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What if it rained letters? What if little p's and q's splashed on your arm or stuck on your glasses? L's would slide down my fingers and drop onto the ground, joining the alphabet soup that was forming the puddles. T's, c's and k's would pound hard on the tops of umbrellas and the b's would simply bounce off.

Maybe if it rained letters I could hold out my notebooks and collect poetry and prose. Or maybe my essays could write themselves.

If it rained letters we could read what the clouds say. Maybe they could settle this whole "global climate change" debate.

Perhaps different combination of letters would make a different taste when you caught them in your mouth. We could taste the satisfying words like, "understand" and "embrace," but "conflict" might not taste as sweet.

If it rained letters I'd go outside and collect them in cups and bowls, then arrange them on my refrigerator like magnets. And I would spell words that I really meant, and leave them there for you to read. Words like, "I Love You True" and "This Tastes Delicious" and "Thank You."

What would you do?

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Champion

I married a champion of a man. You heard me. A champion.

I asked him for a favor today. I had a test review until 6:30 so I called to see if he could chop up the veggies and chicken for fajitas. I'd make the seasoning and throw it all together in a snap when I got home. But that would save me some time.

I texted him at 6:29, "I'm going to be late. . . want to google something or make up your own spices? we're only on essay 3 of 5. . ."

At 6:30 I get a response, "It's already made."

That's just the kind of champ I married.

So I get home and I tell him how good it smells, how proud I am of him, how happy it made me to come home to the table all set and everything beautifully in its place, and then I ask him what he used to season the fajitas. He said he'd tell me after I finished my first one.

It was delicious. But I still had to pry it out of him: come one, WHAT DID YOU USE?

Why so sheepish? Because he used popcorn butter flavoring. THE POWDER KIND that they put on movie theater popcorn. Hilarious. He said it tasted like the cinema. I honestly couldn't taste a thing other than fajita.

So, courtesy of Mikey, here's the recipe:

Fajitas (to impress your wife with)

1 large yellow bell pepper
1 onion
2 chicken breasts
leftover salsa juice
vegetable oil
couple shakes of pepper
liberal amounts of popcorn flavoring

Saute veggies and chicken in oil and "spices" until meat is cooked thoroughly

Also, we donated blood today and my O- husband pumped his out in 5 and 14 seconds. Record time. (I finished up in a lousy 10 minutes and still passed out).

Ah-choo-la

I was making guacamole this morning and I got Cholula on the back of my pointer-finger.

Then I wiped my nose.

Then I sniffed.

And it burned. And I sneezed. And I cried.

Mynd

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Autumnal

I wish I was Nathaniel.

Overboard

So maybe I have the tendency to over react a titch. Maybe.

We live within a block of Cougar Stadium so with Saturday's big game, the street was packed almost all day. We put out chairs on the curb to save a few parking places for our family and moved our car to the curb as well (since contractually we can't park in our driveway on home game days or the 4th of July. A parking slot is pricey real estate on those days...)

The game started at 5 and at 4 I got a call from Lil'Lou reminding me that I was supposed to be doing her hair for the big dance that night. I had Mikey save my spot on the street with some chairs while I was away for an hour on hair duty and when I got back someone had moved the chairs and parked their ginormous SUV in my spot. I was livid.

So of course I walked straight in the house (after parking up the street) to write a note that when something like this:

Dear Cougar Fan,
We hope you're enjoying our parking spot. We are so glad you moved the chairs at your convenience to make room for your car so you could have such a nice short walk to the stadium. We had to park our car up the street and walk to our house, but don't worry, the walk was lovely.

Then I stuck the note to their car.

A few hours later we got a call from our landlords upstairs. And I realized what a dork I am. And how I probably shouldn't claim public property. And stick notes to people's cars.

Dinner

Mikey and I made a real dinner tonight. Like meat, veggies, sides, salad, everything. You'd think that after nearly five months of being married we would have done this by now, but between our set-up in DC, traveling all of August, and family engagements back at home, I've hardly cooked a meal since April!

Here's a link to the corn recipe we used. Mikey loves Cholula, and I love Jackson Polluck, so it worked out pretty well.



Just a side note: We do know how to set a table and that forks go on the left, but our camera is on vacation and Photobooth reverses the picture.

Pouring

It's storming outside my window. Loud thunder. Raindrops racing down the pane of glass. Sounding rooftops as they get attacked with water. Flashes of light, bringing contour to an otherwise flat, gray sky. Slices of brilliance seemingly severing the clouds.

I'm entranced. I can't focus on emails and designs for Christmas Cards, branding for the department . . . All I want to do is sit here and wait for the sun to break up the commotion. And for the wetness to cease.

It's amazing. I feel like I'm back east again, only this time I'm inside rather than caught in the downpour whilst walking the city streets.

Is this what majesty is?

The sun is here.

Dark

I got up a 3:30 today. It was still dark outside, but the smell of oil paint quickly roused my tired eyes and body.

It's back to the grind.

I'm trying to get back in the habit of posting.

It's hard.

In other news, Mikey had flowers delivered to my office today and the card had the same inscription that my ring does. It was especially poignant today when we started our morning together long before the sun awoke.