Sometimes I write short stories. One day, I want to write a book. Monday, September 7, 2009. Wednesday, August 12, 2009. The curse of too many options.

Sunday, August 29, 2010. My teammates and I at the 3-D Dinosaur Movie. At the San Diego Natural History Museum last Sunday. Concentrating on my crayon sketch of T-Rex at the Dinosaur Exhibit. A large group of us volunteered last Saturday to clean up and help. Paint a local high school before school starts up.

Monday, February 22, 2010. Sunday, February 7, 2010. I come to you, foolishly, wisely. You drop a silver coin in my hand, saying. Such as this you will become. I want to be brave. To be untainted, to be free. To love, to know and be known. To mingle my soul with yours. But it seems that the hellish traces of my fractured self. Can only be burned away and consumed. By the most harrowing of fires. With a gravity and smoke.

Rayna of course had a good time too and ate and ate and ate. She absolutely loved that I dressed up for her tea party. Birthdays are so much fun! This slideshow requires JavaScript. So, most of you know that about a year ago, Matt and I started the process of becoming foster parents. Well, after a few home visits, many classes and a ton of paperwork, our home was approved January 21. Can she ride in the front seat? So, on b.