2010

There is something mystical about bubbles. They feel as if each has its own little world hidden away inside of their iridescent centers. I love how they capture the color of what is around them and reflect it back at you. It is amazing and whimsical to watch bubbles just drifting away in the breeze. I recommend it on a hard day. Each bubble consumes your worries and carries them away. It is a life saver, try it some time. ...

Last weekend my mom and I went to San Francisco for the Nike Women’s Half Marathon on Sunday morning. Saturday we spent at the expo gathering as many free goodies as we could. This consisted of about ten Pom drinks, a billion Luna bars and Ghiradelli chocolates (yes they give you chocolate!). We visited Niketown to get some awesome marathon merchandise and find our name on the wall. There is a wall filled with all of the names of the women participating in the Marathon. It took forever to find ours but we eventually did. ...

Tomorrow my mom and I are heading up to San Francisco for the Nike Women’s Half Marathon. This is my first time ever participating in this even and I am really excited and a little nervous. The expo is tomorrow and we get to explore San Francisco before we do the actual race on Sunday. I will update the posts tomorrow and the day of the race. Stay tuned for photos soon!

Dear Friends and Family, Hey everyone! I will be walking/running my first half marathon, next week in San Francisco. This will be my first time participating in the Nike Women’s Half Marathon. This event is to raise awareness and funds for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. There are so many people whose lives are touched by this illness and this is my way of doing my part. I am writing to see if I might gain your financial support. A personal donation or sponsorship from you at any level will be much appreciated. I hope you will help me support this amazing cause. Thank you all! ...

I will find the time for you again Another time When time has stretched out Like that old black cat Just laying Always laying there When time has come back Like the birds to my feeder When time comes back It will leave again Flowing back home Then out again Time has drifted by my window Knocking quietly But leaves as I crack open my window I leave a note for her A little song That says When you come back Come back again I will be waiting Waiting for you my friend I seal my window With that little scrap of paper Left on the outside Fluttering dangerously in the breeze But it never flies away It is still waiting For time Time to come back again To cross this side of the tracks And face me again Why did you leave Are the words Words that left holes In frosted glass Words whispered In a desperate time That won’t leave now Even though their meaning has The cat is still stretched out The birds have left the feeder The love note has blown away And the window is shut But where are you?

My aunt, Valri Peyser, is doing Open Studios this weekend. She has work that includes fabulous paintings with marvelous colors. She also has a line of painted wine bottles, with patterns, faces, and wonderful colors.

You were adorable with your little baby doll. I think you parents owned the shop you were outside of playing. You were talking with your little doll and then slapped it. I wonder what you were speaking of with the plastic face of an American doll. What did you have to speak about and why did it make you angry? Then you simply proceeded to drool on yourself. It was an interesting interaction to witness. Interesting indeed. ...