Monthly Archives: July 2007

Amber, do you know how delightful you are?


It seems to me that it’s so obvious, you MUST know, you must be told daily, mobbed in the streets, worshipped by the monks and hippies and wise men that no doubt camp on your front lawn, for a glimpse, a word, an enlightenment.

But you never mention such things, and I’m pretty sure that’s just your humble nature, but just in case not ….

I just wanted to tell you that you are utterly and completely delightful.  Absurdly witty and sweet right down to the very center.

And a woman of perfect taste.  Those lobster earrings you sent are the perfect accessory to my sunburn.


Song Dedication


When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong

I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling down the avenue
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on the rollin’ sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love

Don’t you just love boats?


I’d get one, but it’s just so much easier and cheaper to know someone with a boat, you know?

But someday.

Someday I will have a boat.

Yesterday was the company picnic, and our former CEO brought his boat.  We talked about boats, which is one of the first conversations we’ve ever had outside the topic of work, or the topic of why I just jumped out and yelled Boo! at him.  It was my first successful attempt to make him laugh when I was trying to make him laugh.  I’m not quite as terrified of him anymore.  I love that too.

He sweetly took us around the bay a few times, and I took my favorite seat, right up at the very, very, very, “careful-don’t-fall-off-you’re-making-me-nervous” front of the boat.  I was a figurehead in a past life, I think.


And I spread my arms out and got saltwater and wind in my eyes and squinted until all I could see where the millions of points of light on the waves so it looked like I was flying over a sea of diamonds and I thought to myself how good it was to be alive.

And then I flashed a chuch baptismal group on the shore.



Can’t take me anywhere.


*in the middle of the middle row* 

Valancy Jane – “Great movie.”

Zompus – “Yeah.”

Valancy Jane – *starts to exit the row to the left*

Zompus – *starts to exit the row to the right*

Valancy Jane – *yells*  “Race you!”


*at the theater doors*

Valancy Jane – “Ha!  I won!”

Zompus – *nods*

Valancy Jane – “Ok, well we’d better keep moving.  I stepped on some toes to get here first through the crowd, and they’re starting to catch up.”


I knew it.


I always knew I was the luckiest girl in the world.

I always knew there was a reason for being the person I am.

I always knew something was about to happen.

I was almost convinced otherwise, but I always knew I was supposed to be a part of something, a big fucking deal.