Well, hello there.

Tomorrow I turn thirty-five.  I only have two silver hairs on my head and I think they're lovely.  My wrinkles - they're laugh lines and they make me smile.  My body?  It's mine and we love and understand each other.

Something big is about to happen.  I can feel it coursing through my veins.  It's electric.  I'm excited.  I'm moving.  Something.  Somewhere.  I'm starting a new chapter.  I'm healing old wounds and it's easy.  And, it's actually fucking enjoyable.  I feel light and free and open.  And ready.  I'm ready.

Tomorrow, the door opens, and I welcome in the joy, wealth, adventure and love that's waiting on the other side.

Well, hello there.  I've been expecting you!

It's been a while.

I've been busy since the last time we spoke.  Here are the highlights:

I went to London to see a boy.

I met up with some old friends for crawfish.

I celebrated St. Patty's Day at The Fader Fort during SXSW.

Mon made it out to the Do512 Big One.  Shanda was lame and stayed home.

I had to take some pictures at work for a guy in Russia.  He wanted to see the view from his bedroom window before he bought the condo.

I broke the stem off of my special wine glass.  It was my favorite.  Leslie gave it to me for my birthday last summer.  It reminds me of my last day with Sadie.

Little Meli, my mentee at Ann Richards School painted this picure in art class.  I think it's beautiful.  I hope she's having a fun summer.

I survived a road trip with a terrorizing two-year-old.  

She's one bad mamma jamma, but I love her guts!

Leslie and I went to the Railroad Revival Tour.  We paid a lot of money for last minute tickets because Mumford & Sons is my favski.  This will go down as one of my most fav-oh-rite shows of all time.

"Roll away your stone I'll roll away mine.  Together we can see what we will find." 

I watched a crazy storm from the balcony of my office.  My shirt flew over my head after this photo.  Amazeballs.  (The storm.  Not the shirt thing.)

We had an Andover Drive roomie reunion at Port A.  

Sheila and Clue competed in the Beach to Bay Relay Marathon.  I spectated.

Somehow I ended up with a medal anyway.  Go Jo!!!!

I watched some amazing clouds roll in from my patio one afternoon.

And, my nephew Quentin graduated from high school.  Magna Cum Laude.  
Smarty pants is going to UT in the fall.  Aunt JoJo is proud.  Hype it up in this biatch!!!

I went to Possum Kingdom with Crystal, Dionne, Zupe and Oliver.  I love it there.

 We ate some damn good chicken fried steak!

 Peek-a-boo!

Oh, yeah.  I went back to London to see the boy.  That was the last time.  
The Universe works in mysterious ways.

I drank through it in Ireland.  Guinness at The Wander Inn makes everything better.

I went for a "hike" in Kilarney National Park in my cowboy boots.

Emma and Harry got married in a proper Irish Catholic wedding!  It was beautiful.

Shanda made a clip for my hair.  Yep, I requested a peacock feather.  Fancy, huh?

 It was supposed to match the tie that I bought for the boy, 

but neither the boy nor the tie made it to Ireland.

I explored Cork one day.  It felt nice to walk around in the rain with no umbrella.  I miss rain.

Leak, potato and onion soup with a Guinness.  Yum.  Me.

Foamtastic.

Stacy and Chad got married in Fburg.  It was the best wedding I've ever attended.  Hands down.  Well done, Stacy girl!

Me and the bestie.

Groucho Marx and Hitler.  No idea why I went there.  Sorry.

My fam just got together for our annual family reunion.  We went to Granbury where my Aunt Lyn lives.  There was a dance off.  My 81-year-old grandma participated.

Next year, I get to choose the location.  Guess what folks?  We're going somewhere that's not 1,000 degrees.  San Francisco?  Denver?  Portland?  We shall see.  Texas?  No fucking way.

Now you're up to speed!