Yes, I'm a bad person, I haven't posted for at least 2 weeks. More like 3. Sheesh. So while I think of something original to write about, here's a bit of info about me, the subject headings of which I shamelessly copied from a friend's blog. Her answers were much more pithy and witty and self-expressing. We'll see how I do.

7 Celebrity Crushes
Colin Firth
The guy who played Gilbert Blythe on the made for TV Anne of Green Gables
Johnny Depp
Harrison Ford (the "Indiana" days)
...and that's about it. I'm really not much into the whole celebrity crush thing.

7 Things I'm Good At
Recommending wine
Baking cookies
Running long distances
Organizing things
Talking to people
Decorating Christmas trees
Putting together puzzles

7 Things I Plan to Do Before I Die
Publish a work of prose
Have a job I love
Visit Ireland/Scotland
Have a few good lifetime friends
Buy a house with some woods around it
Hike the whole PCT (in sections)
Run a marathon

7 Things I Cannot Do:
Make a decision quickly
Open my closet without feeling like I need to organize it - again
Successfully keep my kitchen clean for more than 1 hour at a time
Keep a straight face when telling a joke
Smell asparagus without gagging
Open a bottle of wine without making it POP obnoxiously
Drink coffee black

...and that's all I have time for. Much more important things to do now, yes, much more important things to do. Check back soon for some interesting thoughts on the job hunt that everyone I know is going through right now. Later, friends.

Snow Day Pictures!

What's that off in the distance? A bird? A plane? 

Well, if you're going to die on Mt. Hood, you might as well get a good picture out of it! 

I think I'm being dragged up the mountain... 

Very Cute... but does this parka make my butt look big??? 

Phew.

Well, the Wedding of the Century is over. The vows have been said, the cake has been cut, and some of us bridesmaids are still nursing our blisters from busting some wicked moves all over that faux wood dance floor.

It was quite lovely. Everything flowed, there were few behind the scenes glitches, and no one even stumbled during the ceremony. Perfect. I had a great time, the bride and groom had a great time, and all of their guests had a great time.

So now that it's the next day and my hair is still looking as neat and tidy as ever (I think I saw my stylist empty two whole cans of hair spray in the creation of my 'do), my thoughts yet again rest on the idea of getting married. It seems that I've reached the age when quite a few of my friends are starting down the path to getting hitched. I swear, sometimes I have to wake myself up and realize that I'm not 16 and being friends with engaged and married people isn't weird and 'old' anymore. I haven't really thought about marriage for myself in a while... but it seems that now my idea of getting married has changed. I used to look on it as this romantic idealistic thing... well, I still do, but the whole thought of getting hitched kind of makes me twitch. If anyone has seen that Sex and the City episode when Carrie gets hyperventilates and gets hives after trying on a wedding dress and believes that her body is 'physically rejecting the idea of marriage' knows what I'm talking about.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that while I was standing at the front of a church yesterday, only inches away from my best friend while she was commiting herself to the man she loves, I placed myself in her shoes. It scared me so much that I nearly dropped my bouquet, but I couldn't help but want that for myself despite my fear. Maybe when a person comes to the realization that the person they are with now is a person they could see themselves with forever then the whole idea gets less scary and more desirable. Maybe, hopefully, God will put that in my path someday, when He has made me ready for it. And hopefully without the hives.

Here's something decidedly less serious.

"Her body moved with the frankness that comes from solitary habits. But solitude is only a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot; every choice is a world made new for the chosen. All secrets are witnessed. "

- Barbara Kingsolver, Prodigal Summer

Clearing Up a Few Things

Okay. So it's the morning after.... the big event at the winery, that is. The last day and a half has been a total learning experience, in all of the best and worst ways. Following is a quick explanation of just a handful of occurances from the previous 36 hours:

- I am not dating either a bat or a caveman. Or even a half-bat half-caveman. He's a great guy that just happens to camp out with other people in caves sometimes. If anything, that would make him a bear. But he's not.

- One glass of wine does not a drunk person make. I swear last night there were people who would practically fall over my table after just one glass of Pinot gris. Riiiight.

- I can kick down a door. Ask me for details on that story.

- I am able to work continuously for over 14 hours on 4 hours of sleep and no food and have a fabulous time.

- Moms are always the best ones to call after you've been locked in a tiny hallway for nearly 2 hours.

- One can actually learn a few things from watching MacGuyver. And I totally thought all those hours were just wasted time. Hah!

- Word of blog travels faster than word of mouth.

... And I'm done. Have yourselves a great day, I'm going to have a glass of wine. Or a bottle. Whatever.

Goodbye Sleep, Hello Somebody!

Ah. A lack of sleep has never been so sweet.

I ask this - why, when you mean someone new, does regard for work, time, and completing tasks that make life possible (like grocery shopping, sleep, etc.) just fly right out the window?

Suddenly, staying up and talking until 4 AM and getting 3 hours of sleep before a huge day at work seems very acceptable, even normal. Suddenly, it's totally okay that you're living on ramen noodles and peanut butter because you would rather meet up with that someone new after work instead of going to the store. And suddenly, you find yourself being incredibly preoccupied and smiling for no reason, making everyone around you think you're on something or have some sort of evil plan.

Well, I have no evil plan. Some evil thoughts maybe, but no evil plan. No, I'm just preoccupied with the best things in the world to be preoccupied with - the memory of holding hands, the thought of a past conversation, and being excited about what's yet to be.