Breaking the silence
Saturday, August 25, 2007, 7:07 PM

It's been a long time since I've walked across sand, so I took off my shoes and walked on the beach last weekend. My feet sank into the sand almost to the ankle with each step. The best way to walk across sand is like you're marching; if you drag your feet, you're going to trip.

The water was cold at first, but I got used to it quickly. Walking across the beach at the edge of the water was another test of balance because each time the water receded back into the ocean, some of the sand went with it. Even standing still was a challenge because the water pulls the sand from beneath your feet, so my muscles were constantly readjusting. But it was wonderful. The sun was out, there was enough of a breeze to keep the water hitting the shoreline, kids were screaming and laughing.

There were sails on the water, but they were too far away for me to see the boats. Whenever I see a sail on the water, it makes me want to be out there, to feel the wind, to feel as if I'm part of the water. But I love looking wistfully at the sails and daydreaming about what it's like. The wind doesn't howl as loudly, sting my eyes or feel so cold in my daydreams. But I can't feel the warmth of sunshine in a daydream, either.

I'd love to live by the beach one day.

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Do I?
Monday, August 06, 2007, 10:26 PM

I'm fresh out of ideas to blog about, so this is a meme I'm groking from Ian, Mr. Smiley Face Extraordinare.

What was the highlight of your week?
Coming home Sunday morning and falling like the Nestea pool-plunge guy into bed. I spent dang near all of Saturday painting walls, re-acquainting dormant muscles with gravity, and ow-ing my way here and there.

Are you happy right now?
Do I seem like the Mary Poppins type to you?

I've read that happiness only happens in nanoseconds and people never recognize it for what it is until later. So I guess you can say I'm slap-my-butt-content and wriggling my way towards climactic bliss because it's good to have a goal and all.

Who makes you happiest right now?
Rwyn, my male guardian angel.

Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?
My chit still stinks, so nope.

Have you ever been IN a wedding?
Yep. I still remember the pain I felt walking down the aisle in heels first as my sister's bridesmaid. Sheeshus God on a schtick.... And then there was the time when I was the bride and I was so scared my pancreas was shaking.

Do you want to be famous one day?
No, no, no! I wouldn't mind being rich, though. Please, God? Amen.

Could you handle being in the military?
Hell, no. I can't run, can't get up early, don't like being yelled at.

Do you believe in Karma?
Uh-huh. Because. I don't know.

What's the stupidest thing you've ever done with your cell phone?
Aimed it at the TV.

Who knows a secret or two about you?
I'd have to kill you if I told you, so just mosey on to the next question.

What's crazy to you?
How cake rises. (Okay, everything.)

Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?
My sissy, on account of all dem White Russians she likes tuh drink.

Who is the most experimental person you know?
That wonky chick I work with. I swear, she's fearless.

Who do you want to be with right now?
Mr. Sandman.

Your motivation for tomorrow?
To, uh, get up before 7:15 a.m.

Last thing you did that ticked off your parents?
I never ticked my parentals off. I was an angel.

Are you ever purposely irritating?
Yeah. It's fun.

Are you an emotional person?
Cripes, never mind the wiggy-waggly look of my eyes over the untimely death of Simba's father...

Does anyone hate you?
Ewwww, I'd be interested to learn if someone did.

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