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My new blog is ---

http://www.witherspoongirl.blogspot.com

Love ya!

An Innocent Jonah in D.C.
(by Bridget Karl on 4-5-2005, copyright)

I submit to my scheduled captivity,
Even offering a buck for the privilege
To be bound up in diesel exhaust fumes
In the gut of a window-skinned whale.
Oh I wish I could stay on the sidewalk
And observe the expectant small sparrows,
As they gather a home from the grasses
To prepare for mouths smaller than theirs.
I would rather be swallowed by beauty,
Than by air without birdsong or breezes,
But how more I see God in His birdies,
When my duties insistently bid me
To be cut from their sight and their song,
And be swallowed by bus six-two-three.

I'm eating the best salad I've ever made. Thanks, Cosi (a DC version of Panera) for the inspiration.

baby spinach

dried cranberries

peanuts

shredded white cheddar

fresh nectarine

fresh raspberries

dressing of red wine vinegar with sugar mixed into it (thanks Fellow Chad for knowing what to put on it :)  )

I'm still in a windowless office with way  too much to do, and in uncomfortable office clothing, but I've got the greatest salad. :) And I just wrote a letter to my dad and my friend Melissa. And I'm spending the weekend with FAMILY!! *sigh* I think I can get back to work now.

Currently Reading Essential Rousseau, The (Essentials) By Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Matthew Josephson, Lowell Bair see related

More than ever, I'm for guys needing to win my heart. It's not theirs to be had easily by any means.

How could any guy think that I would be hasty to choose who I am going to do these things for the rest of my life --- submit to his leadership, follow him everywhere I go, bear his children, cook all his meals, manage his household, and on and on and on.

Happy to do it for the right guy, but not just somebody. Hence the desperately needing to WIN me.

Oh. And my parents and sister have to like him too.

Scary for those poor guys out there? Yes. Sorry. It's the way it should work.

Hey, brother. If you're reading this, love you and miss you. Hugs.

Love you, family. :)

Off to write a presentation for monday that I didn't know until half an hour ago that I had to do....

so long to guys who are the kind to make your roommate cry.

ah, freedom. :)

Life is good, it's St. Patrick's Day and I'm wearing green, have a fresh haircut, my hair is long, I've got green sparkly eyeshadow, a hot chocolate from the 'Bucks, and a long talk with my mom both last night AND this morning. To top that off, I'm done with the oppressive book discussions!

I even got to take the train by myself.

Newspaper excerpt from the free paper they give out on the train:

"Dark Terror, on Toast"

"As if Marmite - a dark-brown yeast-based spread eaten by Brits - weren't scary enough on bread. A TV commercial for the savory foodstuff has been banned from children's programs in Britain after reportedly terrifying small children, Reuters reported. The ad parodied 50s sci-fi film "The Blob," showing a giant wad of Marmite rolling down a street; some onlookers flee and others dive into it with joy. ( The slogan of the new campaign: 'Marmite: you'll either love it or hate it.') The Advertising Standards Authority cited six reports of frightened toddlers, four of whom refused to watch television after exposure to the ad."

what a riot! let's have Marmite ads in America, too!