I like [love] Indian [Pakistani] food.

Justin and I are huge [HUGE] fans of Indian food. If I could, I might eat it every single day. Well, technically, I could. There is nothing really stopping me. But being that its fairly difficult to make [requiring lots of food processor usage] and there aren't any good Indian restaurants near our dwelling, I do not eat it every day.

  

Hello Apna & Apna Bazaar. Pakistani deliciousness and grocer. Pakistani and Indian are essentially one and the same. Just don't tell them I said so. Located on Beach Blvd. just before 9A, it is an unassuming establishment in the 1924874th strip mall of this great city.

View of a Short Commute: The New Courthouse

My brain is going extremely fast + slow right now. Work is in hyper drive warp speed, which means the other part of my mind partitioned off for leisurely activities has basically gone to sleep. Only one more week! Then a break. Phew. Zzzzzz..... [That looks a bit like a mama duck leading her ducklings.]

Every morning on my way to this work I speak of I drive by this:

Right now the city of Jacksonville is constructing it's new Courthouse. 

Ai Bang Mai Fa Kin Ni

I am healed! Not entirely, but I am on the road to recovery. The ol' cane is gathering dust in the back seat of my car. I am getting plenty of massages courtesy of my physical therapist and the "prescription" I received from her to get even more massages from Justin. And I have resumed an active social calendar. So active [I think I may have slightly over extended myself in the excitement of being mo betta] that I was tempted to [and will thusly do] post this picture below:

Thas' me folks. Right there in the awesome gold jacket 

[possibly from the Star Trek Wardrobe Trailer] with

the fiery head [not to be mistaken with my standard 

fire-ish-esque red hair]. 

I also found this awesome tool for learning the Chinese language. I am always an advocate for learning foreign languages, so here you go.

No more Lei Ying Lo for me.

Happy healing! XO

Me + Cane = True Love Story

Okay... not really. Not really love at all. No love story there. No sirree. However, you wouldn't know it with the way we have been attached at the hip lately. Or knee. 

[Arghhh.]

M[edit]ations.

I can thank Bob Butler for agonizing me into an almost fearful submission that I just. could. not. write. Only to realize, after months of mediation, that I really didn't care if I could write and started writing again anyway.  

His class was painful. I literally had physical pain from his harsh words thrust upon each and every one of us - his pawns, his minions, his followers, his toys. But, at the end of the day, as I embarked on my very first novel, his words whispered into my ear throughout the entire process. The man who almost scarred me away from writing entirely really taught me how to do it. He made me focus on the things that matter.