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My friend Jeff

So I made a new friend... His name is Jeff. I met Jeff two weeks ago when he came into the stall at the Farmer's Market. I couldn't tell when I met him if he was homeless or just an eccentric dresser. He was very polite and sweet and didn't steal anything. He was ok in my book.

Anyway, I met Jeff again at Molly's last Saturday night when I was suffering a severe depression from my bridesmaids dress looking like a freaking sausage casing on me and having my sister (the Bride) tell me 15 times that it wasn't going to zip. He came into the patio and I went up and introduced myself and told him I was the nut lady from the Market... I invited him to come back the next day and I'd hook him up with some discount raisins.

When he left he stopped at our table and said "I can't give much, but I can still give compliments, and you three girls are just beautiful.  See you tomorrow."

Well, in my current "Could a dog leash and the studs in my ceiling support my elephantine body weight long enough for me to David Carradine myself" state of mind, his compliment made me feel just a little less um.... round.

So he comes on Sunday and I introduce him to Aaron, Aaron gives me the "You don't like regular people at the market but you'll be friends with a homeless?" look, I smile and say "That's right,   he thinks I'm pretty."

I take Jeff to the dried fruits to find him a say and say, "Do you like raisins?"
Jeff says no, I laugh and without two-seconds of thought say to him: "Are you nuts?"

Now what I meant was, are you a nut person, do you prefer nuts to fruit. But what he and I both heard was: "Are you nuts?"

To which he replied, "Well, yes, a little."

Well now I've got a project, a makeover waiting to happen..



My mother already told me he can't live here, (even in the garage) so I'm taking suggestions.

What to do with Jeff. A makeover seems obvious to me but possibly a little impractical. Should I ask him how he became homeless? Is that rude? Can I ask him where he sleeps? What is the homeless to homed etiquette?

We've all seen that episode of 90210 where Brenda brings the homeless guy to Christmas and we all remember how that worked out. He's just so nice, and he thinks I'm pretty.

Happy New Yeaaa

As I begin the year of my 30th one here on earth I've been spending more and more time thinking. Thinking about the serious stuff like the meaning of life.... sustaining joy and love... fitting into size 10 jeans... strategizing my kidnap of Dave and how to get Chihuahuas to stop barking at a mailman.

In my mental travels I've decided upon some things that have become or need to become priorities of mine (like the size 10 jean thing). I'm settling into the decision that the best way for materialize my thoughts is to share them with you. To open myself and to failure and success and love and ego reducing sharing.

I think sometimes we're so afraid of judgement that we limit ourselves to the safety of things we're familiar with.  But that so far has left me feeling well, just limited. And as the hours and days fly by faster and faster it's becoming blazingly apparent to me that life is too short. Certainly too short for hatred and anger but more importantly, too short not to be outrageous and a source of light for those who only see darkness.

My light screams to me sometimes when I see people stuck in a negative rut, but I'm realizing that isn't my light screaming, it's my ego. Instead of doing the judging I fear so steeply, I need to "Become the change I want to see in the world." Change the batteries in my light so that it can help light the path for someone else.

And here it is. Here is the plan. Get ready. Got a pen? You're going to want to write this down.
I'm going to love. I'm going to look at everyone that makes me want to cringe or snap or shout or rage or cry or anything other than love and I'm going to take the time to realize that the same energy that made me made them. I'm going to take the time to realize that all anyone wants or acts for is that same love. The overwhelming love I feel when I listen to Dave or swaddle Lilly like a baby and force her to look me in the eye while I sing True Colors to her. The love I feel when my husband makes me laugh or hugs me with arms that make me disappear. The love I feel for my families and the laughter we share.

I'm going to appreciate. I'm going to appreciate every moment, every storm, every smile, every blessed sip of life I'm lucky enough to partake in.

I'm going to share. Share my joy and love, my good my bad and treat everyone how I want to be treated. No matter how annoying they are.

I'm going to update my blog regularly. Weekly, daily if I get a hair up my ass.

I'm ready for change, I'm ready for limitless living and I'm ready to have an audience.

Will you try with me?
 There's a poll on the top right!