It occurred to me that while I’m busy recapping a trip that happened a year ago, life is going on all around me.  And it’s kicking a lot of ass!  As Samantha says in Sex and the City regarding Carrie’s closet:  Attention must be paid.

One memorable weekend moment was seeing baby peen in Madison Square Park.  When things like this happen, I lose all concept of whether it’s appropriate because I can’t imagine a life in the city with kids.  I get stuck there, just wondering how people survive that in and of itself, minus diaper-changing in public.  I was thankful to share that moment with a girlfriend who thought that immediately tweeting about it made perfect sense.  My friends rock–they can move from serious discussions about life and God to tweeting about mini-peen in an instant.  I am truly blessed.

I am reading The Time Traveler’s Wife.  Does anyone else find it tough to get into, but intriguing nonetheless?  It’s not quite a can’t-put-it-down book for me (yet), but we’ll see.  It doesn’t look like I’ll finish it by Friday, when the movie opens, since I’m on page 100 out of 536.  I think I can live with this.  I’m also reading When the Heart Waits, by Sue Monk Kidd.  Wow.  Not every part is affecting me, but many are.  And in some spots it feels like she is describing my life and what I’ve been discovering about life and myself for the past few years.  She also mentions the poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot.  I went back and read it and was kind of, “WTF?” and kind of, “Whoa.  Deep, dude.”  It made me wonder if I dare disturb the universe.  I think I just might.  Maybe this blog is my way of doing that.  And I love that I can ask the BF if he has ever heard of it and his reply is, “It’s my favorite poem.  But I also don’t like most poems.”  Then we can proceed to have a discussion about it at Bed, Bath and Beyond (yes, we went back) that continues to Sala over Cava, beer, fried goat cheese, and bacon-wrapped dates.  Then church and Friday Night Lights and…wait for it…more dish-washing!  Bliss.

I would like to submit that Friday Night Lights is one of the best shows in the history of television.  Thank you.  I will now go and eat Mexican food with some girlfriends in anticipation of my 32nd birthday, which is in 2 days.  Let the week of celebration commence.