high bed in the low chapel

With David, I have no complaints except for mid-day phone calls that go like this...

[David] Hey, what are you doing?
[Nicole] I'm going to pick up some lunch and then head to the car wash.
[David] Which car wash?
[Nicole] The one on the eastside.
[David] Why are you doing that? There's one closer to you on the westside. You know, it's on Lancaster Blvd. and something.
[Nicole] I'm just going to the one on the eastside. It's plenty close to my office.
[David] I'm telling you, the one of the westside is closer.
[Nicole] DAVID, I'm going to the car wash on the eastside!

In his pervasive desire to be helpful, the man has a tendancy to beat a dead horse. But, he supports everything I do. And it's so nice to be able to be myself and actually felt like working at being a better person all at the same time.

Sallie Mae was sold very recently and boy, am I glad that frickin' student loan is just two months from being paid off. It should coincide with my 30th birthday and I think I'll throw a Happy 30th/Thank God I Paid Off My Student Loan party. And I'm inviting everyone I know because we're getting David's company beach house for the bash. Yum.

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Been feelin' like a bad writer lately. Oh, who am I kidding? I always feel like that and it rears it's fuzzy, mushy face now and again. My friend Melodie, whose husband died suddenly at 34 just a few weeks ago and then gave birth to a son just two weeks ago, manages to write amazing blog entries throughout this horrible ordeal. The woman doesn't skip a beat. Between sleeping, feedings, and doctor's appointments, she sits down and gets right to the point using perfect prose.

I found a book on writing style in my room a few weeks ago then it left my room. After a half-hearted search in the bookshelf opposite my computer just now, I can't find it. I'm sure it's good. I want to look at it again. Now, most of my writing is done at work. OK, fine, all my writing is done at work. And, naturally, brevity is the soul of transportation analysis. I'm not writing three pages on the City's red light camera program quarterly progress report. Homie don't have time for that.

Gum grafting surgery was on Thursday. My gums didn't hurt and I just had to believe that 3mm of recession was somehow detrimental to my overall health. So, I shelled out something less than $3K to have my gay peridontist slice into my mouth. [Oh, come on MetLife Dental. Work your magic!] Will I regret this? It's possible. The packing is more annoying than the stitches. I specifically requested the stitches be cut very short as I spent many an hour trying to cut stitches out of my throat back in 2000 after my tonsil removal procedure.

I kicked my hiking partners' butts this morning despite my feeble state. Yippee!

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