QUOTALICIOUS

I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
---Maya Angelou

Ba-dum CHING

Mood: Just ducky.
Listening to: The neighbors downstairs. Loud bastards.

I had a really great weekend. On Friday night Loo took me to see Rent. It is her favoritest thing ever and I feel really lucky to have the opportunity to experience it with her. I understand the big deal now - it was a really great production. And I've had one or two of the songs stuck in my head ever since. When people ask me what it is about I have such a hard time explaining it. It's about so many different things. But mostly perhaps it's about perserverance under the most painful circumstances. Life does go on. I think I spelled that word wrong. I'm toooooo sleepy to care.

Saturday was a good day too. Rob and I went across the street and played fetch (aka Tennis). We were out there for quite awhile until it started to storm. It was a really cool lightning storm. It also thundered Saturday morning and this morning too. I like waking up to thunder.

Today was a lazy day. It was friggen windy though and that really sucks. We didn't do much but go to Dairy Queen (Yay for the Misty slush!). I FINALLY made lasagna tonight for Rob. It was damn good, and unfortunately he'll be gone for the week and I'll be stuck with all the leftovers. Good for me, not so good for him. All it was missing was some good wine or something. I should learn how to cook so I can do that more often. The rewards seem to make the effort worth it.

Crisy called me and put me on speakerphone to hear Gavyn laugh. It was the cutest damn thing. I can't wait to see them again. I miss them both so much.

This blog was going to be more than just a 'What Wendy Does' update - but I don't have much to say anymore. I was reading the archives of my old weblogs and they seemed so much more emotional. It was mediocre writing, but at least I was reaching some depths. But then again my life was all about the drama back in those days so that was probably all I had to write about anyway.

A sample:
1.21.2002
Why does moving home sound so tempting? I could get away. I could save money. I could create my own life... or is it because I could recapture my old life? Making money and paying off bills, living for free and eating for free sounds like a luxury compared to the stressful life of worrying about money that I live now. I couldn't just up and move and make no money for my next month's bills though. That wouldn't work. But my main question is: If I am so eager to leave everything behind and move 100 miles away, is it me being frugal and trying to save money - or is it me deciding the time has come to run and get out while I still think I can?

I'm so glad that isn't my life anymore.
Glad and grateful.