May 18, 2011
I {heart} stupid bumper stickers
I am extremely cranky today. Beyond my usual, normal crankiness.
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May 13, 2011
Well…
I know, I know. I’ve been pretty incommunicado the past couple weeks. Meh.
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April 26, 2011
Vigil
We went to Easter Vigil Saturday night. First time since Zoe was born, I think. When they turned off all the lights in the church I realized just how much I missed it. The dark sanctuary slowly lit with candles, one by one. The rituals and rites. The feeling of community. The incense. The music. The reverence.
Outside, a storm raged. The stained glass windows were lit from without in brilliant flashes. It was beautiful, and only added to the mood.
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April 21, 2011
Stop
Ever notice how hard it is to get the ice cream truck to actually stop?
It’s the universe’s way of saying, “You don’t need no ice cream, fatass.” To which I reply, “F*ck the universe. I’m going to The Custard Station.”
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April 15, 2011
Finding my way back
Ach, been horrible about blogging this week. Trying to pack too much in, and it’s mostly work-related. My brain is telling me, quite rationally, that I need to incorporate more balance into my life. All work and no play makes Amy cranky, eventually. But right now, my job is making my heart sing. I have so much to do, and I love every. single. bit. I write all day, every day. I consult on how to position issues to both external and internal audiences. I work with a variety of great people in a variety of roles. And I laugh. A lot.
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March 27, 2011
Merci!
Sunday afternoon. NCAA games. Hanging out with the family. Doing some laundry. Debating what to do about dinner. Slowly freaking out in my head about flying to France tomorrow.
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March 23, 2011
Quote of the Day
“I call upon you to draw from the depths of your being – to prove that we are a human race, to prove that our love outweighs our need to hate, that our compassion is more compelling than our need to blame.”
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March 23, 2011
Farewell to a Beggar
We lost one of our own today. I am starting to get really, really incredibly pissed off at this death thing. It sucks any way you look at it. If you know the person is nearing the end (whether it’s because of age or cancer or whatever) it sucks. If you don’t know, because the person is young and reasonably healthy and there’s no reason to suspect anything is amiss, it sucks. I was in the latter camp today, blindsided by it.
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