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I was called "ye of little faith" for initially refusing to see Blondie in concert on Feb 22nd. From my perspective, Blondie'd had their heyday almost 30 years ago (I mean, this show was officially part of the "Parallel Lines 30th Anniversary Tour") and even though something inside of me said "c'mon, they're a living legend" I didn't want to wreck the pristine-yet-dirty image I had in my mind.

New Year's Resolution #1 is in full effect, with the help of a web community called Gyminee. Cute name, right? Aside from having a catchy moniker, Gyminee provides some great, simple tools for tracking your progress toward self defined health/fitness goals. It's a fairly new service and, though not unique in its concept, is a little less intimidating than more established fitness communities like Peer Trainer.

Jed was giving me the daily political rundown last night, one highlight of which was Bush's refusal to stop his vacation to address the flame-up in Gaza, and all I could say was "Dude, it seems like this entire year has been nothing but a farce." Seriously.

When you step into freshly fallen snow. That soft crunch--that is my favorite. Everything about snow, from the brisk air that accompanies it to its ability to completely transform a landscape, is awesome. Snow inspires me to play, to laugh, to dig, to make memories. I'm willing to say that snow is essential to the holidays. Without it, they're just not as merry as they could be. As a little person growing up in the mountains of New Mexico, I came to expect blustery sub-zero conditions just after Halloween.

I may not be the best at GIMP, but that doesn't mean I love you any less.

I'm actually writing this entry mid flight to Houston. There's nothing better for reminiscing than being stuck in a seat for three and a half hours. All is calm, all is bright, save a blonde hair-flipping college athlete sitting one row in front of me, with all of her “like” and “drama” and “totally” chatter to her seat mate. On a different day or trip I'd be irritated that she can't keep her voice below bar level. Today? I'm flying high in all senses, so she's off the hook. Then again, I've only been on the plane for about 30 minutes. And now a baby just started screaming.

Late in my freshman year of high school, my best girl friend came out to me on the telephone. It was mind blowing. Best. Girl. Friend. Was a lesbian--The first one I'd ever known or even met (forgive the naivete... I was fourteen and hadn't even had my first kiss yet). Clutching the receiver, I grilled her about the nature of our friendship and whether it was based on false assumptions or hopes. At the end of the long phone call I was happy to know her truth and relieved to finally understand the reason behind the tension between her and another girl in our circle.

I am still in a food coma after an amazing Thanksgiving at the Friedle's house. Since none of us had family in town, Jed and I, Jacqui and John, Brittany and Jacob went to Christina and Ben's house to celebrate the occasion together. Add in the bonus of a birthday celebration (Happy Birthday, Darra!) with cake furnished by Darek and it was a Thanksgiving unlike any other I've had. When Christina and I sat down with our plates, we shared a thought on what we're thankful for this year. It got me thinking: How lucky am I that there are SO many things for me to choose from!

The best idea for a party favor: Christina and Jed, at her rockin' party. See more. A birthday raffle. Ten custom, hand-made t-shirts. There's a little bit of Christina in on all of us. Well, a lucky few of us.

Pawly is back with my parents now, in her new metal urn. To celebrate the occasion, I wrote a few little poems in haiku form.