tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81806942012-02-16T04:05:35.922-08:00This is Cynde's Space, a blog filled with the thoughts and ramblings of a self-proclaimed Renaissance girl who lives in the desert.Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.comBlogger1411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-72217906820582354412010-09-08T22:32:00.000-07:002010-09-08T22:57:31.189-07:00

I am almost thinking clearly...random thoughts are all that I'm getting this evening. But, needed to write in my blog.I don't want to go to another funeral or hear about someone passing away for quite a while. I don't think I am old enough to experience what I have experienced over the last couple of months, especially last couple of weeks. The worst was the passing of my grandmother. It hit me

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Okay, so I'm not really that surprised that I haven't written on my blog in a gagillion years (yeah, I said it). My laptop has been acting up...Princess Leia can be so tempermental (yep, that is my laptop's name). I am sitting here, eating my lunch at work, taking a mental break and I sashayed over to my blog....my lonely, sad blog that hasn't gotten any attention from me lately. There's a lot of

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To say that work has been stressful and tough lately would be an understatement, but I have been proud of the fact that I have been balancing work with fun things outside of the office. I am blessed with a beautiful, loving husband and great friends who take me away when I need to.This last weekend, I was able to even take time off from work to spend the weekend with family. Mum and I drove out

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I am officially addicted to the Winter Olympics. Every night this week I have stayed up late watching snowboarding, ice skating and downhill. Love it! And, it is inspiring me to get my skates back on. I miss the freedom of jumps and spins. The artistic expression of skating to music. The way that it spoke to my heart and soul. It was a part of me so long, I have been thinking that it is amazing

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I feel compelled to write this morning, but frankly I am unsure what I should write about.The last two months have been overwhelming, painful, wonderful and satisfying...all at the same time.It might be cathartic to write about the overwhelming and painful parts, but I don't know if I want to peel the scab off yet. I am definitely still healing. They are still bubbling up at the surface and I

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This last Thursday, my husband and I celebrated our four-year anniversary. It seems unlikely that it has been four years already because it seems just like only a few months ago that we were standing in front of the Kerr Cultural Center having our photos taken at sunset. What a gorgeous day; what a fun day. I have never felt so completely surrounded by love than on that day. Our friends and

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Tonight I went to my first writing group in a couple of years. It was a freeing feeling. I savor the opportunity to talk about writing with other people who have the same fiery flames as I do. Sitting on a patio at a restaurant in the middle of the city, the sound of breaks, buses, horns in the background while we discuss words and thoughts on an art that brings my soul to life. Energy. Passion.

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This week was my birthday and I was not too happy about facing another year olderwhen the week began. I was reflecting on the past year on Monday and was just feeling like I hadn't done everything I had wanted to. Lunch with a friend on Monday helped change my attitude a bit, but then I went into a melancholy lull with the weather.Tuesday flew right by (not without a lovely card and gift from my

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It must be Autumn. I am sitting on my patio this evening with a cool breeze brushing against my cheek. There is a wonderful wrapping quiet outside with smidgens of the football game on the TV inside the house slipping out to lick at my ear. It must be Autumn. I am having that lovely heaviness that hits me when it becomes cooler outside. I become reflective on my life at this time of the year and

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After a pretty hard week, this weekend was wonderful and exactly what I needed. I took Friday off and used the day to prep for a dinner party we were having on Saturday - IKEA, Target, Jo-Ann's, and Party City. Rachel arrived in town around lunch time and we took it easy until we had to leave for Tucson to see Pink Martini at the Rialto Theatre. What an amazing show! They were just so fantastic..

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Creative juices is so kitschy, but it is the best way to describe what has been going on so far this weekend. Creativity has been bounding and hopping all over the place and I love it. I haven't been in this place for a while.Yesterday, I spent the morning playing guitar and creating musically. Then, last night, I visited with a few friends for drinks and conversation. I ended up walking around

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It all started in an innocent enough way. Dinner with a friend at a lovely little local latin (oooh, alliteration) restaurant, complete with twinkle lights and hippie servers. After much discussion about various topics personal and impersonal, it was time to put down my proposal. We've both been making note of our lack of weight loss and perhaps a pudge here and there (usually while sharing a

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It has been a challenging week to say the least, but the clouds parted today and I am on cloud 9. It was one of those days where I started out feeling blue (even wore a bright color to cheer me up), but then things just turned around and by the end of the day I was grinning ear to ear. I owe a lot of the happiness to my friends, starting with my staffperson Jo who had me laughing when I got into

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Today was a tough one. A serious contrast to the wonderful, relaxing day I had yesterday. After rowing class, I came home to see Jasmine, my geriatric dog, lying on the floor with her legs sprawled in front of her; she was unable to lift herself. You could see the frustration in her large brown eyes. She was straining and whining, looking up at me and asking for help. It broke my heart. Since she

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I cannot put two ideas together in a linear fashion so I am just relying on random numbered questions and ponderings. Please read with an open mind.1. Why, oh, why does that couple at dance have to hog the dance floor? There are at least 12 couples in the class and there is a huge dance floor for all of us to share, but the showy couple that also likes to goof off has to take over and impede on

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The death of an important doctor this last weekend has been weighing very heavily on my mind. First, it is just the image of a man ushering at church just as he would every Sunday and seeing a man come toward him with a gun. I can imagine the congregation hearing the shots fire and echo through the sanctuary. "What could that be?" Next, a sweating and anxious young man coming to get his wife in

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So, we started our first night in the combination ballroom dancing class we are taking through the city. It was so much fun! We learned the East Coast Swing tonight. What could be better than looking into the face of my best friend (my husband) and dancing to Glen Miller? Um, nothing. I can't wait to see what the next 6 weeks of classes hold for us. We really want to practice in between classes

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Yesterday I went to the movies with a friend and then we decided to go into the nearby mall. I recently lost more weight and my shorts from last summer no longer fit and I'm in need of some shorts (I live in hot and dry Arizona; they're a must). Well, I had some surreal moments of dealing with a new reality as it relates to my body while on our shopping spree.Perhaps I should back up a bit. When

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Every note, every chordit plays upon my heartThe music reaches inplucking my very soulWhat is this power?What is this intensity thattakes over me?A sustaining noteA power chordA short ping as the artist's fingersgo down the strings, changing the chordDeep downI long to be that guitarSinging with a clear voice out into the dark nightfilling the world with a joy and lightEmotion and energyall

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...yes, nothing in particular. This is very important. So, be sure to pull out your notepads.I am sitting in my quiet house, listening to semi-sad music. Darn adorable couple from the movie, Once. They made an album and I am addicted to it. It is along the lines of Sarah McLachlan. That perfect CD for a candlelit bath for one. Maybe a few healthy tears and then laying on your bed staring up at

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This afternoon, I had lunch with a friend. We were talking about being driven and methodical. I always thought that was me. A Type A who had to be in control and always have things done in a just-so kind of way. But, I know there is a free spirit in here -- deep inside me.I actually feel more comfortable giving over to the free-spirited side of myself. I tend to be happier and experience new

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Last Wednesday was the beginning of Lent. I had been thinking, thinking days before Ash Wednesday about what I was going to give up for forty days. And, of course, I decided on Tuesday that I would give up bread so that I would give up something that would help me lose weight.While we sat in the pew at church, the smell of wax in the air, I listened to our pastor talk about Lent and the sign of

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Tonight, I was reading a book and my mind started to wander. Ever sit back and think about the evolution of the relationships you have with other people? I have close friendships with people who only a year ago were simple acquaintances. After, we found out we were fellow foodies, we started to go out to dinner together one time a month. Now, we are all so close and we confide in one another much

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Everyone is all abuzz about this movie. And, unlike the swarm that followed Titanic, Slumdog Millionaire really is a brilliant piece of cinema (no offence Kate and Leonardo). I saw the movie the first time with Ryan and then saw it again this last weekend with my mum. The editing in the movie is superb, the music is delightful, and the story is one mixed with harsh reality and love. I adore this

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I was listening to the Diane Rehm show this morning and was captivated by Ben Sherwood's discussion on survivors. He has the Survivor IQ test. I took it and I was a realist. Take the test and see what you get.

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Yes, I am reading The Chronicles of Narnia and loving them all over again. I am nearly finished reading all of the books and of all of the characters, I fell in love with Reepicheep.His passion and his bravery to do what is right inspired me. He was the smallest character, but always the first to stand up to injustice or to defend his friends. That kind of courage is admirable.I want to be a

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There. I've said it and put it down in writing.I signed into Twitter today and decided to search around for authors and people I thought would be worth following. Omigosh! I got sucked into the vortex of the social networking blackhole.I did pull myself out safely (and with only a few abrasions). I am excited to say that I am now following Neil Gaiman, Whole Foods and Wil Wheaton. Nothing to

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Confetti, confetti, confetti, and a bit of champagne bubbles! It is a new year! And, please I ask that it be a little less eventful than last year. Well, eventful on the good things like vacation and new experiences is great, but spending hours in the hospital is something I can do without (unless I am pregnant and giving birth -- that will be okay).I was contemplating putting down my resolutions

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Send your own ElfYourself eCards

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I enjoyed reading the Twilight series of books. I liked that Stephenie Meyer captured that innocent, nauseating, obsessive, sweet feeling of teenage love. Plus, the book revolved around a cute vampire. You can't go wrong with that. I was an Anne Rice fiend in high school so I enjoyed this new series that gave a peek into a vampire's world.I had seen the trailers for the new movie and I wasn't too

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...a weekend to do whatever I want.For Thanksgiving yesterday, I went with my parents and we volunteered at Phoenix Rescue Mission. This was the fourth year we have gone to the Mission to serve Thanksgiving dinner to the people who rely on the organization for food, shelter and help. It is always a wonderful blessing to meet people and hear their stories, praying that they get the hand up they

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Yesterday, I went to Borders with a 40% off coupon in hand so I could buy a couple of CD's at a discount. I felt like a traitor to my favorite local music store because I was giving my money and business to this big conglomerate store. A scarf on my head and large oversized glasses would have been the perfect costume for my trip into retail enemy territory. But, money is tight and who can refuse

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Last week I started reading The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers. He is a German author whose books I stumbled upon while perusing for the brilliant red dot that indicates a used book at Changing Hands Bookstore. I was interested in the story(according to the back it a tale of adventure. And, when choosing a book, any chance to awaken my imagination is a huge plus for me. I tend to read

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I completed The Other Queen by Philippa Gregory and I was really disappointed. I saw her read an excerpt from this book at my local bookstore and was thrilled to begin devouring the words on the page. It left me unsatisfied to say the least. And, it is on one of my favorite British monarchs -- Mary Queen of Scots. I mean, how could she not be interesting. She was a sneaky lass. This book was just

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I haven't blogged in quite a while. And, there is good reason for that. I have had a lot of change in my life. Okay, only one change, but it was a big one. I resigned from my position at the Food Bank and took a position with another nonprofit organization. I gave three weeks notice and in those three weeks I put in hours equal to three Thanksgivings. I have so much love for the Food Bank and I

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Before reading Breaking Dawn, I absorbed the wonderful prose that is Jhumpa Lahiri's Unaccustomed Earth. The second book of Lahiri's short stories, it was a breathtaking surprise that I was delighted to imbibe. Her writing has grown into something complete. I loved each of her books before --The Namesake and Interpreter of Maladies. She introduced me to characters I enjoyed learning about, but I

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This week I finished reading Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer. The series is done, I'm content and I'm already missing the characters. Now I wonder what the hubbub was about. I never read the articles about fans being discontented with the new book because every article had spoilers in it. But, seriously, what was everyone ticked about? Was it because neither of the men in Bella's life did not

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I have been asked to write a correction to my Blog entry about our vacation to Los Angeles. In my entry describing our activities at the top of the San Jacinto Mountain in Palm Springs I said the squirrels were slightly obese.Correction: The squirrels were REALLY obese. They were so fat that there was a group of children who made up a song about one of the squirrels that started with "Fatty Fatso

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I may be in trouble with the Lord for typing this, but seriously...does anyone else expect to go to church and actually hear about the Bible and our duty as Christians? Or, is it just me? Today in church there was a complete lack of message coming from the pulpit. It sounded more like my pastor was doing a commercial for the church. Granted it was Fellowship Fair today (also known as Open House

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Okay, so maybe the book wasn't total rubbish. It was a great concept that had me inspired and excited to take time to write. But, I did get rather bored with it. Wait...I don't think I have told you the book yet. Have I?The last book I read was The Post-Birthday World by Lionel Shriver. I was really looking forward to reading it when I purchased it with a gift card in January. I had seen reviews

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Why does vacation have to be over so soon? We had a lovely vacation in California, returning the Sunday before Labor Day. Our extra long weekend included:1. A trip up the mountain on the Palm Springs aerial tram. We walked around at the top and stood in awe of the overfed, slightly obese squirrels.2. A glorious day and a half on Catalina Island. We stayed at the lovely Old Turner Inn, rented

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I read the linked story below on the Valley PR Blog this morning and it was too good not to post for the reading pleasure of others. To lead in...two men have been making it their mission to go around the country making edit corrections to misspelled signs. Love it!For a person who will sit down and edit agendas put in front of her or who will actually point out misspelled signage on trucks and

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It is 10 p.m. and my eyelids are certainly getting heavy, but I so wanted to make sure I wrote some kind of Blog entry today. So I will keep it short and sweet. What have I been up to lately? Here's a list...1. I had a toe reading and a reiki session at the Summer Spa Series over the weekend. That was wonderful! I discovered some things about myself.2. I reported to work on Monday at 3:15 a.m. in

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I finally got to go to yoga tonight after about a month and a half of having busy Thursday nights.Ahhh. Breathing in, breathing out. Stretch. Twist. I love the awakening of my body and its muscles.Didn't realize how much I had missed it until I had my feet firmly planted, toes wide and spread on the blue smooshy mat.And, I was able to share the moment with one of my best friends, making strange

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I am sure a million people are blogging about the Olympics. So, I will just be one of the sheep in the flock.Ever since the opening ceremonies last Friday, our evenings have changed. Every dinner is eaten in front of the TV. We root. We yell. We jump and down, encouraging our favorite athletes. Last night's men's gymnastics was outstanding. And, no matter what you may think about Michael Phelps,

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-27310717707894988282008-08-07T20:56:00.000-07:002008-09-07T14:50:35.538-07:00

Last night my husband and I had dinner with his cousin from Florida. He was passing through town on his way to Los Angeles, traveling with a motorcycle stunt group competing in the XDL Series. It was fascinating to hear about his job, videotaping their competitions and practice sessions. As he explained to us about XDL, it sounded very cool, but nothing compared to the real thing.We were treated

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-61512142503419023362008-08-05T20:51:00.000-07:002008-09-07T14:50:15.000-07:00

Battlestar Galatica has long since been off the air and I have to wait until October to find out what the frak is going to happen. Shark Week is over on Discovery Channel. I watched all 12 episodes of Flight of the Conchords on DVD. Argh. And, the second season of The Tudors hasn't been released on iTunes yet for my viewing pleasure.Frankly all other TV just plain sucks right now. So, what is a

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-71230693006441356092008-08-04T12:07:00.001-07:002008-08-04T12:47:02.081-07:00

Okay, so on Saturday, I decided that I would get some semi-permanent hair color so I could even out my color -- something dark blond so it would look natural and not colored at all. I picked up a color called Golden Honey while I was at Target. It looked unassuming and rather harmless.On Sunday morning, I decided to use the hair color I purchased. I reaffirmed with a good read and solid deduction

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-78881803633744793742008-08-01T08:40:00.001-07:002008-08-01T08:46:36.959-07:00

For about a month now I have been Tweeting away on Twitter. I find it quite fun to be able to share small blurbs of genuis with whomever may be looking my way at that moment. The best part of it is the spontaneity because I can Tweet from my cell phone. A simple Tweet can be what I am doing at the moment, but I prefer to write about interesting observations in the world around me, as well as give

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-37128985596094548302008-07-31T10:50:00.000-07:002008-07-31T11:05:41.950-07:00

We went to the movies last night, on a whim, to see Wanted. I had been wanting to see it ever since trailers began to appear last fall. The draw of James McAvoy is plenty for me, but I had also read the comic book on which this movie was based. It is an intriguing diversion from the typical hero and villain comic books. In Wanted it is up to the reader as to whether or not these trained assassins

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-21529798524116573762008-07-30T10:11:00.000-07:002008-07-30T10:38:24.866-07:00

Okay, for most people, reality TV is their guilty pleasure. Or maybe they indulge in a martini while wearing $200 shoes or flirt with the bartender just before they go home to their husband. But, I would like to confess to my guilty pleasure -- reading teen fiction. And, my latest dip into the teen fiction realm has left me breathless. Twilight has been in the limelight a lot lately because of

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-36564445049885275342008-07-25T15:54:00.000-07:002008-07-30T10:11:33.332-07:00

I just finished reading The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards. This is a wonderful book of prose. The words flow across the page like a gentle breeze. I imbibed every syllable. The book weaves relationships based on well-intended lies (if there is such a thing) and deceit. Pride takes center stage with the characters as well, often prompting the miscommunication and incidents that occur.

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-53151312979391299202008-07-21T11:58:00.000-07:002008-07-21T12:11:52.712-07:00

Yesterday, a dear friend of mine and I went to The Boulders Resort in Carefree to be pampered and receive goody bags like the rock stars we most certainly are not...and it was all for a wonderful cause. The event benefited the Fresh Start Women's Foundation.Fresh Start is a resource center for women, which helps them with resumes so they can find a job to courses on budgeting and anger management

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-72254298029608771772008-07-17T11:52:00.000-07:002008-12-11T00:19:09.299-08:00

Yesterday, my husband turned 40 (that's him in the photo, riding a bike in Thailand) and his birthday gave me a whole new perspective on what it means to turn another decade older.When he and I started dating almost 12 years ago, he was still in his 20's on the precipice of 30. I am 7 years younger and so at 21, he seemed much more mature than I and was a wonderful confidant to help me navigate

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-68327225716138171342008-06-16T20:45:00.000-07:002008-06-16T21:01:23.087-07:00

Okay...I was reading my blog from yesterday and I think I see some confetti on my chair left over from the pity party I held in my honor yesterday. Maybe I am being harsh, but I obviously was in a funk yesterday. I can't say that I feel much better today, but maybe not as defeated. Ryan and I spent the afternoon together and all I could feel was how lucky I was to have him in my life. The glory

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-66834090325046464692008-06-15T21:51:00.000-07:002008-12-11T00:19:09.519-08:00

I can't believe we are doing this again. On Tuesday, Ryan will, for the third time, endure surgery on his face in order to have a tumor removed. When he went through the first surgery, we braced for the worst. After four hours in the operating room and then several weeks of radiation treatments, we were sure we would never hear the word "cancer" again unless talking in the past tense.But, on New

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-13714351762851177682008-06-14T13:36:00.000-07:002008-09-07T14:49:39.206-07:00

I really enjoy reading books that delve into different places and cultures. People and places fascinate me; I absorb this type of information like a sponge (this may be why I enjoy traveling so much). So, when I picked up Londonstani by Gautam Malkani, I couldn't wait to read it. The book takes place in London (my favorite place in the world) and gives the reader insight into an Indian burrow of

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-18831539229859065562008-05-19T19:25:00.000-07:002008-12-11T00:19:09.684-08:00

When you were born, you were the angel I stood in awe of. When you opened your wide green eyes, I instantly had a smile upon my face. I thought that mom had given birth to you for my enjoyment and mothering. You were mine. I could never coo or giggle at you enough. And holding you or dressing you was a treat that made me feel as though there couldn't be anything better in the world.As we grew up,

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Your small forehead wrinkles and reminds me of the lines that make the sage brow of an elephant. These care-worn creases, usually reserved for the weathered and old, wrap around your small spherical eyes. Your flapping tongue gives away the fact that the ventilater tube inside your small mouth is irritating and invading. It flicks back and forth, next to the tube and then touchdown on your bottom

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-22957849213682900212008-02-19T10:47:00.000-08:002008-06-14T17:42:31.117-07:00

Most recently I read the book The Secret Lives of People in Love. Yes, it was around Valentine's Day so the title jumped out at me, but it was also a slim book. Lately I have reading a lot of fat tomes that take two months to read. This is not normal for me. To lighten my load for a spell, I headed to my favorite local bookstore, Changing Hands, and searched for slim books. I was thrilled to see

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-90509169063453579412007-12-19T13:03:00.000-08:002008-06-14T17:37:45.462-07:00

It is Christmas time...really? It hasn't felt like. Even with the temperature dropping here in Phoenix, decorations all over the place, and every store playing seasonal music, it just doesn't feel like Christmas. It may be because we don't have a tree up or that we didn't put our lights on the outside of the house, but would that really make such a difference?The holidays this year have been

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-28005499004100064602007-12-13T07:36:00.000-08:002008-06-14T17:39:09.224-07:00

Why am I floating? Why I am having a renewed passion for movies? Atonement. I went and saw the film yesterday afternoon with some friends. I had been looking forward to seeing it for months because it is based on one of my favorite books, it stars the brilliant James McAvoy, and Joe Wright made me a fan with Pride and Prejudice. I was not disappointed.I have to say this is the best film I have

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-36617562614319655252007-12-11T06:47:00.000-08:002008-06-14T17:32:53.983-07:00

Yesterday, while wandering the aisles of Walgreens searching for allergy medicine, I was talking to my best friend, Rachel, on my cell phone. When I got to the allergy section of the store, I was talking with animation and laughing at something witty she had said. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that I was getting the "how rude" look from a lady nearby. Omigosh! I give that look to people

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-52141181442811238102007-11-09T15:56:00.001-08:002008-06-14T17:38:43.285-07:00

You ever look at your face really closely, nose touching the bathroom mirror, condensation forming in front of you? Looking at every nook, cranny, pore, pimple, splotch, etc? I think we have all done this at one time, but what do you do when there is more than just the normal adult acne, blackheads and blotches? What do you do when there appears on the side of your head a bump?My husband, Ryan,

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This weekend, we went to California to attend my cousin's wedding. We were looking forward to seeing him exchange vows with his girlfriend of seven years, but we were also encouraged by a mini-holiday by the beach.When we arrived in Laguna Beach on Friday, we weren't disappointed. Our hotel was a short walk to the beach (aka less than 40 steps). And, we were right by PCH so we could walk among

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-21883385136420717482007-08-20T21:19:00.000-07:002007-08-20T22:00:18.176-07:00

Have you seen it yet? Have you seen this wonderful movie? Some have said it is something like The Princess Bride. I can see the resemblances because it is something like a fairy tale. But, it is such a lovely story all on its own.Imagination reigns in this world of Stormhold, separated from the human world by a simple stone wall. When a young man sneeks through the gap in the wall, the whole

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-43112984067216143332007-08-17T08:31:00.001-07:002007-08-17T08:53:48.373-07:00

Driving into work this morning I saw a bumper sticker that was more than just an observation about unattentive drivers or a favorite band. It was the ugliest statement I had ever seen and what was worse was the fact that it had been created on a bumper sticker so there were likely more like it riding around on the back of vehicles.Let me lead with the caviat that I fully respect and defend the

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-232591268216379322007-07-07T17:41:00.001-07:002008-12-11T00:19:10.377-08:00

Wisdom. Today was a day of wisdom and letting the energy of that wisdom rise to the surface, allowing it to be. And, this was not in the face of difficulty or a demon (which I think is usually the case). It arose at a time of peace and happiness...the one time that many of us fear truth and wisdom the most.I am so horribly hard on myself; judgmental and critical. I have always felt that it was a

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-77532394444420670622007-07-06T15:55:00.000-07:002007-07-06T16:22:15.332-07:00

So, we have been back from our fantastic vacation to Napa, San Francisco and the ol' home town in Southern California. I still don't think I have adjusted to being at work and 115-degree weather. Yes, 115! Last night we hit the all time high on the lowest temperature of the day--only getting down to 93 degrees. I love the desert, but the summers are a little too brutal. Thank goodness for air

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1174966662028995242007-03-26T21:24:00.000-07:002007-03-26T21:37:42.040-07:00

January was also our first wedding anniversary. And, I am the luckiest woman on the planet. My husband couldn't have made a more perfect day. We went to church, as we do every Sunday, and we enjoyed the little secret that this was our special day. The only person we shared it with was our favorite pastor (Deanne, you are dear to us).Then, we were off to the Biltmore for brunch at Christopher's

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1174965833512825052007-03-26T21:10:00.000-07:002007-03-26T21:23:53.523-07:00

Since I am trying to catch on my blog tonight. I thought I would put together a review of the books I have recently read.First, Saving Fish From Drowning by Amy Tan. If you have never read her books, she is brilliant in her language. She has the gift to take you deep inside a character and see with their eyes. This book takes place mostly in forbidden Burma, now Myanmar (an interesting topic for

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1174964962254004882007-03-26T20:54:00.000-07:002008-12-11T00:19:10.636-08:00

Wow! It has been a long time. I am ashamed to see how much I have neglected my precious blog. But, I guess that is what happens when life gets in the way. And, it really has gotten in the way lately...in a glorious way.Let's see...January was a mixture of horrible, horrible, horrible, and wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. The month started off with facing the reality of troubled finances at work

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I warn any reader of this blog...it will seem pathetic and probably a little too dramatic.This has been a day full of stress and strong emotions. Anytime a song makes me sob or when I come home and just want to curl up into a ball...things can't be good. That was today.It wasn't so much that the day was horrible and horrendous. It was more like it was bad enough to finally break the dam of

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1157687642038006602006-09-07T20:52:00.000-07:002006-11-04T22:35:03.603-08:00

Separation. It is such a simple word, but it has such a complex context. It has meaning for me this week because my husband is in Texas and the separation is horrible. Yes, perhaps the whining and complaining is pathetic because it is only two weeks out of the year. And, I have endured absences that were much longer. But, this time seems exceptionally excruciating.I thought it would be a little

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1150348390438219222006-06-14T21:56:00.000-07:002006-06-14T22:13:10.510-07:00

I read a lot of books for two reasons...to help me escape and to inspire me as a writer. I am just getting to the last few short stories in the book Close Range by Annie Proulx and I have never felt more motivated to hone my writing skills. Her writing is brilliance.Close Range is a compilation of short stories written about Wyoming, the tough gritty state that seems far removed from many of us,

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1150085132561230842006-06-11T20:35:00.000-07:002006-06-11T21:05:32.646-07:00

For most people, the weekend is the time they catch up on laundry, errands, and anything not done during the week. It also serves as the perfect two-day "vacation" for quality time with loved ones. The usual weekend is two days, but for me the weekend never starts until Sunday. Sunday is my perfect day.While Ryan works on Saturdays, I run errands and get caught up from a busy week. I can't wait

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1147319762837155532006-05-10T20:27:00.000-07:002006-05-10T20:56:02.903-07:00

Today, as I was driving to the parking lot at the mall, I was approaching a small object moving around on the road. As I drove closer, I finally saw that the moving object was a poor frail pigeon that had injured its wing. It tried to use its strong wing to lift it up off the ground. Its struggle was painful to watch. I started to drive past and a pain hit me in my chest. It needs help. Then, I

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1142657583979480302006-03-17T20:20:00.000-08:002008-12-11T00:19:10.828-08:00

So it has been a while since I took the time to write in my blog. Life has been happening and my blog is what has suffered. There have been multiple blessings in my life over the past several months. Since this is the Lenten season I thought it would be the perfect time to count out some of my blessings...here are some...1. A sweet, kind, loving husband.2. Got married to the love of my life in a

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1125356687157323902005-08-29T15:49:00.000-07:002005-08-29T16:04:47.163-07:00

For the past two days this song has lilted through my brain waves. Dionne Warwick is pounding my head with her light tinkling voice. Why? Yesterday I took the love of my life to the airport so he could spend the week in San Jose. He is learning the ins and outs of the highly engineered equipment he uses in his job. After this week he will be able to fix the equipment. It's perfect for him...he

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1122065288755532182005-07-22T13:41:00.000-07:002005-07-22T13:48:08.766-07:00

Today at lunch, I pondered the beautiful fig. As I ate my Fig Newtons, I thought of the rounded fruit and its luscious center--sweet and sticky. I searched the Internet and found that this lovely fruit was brought to California by the Spanish missionaries. There are many many varieties of the fruit, some with elegant stripes of varigation. It is no wonder the fig has been the subject of paintings

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1121198403676981842005-07-12T12:53:00.000-07:002005-07-12T13:00:03.676-07:00

Current Readings...The Orchid Thief by Susan OrleanThe Kite Runner by Khaled HosseiniBoth are excellent books. I would recommend them to anyone.Another recommendation...Visit Sunset Crater Volcano National Park near Flagstaff, Arizona. We went to this park over Fourth of July and I was awe at the power and force of nature, as well as its beauty. We hiked around Sunset Crater Park and Wupatki Park

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1121197940974437702005-07-12T12:33:00.000-07:002005-07-12T12:52:20.983-07:00

I hadn't realized how long it has been since I wrote in my blog. Life after school has been busy and so fulfilling. The wedding plans are going along swimmingly. It has been a wonderful experience with family and friends helping out. It is so nice to have so many around you that care about you and are excited about celebrating the love you have for one another. We are two lucky people surrounded

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1117329837249698732005-05-28T18:21:00.000-07:002005-05-28T18:23:57.256-07:00

“Rory, that’s sweet. But, I don’t think so. Not yet.” She smiled sweetly and rubbed his hand softly.He was embarrassed by the rejection. However, he understood where she was coming from. “I guess we should go back inside. It’s getting late.” He kicked the dirt under the rubber sole of his Converse sneaker. He had worn the same brand since he was in elementary school.“I hope I didn’t wound your

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1117171275990006622005-05-26T22:06:00.000-07:002005-05-26T22:21:15.996-07:00

Only two weeks ago I finally ended the three-year journey of earning my master's degree. And, in the two weeks since that time, my view has changed on my life. No longer am I a slave to a strenuous schedule of classes, papers and readings. I don't regret school and all of the discipline it brings. In fact, part of me will miss it. But, I also feel free. I feel like my life has been released and I

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1115012527817419282005-05-01T22:35:00.000-07:002005-05-01T22:42:07.820-07:00

“Ah, it is the lovely couple. Why has it been so long since you come here?” asked Alberto. He was the jovial owner of Rosa’s. He had, like every good Italian boy would do, named the restaurant after his mother. “No, no, Alberto. We’re not a couple anymore,” said Beth. She waved her hand from side to side and displayed an embarrassed smile. From the corner of her eye, Beth could see that the

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This weekend has been busy and full of furious activity as I prepare for my thesis defense this Tuesday. To get out of the house and get a few things done ahead of time, I headed to Kinko's. After making some copies and cropping a few pieces for mounting, I walked out into the darkness. The air was cool...I soaked it in because soon summer weather would bring warm evenings. I walked slowly to the

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The ride in his car was filled with silence. She watched the passing lamplights and street signs with intensity. She was afraid that if she let up her vigil toward the street, he may start a conversation. She wasn’t yet sure how she wanted to react to this reunion, this rendezvous. Nothing had happened between the two of them, but for some reason she felt guilty being in his car and within his

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1112299150958521652005-03-31T11:45:00.000-08:002005-03-31T11:59:10.960-08:00

It has been a long time since I have posted. Hopefully there aren't too many people waiting for the next installment of the "Meeting" story. It is sitting and waiting to be posted...I just haven't had the time.I am in the final stretch. In five weeks, I will graduate from my master's program and my fiance will be home for good. I can't believe it has almost been a year since he went off to New

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1111037125434962622005-03-16T21:20:00.000-08:002005-03-16T21:26:07.680-08:00

She could feel her heart beat pick up its pace. A bead of sweat formed at the hairline just above her brow. She quickly wiped it away with stealth and swift.“Hi.”The first word didn’t sound as sure as she had hoped. It sounded weak and wanting. Think about being mysterious, she told herself. Remember what you learned in voice over class—lower your voice. She concentrated on the next set of

Cyndehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055055900640440275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180694.post-1110517928267799152005-03-10T21:03:00.000-08:002005-03-10T21:12:08.270-08:00

So, I have decided to do something a little different in my blog. I had a fiction story come to me the other day while walking to classs, so I have been compelled to write it. I will be putting installments of the story on my blog every so often, hopefully, to your reading pleasure. Perhaps, the story will seem sappy or sentimental, but I just can't control it....it's just there inside. So, enjoy

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This morning, I woke up early in order to be downtown at 7 a.m. -- it was still dark outside when I rubbed the crusted sleep out of my eyes. My hair whipped me in the face as I stretched each arm heavenward. I showered and dressed in a hazy half-sleep. I pulled my chin up and pulled my hair back, just before I walked out the door. As I backed out of the driveway, drops of rain danced upon the

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Time is a funny thing. Time brings change. Time brings seasons. Time brings perspective. Today, I thought about how time brings friends.My best friend and I have known one another for more than 14 years. Our friendship only becomes stronger as we get older. She and I are kindred spirits who can start wherever we have left off, no matter how long it has been since we have seen each other. She only

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Today was the day of the Daytona 500, the Great American Race, the first race of the NASCAR season. My heart can once again find its natural pulse, revved by the sound of engines. My blood can course through my veins at its natural speed, pushed through by a draft of cars circling around an oval track.I love the beginning of the season; there is much to which to look forward. Every Sunday will

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Tonight I have been trying, in earnest, to study. I look at my books, my list of tasks and the spreadsheets on my computer, but it is no use. I can't concentrate. I just can't study like I want to...me...the diligent student. My preoccupation? Television. More specifically...sappy movies. Ever since we got cable TV, it has been the death of me. It has been the death of my good study habits.

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It has been nearly nine months since my fiance went to New Mexico on assignment. And, I have learned to get along on my own. Not that I haven't always been independent and adventurous. But, this experience has shown how much I appreciate those around me. It also has shown me that I can be successful on my own...I don't need my fiance in my life...I'm not dependent on him. I WANT him in my life.

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For my memoir writing class, our professor has us reading a book called, "Confederates in the Attic" by Tony Horwitz. The author has always been enthralled with the Civil War so he decides to go on a journey to battlefields in the South. Along the way, he meets different people who are looking for the spot where their relative was killed during the war; people deep into their genealogy and the

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Over the past week, I have learned how amazing and fragile my body is. I have been reminded of how every function, every organ, every vein is interconnected to make me a walking, talking, working organic machine. The heart for instance. It is said to enable us to feel emotions and is the core of our faith, beliefs and motivations. The heart is the center of the machine. It makes everything else

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Acronyms can be so sneaky. They never let on the true capacity of the thing for which they stand. ISS...this is something I looked for in the sky last night, imagining the possibilities and all of the new things that would be discovered. ISS is the International Space Station and I had the opportunity to spot it in the sky last night with my telescope. It was amazing. It looked like a swift

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Tonight I just feel like writing with nothing in particular in mind. Perhaps, I have something in mind...hmmm. Ah, yes. This morning I was honored enough to attend the Governor's Inter-Faith Prayer Breakfast. Ever since Governor Napolitano took office she has started the legislative session with inter-faith prayer. It is an invitation-only event and I lucky enough to be invited. It was quite

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I stayed up last night watching an Elvis movie marathon on AMC. You know he was a genius. I am pretty sure that Elvis set the standard for many celebrities on how they market themselves. He wore tight pants, shook his pelvis, always had dreamy looks on his face, kissed a lot of girls and sang as much as possible. They accentuated his good qualities. If not for this, really he wasn't a great actor

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