Thought more about the parable, and the piece that had not made sense to me was the mention of “hiding” the treasure. The kind of treasure it would be likened to should not need hiding and even if it was meant to convey a great treasure, then the word choice of hiding it should hold significance.

Even 8, 7, 6, 5 years are significant.

Khiewkhiew blossomed new leaves. ::proud plant mommy::

There’s a crease threatening to form between my brows that would not be cute in 30 years. But the hard scowl is essential to Angry Ali look. I don’t know what I’m going to do :-/

I have mini injuries all over. knuckle bruise is still there from table hockey (on my middle finger.. which makes guilting the responsible party a lot more interesting..). hole in foot still healing from the nail. bruise on arm from tetanus shot. both shins in definite pain anytime I walk now. bottoms of feet feeling very worn. bruised finger on my left hand somehow. and all of those are too minor and not painful enough for me to complain about — but that won’t stop me. :)

Sleep has been escaping me pretty thoroughly. But it’s really hard to complain when you’re kept up by good things.

I don’t want to delete or edit them. I don’t love running into them or knowing they’re there.. but
Whether ultimately mistakes or not,
they are as was when they were written.

My Favorite Highway – You’re Making it Come Alive
Charlotte Martin – Steel
Steve Moakler – Stay Sound
Ari Hest – When And If
My Favorite Highway – How to Call a Bluff

Whatever it takes. Except that it takes two..

If others don’t care, why should I?
Then really, why should anyone care at all?

Perhaps it’s not too different from believing in some things simply because the alternative is crap..
but given the choice, shouldn’t we choose awareness, responsibility, life?

I guess it’s a good thing we weren’t going climbing today, what with the distressed heel and the soon-to-be sore shoulder/arm. The knuckle’s still healing…
This is not good for my self-perception of invulnerability. I think I have to fight someone to redeem myself.