A Day in the Life

So behind in posting! I've had all sorts of brilliant ideas that never came to fruition. Seems I've gotten lazy these days...

So here's a little bit of mental potpourri:

The trip went well but I'm glad to be back home... it's amazing what a car can smell like after 3 days of driving... our alarm clock radio woke us up the other morning to the lovely news that our friends in District 4 have finally regained consciousness and voted Cynthia McKinney OUT... I found out that one of my IV coworkers is on the front of Jill Phillips' newest album (3rd from the bottom left, with one arm raised)... Lime & Thai Chile Peanuts from Trader Joe's are tasty, but do not burp up well (ew)... no matter how old you get, you're always their "baby," and as time goes on and sweet little old ladies shrink, they accuse you of growing... I went through some of my old stuff at my parents' house and found my Headstart (Pre-K) diploma and cardboard mortarboard & tassel; I think I'll put that on my resume... the old adage (cliche) "You can't go home again" is shockingly accurate when you go from being Southern Baptist to Presbyterian... Tennessee is lovely country, but ain't nothin' in comparison with fair New Mexico, especially Los Alamos... apparently all good Presbyterians own pipes (Sam, you bad influence, you)... Nashville needs to pick up and move a little closer to Atlanta, so that I can go to things like the no cover charge, multi-Square Peg concerts being held on Tuesday nights... second cousins grow up really fast... it never fails, if you don't pack a book on a trip, you want to read, but if you bring an entire honking box, you find other things to do... no matter what was in the box, cats will brave all manner of odds to sit in the thing... cats, at least our cats, have perfected the art of looking both innocent and insolent at the same time... MySpace is taking over the world and that scares me... dinner tastes better when shared with friends... if anyone actually read all this, not only are you a loyal friend, but you have entirely too much spare time on your hands...

Yesterday was a marvelous day of "lasts": my last day selling shiny things at Pier 1 and Mom's last chemotherapy treatment. Whoo hoo! That's not mental potpourri, folks, that's news.