Month: August 2010

New song

For me, writing songs is like kissing boys.  There might be some good luck for awhile, but then, for one reason or another, it just ends.  There is always the hope of it happening again, and that when it does, it will be fantastic – but it might take years. Years. Anyway. I finally finished…

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Summer of the Outdoors

Early in the summer, I bought the Buff.  Little did I know that it would become my trademark piece of mountain garb. This is what I look like every time I hike: high ponytail, crooked smile, and the Buff. It’s ridiculous.  And I love it.  People ask about it on every hike I find myself…

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How?

I was going to talk about Seattle today.  I was going to tell you how much I love that city, how much I miss it, how much it still feels like home, how much being on the water is necessary to my emotional health and survival, how much my friends mean to me, how much…

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Crash

Salutations, readers.  Did you think I had abandoned you? Oh please. I should begin by saying that the sickness has left my system – literally, and glory hallelujah.  The only person that knows the specifics of my Monday is my mom, and I’m uncomfortable with even her knowing.  It was… I can’t even go there. …

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Getting

Yesterday: up at 4am, back to Denver, so sick I can’t even talk about it Today: out of bed, to work, caught up Tonight: a little better (I hope), a full night’s sleep (I hope) Tomorrow: happy (I hope), back to blogging (I hope)

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56 pounds

At the Denver airport last night, I heaved my suitcase onto the scale at the ticket counter, and cast a furtive glance at the damage: 56 pounds. For the first time ever, I was going to incite an overweight charge. But wait!  Could this be my lucky day?  The ticket man hasn’t seen the number…

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Piles of style

I’ve been bouncing in and out of Denver this summer – it seems like I haven’t been home for more than 3-4 days at a time before I’m packing up and heading out to the next destination.  Admittedly, I am the world’s worst packer, and always wind up packing way too much or way too…

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The [weekend]

What did I [climb]: Pike’s Peak – all by myself, and SO FAST.  Seriously, I hope this doesn’t come off as all braggy-face of me, but I scampered up the entire mountain, and barely broke a sweat. Sir Edmund Hillary?  How about Sir ANNIE PARSONS. What did I [burn]: the backs of my calves.  Why…

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(Bosom) Friend Fridays: Christina B. Ward

Friendships forged in fire can never be broken.  When you experience horrors side-by-side, the bond is forever.  When you see things that no human should ever have to see, experience atrocities that will never be spoken of again, and somehow live to tell the tale – that is what authentic, everlasting camaraderie is made of.…

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You know how sometimes…

– your hair just needs to be cut?  Immediately?  Because all of a sudden, and without warning, you are Morticia? – you wear the black racerback tank with the rainbow graphic eagle on the front?  Because it’s so awesome? – you eat breakfast at an oatmeal cart?  Because this is Portland? – you hear a…

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