Driving around the campus with the windows down and the sun roof open, looking for a parking space in my wifes Honda during the morning rush while I gesticulate wildly and mouth the words to Nat King Cole singing L-O-V-E at killer volume on the sound system (several times).

Oooh. Driving.

that's funny...I was just going to say the same thing before I even clicked into the thread...perhaps I'll twist it and make it my own.

Driving all crazy-like

Gerard Manley Hopkins.

Last night, I went into the bathroom with a flashlight to take a shower in the dark with cold water. I got out my washcloth and was basically spongebathing when all of a sudden, the water starting getting warmer ... and warmer ... and warmer ... until finally, it was hot! I got to wash my hair and everything!

And later, I was laying in bed, annoyed that my room was hot and I didn't have light to read, and suddenly I was so grateful to have a bed to lay in, and a roof that wasn't leaking, and pillows and comforters and all manner of electrical appliances that would be up and running again in a day or so. I love remembering to be grateful.

Cereal.
Internet access.
Socks without holes.
Nice people.
Freakout-free days.

gettting to the bus stop just before the bus comes
poetry groups
people who like my poetry

Home baked cookies on my desk this morning!

the blogs of apples

Listening to Miranda Stone's 20/20 in the Morning.

Office politics

but only when I'm not obligated to join the discussion and can quietly listen to the same circular arguement going around and around and around. . .you get my drift.

The site of the huge, I mean HUGE! pumpkin fields! they are sooooo FALL!

My very first School Open House! Gees more than 12 years to go? My diva asked me not to tell her teacher the story of how small she was when she was born, I used to bath her in the kitchen sink! I told her that is for her first date! Wow the rapid growth of children just makes me sad,
soon I will be locked out of the room, left behind at the mall, and well I hope I still see her at the dinner table! Guess building tents and shadow puppet days are numbered for the diva and I.

Walking around at night under the harvest moon. Glorious.

bouncy balls
knowing I did the right thing
coming home to discover my roommate made chocolate cake

Giving cookies to people.
Having a steady date and time set (at long last) for my therapy appointments.
Lots of walking.
Stickers are happy things.
Getting some reassurance about this whole moving thing.
Energyyyyy....

A post-hurricane phone call from a clove-smoking guitar player who wanted to make sure I was all right.

Windchimes tinkling in the background during said phone call.

Being a little silly about phone calls, much like I was when I was sixteen.

my hibiscus finally blooming!

That I'm closing on my house tomorrow.

::: DOES DANCE :::






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that's so awesome, tory, congratulations

:: lights up a cigar for troy::

Hey, congrats Troy! That's great news!

<sigh...>

how very FUN!

Hmmmm -- inspiring poetry, making concerned phone calls ... I think I may have to meet this young man soon, Rebecca!

Ahem.

Is he hot?

whooo! I need to update the LIST of things that...*ahem*

Of course.

Keith, I've only seen him a whopping four times, and probably won't see him again for a couple months at the very least. I don't really think it's gonna go anywhere.

But it's still nice to get a phone call every now and then.



Um ... yes. Yes indeed.

:: does dance in solidarity with Troy ::

Congratulations, man! Are you going with the name Helen?

Sure AM!

Thanks Trudes. :: MWAH ::

There was a really cute girl working at the art museum (wearing a leopard-print skirt and black boots, no less) and I got to talk to her for quite some time as we discussed our interpretations of a large, contemporary art painting. Seriously, that's hot. I'm not going to do anything like call her (she didn't really seem to have any social skills when we weren't talking about art) or ask her out or even ask for her name (okay, I didn't really have any social skills when we weren't talking about art, either), but it made me happy.

Also, while we were there, one of the artists just happened to show up. He had quite a few pieces on display and I had a few questions about them, so I actually got to ask the artist (in front of the cute girl that worked there, of course).

Art museums are sexy.

When people leave their bilingual magnetic poetry on their refrigerators on the curb... thus allowing me to take home magnets of words like "daring," "clever," "energy," "peur de rien," and "beau pétard."

Kylie's new avatar. and the last one was good too.

Owning a house! WOO!

:: does dance ::

congratulations Troy!

for me: chaos. it's fun.

staying up all nite just talking... to a boy.

moms.


(but just wait - by tomorrow i'll be listing this in the 'pet peeves' thread )

Oooh la la!

Is he hot?

I'm liking this pattern of orchard girls getting some romantic excitement. Becky and now Kylie.

Your turn next, sweets. Or so I suspect.

I love my professors! They feed us and give us fun things to read -- what more can a student ask for?

Old friends that are still the best.

mr cooper's photos

one can always hope.
I like professors a lot too. Yay for professors.

He's pretty darn cute. Hot could maybe come later.

Thank you Ms. Jane

That tomorrow is my last day of minimester: Lab Animal Med (read: my final is tomorrow)....so starting next week - I have only 3 hours of class per day (read: done by 11 on Wed and Fri) excepting Monday....when I have 4.

WOOHYEAH!

people that don't take my nuerotic antics to heart.
smiling at cute girls on the stret, and having them return the smile.
Playing the album Ohio over and over on a some what bad day.

The fact that my parents are willing to move my things for me.
Tai chi and sign language.
My little sister's note "Don't worry! Everything will be fine."

Libby, you are riding on the backs of angels tonight.

*hugs* Thank you.


New favorite thing:
some random group of CEGEP students in my hometown went door-to-door on Tuesday, offering to do chores for people. They washed every single dish in my parents' house. I love contemplating the thought process that led to this. "Hey, I'm bored. What can we do? I know! Let's do good deeds!!" (You should SEE the mountains of dishes Mom and Dad's counter accumulates....)

Spending time w/good friends.
Presidential debates.
FRIDAYS!!!