glasses. I know, awesome, right?
Ian and I were talking the other day about the iPad; he snidely called it “Apple’s epic fail.”
I’m a big Apple fan. Not in a “I instantly and blindly purchase every item Apple puts out and bow 5x daily toward the company headquarters in California” type of way, more in a “I find that my iPhone enhances my life in many clear and obvious ways, and my 30” computer monitor is pretty great, too” type of way. Read the rest of this entry »
I've got no color left in me. Also, I've got buttons for eyes.
I’m starting to get a nagging suspicion that I’m severely anemic. I don’t mean a little “my hands are always cold” anemic, but full-out “I don’t have enough iron in my body to keep it functioning properly.”
Beyond the obvious fact that nearly every doctor I’ve ever seen has told me that I’m at least a little anemic, and the equally obvious fact that I now display every single symptom without any shadow of doubt, it was the last and most confusing symptom to pop up that pushed me to take action.
That symptom was a sore tongue, and it took me days to realize that this was a little more serious than just a mild ache; it’s my mouth’s equivalent of a pounding headache. Only, unlike a headache, my tongue hurting produces faces that are inappropriate for public places. Read the rest of this entry »
Sometimes my job is so cool. Here is an unedited still from the campaign we shot Tuesday at Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center; this is when we were on the helipad.
For the record, these folks are awesome.
