Tuesday

i'm sort of done with this



please. can it please be summer now. or spring?
i need blooming flowers, lawn mower sounds, doors open on lazy afternoons.
i need short sleeves and sun hot on my skin.

we went running last night with my family. fresh air and sore legs are the best feeling ever.
seth and i plan to make it a regular thing around here. running feels like summer.

in other news, we're going camping this weekend, i have a paper due tomorrow and i'm scared of my professor since he called my last paper "not well reasoned and unacceptable." (i hated the book we read and i disagreed with the theory. I'll post the paper for your review, k?) we spent saturday with my sisters running around and having a wild time, and today is laundry day.
i like my life right now! i've been working out a LOT. besides the runs, i have been doing tae-bo and my aerobics class at school. it feels good.
my last two meals have turned out nice. indian food (although i had to fix it- too watery at first. cue emergency curry sauce) and cafe rio. mm now i can't decide what to eat for lunch!
i'm really enjoying spending time with family and friends and just at home. i love alone time. some people don't, and i'm so glad that i'm not one of them. although that makes sense and i get why they feel that way too. i just love it! i love being by myself, calling the shots, doing things on my time. i like to keep myself company. i rarely feel lonely. but don't ask me to sleep alone! now that, i can't do anymore. i need my hubby's arms and smell.

well i'm off to do some house cleaning and read my new book- "harry, a history." hey at least i'm branching out from just reading harry all the time!!


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love after love

The time will come when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...

Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.

~Derek Walcott

bring it on back

and i am telling you..

i'm karlee. i have a husband and a daughter. (well ok, she's a puppy.) this is the world through my eyes.

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