… of course I might be unrealistic on this test. I wonder. I mean … I feel fine about finances, but maybe I shouldn’t? I feel like I’m not horribly stressed, but perhaps I’m just not terribly aware. Hmmm.
This Is My Life, Rated
Life:
7.8
Mind:
7.3
Body:
6.8
Spirit:
7.6
Friends/Family:
7.2
Love:
7.3
Finance:
8.5
Take the Rate My Life Quiz
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Brandon went back to Seattle yesterday. I’m just home from taking Kelsey to the airport so she can get back to UCI (and Mel!).
When Kelsey and I arrived at the airport the line through security was fairly short. I thought, “We could have left 10 minutes later and Kelsey could have watched the end [...]
I wanna be a TV announcer—or maybe radio—now that I know that’s where I belong. Forget oboe reeds!
What American accent do you have?
Your Result: The Midland
“You have a Midland accent” is just another way of saying “you don’t have an accent.” You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, [...]
I’m not from Minnesota, but I’ve not seen a “California Thanksgiving” poem. So this Minnesota one will have to do for now:
Minnesota Thanksgiving
For that free Grace bringing us past great risks
& thro’ great griefs surviving to this feast
sober & still, with the children unborn and born,
among brave friends, Lord, we stand again in debt
and find [...]
Brandon got home over an hour ago.
I LOVE having the whole family here! What fun to see the two “missing” kids. And it sort of feels complete again.
It’s weird to think that, eventually, there will be no children here at all. Boo hoo.
Kelsey is now sleeping in her old room … I bought [...]
Kelsey is home! We are now munching out on Mr. Chau’s.
Now we wait for Brandon, whose estimated arrival is 8:15.
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November 22, 1963:
C. S. Lewis, Aldous Huxley and John F. Kennedy died on this date.
Maybe I’m missing blogs about this, but so far I’ve not seen anything about these deaths.
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I took a blogging day off yesterday for a variety of reasons. But here I am … exhausted, but here.
After the opera on Sunday a bunch of my opera pals, Dan, Jameson and I went to Il Fornaio for dinner. I had a wonderful time, and I was so honored to have my friends agree [...]
The mirror tells a story even I
cannot deny. When seeing eye to eye
with who I am and what I have become
I wonder at the time, and sometimes run
from truth. I know the glass won’t lie—but how
I wish it would!—a part of me thinks now,
yes even at a this half a century
of age, I somehow might, [...]
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