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My sister and I were outside just hanging out one Saturday morning when we heard the music. Someone in the neighborhood was playing "Thriller" loud enough for half the block to hear. Even so, we got closer and soon we were in front of the building the music was blaring from. We loved "Thriller" like every other kid our age and we knew the words to every song. My sister and I sang and danced to the music until Vincent Price's creepy laugh. Who knows what we did after that. Probably wandered off to gather up some friends.

We never gave a thought to who was playing the music until we saw a boy a little older than us, his name was Mark, I think. "Thriller, thriller!" he said mimicing both us and Michael Jackson. He even did a little dance. It turns out Mark had been blasting the music that morning and he had been watching us the whole time.

From that day forward, Mark sang "Thriller" to me and my sister every time he saw us.

Michael Jackson is dead and Im sadder than I thought I would be. For someone so gifted, he struggled with so much. I don't believe in heaven but I believe MJ is at peace now. Thanks for leaving us with so much good music.

-- Post From My iPhone

Seen at the West 4th street Station.

Anything is possible today.

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We're walking along one quiet street the other night when we hear drunken singing coming from just ahead. The source... a group of friends hanging out at home singing "Tiny Dancer". They looked like they were having fun. After Elton John someone put on the soundtrack to "Grease".

IMG_8136, originally uploaded by ultraclay!.

So we're walking through Rue de Montorgieul in Paris last night, right around when folks are getting out of work. We're smelling the yummy scents of the chickens roasting in the many gigantic rotisseire ovens lining the street. There are fruit and vegetable stalls, cheese shops, bakeries and butcher shops along this street — everything is fresh — a cook's dream. We walk past this one shop and see this...

Hare hanging... with the hair still on. Now we're not a squeamish pair, Clay and I, so this didn't freak us out, but when Clay briefly considered buying one to cook at the apartment, we both had second thoughts. Though "the hair comes right off" according to Clay, I think we might find it a little tough to eat a rabbit we had to skin ourselves.

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Clay and I got married on Saturday, November 22, 2008.

Anything I say here won't be able to adequately express how I feel. So high. So happy. So in love...

We're in Paris on our honeymoon and at this very moment, we are sipping a nice Cotes du Rhone and cooking roasted rooster and rosemary potatoes. We want to have a low-key/no pressure honeymoon so we've rented an apartment in the 1st and we're just hanging out.

This has been a tough year, but it is ending on a high note.

Life is good!

Can this month get any better?

Obama is President. I finished the marathon. My bridal shower is this weekend. My good friend Rebecca's baby shower is next weekend. I'm getting married the weekend after.

There are lots of things to celebrate this month.

I'm feeling GOOD!

-- Post From My iPhone

Our new first family. Yes!

Marathon Day! 2008!

The marathon was a pretty amazing experience. Nothing anyone has ever told me about it prepared me for the crowds and the energy out there today. I'll go into more detail later... I'm too tired right now, but I want to thank Clay, Sonia, Pat, Sheena, Andrea (who flew all the way from North Carolina for this) Dorla & Kevin, Eric & Marni, Sauniell, Mandy, Jason & Joe, Anna, and Fumiko & Alex for coming out to cheer me on. I looked so forward to seeing them and it made me smile the whole way. I think I smiled from The Verrazzano to Tavern on the Green. What a fantastically wonderful way to start what is sure to be the best month of my life so far.

I'M FEELING GOOD!

Quick! What's my favorite meal of the day?

Breakfast.

What's my favorite breakfast?

This deliciousness is from Peaches. The first bite of the cheesy grits and cheesy eggs took me back to Sunday mornings at my Grandma's house. The bacon was smoked to perfection and the bread was perfectly toasted and soft in the middle. Really, this was the best breakfast ever.