At the break of dawn

When I was little, I thought the "break of dawn" was super early. That was the way my Mom made it sound. She was never happy when we woke her up at that time. Of course, now I realize that dawn breaks at different times during different seasons. In the winter I get to work long before then. On most days I do not see the light of day until mid-afternoon. So, I was pleasantly surprised this morning when I looked to the eastern horizon and saw a lighter shade of blue creeping into the sky. I do not claim to have seen the sun's rays or anything; just a little bit of brightness, but that little bit of brightness made me happy. Unfortunately, that will change over the weekend as the clocks go ahead and we all lose an hour of sleep. I won't complain though, because I like Daylight Savings Time. I like that the day lasts longer after I get home from work. However, I will continue to look forward to those longer summer days when I watch the dawn break, scattering its rays across the Potomac and reflecting brightly from the dome of the Capitol as I drive to work.

So which is it?

That's a first... I have never had a backup answer from one of these blog questionaire things before.

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile. Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away I let mine out, and chatter all the while. I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day Is any day that's spent without a friend, With nothing much to do or hear or say. I like to be with people, and depend On company for being entertained; Which seems a good solution, in the end. If you were not Terza Rima, you would be a sonnet. I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled; Not prone to overstated gushing praise Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled With overstretched opinions to rephrase; But on the other hand, not fond of fools, And thus, not fond of people, on the whole; And holding to the sound and useful rules, Not those that seek unjustified control. I'm balanced, measured, sensible (at least, I think I am, and usually I'm right); And when more ostentatious types have ceased, I'm still around, and doing, still, alright. In short, I'm calm and rational and stable - Or, well, I am, as much as I am able. What Poetry Form Are You?

The irony and the evil of it all

As I'm driving into work this morning, traffic came to a stand still right before a highway exit (this happens frequently at that particular spot even at 5:30 in the morning, so I was not surprised by it). I was watching in my rear-view mirror, hoping the car behind me was paying attention to my break lights. He was. He slowed down and then moved into the left lane to get out of the line of traffic. I was immediately irritated with him, instinctively knowing that he would cut back into the line of traffic at the last minute. He did not disappoint me. I decided it wasn't worth the energy it took to be annoyed with him, so I continued singing along to my radio and put the incident out of my mind. I mean, it's not like I was not going to be late for work or anything. As it turns out, neither was he. I pulled into the parking lot seven minutes later, and parked in my usual spot. Lo and behold! Who is parked right next to me?! The little red car that has no sense of driving etiquette! He's just chillin' and beep boppin' to his music, still sitting in his car. I'm so glad he rushed to work because there is no way he would have had time to sit out there in the dark before going inside to put in his eight hours if he had waited the minute it took to wait behind me in traffic! He was still sitting in his car when I entered the building. I took one last look at the little, red, sporty car, and thought to myself, I will laugh if he gets stuck in the snow that is expected later on today. Is that evil?

Pictures from the weekend

Chocolate cake at the Marriot hotel restaurant was definitely one of the highlights!


I LOVED this sign! Actually, the whole store was pretty cute (expensive too!).


Such a pretty night!



Here are some of the stores, sights, and foods that made up our dear friend's birthday celebration. =)

For more pictures, check out the girls' blog. No. I am not providing the link here. If you do not have it, there is probably a good reason for that. ;-) 

Weekend pictures are coming soon, but in the meantime...

here is an amusing (true) story from Sushi. I have changed the names of the people involved to protect them from public humiliation. =)

Cuz came to pick up Lil' Cuz and me at four-thirty. Her car was completely on empty when she arrived. We were all waiting for the car to stall. She couldn't bring me home, because she wanted to go straight to a gas station. She asked me if I knew how to get to the nearest gas station. I gave her directions, but she was like, "I don't want to go looking for one because I might get lost and run out of gas." She decides to go to the one in M_ because she knows where it is. We get near it, but can't get to it because it's on the other side of the road and she decides it too expensive anyway. Lil' Cuz and I were both like, "Cuz, you are running out of gas! Does it really matter?" We continue driving (expecting to run out of gas at any moment). She spots a gas station across the way, but she has to cross over a lane of traffic illegally! Lil' Cuz was like, "Cuz, what if we run out of gas while crossing? We will be hit!" Cuz was like, "we have nothing to worry about." I was laughing, because Cuz is so calm, and Lil' Cuz is freaking out (not to mention, Lil' Cuz and I were sharing the front seat, because the back seat was covered with her stuff, so we were not buckled in). After all that, we finally make it to the gas station (if the car stalled, we would have been crushed by a white explorer). Once there, she sees that the gas station across the street is cheeper. She sits there thinking with the car running, whether or not she should leave that one and go to the other one. I said, "Cuz, you should just make up your mind, before we run out of gas!" She leaves that gas station and goes to the other one. At last the tank is full. Then she decides to go back to the other gas station to use the vacuum (don't even get me started with that story! lol). At last I made it home (after about a half hour). Once we reach our house, Cuz realizes, that she forgot one of her floor mats at the gas station, by the vacuums, so they left to go back to the gas station (you just got to love Cuz! She is just so funny, when my life gets boring, I should just hang out with her, and I will get plenty of drama). I walked in the door, and Mom was like Sushi, you missed dinner. I start "well ... you see, it wasn't completely..." Mom said, "I know, Cuz drove you home, but how come it took so long?" I explained how we had to drive to M_ to get back to F_. Then, I sat down and ate dinner with K, who also got in late.