Saturday, July 14, 2007

Gettin' some

FINALLY. And can I just say, YUM.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

The Highlight of My Day

So it's Thursday. No big shakes. Got up, went to work, came home, etc.

But the highlight of my day was having dinner with my friend Amanda. We had tried to set up a meet time for the past two weeks, as I had Amanda's pillow. Why, you ask? Well, there was a drunken girls' night a few weeks ago, and among many other things left behind (my dignity, some of that night's dinner, etc.) was Amanda's favorite pillow. And we all know what it's like to miss your favorite sleepy time friend.

Anyway, as Amanda & I chatted and had dinner, I really was touched by the fact that we've been friends now for 10 years. And I have 2 other friends who fall in that same category. How cool is it to have such great girlfriends that we've survived a DECADE in each other's very different lives?! I think it's pretty awesome.

I remember my grandma telling me something very important once. "Di," she said, "always keep your girlfriends as number one. Boys come and go, but girlfriends...they stick." Grandma was right.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Yay, incentives!

I love incentive pay. Many times as I work at the bank, I think, "Why do I try so hard?". And then, I get my incentive pay added to my regular check.

Ch-ching!

Thursday, July 05, 2007

It's been so long...

It's been so long since I posted, but I want to start again. Stuff's been going down in my life and the lives of those closest to me, and I feel the need to vent. So here goes...

My cousin lost her husband last week to a bone marrow disease. He was 29, and so full of life. I keep replaying their wedding over and over in my head; the sun is setting over the Hawaiian beach, I'm nervously clutching Brian's wedding band as I stand up there with them, Cindy is saying her vows, my uncle Mitch is crying. It's such a juxtaposition to what the reality is only a year and half later (to this day, in fact). Brian is gone; his funeral was Monday. Cindy is a widow, and I don't know how to help her grieve this man she loved so much.

I'm filled with anger; why couldn't it have been someone else? Why did pneumonia set in like that? Why Brian?

I'm also filled with despair; despite everything everyone did, he didn't make it. What else should have been, or could have been done? If I had prayed, or if this, or if that...

But mostly, I'm just filled with sadness, that a life so well lived was cut so terribly, terribly short. You will always be loved, Brian Swanson - and you will be so very missed.