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Me and my sweet sweet momma!

Me and my sweet sweet momma!

Saying a bittersweet goodbye to Apt 235.

Saying a bittersweet goodbye to Apt 235.

House is becoming a home. My favorite shelves.

House is becoming a home. My favorite shelves.

New homeowner celebratory drank!

New homeowner celebratory drank!

The Texas sky is so ridiculously photogenic.

The Texas sky is so ridiculously photogenic.

My husband and I both got a new Apple computer today!

My husband and I both got a new Apple computer today!

Finally Fitbit’n

On Monday, when I got home from work, there was a package waiting for me, which hey, always YAY. But this time it was extra YAY. As I’ve touched on before, we are saving our every single penny (I mean, seriously) for the house we want to buy in which we are still waiting for the final word on closing.

So anyways, I’d sworn off spending til March at least, I’d resigned myself not fitbitting with my friends, but behold, the aforementioned package on Monday was in fact a fitbit – sent to me my dear dear dear dearest friend Melanie.

It’s even more awesome than I imagined it would be, and it’s already inspired me to take an extra walk this morning when I woke up early, instead of lazing around as usual!

Are you on Fitbit? Should we be friends?

Hairs did.

Hairs did.

More than six sentences

I joined this group called Six Sentences once a while back (ok, it was almost three years ago – it feels closer). I only wrote a few stories, but they’re kind of the best things I ever wrote. Here are three of them.

Concrete

I keep remembering that time we drove the beach in the mid of winter to watch the sunrise. I think we both knew it was over then, but those moments, when it was just us and the seagulls, they let us keep pretending. I want to tell you I’m sorry, but I’m not sure it’s true. Instead, I tell you about the weather here, and my new t-shirt. Because if I let you go, I’m afraid the memories will fall away as well, like those grains of sand I so casually shook from my hair. But I guess we both know, letting go has never been my weakness.

wrong side

That song came on while I was in the shower. I caught myself just seconds before I toothbrushed my armpit. I had to stick my fingers down the drain to fish out my earring. Then, the water went cold. Just as I reached to turn the faucet off, I remembered the towels were still in the dryer. Still, I’m blaming these tears on the soap in my eyes.

Shaking the story

I’m not finding the right words today, to tell you about I learned to fish from my father. I was 3 or 4 and the cast net was the biggest thing I had seen. I keep putting it off, reading my thesaurus, reciting old poems to myself and blinking back to the screen. It was so dark, and the stars so clear. Do you do that, when the story tugs too tightly? I’m fighting it, but it comes in spurts to spite me.

First New Year Weekend

Today was a quite perfect Saturday, and I’m not just saying that because I am tipsy (which I am).

Started my morning with a nice run, 7 miles – which is an accomplishment given my last 3 weeks of travel and slackertude. First, some really nice guy was running next to me in a narrow pathway and I ran on the train-tracks to give him room – and he said to me ‘you don’t need to run on the tracks, you have a right to run here too’ and I kinda love him and I’ve seem him before and hope I can see him again and say thanks instead of bee-lining it to the nearby restroom and half crying because I’m a weirdo. But a grateful and happy weirdo.

After my run, I ate, then napped, then ate again. Then I spent some time remembering my kid-geek roots and and re-reading The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.

Then I did some freelance front-end dev work, which I love. And I get paid for? C’mon, awesome!

Now I’m mostly drunk and we watched ‘Dale and Tucker versus Evil‘ with Alan Tudyk and Socks from Reaper. It was great.

And really, it was a really nice first weekend of the New Year, and I’m glad that it included almost all the parts of what I want every weekend to be like!