passenger seat.

After running an enjoyably easy Redbud 5K (I love the Redbud and Walker (who abhors running) humors me - though this year he kicked ass), Walker and I marked off another six months by heading to Fort Smith for dinner at Rolando's (so yummy. so so yummy. like seriously, ahhhhh so so so so good).

I spent the three hour ride home lolling in the passenger seat, just completely content and full and moony from my Sangria Margarita - drowsing in and out of sleep with the good kind of tired from a good kind of day. Soaking up everything in seemingly slow motion...

These crazy rolls of heat lightening bursting apart a purple Oklahoma sky to the soundtrack of Nina Simone's Sinnerman. Power!

Slight worries about the drought, like the Oklahoma Dustbowl is ingrained in me or something - (read The Worst Hard Time, so interesting and definitely one of my favorite book titles).

Man, I love the passenger seat. I don't really care about a possible subliminal message - one of my favorite things about being in a relationship is how much I get to utilize the passenger seat.

The crazy ten commandment/Jesus/Abortion is Murder! billboards looming out at me - once they made me really angry and frightened, now they make me smile with their bizarre and ignorant charm.

Occasionally rubbing his shoulder. I'm awake, I promise. Just closing my eyes. I'm so happy you're real.

Yellow glowing gas stations with their Cokes to spur you on. Out of place in a wrinkled dress.

Singing Oklahoma! across the state line.

Dreams of Petra, Bolivia, California, Argentinian vineyards, Guatemala, Nicaragua and endless possibilities. Toes curling at the excitement of the future, a calming sense that (no matter my current unrest and unease) it will inevitably be happy. Safe.

Damien Rice (remember him!?) violin strings and Franz Ferdinand rock n' roll and Lily Allen feminism and deciphering Billy Joel.

Annnnd, we got home just in time to see the Thunder beat the Lakers! Eeee!

the fear.

How can I live my life without committing an act with a giant scissors?

(Joyce Carol Oates).

some sound advice.

"In order to wake up in the morning, I put a little Girl Talk in my coffee."

stick a fork in me, i'm done.

I meant to post this ages ago, but my sister's boyfriend Andrew was pictured in an article in The New York - freaking - Times (see above - second boy from the (correction) right)!

Isn't that epic!? For me, everything would just be downhill from there.

...this makes me even more excited to travel to Providence in June for Meg's graduation!

too true.

Prarie Thunder Bakery sits just below the Midtown Y where I workout some early mornings - and sometimes, especially if it was a particularly grueling workout or a bleak day looms ahead - I like to savor the morning and stop in for a bit.

Having a few pages left to read out of One Day, I decided to stop in this morning to finish it up.

Let's just say the book sent me for a loop I didn't see coming and by the last page I was swimming in gulping tears amongst the coffee and baguette-buying patrons.

I texted Walker on the pretense that I was crying in public (again). And he responded:

"Oh kp...the most emotionally invested reader of all time"

april.

Yum, this bedside is so Kate.

Walker and I watched the documentary Catfish last night - for the first half I couldn't figure out why anyone would even think it was a remotely good idea to film this, but by the second half I was wide-eyed and very moved.

In a small way the character Angela felt unsettling relatable - someone who sometimes can't see the line between a good story and a lie, whose imaginative escapes can make real life disappoint her, letting that spin out of control...

Anyway, without giving too much away, I highly recommend it. Would love to discuss it.

black & whites.

Walker turned his bedroom closet into a darkroom and developed his own photographs - (I took pictures of a few of them with my iPhone, repeated here on purpose because I like the visual affect).

...he also just got funded to learn Hebrew in Israel this summer - whoowhoo!

I'm a constantly amazed girlfriend.