A Little Rambling

I live very far from most of my friends. Average about 30 miles. Since they all live much closer to each other, I find myself driving long stretches of freeway quite frequently. Sometimes, this drives me nuts. Gas prices are outrageous, and if the music just isn't shuffling right, it can be a boring drive. This week had a full moon, which made the drives so much more enjoyable. On Tuesday, on my drive to Bex's for the Truth Project, the sun was setting in the west, lighting the sky on fire. Out one window, I had a fluorescent orange glow shining from behind the mountains. Out the other, the moon was luminescent in a lavender sky fading to dusk. It was a gorgeous balance, the time of change. Wednesday, I was driving to Shantel's for swimming and movies and the moon was full, still hanging low on the horizon, pale yellow in a deep midnight teal sky. At one point it silhouetted the mountains I was passing, setting their rugged outline stark against the sky. I do so l...

co-edited by my pulchritudinous sister. This is going to be an odd and complicated post, I can feel it. So, maybe just don't read too deeply into it. It's just some thoughts that have been on my mind for a while. I'm less than fond of hearing the word beautiful applied to myself. Silly, right? But let me explain attempt to explain. Remember the days when everyone was fighting for guys to stop calling girls "hot" and call them "beautiful" instead? I suppose those are still going on, but I hear about it much less often. Well, probably largely due to the good intentions above, beautiful is now the only word I ever hear. It's quite rapidly losing it's meaning. Don't get me wrong, there are times when hearing that word makes me levitate with giddiness. But it's very, very rare. Most people don't mean much with 'beautiful.' They really mean pretty, or nice, or they know it's what is expected. There's not a lot of t...