All's Well (?)

Notes, ramblings, and clips from a mom, wife, full-time employee, and future writer/editor extraordinaire.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

O' the day - 03.27.08

Who originally decided that a combination of letters used to denote a certain person had a specific meaning? Who had the master approval on what "John" meant, for instance, and who creates what newly made-up names (Katelyn, Britney, and so on) are to signify?

And who first came up with the age of fossils? Did some scientist walk out to the rocks one day and say, "These are one million years old, and we'll work everything backward from that"?

Monday, March 24, 2008

O' the day - 03.24.08

Spring should not be cold! I understand we're in the Ides and haven't yet gotten to the point where weather is fairly stable, but it's too chilly to be this late in the spring. A freeze tonight and the next night; I guess we're luckier than those in the north, who deal with cold temperatures well into May, but here in the south, I think we just should not have a winter that lasts quite this long. I long for the warm air and fresh breeze that doesn't chill one to the bone. Quicker than I think, it will be hot and we'll be looking for that cooler night, but for now, I yearn for the warmth that early summer brings to my bones and joints and face.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

O' the day - 03.11.08

Off to Dallas on business - the first of many such trips in my new position. Keep me in your thoughts as I travel, and I'll continue when I return.

Friday, March 07, 2008

O' the day - 03.07.08

Amazing how far inward one will turn when the body doesn't cooperate -- the pain becomes all-encompassing, making every outward decision and action one that takes more effort than seems worth it. Pain is the universal level, creating a playing field that we all scramble on, trying to reach that suffering-free end, while the goal seems to move farther and farther the closer we get.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

O' the day - 03.05.08

"Everyone knows I'm in over my head": one of my favorite songs, since that captures perfectly how I often feel. Who am I to say that I'm suited to the job I do, to the mother I am, to the wife I'd like to be? Life moves at a speed I don't know that I'm quite up to reaching just yet; time scrambles, rather than marches, and I'm always playing catch-up just to hang on by the thread I've spun for myself.