Connections

I was thinking about the people who are closest to me and why.
My mom and dad are terrific people AND my parents. They love me unconditionally. They are cheerleaders, scholars, therapists, and role models all in one. Ima and I share a love of history and learning. Dad and I share a love of all things hockey.
Our relationship has deepened over the years to something very rich and wonderful.

My sister is my rock. She is the sunnier side of me. I love how much joy she brings to everyone she comes in contact with. She is my best friend.

I wish I was closer to my brother. In a lot of ways, I feel he's too Ivy for the rest of my family. He's got that elitist thing going on. He got really upset when we were down in Williamsburg this past December that we keep him out of the loop. He hasn't made much of an effort to bridge the gap though.

I actually lived with Dan for a little while...I was living with my ex and he was in the other room until he went to Europe. He and his girlfriend Linda are probably my closest friends now. They are hilarious, and perfectly suited for each other.

My sister and I went out for dinner and to find her a dress in June, shortly after I started dating Jason. I remember vividly sitting at the table and telling her that I knew it sounded crazy, but I was absolutely sure that Jason was the person I was meant to be with. And she smiled, and told me it wasn't crazy at all.

Ow

Self magazine has a bunch of workouts online. Since I want to watch the playoffs, I'll find a video I think looks good and do the exercises as I watch. Yesterday I did an arm workout (with smaller weights and harder moves) and an abs workout on my fitness ball.
I always feel better after I'm done...stronger and firmer and all. Both workouts combined moves for other body parts. I didn't make it all the way through the ab workout. After I did all the arm exercises, I was just too tired. This morning I am feeling it all along my rib cage and in my thighs.
I can't wait to try more stuff tonight. :)

For a smart man...

Jason can be so amazingly dense sometimes.

Getting engaged is:
a. Some sort of validation of his love for me that he has to prove.
b. A sweet and romantic gesture from someone I love.

Hrmph.
I'll get over it, but for now, I'm annoyed.
I suppose it's not his fault that he looks at everything so darn logically. Love is not logical. It is emotional.

Grrrrrr.

A haiku

Winter has returned
It's very dissapointing
The cold sucks.