Rachael Clements, you crack me up.

"I love they way they riiiiiiideeeee it." -R
"Uhm, Ray, it's 'They love the way I ride it. Does she have a penis now or something?" -N
"No, but... oh shit, wait." -R (At the exact moment that she said "but" we both turned our heads and looked at each other about to say the same thing, then ended up cracking up.)
I don't believe every rumor I hear, but that was just funny. Sorry, Ciara.

Lovely quotes by John Merriam #3,874

"She's got the psycho in her eyes."

When the last beat comes.

How is it possible to lay here and have all 130 pounds of me feel almost three times as heavy? Each heart beat is a little louder than I remember the last having been and I count them while wondering about the day that they will eventually run out. What will I be feeling? What will I have done in my life up until that point? Will I feel complete? Will I have even prayed that day?

A lot of different people tell me that they know more about me by reading this blog than they do by talking to me in person. And while I may tell them that they ought to listen more, I also have to admit that it does seem easier to tell my story through writing. There's something about coming home at the end of the day and just laying here in the silence, analyzing ME. It seems that it's these late night entries that help me to put my life back together, or to figure out what's next.

It's my biggest hope that one day, many, many years from now I will be lying in bed, reflecting on my many blessings and again counting my heartbeats when that last one arrives. By then maybe I will have done this so many times that I'll have everything figured out, and each of my questions answered.