shouldn't have enabled work email from home
i sent out work emails today and felt good to get some issues in the open. then i got a response and felt bad that someone else has now thought about work on the weekend.
and now... i'm online looking for people who i miss. i don't feel lonely, but i just want to remind myself of the people i care about.
i've realized that... playing music when no one but me can hear it feels so good. It's been a long time since i've had a night alone where I can fall into my pattern of music before bed.
Oh hey! I've forgotten about you for some time now.
The first 2011 trip to Southern CA
A four day vacation to SD was a nice escape from the cold in Sunnyvale. Allie’s family and pets were inviting and awesome – as usual. Highlights include catching crab in the kelp while kayaking, brownies, Sushi Deli (some of the most affordable and delicious sushi/drinks I’ve seen), hermit crabs, and fun in the sun with friends.

Downtown
Carlsbad Beach
Tons of snow was brought in from Bear Valley with a ramp and fun box last week. Refreshments, snacks, and lots of swag were had before a busy Wednesday night of band and soccer. A picture of the snowboarders and skiers showing off their skills:
Pictures from a trip to Seattle this past weekend to come...
My first afternoon in Seattle was a walk in the park, around Fremont, and pictures.

gasworks park
the center of the universe

women in windows
The rest of the weekend was spent with great company and good food. Claustrophobic dinner at Bleu Bistro, video games, chocolate/coffee, sweet party, fancy food, and traveling over 3 days was a super nice vacation.
I really like clothes when they have multifaceted functional uses. My excitement about cargo pants with pockets that could almost hold a small book was my one and only craze in middle school. Recently, I've experienced examples of some people who lack etiquette when sharing clothes and want to vent.
I left a t-shirt at a friends place in 2008. Seeing pictures of my friend wearing the shirt years later was fine, because sharing is good. Since then, I've reminded the friend to bring the shirt when we meet, and 3 years later i get the shirt back. However, when the shirt returns with 2 holes and no mention of "oops", it's a great of example of how sharing with that person is a no-no.
Today i walk through a sister's room and see 3 items that i have distinct memories of having, wearing, and enjoying. The unhappiness with finding clothes that i wish were returned came from the attachment to the memories of " there is the jacket i wore while working with horses " and " oh man, i did not like those pants ". Still, courtesy about whose clothes are in your room should be simple: return after use.