Month: October 2010
Better self
After my half-marathon back in April, I quit running cold turkey. I don’t like to run when it’s hot outside, and I focused more on hiking and mountain climbing this summer. Because I’ve been insanely active, I didn’t think that it would be that hard to get back into running this fall. Oh, my friends….
Sale
I’ve got a few boxes of CDs in the trunk of my car, and I need to move them out. You know – to make room for the dead bodies. My EP is on sale for half-off – yes, that’s right, just $5! Now is your chance to get a few extra copies to set…
You’ve got mail
I’ve decided to write an email today instead of a blog. I love writing emails, but I’ve been so bad at sending them these days. So much correspondence has slipped by the wayside. I have months of messages that I want to respond to, but when I email all day for work, the last thing…
When words won’t do, post pictures
Mankind, sit up and take note. With one seamless effort, I have – once again – proven myself the best parallel parker in the universe. Gold medal, AP. – – – – – – – – Here are Julie and Mel, my former roommates who were bridesmaids in a friend’s wedding last weekend. They are…
Something new
I told some new friends last night that I’m struggling with some sadness – the death of some hope, the grief of some disappointments. It’s not depression – because trust me, if anyone knows depression, it’s me – it’s just sadness. For some legitimate reasons. Sometimes life is just sad. Don’t you sometimes wish that…
West Nasty
Nashville Miranda has been visiting this weekend, and on Saturday, we climbed Quandary Peak in our East Nasty shirts. Miranda did awesome, because she is a hoss, and this brings my 14er total to 13. Depending on weather, I might climb yet another this coming weekend. It’s still in the 80s in Denver. I’m still…
(Bosom) Friend Fridays: Hunter Lane
On my 25th birthday, I was hanging off the back of a boat on Lake Washington, all barfy and miserable. But without that wretched experience, I never would have met the boat owner – who later, after I moved to Nashville, put me in touch with Hunter Lane. And now that I know Hunter Lane, I…