USA USA USA!

That's right, Donovan.  Go ahead and make all the scary faces you want.

Thank you for restoring my faith in my team...even if you waited until stoppage time to do so (thought I was going to have a heart attack).

Summer in the City

I've been here for over three years and there are two things about summer in DC that I still haven't gotten used to:

1.  The humidity.  It's awful.  And it wilts me.
2.  The fireflies.  They're beautiful (unless I look at them up close, then they're scary like any other bug...).  For a girl who grew up in the West, they'll never cease to be magical.  On Saturday there were so many in the trees, that it looked like fireworks, or very small, insistent strobe lights.

I no dust Buster anymore

I usually wear slippers or flip flops in the house at all times.

But for some reason I forgot this past weekend.

The crunch crunch crunch against the wood floors was much less pleasant than I'd have liked.  I guess vacuuming the whole house with a battery-operated dust buster just isn't cutting in anymore.  That's a sorry mental picture isn't it: me crouching down around the house vacuuming all three floors with a hand-held.  Believe me, when I catch my neighbors looking through the window (which the often do...we live in a neighborhood of well-intentioned busy-bodies), I've also caught their confused and disapproving looks.

I'm guilting my self all the way over to Sears tonight to buy a proper vacuum.

I'll be $200.00 poorer, but at least my floors will be clean.

Adieu les Bleus?

I have sports-induced depression. 

It happens only once every four years. 

What are you doing to me, Les Bleus?  Last time you went out with a bang (or, headbutt, as it were --Materazzi, you deserved it.) but where is that style now? 

Stars and Stripes, where's your gumption?

These live web updates are killing me.  And so is a life of Bleus without Zidane.

Love You, Dad

If I were to give a dollar to every person who asked me while I walked up to the metro from work, I'd probably be out about $35.00 a day.  That would be an expensive 7-minute walk.

I'm used to the lady that says every day in the same cadence: "spare sum change help me gemmme sumthin to eat."  I'm used to the man who says "hello, can you spare me a quarter cos I'm hungry?" on repeat even if no one is around.

I'm used to just looking down at my toes so that guilt doesn't show on my face.  Guilt for wanting to help all, but being able to help few.

But yesterday I looked up when a lady asked, "gimme some change so I can get me sum minutes on my cell phone..."

Excuse me, minutes on your cell phone?

Lady, I didn't even have a cell phone until I was 19 and could pay for it myself...but let's not get into that right now.

That was one of the most surprising things I've ever heard.  Almost as surprising as the time when my Dad and I were riding the metro and he (in all seriousness) told me that he had always liked a well-kept head of dreadlocks. 

Yep, this city holds surprises every day.