reverie

In 1982 I was blessed not only to be born in the greatest nation on God's green earth, but also during the presidency of one of the greatest men in American history--Ronald Wilson Reagan. While I was only 6 years old when Reagan left office, I remember his presidency. I remember knowing even as a young girl that this was a great man. If you've ever talked politics with me, I've probably mentioned that I've been into it since I was 6. I distinctly remember our 1st grade class vote in 1988 between Bush and Dukakis. But when I really think about it, my interest in politics started before that. It started with Reagan. Under Reagan, America was a nation that didn't apologize for being exceptional, nor pretend we were on a level playing field with any other country. As a little girl, I dreamt that maybe one day I'd be president--the first woman to accomplish that feat. My dad encouraged me that I could do it, and I think Reagan made me believe that it was a t

I decided last week that 2011 was my arch-nemesis. This is not a title I offer lightly, but rather one that 2011 was insistent upon claiming. At the end of January a job I loved ended; I was fortunate enough to find another job quickly, and during the first week at that job my lovely little kiwi green Ford Focus met an untimely end when it was crashed into and totaled while parked at the office . . . 9 days before my birthday. The ensuing nightmare with the negligent driver's insurance company is still ongoing. 2011 has not been shy with it's havoc-wreaking, but that is the most glaring example of its cruelty. Intellectually, I have had the capacity to recognize that the upheavals I've been facing can be redeemed for God's purposes. My car getting totaled became an opportunity to get out of my car loan, and make wiser financial choices. In my head I could see that God was at work, but it wasn't until this morning that I realized my heart hasn't seen it. My

The image below comes from my new favorite website . This one in particular had me cracking up! Pepto Pistol! I'm pretty sure "nudnik" is going to become my new universal insult. Bad driver = "Ugh, that guy is a real nudnik." Moron = "She's a complete nudnik." Epic Fail = "Wow, you really nudnik'd that." The possibilities are . . . nudnik. ;)

I have now lived in Texas for just over a year now. I love Texas; it fits me. But until recently I was woefully lacking in something that all good Texans need--cowboy boots! :) Ever since I decided that I would be moving to Texas, I had an overwhelming desire to own pink cowboy boots. And then for Christmas my sister gave me money for a boot shopping trip! So in late December, my sister, our friend Ashlee, and I ventured out to buy boots. Having researched pink cowboy boots online several times, I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted. I checked out all the styles the store had to offer, found the 1 I liked, tried them on, and bought them. Here they are--my delightful, lovely, pink cowboy boots! Now all I really need is a gun and I'll be able to call myself a proper Texan! :)

My love for Jared Leto and his band 30 Seconds to Mars has been made fairly well-known here. What I haven't yet shared is how I got to meet Jared Leto... On September 9, 2009 the band put out a cryptic message on Twitter about previewing new music from their upcoming album "This Is War" which at the time had not yet been released. I was eager to hear new music. The meeting place was at Hollywood & Highland at noon. Luckily, it was close enough to where I used to work that I could check it out on my lunch break. I arrived there and met up with some other 30 Seconds to Mars street team members and street team leaders I had worked with throughout the summer. I wasn't sure what to expect. We waited for a little while and then a black Cadillac CTS sport sedan drove up. Shannon Leto, Jared's brother and drummer for 30 Seconds to Mars, was driving. That was exciting on its own, but then I looked in the passenger seat, did a double take, and sure enough Jared

Happy first day of February! This is a joyous occasion as it means we are through with January, which is well-documented to be the worst month of the year, and we are onto a month full of delight & promise. February 2011 waltzes in with a forecast for snow in Houston (rare and thus magical & wonderful in this region), a flight booked to see my dear friend Shauna, the return of baseball, a new job possibility, and of course my birthday! February does carry with it many additional happy events, but as I have enumerated them previously I shall refrain from repeating them. This February also ushers forth my return to blogging, as I simply could not miss out on my tradition of extolling the virtues of this beloved month. And soon you can expect to hear of many tales that have gone untold in my absence. As a preview, pink cowboy boots, Jared Leto, and perhaps rifles will be involved in upcoming posts, but not all at once. :) Have a wonderful February & watch for flying monkeys