February 2010
January 2010
“Have you practiced piano yet?” That was the worst question I ever had the misfortune of answering as a child, because the answer, nine times out of ten, was no. Before the days when my family owned a real, shiny wooden piano, I practiced my dreaded lessons on a hand-me-down Casio Keyboard given to me by my well-meaning grandmother. Had I stumbled upon this riveting recall back in my middle school days, I would have answered what was seen (in my angst-ridden, prepubescent days) as her relentless nagging, with “no, because I’m afraid it will burst into flames and torch my face beyond all recognition.”
why does england still have a queen? i don’t understand.
i think she’s just lovely. i really do. in fact i’d love to enjoy tea and crumpets with her. plus her hats are fantastic. i just don’t understand quite what her job is.
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…does my face get flushed when i sit in front of the computer sometimes? i feel that it’s God’s way of telling me to do something productive.
on a separate note, today was just another magical boone day. sometimes i just can’t believe this wonderful place.
you are fabulous.
and i plan on spending this glorious snowy weekend with you.
plus i enjoy you the fact that you have the same name as my mom.
…but that’s just another facet of your awesomeness.
To one of my favorite people.
happy birthday, 22 days late.
Never give in.
Never, never never,
never give in.” —Winston Churchill
Skinny Love -Bon Iver
snowyday.