I'm 27, but I look 40.

Brain Age

Click START, then wait for the count down (3-2-1). Numbers will pop up randomly in circle, and then disappear. Immediately after, empty circles will appear. You have to remember where the numbers were. Your challenge is to click the circles in order from the smallest number seen to the largest number. After several trials, your brain age will pop up. (PS, the original is in Japanese, but there are English translations).

Meditation on the Alto Part of He Shall Purify

I notice I haven't been writing much original work lately; but it's because all of my love is going elsewhere, and not into my craft. Where is my love going, you may ask? To the following (order does not indicate priority or % of love given):

• 89 13-year-olds
• My new choir
• Tuyet
• My personal trainer
• Jamwall
• My family

The 89 13-year olds have been draining much of my energy lately, but since I am not a mom, they are satisfying my mothering needs at the moment. This includes the 3-day "vacation" in Boston. Oh, I forgot to tell you one thing that scared me:

I quit my old choir because the 75-minute drive was spanking all the joy of singing out of me. My new choir rehearses closer to my house, and has a bitchin' lineup of concerts! At this moment I am supposed to be practicing He Shall Purify from The Messiah for tomorrow's rehearsal, but instead I am making peach cobbler and posting some original writing. I shall sing shortly!

I started talking to Tuyet a while back and have befriended her in the last few weeks. She is desperately lonely, adrift in a sea of self-searching, eternally optimistic, and clueless about how to be a woman. We've been IM'ing as I try to give her advice on her spiritual quest.

I've been working out 2x a week with my personal trainer and exercising a few days a week on my own. Consequently, my pants are falling down. Consequently to that, I am getting lots of attention from passers-by. Luckily, I am wearing pantaloons (most of the time).

Jamwall has infected my brain with his sick and errant ways. His depraved and condiment-laden mildly pornographic comments, text messages, and emails have finally won me over. I am his to defile as he wishes. I hear cowbell in my sleep!!! On the more human side, he seems to be quite charming and could even be trained to be lovable. We have decided to have a Caesar Salad contest, in which we perfect our recipes and then put them to the test. I don't know how well romaine holds up to being mailed.

My family has not been getting enough of my attention, because I have been so busy. But birthday season is upon us (2 weeks, people!) which gives us all an opportunity to be together in love and harmony. Also, diapers. And yummy meats, slowly cooked.