Thursday, September 26, 2013

boys were girls

I wish boys were girls so I could tell them I liked them and it wouldn't be weird.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

to be added to

Ways to my heart:

Bring me a Diet Coke or latte.

Make up the bed.

Talk about real things.

Occasionally say, thank you, for the expected.

Look me in the eyes and appear interested in what I have to say.

Share the mundane.

Make me laugh.


I think chain link fences are friendlier than tall wooden privacy fences.

Maybe it's because when I was young we had a chain link fence and I have just never gotten used to the privacy fences.

I like the idea of living in a small house, on a good size lot, in the city, with a nice street, and a chain link fence.


When I am on a run I always stop and save worms that are stranded in the gutter.

It's something I have always done. I always felt sorry for them.

When Justine and I were young, we would go out after a summer thunderstorm and attempt to save all the worms on our street. I just didn't have the heart to leave them there.

Is that normal? Do other people pick up worms off the street and put them in the grass?

Wednesday, September 18, 2013