Wednesday, June 18, 2008


I have been sick for the past five days or so, and I decided to give myself a nasal swab and test it on our handy instrument, the FilmArray for a panel of respiratory diseases (mostly viruses).

The results?! I have Rhinovirus!!! I am elated. I have been going around announcing to everyone my disease of choice. Somehow it doesn't seem as crappy to have a cold if you know what it's name is. It's name is Rhino and it's an SOB.

Thank you, and goodnight.

Monday, June 16, 2008

June Weddings

I have a confession to make, I am addicted to weddings. Monday mornings, my favorite thing to do is hop on the Herald Journal website (Logan's finest newspaper), and look at the wedding announcements. June is especially delightful since it was the month in which I was wed, and since there are many many others following suit, making there many many wedding announcements to read.

This picture is from my favorite announcement this week, the Canning-Wilson wedding where they, "exchanged vows on the beach in San Pancho, Mexico on May 3, 2008. Family and friends celebrated for several days together in Costa Azul and Puerto Vallarta before Peter and Courtney left for a 10-day ocean kayaking adventure."

Doesn't that just sound positively divine?! *romantical sigh*

Friday, June 13, 2008


Today is Friday the Thirteenth, and an ominous day. We're attempting to leave on a camping trip this weekend, and I'm worried that something, anything is going to go wrong. Despite all of my claims, I'm actually quite a superstitious person. I avoid stepping on cracks in the sidewalk, lift up my feet when driving over train tracks (awkward since I live right next on some), perdiddle, hold my breath through tunnels, etc... Wish us luck!

Word of the day: paraskavedekatriaphobia - fear of Friday the thirteenth.

For your friday enjoyment:

Thursday, June 12, 2008


After Jocie passed away, my parents made Dione and I promise many, many things to them, but one of them at least we have kept; Dione and I have talked to each other, on the phone or in person, every day since. (83 days, I just counted them.) Some people would think that this would get old, some would think that it would be annoying, some would think it would be easy to forget; and on all of these points, these genius people would be right. But I've really enjoyed these conversations, tedious as they can be, frustrating as it is to wake up to talk to you sister, accommodating her busy social schedule. I've learned a lot about her, and I've been able to open up to her in a way I haven't for years.

So today, as she leaves the realm of teenager-dom and enters the world of twenty-somethings, I think that I'm more qualified then ever to wish her Happy Birthday. And many mooooooore!!!!!

Oh, and also: iPhone.

Dione is laughing in this picture, not crying. And she is laughing because after gorging herself at a fancy buffet, she is getting the 'meat sweats.' A terrible medical condition, donate now to find a cure.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Joyeux Anniversaire!!!

Today marks the three years since I married Robert Matthew Fawson, affectionately known as Bob. It seems simultaneously much longer and much shorter than three years, so I suppose three years is about right.

It seems that Bob and I have been living/loving together and getting on each other's nerves for much longer than three years. I seems strange to think of a time when I came home to anything else but our small family of two humans and two dogs.

At the same time, three years has gone by quite quickly. A lot has happened, we now have four college degrees (alright, three of them are Bob's), own a house, have been parents to three dogs (though never more than two at once) and have grown a lot. We've gone through heart-ache, traveled the world, dealt with depression and insecurities. We've hiked, biked, rock-climbed, canoed, camped, back-packed, snow-shoed, skiied, sledded, swam, flown, been on more than one "Death March," bought a car on Ebay, road-tripped, learned to cook, and learned how to tease each other with efficacy.

Love you, Bobby.