Why Don't You Go Outside and Kiss the Rain?

Ever have those days that go well enough, but you just can't make yourself content enough to go to bed? That's when it's time to break out the Billie. Thank goodness it IS raining outside and I can go kiss it. But I'd rather just stay up for hours, listening to good music, and catching up with the people I miss most in life. Haley, you just MUST come down here when you get the opportunity. And the rest of you... I know it's pointless to even ask.

And when the sun comes out tomorrow, I'll take Jann's advice: Hold out your heart and on it let the sun shine down. Sunshine is a wonderful thing. Makes everything feel better again. And it inspires some great songs. Katrina & the Waves are walking on it and it makes us happy when days are crappy (wait... are those made-up lyrics or the real thing?). Is anyone else sitting there singing the song now just to try to remember what the next line is?!?! Suns also make great tattoo art, in my opinion. Although, I read something (or maybe I heard it somewhere) a few weeks ago that asked what life will be like 40, 50, 60 years from now when we have all these grannies running around with tattoos on saggy, crinkledy skin. Oh well, whoever said that is probably ugly anyway.

Anyway... I spent two hours on a phone call today, hunched over my phone (which was lying on the desk, set to speaker phone) trying to make myself sound clear. I would've just held the phone up to my ear... but the drawback of a PocketPC is that it has a very sensitive touchpad that is just where your face goes. I guess my cheek is fatter than most people's because I constantly disconnect my phone calls with it. Most of the time, the speaker phone picks up my voice pretty well... but I guess the distance between here & Tijuana was just too much for it to overcome. I had to concentrate... too hard. And now I need a good masseuse to take care of this overwhelming tightness. Between the phone and the unforgiving ergonomics of my desk & chair, I'm in bad shape.

Just for the record, it's "you make me happy when skies are gray".

Okay, those of you who were there or have heard the story will probably get a chuckle out of seeing the pic of Jon & me at my high school reunion. Thanks, Donna! If you look closely, you can see the mashed potatoes in the martini glass I was telling you about... who does that?!?!?

And I just happened across this one, my FAVORITE (pic & spot) from our honeymoon in Hawaii... and the origin of Kona (the dog)'s name. This particular spot is the Place of Refuge (it is officially Pu'uhonua o Honaunau). This is where I lost the keys to the car that I just had to have. Luckily, I was already here at the place of refuge, where (if you get here before they catch you) the slate is wiped clean, sins are forgiven, and you can go back to your life without punishment for your wrongdoings.

Finally, Coop & Kona just trying to get a little shut-eye while I worked. Too cute. They found the one tiny little sliver of sunlight that streams into the office about 4:00 each afternoon. I swear I remember more sunlight in the summer. Maybe I just make up the sunshine in my mind.

Here's to sunshine, mashed potatoes (no martini glass necessary), forgiveness, & sleepy puppy smell.