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It's raining in Costa Mesa today. I have so many incredible memories in the rain.

I am sitting on the big red couch downstairs with the front door open. I can see the rain in the park, on our front steps and dripping out of the trees near our home.

It smells fresh and new.

I successfully helped Tiffany roll up her drivers side window this morning, it does the same cool thing that mine does, where it refuses to roll all the way up.

I'm going to wear skinny jeans, green strappy boots and a pcoat today. Puddles beware!

an artsy day

This morning I woke up around 7.30 and went with my lovely Fula (I introduced her in a picture here about a month or so ago) up to Lakeview Community church in Pasadena to talk to a youth group there about Krochet Kids. It was cool, we got a little 10 minute slot to share and answer questions and then hung out and talked with the kids afterward. Such an adventure getting there and finding the place though, sheesh. But I was with Fula, and shes a great kind of person to take on an adventure.

Then we drove back down to Costa Mesa and stopped by The Camp, where Vanguard was hosting some sort of global awareness fair, to drop off our remaining hats. To see Bethany and Nic was a joy and Cristina was there with De Paz necklaces as well. I sort of budged off of her lunch and got to chat for a while, something I really love to do. She ordered something or other from Native Foods, and whatever it was it was wonderful.

I came home and showered, and then went to Vanguard's play with Noah and Katie Jenks, Mona and Ryan Mcgrady and some other friends. It was a Christmas comedy entitled "Expecting Carol"- a play within a play that in every way goes awry. Lets just say there was one Carlos Fernandez in a diaper on stage, can't get much better.

After the play I made tea for 5 or 6 people at our house, wonderful.

Now I'm studying, or about to start. The end is so close I can feel it.

again? really?

I tripped on the stairs, with my computer in my hands on my way down to the couch. It landed on the tile upside down. Forever to be plunged into a black abyss.

Enough said.

family christmas breakfast

A breakfast full of laughter.
Love these blue eyed boys!

No boys allowed in Bekah's room.

Boys attack!



Bekah and Bethany, new best friends.



Thanks Cristina! We had such a blast!

Photos by Cristina Robeck.

so bad.

Ok, so, in light of my most recent post (see below) in which I thought The Hobbit could sit on my desk and motivate me- wrong.

I just had to take it downstairs to Becca, and tell her not to give it back to me, because I started to read it...and it started to captivate me.

Don't worry, it's in good hands.

Back to homework...

in which I escape for a little while..

I went on a little personal retreat today, to a retreat center north of Long Beach. There were gardens and benches and it was quiet. Thats all I really have to say, it was relaxing and I am definitely a little more collected than I was this morning before I left.

On the way home I decided to drive down the PCH. There was traffic, but the 405 was probably the same way so I thought I might as well drive the interesting way. I was driving through...umm, somewhere and I saw a Barnes and Noble up on the right. So I forced my way through two lanes of traffic and turned in (I've noticed that when you make eye contact with the driver you want to get in front of they normally let you, its like, oh there's actually a person in that car).

What to get in Barnes and Noble? I decided a few weeks ago that I wanted to read the Lord of the Rings trilogy, by J.R.R. Tolkien and a professor recommended I read The Hobbit first. The guy I asked to find it for me is actually taking a Tolkien class currently, so we had a fun little discussion. I walked out with it and skipped to the car (cause I was excited).

I can't wait to lay in bed and read- escape into another world. Until then it will sit on my desk as motivation to keep going until I'm finished.

more.

bethany grace

I'm constantly stepping over a guitar case.



Picks are a normal part of life, I find them in the most random places.



I helped lug an upright piano up a set of stairs.



I hear the phrase, "I really need to record some of this stuff" often.



I live with a singer and songwriter. She, in my opinion, is amazing. Since a trip to San Francisco last year my days often consist of walking into a room to find her spread out on the floor with bits of paper, a journal and computer around her writing or singing with her guitar. I sit at my desk reading while she works out lyrics and chords. "I wrote a song today!" she says, "well, part of one..like I have most of it I just need to figure out this one part." I get to be the first audience. Lately when she plays I sit with my book and either mouth the lyrics or sing along, because yes, I know all of the words to all of them. However my favorite is when she puts her pen down and just plays and sings, expressing feeling or frustration through her music and then forgets what she played after she's done.

brilliance.

my anthem for a week.

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
No!

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
The center lights around your vanity
But surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry (don't you cry no more).