So it’s been quite a while since I’ve posted… busy few months. I’m finally finishing my MBA, working hard, and trying to have a life in between.

Thursday night I was sitting in class listening to what had to be the one of the most unfulfilling parts of my graduate school experience: listening to 40 minutes of training demos from an open source software site for a piece of software I did not own and likely never would use. As I was sitting there thinking about how this was 40 minutes of my life I’d never get back, I decided to seize the moment and make those 40 minutes count.

Now many people in that situation will do something like make a shopping list, but not me. I opted to make a list of things I’d do to become a better person. I’d dedicate myself to making a real change and to doing the things that are often lacking in my life. I’d put myself out there and do things that may be a little scary.

I thought hard and scribbled down what I knew were things that would make a difference, carefully choosing my words so that I stayed focused on what was most important. Satisfied with my progress, I sat back and read through the 12 things that I vowed to do each and every day. I would carry the list with me at all times as a reminder of the promise I made to myself.

I went home Thursday night feeling a little wiser and that I had already grown. I told my husband what I’d done and he liked the idea and thought maybe he’d make a list of his own.

I’ll be damned if I didn’t forget that list 10 hours later when I left for work.

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This was taken today outside a palm and tarot card reader in Austin, Texas:

Wonder how much they paid for that sign.

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I’m an only child, but I have a very large extended family. Growing up I spent a lot of time with my mother’s side of the family. I was a “middle cousin” — my closest cousins in age were:

1. A cousin six years older than me; and
2. A cousin eight years younger than me.

This is what my older cousins did to me Christmas of 1977:

Call me

Goddess of Thunder.

The thing that cracks me up about this photo is not the Peter Criss make-up, but rather the western shirt I’m wearing and Christmas tree in the background.

Don’t get me wrong; like most kids growing up in the 70s I was a huge Kiss fan. I had posters, the four solo albums…. hell, I even had Unmasked on eight-track.

I never joined the Kiss Army, though. My mom wouldn’t let me.

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