good stuff

Saturday morning I woke up to a newly whitened world. As I opened my bedroom door my brother called up the stairs to me using my old nickname, "oooWhooo...oooWhooooo." He was sitting in the living room in one of our new spining, rocking chairs and told me to take the other one. We just sat there watching it snow in our pajamas for I don't know how long. It was perfect. He's probably reading this right now rolling his eyes at me being all mushy gushy but he knows exactly what I'm talking about. Now that I don't live at home anymore we don't do that as often anymore, just sit together, so when we do it means a lot.

In cleaning my room I found a card from the Red Cross thanking me for being an aphoresis blood donor. I hate donating blood. Its a painful procedure and an uncomfortable experience for me every time I go because my body mass and poor circulation cause complications. Anyway, it makes me appriciate getting their somewhat cheesy little notes. "A real hero is the one who walks in when the others walk by. Thank you." Nice, somewhat cheesy, but still, I like it.

I found an ad in a magazine for a perfume and I thought it had some decent advice:
"today lets fall in love with the
woman in the mirror, the one
you see everyday but seldom
truly look at, the one who gives
more than she ever takes.
today lets take nothing,
not this day, not this moment,
not this chance, not even
ourselves, for granted.

lets first love who we are."

:end sidenote