First of all, I need to admit that after writing my previous post, I feel asleep on the couch with Jameson cuddled up next to me.  :)  I only slept ’til 9:30 AM though, so I was still able to enjoy the morning.  We took another nap this afternoon since I got up at 5 AM!  I got downtown around 6:45 this morning, and waited until 8 AM with some other volunteers, ready to cheer on the Houston Police Department Bike Relay Team.  Unfortunately, we never got to see them because they were running late.  Apparently, the last time anyone spoke with them was yesterday, and they were somewhere in the Blue Ridge Mountains.  We could have been waiting for hours.  I was disappointed that we didn’t get to see them, but I really enjoyed the drive down to Georgetown, and I had a good time talking with the other members of our little cheerleading squad.  :)  There were four of us, three volunteers and one Leukemia and Lymphoma Society employee.  Everyone was a survivor of either leukemia and lymphoma, and one even got her transplant out in Seattle!

Again, it felt great to be up early.  It’s always fun to watch a city wake up:  walkers and runners crisscrossed the streets, dogs welcomed the day with jaunts around the block, commuters filed into the bus stops.  I drove home across the Key Bridge, thinking about the day when I would join all those early risers to head off to a job.  It excites and scares me at the same time.  I’m looking forward to finding something I really like, but I feel overwhelmed by my options, especially because I don’t know how to narrow my search.  I wish I knew what I wanted to be when I grow up.  :)  I started thinking about work last week after Dr. Orloff gave me the green light to hang out with children, because I know I’ll be able to work soon.  I always thought I would have to wait until after my one-year visit to Seattle, so I was living in the moment, enjoying my early retirement, so to speak.  I found myself stressing out whenever the thought of working crossed my mind, until I reminded myself that the fact that I have to look for a job is wonderful, considering the alternative of being sick or well, not here.  I’m still overwhelmed, but I’m glad.  I keep telling myself, “I kicked cancer’s a*@ twice!!  I can definitely find a job”.  :)  I will make this my new mantra.

So I went and saw “The Proposal” with my mom, Laura, and her friend Viva last night.  It is hillllllarious!!  It’s definitely one to get for the DVD library.  I don’t think it’s just a chic flick either–I think you guys out there would find it pretty entertaining!  Also, check this out: http://www.fark.com/cgi/vidplayer.pl?IDLink=4365716…I love how they smack each other on the butt when they switch places. 

Katie did some research on the last video I posted…the dancing one.  Apparently, the guy originally made a video of himself dancing in Vietnam, and it was really popular on the internet.  Stride Gum approached him, asking him to take a trip around the world, dancing his special dance in various countries.  They paid for his travel, and from my brief reading, it looks like he’s traveled ’round the world twice executing those moves in places far and wide.  Also, Katie read that the song the dancing is set to (my new favorite, if you remember), is sung in a dying language.  So now you know all the details about dancing Matt…be sure to share this info at your next summer BBQ…it’s important stuff to know. 

Well, it’s 5:26, and I better get showered!  Lori and I are having a Border’s night tonight.  This has been a tradition since UVA, when we would go to Barnes and Noble to “study”.  I put that in quotes because sometimes Lori just couldn’t stop talking, and I didn’t get my work done.  hahahahaha  Yah, it was most often the other way around.  :)  You can’t beat the atmosphere though…there’s coffee, snacks if you get a hankering, a nice buzz of noise, and you’re inspired by all the books surrounding you.  Tonight I plan on working on some more of my photos, so hopefully Lori will let me get some work done! 

Enjoy the many photos!!

Lots of love,

Julie