wandering mind

He comes over in the next cube and starts arguing loudly again Republicans, democrats, religion, war Unwelcome, uninvited sound waves grating on my nerves I just want to meet this deadline I reach for my ipod and jam the rescue into my ears Music starts blasting A calm ensues Scene in the next cube becomes silent Arms waving, mouth moving, cynical smiles Become downright comical I smile to myself as my finger flow over the keyboard All is well again :)

I read this on snowbrush's blog and I thought what a great way to celebrate Valentine's day :) So here I go I love my family I love my friends I love my dogs I love books I love our Library System I love red wine I love dark chocolate I love to hear my daughters play flute and guitar I love to hear my daughters sing I love to sing I love to laugh loudly I love dancing I love the color orange I love cheesecake I love butter I love vegetables I love yogurt I love anticipation of my kitchen garden I love cheese I love my shamrock plant with delicate white blossoms I love heated seats in my car I love the internet I love summer and beaches and palm trees I love sweating I love technology I love loving the same music as my kids as well as the music I love from the 80's I love anticipation of spring I love walking and running I love cotton blankets I love cashmere sweaters I love Tai Chi I love Yoga I love comfy couches I love fireplaces I love Ikea pastries and coffee I love far...

Yesterday I had to stay home because my daughter was not well. I was trying to login to work to get some work done, but for some reason the connection wasn't working. So, I sat on the floor next to the fireplace with my laptop and surfed the web randomly. My daughter and I watched the past two episodes of top chef that we had missed. Then we watched some reruns of the Cosby Show and shared a good laugh. Every now and then I got up to give her orange juice or make myself some ginger tea. I haven't had such a relaxing day in a while. All weekends are a frenzy of activities and vacations are 'try to cram in a lot of fun' crazy. So, my resolution for the next year is to take random wednesdays off, every now and then, just because...

I just finished reading Cleopatra's daughter and I am in love with the love story of Cleopatra Selene and Juba II. I want to find out more about them. Anyone has any recommendations?

I stroll past a red maple glowing bright red in the evening sun one tiny leaf waiting for me since last spring waiting for me to notice her beauty clinging with all her might barely holding on takes a sigh of relief when my eyes land on her and flutters to the ground her wait is over (image from here )

I participated in the Baltimore Running festival on October 16th and ran the half marathon. It was a perfect day for running and I was full of nervous energy. I was told to walk the first mile or two to warm up since I was dealing with a hip injury. So I ran the first three miles as fast as I could. What can I say, I got caught in the energy that is there at the start of such things. Things slowed down after that. Come mile 7 there was more walking then running happening. I practically limp-walked the last two miles. To make a long story short – I finished the event in 3 hours – about 30 minutes more than my goal time. But I did finish it on my own and didn’t have to be carried off the course – so I am happy with that outcome Last time when I did the half marathon it was so hot and miserable that I told myself never to do it again - I guess 'never' amounted to two years because I forgot the misery and decided to do it again this year. This year the weather was so good, if it wa...

There is this great chocolate bar called Chocolove. It comes with a love poem. I really liked it and thought I would share it here : I Do Not Love Thee I do not love thee! no! I do not love thee! And yet when thou art absent I am sad; And envy even the bright blue sky above thee, Whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad I do not love thee! yet, I know not why, Whate'er thou dost seems still well done, to me: And often in my solitude I sigh That those I do love are not more like thee! I do not love thee! yet, when thou art gone, I hate the sound (though those who speak be dear) Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. I do not love thee! yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep, brightm and most expressive blue, Between me and the midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes, I ever knew. I know I do not love thee! yet, alas! Others will scarcely trust my candid heart; And oft I catch them smiling as they pass, Because they see me gazing wh...