Quickly, quickly

Okay. Not much time.
Crazy weekend.
We found out two horrible events on Sunday within two hours of each other. First: Chris' former pastor in Waco at UBC died yesterday during the service from being electrocuted. Horrible. And I don't think I can get off from work to attend the funeral tomorrow but I think Chris can go. Please keep UBC, the Lake Family, the David Crowder Band and the community from/of UBC in your prayers and good thoughts. Kyle is survived by his wife and three children (all under the age of Five!)

Second: some really really good friends might be getting a divorce. I don't want to disclose the names of them, but they are very dear to us and this is a hard time not only for them but also for people who love them.




And now, for something completely different and probably horribly offensive and dis-respectful: Chris and Michelle's Christmas List

one pear tree (a good kind for Austin temperatures, I hear the asian pear trees do well)
one mexican plum tree

help re-wiring our house (our bathroom light has not worked for four months)

fenders for bike tires so when it is raining my butt doesn't get wet! (both Chris and Michelle)


That is all I can think of right now, but I know there is more that I am just forgetting. I will update often.

Thanks for all your support and love,
Michelle

Uninspired

Ho Hum.

I am writing because I feel obligated. I have failed to write in a while and the last time I wrote, it was such garbage, I still smell the composting fumes of it.

My, my, what a dark and dreary mood I am in. Why? you ask? I have no idea. Blame it on the depression! That is what I do. But here is what I am going to blame it on today: pictures of me.
I saw some pictures of me last night and freakin' crapola, I looked like shit. I have been eating healthy, riding my bike a lot and just recently I started running again with Joy. What in the hell? Why do I look like I weigh more in those pictures from two weeks ago than I did at my wedding last year when I feel like I have been losing weight. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. I hate it. Seriously.

So, of course, I sleep instead of run. I steal two cookies from the freezer instead of eating my yogurt. I drove here to Flightpath instead of riding my bike and here I sit, on my ass, surfin the net and then, I complain, bitch and moan. Get over it, Michelle.

Sometimes, I wish I did have multiple personalities so I could seriously chew myself out and not feel like I am just talking to myself. Which I guess I would essentially be doing if I did have MP but at least I wouldn't know it.

Sunday is our one year anniversary. I like that. I like that I have been married to Chris for almost a year but it doesn't feel like it. I like that. I love being married to him.
We are going to Wimberley tonight because I promised my family I would go to Todd's football game. So, when we get into town, we are having dinner with my parents, going to a high school football game and then staying in the same bed and breakfast we stayed on our wedding night, which is the best part of the whole night. That bed and breakfast is really fancy, y'all. I mean, even fancier than those places that leave mints on the pillows, y'all. And the breakfast is superb.

So, I am going to run some errands.

Please don't comment in response to my pity party. It just makes me feel worse because I know I am loved and have the greatest friends in the world regardless of what I look like.
Love,
Michelle

I'm such a weenie

It's cold. I love it, though I am really cold. Brrr...plus I am sitting outside my beloved coffee shop so I can keep an eye on my bike because I left my bike lock in the car. So, I am cold. And it is hard to type with leathery hands in the cold. Brrr...But I love it. I am not complaining because i would much rather have the cold than the 108 degrees of sweltering hell any day.

I want to write some more on how bush is an idiot. Supposedly there is a report coming out on BBC soon recording Bush telling some diplomats how God instructed him to start the wars. But I can't write about it today. I am just too tired. I am too tired of wanting to shake people who think that their religion is superior and everyone needs to obey its rules and hey, let's go start some wars over it and breed more terrorists in the meantime! I mean, even before all this, way way before all this, I used to complain about religious wars.

Gotta go eat..
michelle