My Favorite Day

I love celebrating my life. I LOVE my life. I love being alive and I cherish it for the rare and fleeting thing that it is. I love thinking about all the crazy things I have experienced, all the amazing people I have met (and loved) along the way, all the mistakes I have made and the things I have accomplished. I love thinking about what surprises my life still has to offer.

I love knowing this is my one chance at life, this is my shot at living, laughing, loving and experiencing all the awesomeness this world has to offer. I don't take a minute of my life for granted (even if I sometimes do the amazing people in my life).

Music is a great memory-keeper. I hear certain songs and I remember some random moment in the history of my life... Driving across a freeway in the desert. Flying across an ocean. A long train ride in India. Learning to drive a stick for the first time. My first concert. My first boyfriend. Floating on my back at Hukilau on my 20th birthday and singing out oud. Skinny dipping under a full moon. Sitting on the boat sipping a Welch's Grape soda. Cowering under towels in a boat as we race back to shore in a thunderstorm. Listening to my walkman watching the lighthouse. Playing Little House on the Prarie in the woods. Playing freeze tag in a thunderstorm. Skipping school and driving to Galveston. Belting it out in the car. Dancing in the living room. Dancing in the street....

Life is Grand! Happy Birthday me!

Cinco de Mayo

Ahhhh...Mexico. Hard to believe its been a year since I was there, and now I am so far away from you. I will be dreaming of Ceviche and Aguas Frescas tonight.

Its 1992, Do you know where your kids are?

They might be at the Metallica concert. I know I was this weekend.

Ok, so, NO, I am not a metal fan. At all. But the other day at work, everyone started to get really excited because for some reason the Metallica tickets were only 10 Euros. And, they were playing at the newly-built arena just across the Spree river from the Studio. In fact, this was to be the arena's inaugural event. 10 Euros for a Friday night sounds like a bargain to me. So me, Cory and most of the rest of the company went and saw Metallica. In line some reporters tried to interview us, only to realize none of us were Metallica fans. That was pretty awesome.


As you can see from this picture, I was pretty ambivalent. And maybe in a little pain.


Cory, on the other hand...well, lets just say the 12 year old fanboy really came out in him. He played some mean air guitar.


But Mark (one of our coworkers and good friends) really summed it up. Heres a video:



Most of the stuff they played I had never heard and it was really terrible. When they started playing started playing some of the old stuff I recognize ...I have to admit I kinda felt like I was 12 again. Braces and all. I almost wish I had a picture of me with my bad hair and pasty white skin. (oh wait...see above!)

In fact, the concert brought back some serious middle school memories. Most of which involved Chris (KRISTOFFER!) and Robert and the mayhem and destruction we reigned upon Tananger (the suburb of Stavanger, Norway that I lived in). Chris introduced me to Metallica (as well as all of the good music I ever liked growing up). Robert introduced me to vandalism. Between those two boys, I have some pretty awesome memories of the early ninties.

All in all, the concert was actually incredibly lame. Those dudes are ooooollllld. Like, its really pathetic give it up already old. And they totally blew the big intro. And when they played One it sounded like a cover of themselves and was totally off tempo. And the sound was mixed really bad and you couldn't even hear the lead guitar and isn't that the point of metal? I don't really like concerts in big venues and I don't really like metal, and now I remember why.