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His name is Daniel Loud Hawk. He is a 54 year old, out of work, homeless Native American. He is a former shoe maker with graying hair. He has the teeth of an Englishman. And the face of God. He was waiting outside of Barnes & Noble for someone to offer help. I handed him the only bill I had in my wallet. And that's when something unexpected happened. He said, "You've helped me before, haven't you?" I said to him, "I don't think so." For I know I had not helped this particular man before. Daniel Loud Hawk is not an individual you would forget. But in that moment when he asked that question, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was not Daniel Loud Hawk who was speaking to me. It was my God who has been pressing on my heart not to turn a blind eye to his people in need. It was an incredible experience. Sure I know there is a stigma against homeless individuals. "They'll only buy alcohol or drugs if you give them money."

I'm sitting here in my pink plaid pajama bottoms, pink tank top with a tiny pink bow on it, and pink glitter painted toenails. Growing up pink was my favorite color. Lately I have been super into it again. There's just something so fun and whimsical about pink. And girly . I think that's why it's recaptured my attention so. It's become very important to me lately to reclaim my girlhood. I like pink and ruffles and bows and lace and princessy things. For so long I've wanted to be seen as the low maintenance girl, the girl who's just as comfortable in heels as a baseball hat, the girl who likes to play pool and poker. I'm still all those things, but I'm also a girl . And so as much as I love poker night and other "guy" things, for now I need to pull myself out of situations where I'm just "one of the guys." I'm not and I don't want to be seen as such. Now I think it's time for a tea party. ;)

It has been quite some time since I've written about relationships, though much has been brewing in my mind the past several weeks. I feel compelled to hit upon 2 subjects related to this matter: 1. dating rules 2. the "friend zone" (which yes falls under the purview of rules, but is such a large topic it deserves it's own point.) I recently heard a friend say, "I'm breaking all my rules in dating this girl, but it's going so well." Now don't misread that, he wasn't talking about compromising his morals or integrity. All he was doing was going against all the silly dating guidelines he had built up for himself. Examples: (not specific to this friend) 1. don't date a friend 2. don't date someone from work 3. don't date someone younger 4. don't date someone who a friend used to have a crush on 5. don't date someone who doesn't like the same kind of movies/music/television as you Okay wait, we might have something subs

I hope 2007 has started off nicely for all of you. It has been okay for me so far. I left Houston to spend New Year's Eve in LA. It was fun, but it was hard to leave family and now I am roommateless for the week as Nicole is house-sitting, so I went from being surrounded with people to being home alone. It's not that fun. BUT I am optimistic for this year and have every hope that 2007 will make 2006 look like weak sauce. ;) As mentioned, I spent Christmas in Houston where I got to meet my new, adorable nephew. Here, despite Raj's complaints that a photo blog doesn't count as "real" blogging, I will give you a Christmas photo review. Enjoy! The nephew dressed as Santa, with his best gangsta face & calling his reindeer homies with his gang signs. Ravi got Alaina a Boston hat for Christmas. Jadyn hugging her baby brother. A good old fashioned game of pass the baby. And a good old fashioned game of throw balls of tissue paper at your nieces. That&#