Willow Davis Roberts

When i was a kid she was quite possibly my favorite writer.

simple as it should be
Tristan Prettyman

A day with with the Dad

Had a blast with my dad last night. I forget how much i really like him. Yes, of course i love him but i really like him too. He is abrasive and loud, he can't tell a story without being extremely passionate. But for some reason it makes me laugh...probably because i see it in myself as well. He has, for the last 14 years or so, been someone with whom i can really just be myself, laugh, talk about the things that bother me, talk about the things that are making me happy, he always knows what to say to make me feel better about any situation, and just generally someone with whom i can have a great time.

a day with the dogs

I love days off. You wake up(whenever you desire), brush your teeth(hopefully, if you still have all of them), and spend you day doing whatever it is your heart fancies(and your pocketbook can handle). You can see whomever you yearn to see. Read anything you have an inclination to read, relax, put your feet up, lay in a hammock(it may be a bit on the warm side here in Texas...100degrees, yowza), Go for a run, picnic in the park or take the dogs out to romp. Catch a movie or take a drive out to the lake...you get the point.
It however is always much better when you have more than one or two days to spend in whatever way seems fitting.

I had lunch today on my break at Baby Greens on South First. It was actually pretty freaking good. I had a great salad with a spicy lime dressing. This was the first time that i have ever eaten here and i must say that i will most definitely return.

"I began dividing life in absolutes... Things and people were either perfectly bad, or perfectly good, and when life didn't obey this black-and-white rule, when things or people were complex or contradictory, I pretended otherwise. I turned every defeat into a disaster, every success into an epic triumph, and separated all people into heroes or villains. Unable to bear ambiguity, I built a barricade of delusions against it. "
— J.R. Moehringer (The Tender Bar: A Memoir)

somebody loved

somebody loved...deb talan