Seriously?

Does anyone else that works in an office, loathe the term, "webinar?"

Or instead of asking, "Do you have free time to work on X project?"

We are asked if we have "bandwidth?"


No. I have no bandwidth because I'll be attending webinar's the rest of the week.

Sometimes I feel like a nut

Things that need to leave and or drive me nuts:

1. Croc shoes- Oh how I wished this was a fleeting trend. Yet, it appears this "shoes" are sticking around for god knows how long. Plastic shoe? Come on people. And just because you pair them with wool socks, that doesn't mean they're good for the winter.

2. Beware emails: The ones that are for your own good. But for somebody like me who is already paranoid sometimes, I don't need constant reminders about how not to roll down car window because a masked gun man will shove his hand in my car, and I should carry around a club or something.

I know it's good to be prepared, but all the warnings tend to freak me out more. I think the old rule of, Don't talk to strangers is still valid. Enough said.

3. Noisy co-workers who leave their cell phone set at full volume and then leave it all afternoon. Yes, we all know you have a message now. Thanks for sharing.

4.People on the free way who act like they're entitled to drive in the exact same spot, even when one is trying to merge.

5. Girls with fake nails and tans. Trouble. All of it. Steer clear or dramatics will ensue.


That's enough for today.

My work day is slowing down and soon I'll be having happy hour. Score one for half off drinks. It makes the other things on the list just a tad more bearable.


Hooray!

Bodice Ripping for the Ages

Real life isn't a romance novel. Which any single woman can tell you. Or married ones can tell you the same thing. But more on them next time.

The whole premise of these books is completely over the top anyway.

Amazingly beautiful, extremely intelligent, and sassy (the women are always sassy), woman just hasn't met THE ONE.

Insert dream man who is equally attractive, perfectly sculpted body, kind and generous to a fault, and you've got your two main leads. Their names must be as exotic as the tropical island they live on together. Women have names like Raven. Men are Ridge or Thor.

Because romance novel characters are never Bob and Sally. That's just not romantic.

Having read my share of the romance genre in high school, I can assure the plots never twisted in this way:

Guy finds girl on a social networking site. We’ll call him Thor.

They were former high school classmates, and it's 20 years later. Thor and Raven strike up a friendship, which the relationship turns flirty, and then guy asks girl out.

The plot glitch?

He lives several hours away, but makes the trip and the date is by all accounts a success. Thor and Raven continue chatting and it seems like this is heading somewhere.

But it reaches an impasse when Thor is invited to return for a visit and he explains he can't make it. But wants to know if they're dating.

Raven isn't sure, but wants to spend more time together and offers above mentioned invite, which is rebuffed. In the meantime, hours upon hours are spent talking, instant messaging and texting.

After several months, Raven has had enough of the status quo and tells Thor she'd like to date him. Thor says, I'll have to think about it.

Thor has fallen off the face of the earth.


2nd plot twist:

Raven is sad. But knows she needs to try again, so with the push of some good friends puts out a personal ad and gets a ton of responses. So she isn't really into it, but tries to go along with it.

After a few weeks one guy, we'll call him Quinn appears interesting, smart and funny.

They begin talking and decide to meet. After the date, Raven has a freak out and realizes it's too soon and she shouldn't be dating anyone.

She tells Quinn of this, who is understanding.

Does the story end there? No.

Raven has a change of heart and explains to Quinn.

He is amazingly responsive and they agree to slow down and see how it goes.

A few weeks go by and Raven is now ready and likes Quinn, who all along appears to like her, and tells her often.

They've agreed to meet and talk about it if both are ready to go forward. No, not with marriage or anything serious. Just to see if they'd like to date. Have some fun.

Raven asks Quinn to meet up. He initially says yes, and then later in the week, Raven is broken up by Quinn via text message. A modern tool that hasn’t made its way into romance novels as a plot device.

But it is out here with the real people.

In the novel, Quinn will have a change of heart and realize he can’t live without Raven for one more second.

In real life, Raven is sad right now. But she is on her way to get her haircut. And she’ll continue to live her life the best way she knows how.

And that apparently does not include men named Quinn, Ridge, or Thor.

Poetry for the Pained

Dating Haiku's:


You sir, give good phone
When I want you in person,
the phone stops ringing.


He was a nice man
Witty, smart and full of charm
Alas, I was thrown down.


You, in hot pursuit
Broken hearted, I try again
Then, it is over.


I expect a slap
and a tidal wave of pain,
Please cure my cynicism.


She, a soulful girl.
Funny, caring and thoughtful
When will it happen?


If one more person
tells me to love myself, I
could retire in Prague.

Home Again

My trip to Chicago was fantastic. An oversell? Nope.

Two days of good friends, drinks, good food, a trip to a comedy club, and a snow storm with nothing but my spring coat?

Priceless.

Now, it's time to plot my next trip. It really helps brighten my day to day mood to know I have something to look forward to.

That and Johnny Cash's music, and springs arrival.

And yesterday morning on my way to work, my neighbor's cat, Sushi was apparently so excited to see me that after I petted him, he leapt onto my back.

He stayed there for several minutes.

"Everybody wants to be a cat."*

*Nashville joke.

My Kind of Town

"My baby takes the morning train."

That's right. Tomorrow morning, Nevada and I are boarding a train to Chicago to see Rina. Drinking, laughing, shopping and eating shall commence.

Can't wait. I love trips with good friends, where the only thing on the agenda is to enjoy one self.

These women have been here for me through some messy life things. My dad's cancer, my skin cancer, day in and day out at an ad agency antics, and everything in between.

"Some people come into your lives and quickly go. Others come into your life, leave foot prints on your heart and you are never ever the same.

Looking forward to a few days with people who make sure I'm doing ok and always have my best interest at heart, and mine in theirs.

Wow! This is sappy. :)

Happy Weekend.

Strike Out

Today is a company sponsored bowling party in Dearborn to celebrate an award on some of our work.

Free food, beer, and pizza. I don't know that I'll be particpating in the bowling part of the afternoon.

I bowl like I dance, which is to say awful and laughable. I think the last time I went bowling it was about 15 years ago with my mom and Shane on a Sunday morning.

We had Bloody Mary's and for some reason, my thumb kept getting stuck in the thumb hole and making this odd popping sound.

And the last time I was hanging in a bowling alley, Karlene and I decided to go there to see if we could meet any men. It was not to be.

As soon as we sat down, Karlene says:

"The cutest guy here doesn't have any teeth."

My Older Brother

Shane

Nobody asked you to do it
Feeding me peanut butter and cornflakes
Through the crib rails
Before mom got up-

Sharing luke-warm fruit cocktail
Out of the can.
Sticky, syrup
Dripping from our hands
Saving the cherry till the end-

Defending my honor
Against a giant named Billy
Ruining your white Converse
You’d bought with paper-route money.
Splashed muddy brown.

Giving me a white cross necklace
Decorated with pink roses
Was even sweeter than
Strawberry Shortcake’s hair,
And my favorite present on
My 7th birthday.

Hugging me
With warm arms
That bent like Silly Putty

Sitting quietly
Talking,
About nothing

That was
Everything.

Wednesday

Last night was awesome. There is something so liberating about hanging out real friends, where anything can be said. You won't be judged. Mocked perhaps.

But at least it will have an undertone of love attached.

The only down-fall to my night of revelery was that it wasn't a Friday. It was a Wednesday and now I'm having a long work day.

Still, it was worth it and I'd do it all over again given the chance.

I See!

I did it. Lasik is done.

This week my eyes are recovering and for the most part, it's fantastic. Occasionally up close, things look a little blurry. But the doctor says that's normal and considering without contacts everything in my life was blurry, this is a bonus.

No other news to share, so I'll go back to work while listening to my ipod and sipping on my Diet Dr. Thunder.

Rose's Glasses

It isn't often that you can actually type:

"My life is going to change." But today I can type it and mean.

Tomorrow morning, I'm getting Lasik eye surgery. So what does that mean?

Well, it means that the glasses I've had since I was in the 5th grade are going to obselete. My first pair, I remember having a blueish pink tint, and my mom wanted to make them pretty for me, so we picked out little gold stickers. A KQ to stick in the corner of my glasses.

Sure wish I had a picture of that. My glasses that I have now are simple wire framed, slightly cat eye-ish and have suited my needs just fine for the small amount of time I actually wear them, which was usually as little as possible.

Glasses made me feel ugly and nerdy. Not smart. I know I'm smart, but that didn't mean I wanted to put glasses on my face to prove a point.

When I started high school, I was horribly shy and insecure. My mom took pity on me and allowed me to get my first pair of contacts.

This was long before the disposal trend, and so contacts were to be treated like gold coins. Not like paper cups. And I was fairly responsible, but I was still 14.

And often dropped them in the morning when putting them on. I'd have to wake my mom up and she'd help me hunt for them while grumbling about it. But hey, at least she helped.

Tomorrow I'm facing a new frontier. One where I'll never again have to blindly stare at my alarm clock, haulcinate that there's a man on my neighbor's roof, or wear lenses that I'd accidently soaked all night in my mom's homemade face cream.

No more "faking it" at the eye doctor, or trying to discern was 1 really bettter than 2 or is that P actually an R?

Oh and the next time I go to the renew my driver's license, I'll be able to uncheck the box that says corrective lens.

Movie Night

No Oscar fever this year. Usually I'm excited to watch and do what I can do particapate, but this year, "I just wasn't that into it."

Instead I went to my new friend Monica's house and hung out with her, her husband and their freind Steve. Every month they host what's called, Scary Movie Night.

Now, scary movies aren't my thing, but this movie was more campy than scary and it was really all of just laughing, talking and snacking. I had a lot of fun.

Saturday, I had lapsed myself into a coma with to much snow and tv.

Yesterday, I decided to go get a pedicure, then walked around Royal Oak, got some mexican take out, and picked up my house a bit.

But socailizing was just what I needed to break me out of my slump.

The movie by the way was some Werewolf movie. Not scary, except for the wooden dialogue.

More Texts with Brian

In an ongoing series, I'll share text messages from my dad. A man who about a month ago bought a new Macbook, and has already burned a few keys off with a stray cigarette.

I'm so glad to see him embrace technology in new ways.



1. Roses are red. So what? I like daisy's. HAPPY VALENTINE DAY!


2.Just like Ernest Hemingway said: All true stories end by having a drink somewhere.

3. Are you having a mint Julip or ya'll settling for a Bud Light?

4. You Nashville Cats know all the little tricks don't you?

5. Do you want to go to a movie today?

6. Sunday is Super Bowl Sunday. A good day for football, bad day for shopping.

7. Thanks for everything.

Moody Blues

Women.

We are all over the place. Yesterday, I was crabby and mad.

Today I want to cry and I don't know why. One could say it was hormones, but I don't know if that's it. I kind of hope it is, because that means these mood swings are just a temporary thing and I'm not actually having a freak out for no reason.

Honestly, I'm a pretty level-headed person. And I don't suffer from mood swings too often.

Anyway, I thought writing about it would help, but it hasn't. So, back to work.

Wrong Side of the Bed

I'm a crabby ass bitch today.

Stay away if you know what's good for you or I'm likely to yell at you, like I yelled at my co-worker this morning. I was coming up the stairs, holding hot coffee which is a scary situation for anybody that knows me. As I'm holding the door, in an attempt to be polite despite my inner bitch, E. decides that I no longer need to hold the door.

In fact, he decides he will go around me and makes me almost spill my coffee. To which I finally say: Just go. I'm already holding the door. Just go through it. I appreicate the chivilary, but seriously this coffee is burning my hand through this thin paper cup.

He said he appreciated my brutal honesty. Not sure if that's true, but today I don't care.

Nashville and a vintage poem

Nashville was a fantastic time, and I'm in fact having withdrawal today. As there are no other female Quinlan's, BBQ, beer or good country music here in my cubicle.

What an office it would be, if there was. :)

I'm certain next year's trip will be even more fantastic, when even more attend the Quinlan extravaganza.

Today, I found this poem and it's a couple years old, I'm posting it below. I'm sensing a theme, some are less angry, but they all seem to center on loneliness. I'm all the more lucky for such a great family and support system.



Stir (ing) Crazy

In the middle a lecture on algae,
From a guy wearing corduroy pants,
you realize you’re jealous of your laundry,
and you would rather be home folding it.
He wasn’t worth the effort of shaving.

But being single is knowing the kicked-in–the-teeth, sharp pang of
loneliness will pass.

Being single is realizing that a bad relationship isn’t better than being alone.
He tells you on a weekend in the Hamptons,
he knows what he wants,
And its not you.

No guest to bring, you will spend the slow dances of wedding receptions
sitting at the table smiling, when you want to scream,
at the happy couples
Fuck you.

Every night is girls’ night out when you’re single.
Your girlfriends are sympathetic,
until a boyfriend blots their memories
like a Rorschach test.

Being single is knowing a good date is not a promise of happiness,
but maybe,
a chance to test the effectiveness of the pill.

It’s Sex and the City without the designer shoes,
It’s eating Ben and Jerry’s,
straight from the carton.

There’s no point in settling.
Being single is about enjoying your own company,
and hoping someday
so will someone else.

Nashville Bound

How will I celebrate the holiday that singles everywhere endure year after year with cheeky good natured disgust? I'll be hanging with Cupid in Nashville with a pack of female Quinlan cousins and Aunts.

I'm getting excited. We leave Friday. Even the car ride is sure to be an exciting adventure. These women are my family, but we're a very close family to the point that it will feel like a long weekend with some of my favorite girlfriends.

In the last few years, I've actually gotten over my Valentine bitterness. Realizing it's truly sort of a dumb holiday. But, I do love any reason to eat good chocolate and I'll celebrate that any day of the week.

I'm sure I'll have lots to report on the trip, so stay tuned. I'm really hoping we venture to the Grand Ole Opry. That would be sweet.

Shamrocks and Tacos

I was out at the bar with some friends last year and a few of them were British.

So, somebody says: "Isn't it Cinco de Mayo?"

And one of the Brits, says" What's Cinco de Mayo?

And the other Brit says: "It's like St. Patrick's Day for Mexicans."

Welcome to the Cubicle

So, I work in corporate America. And while, it's not as button down as being an accountant, it's still a pretty sterile enviroment, to write creativitly about whatever the order of the day is.

To ease this juxposition, I've tried to spruce up my work space with personal items.

Let's now take a tour of Kelly's work space.

My home away from home first needs some type of wallpaper:

To that end:
1. Johnny Cash's Mug Shot
2. A print out of a Wizard of Oz coloring book with a caption that reads:
"Dorothy is very Unhappy." She is crying and Tin Man is consoling her.
3. A bumper stick that just says, "Cash".
4. Funny drawing from a birthday card.
5. Photos: One of my family in FLA, Shane and Magnus, and assorted office humor cut-outs.

Onto my lone shelf we have:

1. A postcard of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
2. A picture of a woman in bed- Caption reads: Golly, That was fun!
3. A miniuture Etch A Sketch- Ohio Art is one our clients
4. Assorted medicine: Pamprin, Ibuprofen.
5. Snacks: fresh blood orange from this morning, a stray peanut butter cup, a packet of sugar-free hot chocolate, a 100 calorie pack of Cheez-Its, a bag of peppermint tea, and a pack of Orbit Sweet Mint gum.

On my desk itself, a metal rack with assorted files where I shove things and then never look at ever again, 2 vendor coffee mugs, a phone I never use, and a brand new imac with a 24" inch screen. This is causing cubicle envy. At least once a day, somebody comments about how large my screen is.

This concludes our tour. Please visit our gift shop on your way out.

Worth A Lot More

I went to a dear friend's going away party last night. And I was filled with both sadness and joy. The festivities took place at Crave, a swanky bar in Downtown Dearborn.

2 Gin and Tonics: $14.00.
1 G&T for Nevada: $7.00.
My share of split appetizers: $24.00.

Spending the evening with Usha, in her last night in America:
Priceless.

Goodbye, good luck. You'll be missed.

Pedi and Lager

Yes, it's already been a long week. And it started yesterday.

To preserve my sanity, I'm meeting Nevada for pedicures and beer after work.

When will some person think of this, so I can also sip a beer while somebody paints my toes?

You'd have a line out the door.

Grand Tarino

My morning started when an old man in a wheel chair seemed to be trying to race along side my car.

Then I got stuck behind a hearse.

The day hasn't gotten much better.

At least it's almost over.

Oh, and I really liked Grand Traino.

See it if you get the chance.

Off A Day

My day off today was semi-productive. I slept in a bit, which is really the best part of a day off for me, hands down.

Then I took my new weight routine to the gym and tried it out. My arms are sore, so I'll take that as a good sign. Feels good to be finally getting back into a routine-even though part of my longs to never have another one. Sigh.

More shredding of papers and filing of papers. Then a quick visit to my cousin Shannon's house and then it was off to a dentist appointment, because nothing says fun day off like the dentist.

Finished the last of the bounty hunter books a few days ago, so it's time to dig up something to read off my shelves.

A little 30 Rock and then it's bed time, so I can get up and head to the gym and start the crazy cycle all over again.

Text Between the Lines

My dad is 63 and he's recently embraced text messaging. Here are a few of my favorites:*

"Was watching something from HALLMARK on TV. CRAP. It always is with them them. Their story is always weak. the background is cheesy and they don't hire any known actors. They SUCK! HAPPY NEW YEAR!
DAD


"Your Snuggie has been here since Saturday."


" I hope to see you of course but it may be too cold for salt to even work. Could be risky."


"No but as bored as I am it's worth talking about at least once. Plus, did you notice how I replaced the word HAZERDOUS With the much smaller word RISKY for the purpose of texting?"


*text spelling and formatting have been replicated as they originally appeared.

The Ice Storm-The Movie

I watched the Ice Storm this weekend. It came out in 1997 and was directed by Ang Lee who went to direct, Brokeback Mountain.

Since I'd seen Brokeback Mountain, I was able to see clearly Ang Lee's directional style. Beautiful cinematophography, dark and dramatic. Problem was, it was dysfunctional and depressing.

Not a single likeable character, and then just when you think it can't get any worse, it has a horribly depressing ending.

I'm all for a good dark drama and like a little coffee with my sugar, but this was too much for me.

You've Got Mail

I'm winding down my weekend with a little emailing and tv watching. The organization project presses on. Have scheduled a pick up of my random crap for Thursday, and have shredded what feels like a brick ton of old papers, bank statements.

And it's always made me realize that I have way too much stationary. I need to bring back writing letters to friends. I miss those days when you'd come home to find an actual handwritten letter in the mail.

Granted, I do send cards for Christmas's, birthdays, celebrations and sympathy, but I should be writing more hand written cards, instead of relying on the instant gratification that email brings. Email is still a valid way to keep tabs on my friends and family far and near and I don't see it going away either.

Just more pen to paper. My moment of Zen is approaching. Each day I make progress in another room and soon, I'll be able to head to the store and stock up on all things orgaizational.

Let's hope sleep comes tonight, as I've just dedicated an entire blog to cards and letter writing.

Insominiac Nation

Insominia strikes again. Had it last night, so one might assume that tonight sleep or the sand man may visit, but it just isn't so.

That's ok. At least it's Friday tomorrow. I've got a project due, and I didn't get very far due to doctor's appointment. But that's ok. I'll drink a lot of coffee and power through.

This weekend's agenda: Possible gym trip with Shane for a new weight routine and possible movie outing with those boys for Gran Torino.

And I must finish organizing my upper flat. Something I started when I was on Christmas break. Made the appointment for my junk to be picked up next Thursday. I find deadlines motivate me.

Surf and Sleep

You know what's relaxing and cost effective if you've got insomnia?

Online shopping but not buying anything. I really think it's best to wait till morning to decide. If one can't even find the credit card, it's better to just go back to sleep.

Or if that doesn't work, I can always keep looking at pajamas.

Goodnight.

Merry Christmas to everyone!

I defy anyone to watch, It's A Wonderful Life and A. Not Cry and B. Have a newfound appreciation for all your friends and family. And C: Not want to marry Jimmy Stewart.

Sitting in my new Christmas jammies, with my lap top. My family has already opened our gifts and ate our turkey. It was delicious. Shane did a good job with it.

Tomorrow we've got the whole day open to sleep, lounge and hang out. Then we'll meet up to go to the movies, and perhaps visit each other some more.

Merry Christmas to all my friends and family. I love you all. A special shout out to Colleen who is in Alambama. I hope you're doing something festive.

Love you.

Catching UP

In honor of the fact that I haven't blogged in almost a month, and I met my old writing friends for a carb loaded fabulous lunch today, and I'm filled with optimism and hope, well, I decided to blog.

Had a great weekend. Dinner with Usha on Friday night, despite terrible snowy conditions. Saturday, was last minute shopping and then chores. After that it was off to Connie's for our annual Christmas gathering. We hung out, had drinks, had a great dinner that Connie cooked for us, and then I spent the night.

When somebody is your friend for that long, it's just nice hanging out together and enjoying Christmas. And Connie knows me well, and always gets me the perfect gift. This year, was a gift card for Ann Taylor Loft, the movie the Holiday and some assorted treats for my movie night.

Today was the fore mentioned lunch with my wonderful writing group and our annual holiday book exchange.

One and half days of work this week and then it's onto Christmas break.

And the older I get, the more absurd romantic comedies become. With a few exceptions. One being, Love Actually.

Because it's about all kinds of love, and it truly makes me feel happy when I watch it. I defy anyone to scorn at the child who plays LIam Neeson's son, as he runs through the airport to confess his true love for a classmate.

Or the unrequinted love for Laura Linney that would be finally realized, but she won't allow her own personal happiness to interfere with the well being of her brother, who is mentally ill.

It's Gonna Be A Good Day

You know how it's gonna be a good day?

Plenty of sleep, lots of coffee while watching a Paul Newman movie, and the sun is shining.

And oh yeah, meeting up friends later to see the new James Bond movie.

On my way to get the last Stephanie Plum book out of the library, and then maybe a pedicure. Just because it's been a long week. And I can.

All this before 11 a.m.

Oh Boy.

Don't Say You Know If you Don't

Over this past weekend, I ventured to Brooklyn in NYC to visit some friends. Specifically, my old art director partner and his family.

Had an awesome time. They really made me feel welcome in their home, and I felt very at ease. New York, I have visited a few times, but it seems I was always just in the Manhatten area. It was nice seeing some different things.

Went to a dive bar called the Patriot, where you can get a $9.00 pitcher of beer and a decently stacked jukebox full of old country.

Visited another bar called, Chocolate Bar where all they serve is chocolate, desserts and wine to accompany both.

Did some shopping. And a little napping. Ate some authentic Brooklyn pizza by the slice.

Went out for the night and came home and 5am.

Spent a day at Coney Island which was crazy wonderful. We had drinks in this closed up bar with a bartender who asked me my sign, told me stories about Mitch Ryder, Jackie Wilson, and Al Capone. All the while, I sipped free beer.

All in all, a wonderful escape. A great trip. I can't wait to go back.

Unfinished

Kook almost died,
Born to early.
Too small-that’s what everyone said.
It’s better to let go.

But Brian and Susie prayed on.
And put Joe in Charge
Of God-fathering.
Full of light and jokes,
Joe kept Kook laughing.

As the years passed, Kook got healthy
But Joe got sick.

There was still laughter and light
That was Joe’s way.
Kook couldn’t help him.
She could only hug him.

It’s better to let go.
Tell him good-bye-

And pray that isn’t the last time,
Kook and Joe
will see eye to eye.

New Day

I'm proud and hopeful this morning, for a new dawn in America.

John Mccain, I felt gave a very classy concession speech.

And Obama proved that one man can move a nation.

And I lost weight after a month of see sawing back and forth on the scale.

Good things lie ahead.

November 4th

Voted. Vaccinated.

Check and check.

No matter who wins, a change is coming.

And for that, I'm thankful.

To Do

Sad wave is still crashing.

Alas, Monday is almost over. And tomorrow is already turning into a busy day: Voting, flu shot, lunch with a friend from out of town.

Man.

Hope I'll be able to get my work done sometime in between there. :)

Fear not.

Fat Tastic

I feel like I've been swallowed whole by my inner fat girl today.

Haven't wanted to leave the couch all day, and I didn't except for a quick stop to the grocery store.

What's wrong with me? Having a sad day, I guess.

Maybe thinking about eating cookies. But I didn't.

Perhaps the gym in the morning will shake me up?

What Do You Think?

Red Riding Hood or Unabomber?

Thursday

Lots to do today, so I will keep this brief. Trying to get back to my usual steadfast morning gym routine. Score 1 for me. I did it this morning.

My goal is to go for the next 15 or 16 days in a row, because that's how long my gym membership is paid up until then. My plan is by then to have my momentum back. I'll be armed and ready for the new gym.

Mad Men Season Finale on Sunday didn't disappoint. It was quite good actually. But, I will say no more in case you haven't had the chance to catch it.

Still reading, Lean Mean 13 from Janet Evanovich.

Supposed to go to a networking party tonight, which usually just means I visit whomever came with me, but we'll see how it unfolds.

I'm out.

Whirl Weekend

What a whirlwind weekend.

A concert in Ann Arbor on Friday. A folk singer that my cousin Shannon introduced me to, named Melissa Ferrick. Good show. Some funny banter. I really enjoy when musicans seem to appreciate the crowd they are playing for. It makes it so much warmer to watch.

Then a family wedding on Saturday, for my cousin John. Such a great guy. I'm so happy for him. His new wife, Amanda has a son, Dakota and John is now a dad.

Couldn't ask for a better one. John lost his dad when he was just a baby, but I'm sure his dad would be so proud of the man, his son has become.

The wedding was quite a party, but when there's a shuttle bus and no worries about drinking, all you have to worry about is your liver.

I'm always humbled and honored to be part of such a large, loving family so full of Irish pride that it's truly amazing.

We are blessed, despite recent sad events. We shall heal and grow stronger still.
We are family.

Apples to Apples

The good news?

I ate an apple with my lunch.

The Bad news?

It had Carmel and nuts all over it.

But, in the grand scheme of things, it's still better than a slab of cheesecake.

Misc. Musings

Can't wait for the weekend and it's only Tuesday. Heading up north on Friday with Connie, for some relaxation. And it'll give me the perfect venue to deliver my mom's birthday present.

On the off chance that she's reading this, I won't mention what I got her. But I'm sure she's gonna love it.

Feeling very sleepy today. Although I did drag myself out of bed this morning and headed to the gym. I'm trying hard to get back to my morning routine. Going walking after work too. Figured it couldn't hurt to get some extra exercise.

Trying to start a revision of a story I started a while back. I'm inspired again, after quitting my writer's group. It feels liberating in a way. It's back on me to get myself writing.

And I find emotional pain a good source of inspiration. No excuses left. Not even a dog to eat my homework.

UScan-We All Do

Does anyone else think that those automatic check out machines at the grocery store, are handy but sad?

Let me explain. Personally, I find them useful and quick. But I have to wonder if the cashiers feel the same way? Now, they don't really ring you up, but are still forced to stand by and watch you do it.

I'd imagine it was a boring job before that somehow managed to get just a little more coma inducing.

And a side note: If you don't know how to use said machine, you sir should go wait in line for a human. I don't want to wait half an hour for you to figure it out.

Cool Hand Indeed

Butch: You know, when I was a kid, I always thought I'd grow up to be a hero.
Sundance Kid: Well, it's too late now.
Butch Cassidy: What'd you say that for? You didn't have to say something like that.


I was at a post funeral luncheon at the Elks club for my Uncle Joe when I learned about the death of Paul Newman. And even though we never met, I loved him.

I was first introduced to Paul Newman shortly after my parents divorced. My dad took me and my brothers on Sundays. And what do you do, with three kids? Watch Paul Newman movies of course. He was a man's man. And a woman's man. One look at him in his heyday and that's pretty clear.

But what I love about him, had little to do with his good looks. I loved to watch him act. He's one of the great ones. Able to act in a character role, and his adherence to privacy allowed the movie viewer to believe whatever role he was immersed in. Even in roles like Hud, where the main character was let's face it, a bastard, when played by Paul Newman, he was still like able.

And in an age where Hollywood marriages last about as long as a trip to the local drive thru, it was amazing he was married to the same woman for 50 years.

Long before charity seemed like a publicity stunt, he decided to give back and never sought out publicity unless it was benefiting other people.

An amazing actor and a great philanthropist, he will be missed. He represented all that was good in the world and we are all better for having him in it.
Butch Cassidy: Then you jump first.
Sundance Kid: No, I said.
Butch Cassidy: What's the matter with you?
Sundance Kid: I can't swim.
Butch Cassidy: Are you crazy? The fall will probably kill you.

Don't Be That Guy

Fun with Joe

I'm Sorry

Dear Uncle Joe,

I'm so sorry that you had to leave us on Saturday. I've seen your kids and Nancy. They are sad, strong, and we had some laughs on Sunday. Sugar Bear and I visited.

My dad called to tell me that you were gone.

You've been a wonderful uncle and god-father to me, and I can't even begin to fathom how much I'll miss you. I loved watching you and my dad. Loved when you called him Tubby, and got him in line. I'm thankful you had each other to help each other when you both got cancer. I'm happy that my dad had somebody that truly understood how much it sucked.

I'm hopeful that you're with Butch, Hope and Bill, Gary and Carol. And that you guys are having a drink and playing music. I'm looking forward to gathering on Saturday to honor your life. Me and all your other nieces and nephews, brothers and sisters.

Thank you for all that you did for each of us.

We will honor you, love you, and cherish you.

Today and every day.

I love you-

Kook

Joe and Tubby

You chose your friends. But you don't choose your family. But sometimes you're lucky enough to have a family that feels instead like a bunch of friends?

I'm lucky enough to have that sort of family. One large extended family that I truly enjoy. And one of them, My Uncle Joe who is also my Godfather is very sick with cancer right now.

And it is fucking unfair and horrible. And what else can I say? I feel awful for my aunt and for my four awesome cousins who call him dad. Growing up with my Uncle Joe was a trip like no other. And the only thing I can really relate it to, is growing up with my dad. I'd say the two of them are the most similar in their sense of humor and depth of carrying.

And they both share the Vietnam experierence. And cancer. WTF? Uncle Joe used to make us have GI parties where we'd basically all clean up the house, but he somehow convinced us that it was fun. And he calls my dad Tubby, his childhood nickname, but my dad is sadly way too thin these days.

But they've always been there for each other and I know no matter where the other one travels, they will still be together.

If you've got any prayers or well wishes, please send em our way. We're not ready for our soliders to march on.

5 Years Already

Today marks the 5th Anniversary of the death of the great musical icon, Mr. Johnny Cash.

You can listen to his radio show, hosted by his friend Bill Miller.

http://www.johnnycashradio.com

5 years ago today, I was home from Atlanta for the weekend, to celebrate my best friend Connie's wedding, and I graduated from Portfolio Center the following weekend.

Full of a giant case full of giant size ads, that I dragged around till I landed my first job as a copywriter.

To all my fellow PC Alum, especially my writer class. Many memories of the Clairmont Lounge, the Waffle House, and of course Central City Tavern.

It wouldn't have been the same without you guys.

Yeah

The new 90210? Why did I even try? To say I watched it, is a stretch. It was on and occasionally, I looked toward the moving light and sound that is the marvel invention of television, but I have no idea what was happening. Nor did I care.

I'll just go back to my fond memories of the original. I'm not in high school like I was during the original run. It seems, "I'm just not into it."

No sleep again last night. Makes me feel surly and crazy. It's stress-related. I have high hopes for tonight's bed regime.

Tonight, I'll be making my last batch of Glop, that veggie heavy dish my Grandma Gotshall invented. I've got to do something with all the vegetables I bought at the produce stand this weekend.

Purple Violets, Wine and Lake Michigan

Weekend in Leelanau was grand. Beach, wine, other assorted libations, relaxation.

Finished the new David Sedaris book: Engulfed in Flames. I enjoyed it. He fits like an old shoe and it's comforting to read him. He makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. My favorite story in the collection was about a crossword puzzle and a fellow passenger on a plane ride. To see how they all tie together, read his book.

That being said, my favorite Sedaris is still Naked and Me Talk Pretty One Day. Genius, both of them.

Watched, Dan in Real Life with Steve Carrell. It was a sweet story and a good one to watch up north in my opinion.

Yesterday when I got home, after I unpacked, I watched Purple Violets, the new Ed Burns.

I've got one word for you about Ed Burns: Yummy.

Seriously. This movie isn't for everyone, but I personally enjoy his films. They're always some aspect of human behavior or relationship that is focused on. Usually smaller budget and he wrote, directed, produced and starred in.

Go Eddie go.

Pep Talk

Sometimes, my biggest fear is ending up like Eleanor Rigby.

"All the lonely people. Where do they all belong? Writing the words of the sermon no one will hear."

I said this to a friend in Atlanta once, to which she replied:

"Don't worry. I know at least 3 people that will come to your funeral."

A Little Bit of Something

My need to think about something that isn't MYCO related overwhelms me. Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about?

Consider yourself lucky then. Used up the rest of my gift card today during lunch buying a wireless router. I'm hoping it's as easy to install as the directions claim.

Will let you know. It's only Tuesday and I'm already looking forward to the weekend. Heading up to Lake Leelanau again. I love it there. And one must go when the weather is good.

Purple Violets and Friday Night Lights Season 1, Disc 2 will be at waiting for me tomorrow. And you can see, I haven't solved the media addiction problem. I guess that's what makes me an addict, huh?

But Wait There's More

I'm tweaked out on media over-load this weekend.

For the first time in over three years, I've got cable tv. And my own Internet connection,speedy like lightning. No more slow signal, picked up from a neighbor. No.

All mine. Plus, my Netflix. And I kid you not a pile of free magazines, from a fruitful hunt last week from the media bins at work. Did I mention the piles of books that I own? The ones sitting around in piles?

And there's always more to be had. I'm over-stimulated. Too many channels, too many moving picture options. Let's not forget about Netflix. Started another series. Friday Night Lights. And dammit, it's good too even though it's about football, it's enough about other life stuff that the football is a nice back story, not the whole show.

Currently Reading: Candy Girl. Diablo Cody of Juno fame, startling revealing look about her one year as a stripper. But somehow, it's not seedy and she isn't judgemental in any way.

Now, I can sit on the couch while on my lap-top, surf the Internet, and search for something to watch while reading a few pages of my book or current magazine, (Conde Nast Traveler) on commercial breaks?

What the hell is wrong with me? :)

Gotta go. I can watch the new episode of Mad Men soon.

Mad Men

I love Mad Men. I first started watching this show on Netflix. About half way through the first disc, I knew I had something special and I bought the whole series.

And it was well-worth it. Fascinating to see the origins of the professions in advertising, the complete un-pc world brought to life with meticulous detail. It's truly spectacular.

Don Draper, the Creative Director. Peggy his secretary who dared to push out of that role to become, gasp, a woman copywriter. The scandal.

Pretty soon, I'm going to have to order cable tv because of the whole digital tv cross-over and for the first time in three years, I'll have cable again. But at least I'll also have Mad Men.

Tired of Tired

The night sure is long when you're awake for most of it. And when you finally fall asleep, it's 5:30 am. Good thing you reset your alarm for 8am.

No gym this morning. Perhaps a walk after work. I feel like a zombie. :)

Weekend Wrap Up

Weekend in a nutshell:

Relaxing.

Went to the Milford Memories Festival with Connie. To call it a festival is a stretch really. It's Milford's Main street closed off with art and food booths. But it's a tradition. We enjoyed ourselves.

Saturday I felt like a yuppie poser in training. Got up early. Walked to the Farmers Market with my eco-friendly recycable bag and bought fresh fruits and veggies. Came home, had breakfast and got ready to get my hair cut.

Way to much money later, I've got cute short hair again. Hooray! Then headed off to do a little shopping. I was hunting for part of Shane's birthday gift, but couldn't find what I was looking for. So, I ended up with a new dress for me. Funny how that worked. But it was on sale for $15.00.

By then, the shopping rush was on me and at the next stop, I found a matching purse. Bonus. The whole outfit was $35.00.

After that it was home for dinner. A short visit with Nevada ensued and then I decided to put in Rescue Dawn because I'd had it for a while.

It was too depressing for me. I know it must end ok because the guy lives, but all I could think about was my dad. And how scary and fucked up it must have felt being in the Vietnam War. This wasn't entertainment anymore, so I turned it off.

Yesterday, I actually managed to clean my house. Cleaned under my bathroom cabinet, throwing away old beauty products, not too many, and washed all of my laundry.

Oh and in between this, read a few stories in my new Sedaris book and finished, 10 Big Ones by Janet Evanovich. It was a quick fun perfect summer read. I started the next one in the series last night, because I just wanted a little more of the insanity that is Stephanie Plum.

I find two in a row of those are enough and it's best to come back later. Otherwise, the stories all run together. But I'm loving them all over again.

Yawn

I couldn't sleep last night. Acutely aware of every hour that ticked by on my digital dream denyer.

Woke up to discover our Mayor is in Jail for yet another stupid move. And it begs the question, just how stupid can one man be?

Started reading both the new Sedaris book, "When you're Engulfed in Flames", and Janet Evanovich's, 10 Big Ones, about the exploits of Stephanie Plum, Bounty Hunter.

Tomorrow I'll be enjoying a day off. A summer Friday they call it. I'll most certainly have no excuse not to get to the gym and get a little house cleaning done.

After that, I'm meeting Connie in Milford, for what's known as Milford Memories. A summer festival with art, food, and music.

Hopefully, my friend Nevada can come over and watch Harold and Maude too. She's never seen it.

Until we meet again.

Tuesday

Hello.

In a better mood than I was yesterday. Humid today. But that's ok. I'm off to see Becky for a visit.

Do you think 3 glasses of passion ice-tea from Starbucks counts as dinner?

This, That and the Other

Blah. Monday is over in a flurry of emails with !!!, as if that doesn't annoy me, but instead wants to make me work harder than I already am, while starting a new project and covering for a vacationing co-worker?

My weekend wasn't bad, although not to crazy either. Had writing group yesterday. It'd be nice to nail down something for writer group soon.

Started reading, When you're Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris. So far, so good. Finished a book I got for my birthday almost two months ago, I Heard There Would be Cake. A cute book of essays, rather funny in the style of Sedaris.

Planning some little trips to ease the pain of living in this down-trodden state.

Plotting a visit with Becky tomorrow which is exciting. I get to see her for a visit and have a pedicure at the same time.

Hooray!

Oh and I started watching Season 6 of West Wing and decided to hold off the rest until Fall. Somehow watching a pretend President isn't good summer escape fare.

That's all for now.

Bring on Tuesday.

The Prince of TIdes

What a wonderful book.

I finally finished reading it this past weekend. And have thought about it every day since. I'm feeling a little sad that I don't get to spend any more time with Savannah, Luke or Tom. I miss Mr. Fruit, Tolitha and Grandpa Wingo.

This book took me a long time to read. Probably longer than it should have. But it was a book that I wanted to savor, to enjoy the finely tuned language in the capable hands of Pat Conroy.

And it is actually over 600 pages. But it told such an amazing story full of so much heart and so many characters, and each character was fully explored, fully embraced by both the author and the reader. Through his eyes, I fell in love with all the people in the story as if they were personal family or friends of mine.

This hasn't happened to be in a very long time. I was given another Conroy book, Beach Music by a fellow writer in my writing group that I'll be tearing into as soon as I possibly can.

Often it seems the story overtakes the language but this book is a beautiful marriage of poetic beauty and a wholly engrossing story.

Pick it up immediately.

Everybody's Working for the Weekend

Heading on vacation for a few days.

And I'm so excited. Summer is the best time to be in Michigan. Lots of lakes, lots of wineries, lots of sun and hopefully lots of beach time.

Leaving tomorrow morning which explains why today is passing oh so slowly. Most of my laundry is done, but I haven't put any of it in a suitcase yet. Shouldn't take that long.

Famous last words. :) Anyway enjoy the weekend. I'm sure I'll be enjoying mine.

And I definitely plan on carving out some time to catch the Dark Knight. Christian Bale? Heath Ledger? Good writing? Need I say more?

Cat Power

Is it just me, or when you hear Cat Stevens, do you get a sudden impulse to put on a long floral skirt, pack up your VOLVO, and skip through a meadow while eating a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich on wheat bread?

Pinball, Corner Pocket

I'm having so many thoughts right now that I can't seem to pin even one down. My brain feels like a pinball machine.

Bing. Bing. I want to go to a Tigers game. And a Lions game with my brother. I need to go see my dad before I leave for the weekend. I should get my oil changed. I need to finish up this project. Bang. I loved seeing my cousins yesterday both the originals and the added, meaning my cousin Ed. He's technically not my cousin, but I call him my cousin. He's married to my cousin Shannon. I love them both. Such great people. And very fun to be around. And they never judge me when I say something crazy. Notice I say when? I'm quirky. Can't help it. I say weird things sometimes. You either love me or you think I'm nuts. I'm fine with either. Bing, Bing. Man, am I sleepy. I sure could use a nap, but I won't take one. Tonight, I'm hoping for peace outside my bedroom window. I can't wait to go on vacation on Friday with Connie. Swimming, hanging out, drinking wine, and relaxing sounds like such a great idea. Had lots of fun with my cousin Lacy. It was her birthday yesterday. 21 is a big deal. I remember mine. I was hungover for two days. Probably had alcohol poisoning, but we didn't really know about that then. I got an engraved beer mug. And a black t-shirt with a giant bottle of Budweiser on the front. Classy I know. The new Batman is gonna be so good. Love Christian Bale. Bang, bong. I used to be good at pinball back in the day. Now I suck. It's ok. I've made peace with the fact I'm not good at video games, kickball or hooking up electronics.

Monday Monday

Sleep was a bit elusive last night. Let us examine why?

Thoughts of work today kept my brain from fulling shutting off. About the time my brain did shut off, two feral cats started fighting underneath my window screaming like wild banshees the only way cats can.

Then it was muggy. I felt clammy under my comforter. Finally started getting good rest about 5am which means I slept through the alarm and didn't make it to the gym this morning.

Rough morning. But here's hoping the rest of the day goes smoothly. I'm a little scared to eat lunch though. I'm wearing new white pants, which is just asking for me to spill something on myself.

Fingers crossed I don't.

Happy Birthday to my cousin Lacy. She's an awesome person who happens to related to me, but I'd like to think we'd still hang out even if we weren't family.

Hopefully, I can swing by your dinner celebration.

The Coffee Mug

The mug was cheap,
but I gave it with love,
Using my allowance.
Hoping at Christmas when the paper was torn,
you would be happy.
Unfounded fears.
Michigan State’s green and white,
and no one cheered louder than you.

Holding it,
memories stack like Petoskey stones
on the shores of Lake Michigan.
Rush Limbaugh, Don Ho’s Tiny Bubbles,
and your ranting about the goddamn democrats
with a sparkle in your eye,
Sipping your coffee black.

The brilliance of Christmas
green and white diminished this year.
You had to go,
but I wish
we had time
for one last cup.


In Memory of William W.Gotshall.

Reading This. Not That

Enjoyed the gym this morning. It feels good to work out before work. Before I'm fully awake, fully thinking, and fully present. It's a nice way to wake myself up.

And I'm not saying the gym is a magical pill that makes everything better, but it does make crap seem, well a little less crappy.

I'm looking forward to going home tonight and reading my book. The Prince of Tides in case anyone was wondering. The language is beautiful and the story is wholly engrossing. It's taking me a little while to work through it, but that's ok. It's like a good piece of chocolate and shouldn't be inhaled in 10 seconds. Not to get the whole affect.

Unlike a book I read over the weekend with a shiny cover, titled, "Not Another Bad Date." But, it really should have been called,"Not Another Bad Book."

I knew it was a fluffy stupid read, but I really wasn't expecting it to be that awful.

I know better. That's what I get for taking a break.

But fear not,I'm back to a good book. And like that good piece of chocolate, I'll savor it.

Monday

UGH.

I'm in a bad mood today. And it hasn't gotten any better. And what do I have to look forward to tonight?

A teeth cleaning. Which isn't a bad thing, but I really don't feel like going to the dentist.

Maybe if I go for a nice long walk after the dentist, I'll start feeling a little bit better.

I just don't understand why things never work out for me? Why do I have to struggle all the damn time?

And if somebody says, "That's just life", consider yourself slapped.

Because I say so

What do you get when you cross a lunch time trip to Target with your bloaty, emotionally charged mood swings while in the throes of your period?

1. Californication on DVD. David Duchnoney is half naked, witty,and a writer.
2. Carefree panty-liners.
3. OPI Nail polish in Cherry, Cherry Bada Bing.
4. A 10 package box of 94% Fat free Kettle Korn popcorn.
5. A mint musketeer chocolate bar.

I already have the midol in case you were wondering.

Old Man and the Sea

Happy Birthday to the man I used to call Daddy Quinlan.

Now, I call him dad. And he is a dad in that sense.

Checking to make sure I've got gas money to get back and forth, making sure I know where I'm going, and if not happy to give me directions, offers dating advice like, "Plumbers need love too.
And he bought me a corsage because my prom date was a dead-beat.

Took me on excursions. Like the time we went fishing. We had to get up super early. Our first fishing trip, I hooked my pole into my dad's back and he coached me on the fine art of removal using his large fishing knife. In my defense, I was only eight.

Worried about my taking a sick day when I'm sick. He's not quite familiar with the corporate environment I roam around in during the week.

Helped me fix or purchase various cars. We finally got it right on the last one. A.It still runs great and B. It's all paid off.

Paid lots of his own money to send me to school in Atlanta so I could get paid to sit in my cubicle and write a birthday blog to him that I know he won't read.

The computer is a skill he's learning. And getting better. We used to have tech support phone calls to ease the confusion for him.

Rumor has it, my dad used to carry me every where when I was a child.

I'm to big to be carried in the literal sense of the word but I still am grateful every day that my dad is here.

Present and accounted for. He's been sick for almost 5 years now.

But he presses on. And so do I.

And really, on a birthday you can't ask for more than a life that keeps bringing you surprises, kids that love you, trips to Las Vegas Casions, and an baseball game, can you?

I love you dad.

Happy Birthday.

Birthday Re-Cap

Contrary to my Gemini nature, I have to make this brief.

Monday was a milestone birthday and I'm happy to say I passed it with very little trauma. Mostly because of all the support, friendship and love from my friends and family.

My day:

Slept in till 8am.

Realized I had no coffee cream or Splenda so I threw on some clothes and ran to the local grocery. Also picked up fresh blueberries for my grape nuts that I promptly ate upon my return home.

After that I watched an episode of 90210 Season 4 from Netflix. Awesomeness.
And enjoyed some bonding time with my sofa.

Nevada showed up with a gift and champagne and OJ. We had a birthday toast, drank Mimosa's and chatted. We walked up to the nail salon to get pedicures. I had my first pedicure by a man. A little strange but ok.

Walked back to my house and headed out to go shopping. I'm in love with Ann Taylor Loft. They are like Banana Republic. Good quality clothes that are classic and will look good next year.

Here a miracle happened. I bought a two piece swimsuit, a tankini type with a halter style neckline. Shows off just the right amount of cleavage.

Came back to my house where we promptly inhaled our lunch of cheese-sticks and roast beef sandwiches. (Birthdays are calorie free)

Nevada had to get going after lunch and I attempted to do a little cleaning, which really turned into more lounging on my part.

Time to get ready for dinner. Spruced myself up, and donned my new dress with the little hummingbirds all over it, and my new sparkly sandals. WHOO HOO.

Meanwhile, fielding phone calls and messages from folks full of good cheer for me.

Rachel picked me up at 6:45 and we headed out for my birthday dinner at O'Mara's.

A nice Irish and family friendly restaurant. I was met by Connie and Lisa. Amy, and Becky joined us a few moments later.

Lots of laughing, wine and good food followed. Including an incident where we accidently forced our bus boy to pause and become our photographer.

And of course I had to finish the evening off with a piece of homemade carrot cake.

Nice gifts to boot, but more importantly, I was surrounded by smart, funny and warm hearted friends on my birthday.

Thank you. I love you all.

Sometimes I feel Like a Girl

Today is lunch with Becky and her daughter Lucie. I'm excited to meet Lucie, as of yet I've only dreamed of her and I've seen her in photos.

It's nice knowing that on a beautiful sunny day I won't be stuck in the office all afternoon. This is the sort of amazing day we get every now and then in Michigan.

Even better, this afternoon I'm getting my hair cut. Hooray! Nothing says summer quite like a new look to keep things fresh.

Faced the scale showdown and lived to tell about it. I lost a small amount but it's really not about that. It's about not gaining. And keeping on this journey for the long haul.

And it's about wearing a girly dress that I wouldn't have been able to fit into or even have the confidence to wear a few months ago.

Heart-Breaker

Scenario: Fancy shopping mall in Troy inside Macy's.

Me: Walking to the bathroom. Near the Men's Department.

There is a handsome and nicely dressed man holding hands with a beautiful blond child wearing a sundress.

Enter a beautifully blond woman in a sundress. She starts moving quickly in her strappy heeled sandals while crouching down and talking to the child:

"It's Mommy. Mommy's here honey."

Cut to Handsome husband looking at his wife adoringly and saying:
"Hello Sweetheart."

He then kisses her while their pretty daughter smiles on.

And at that moment I was overcome with an equal mix of awe, sadness, joy and wonder.

I want to be some body's sweetheart.

Grace is Gone

Watched a good movie last night, titled you guessed it, Grace is Gone.

Starring my boyfriend, John Cusack.

Short synopsis, he's a dad taking care of his two daughters while his wife is serving in Iraq.

Can I tell you it was intense? And sad? But powerful. I've been thinking about it off and on all day and I don't think it's all because of Mr. Cusack. He was a bit dowdy in this role, but he sure could play a convincing father.

I really liked the fact that the movie didn't wrap up all tidy at the end. It was an audience winner at Sundance for drama.

If you're a fan of John Cusack or just good movies that don't have the Rock in them, don't miss this one. It just came out on dvd. I watched it on Netflix.

D Day

David Sedaris's new book came out today. I've been stalking this release for months. It was snowy and cold and I thought, just wait. One day, it'll be almost summer and you'll be reading David's new book. You like how I say David as if we're friends?

I read everything he writes and have actually met him at a reading, so in a way I do feel like we're friends. We had a brief conversation about his new computer and why you can't eat Cheetos while using it,and about his dad.

In my opinion a good writer makes you feel welcome. Lets you into their world and invites you to take a seat. And he does.

His new book is titled, Engulfed in Flames. I can't wait to start reading.

He's one of a handful of writers that I'll actually spend the money to buy the hard back copy on day its released into the book wild. And it was technically free, since I was using up a gift card from Christmas.

And since I had a few dollars left over, I bought myself a 4 piece box of Godiva chocolate. A good read always tastes better with a snack.

As long as the snack isn't in the ETO family:

Cheeto
Frito
Dororito
Taquito

Table for One

I need work friends. I used to have some. But between company lay-offs and people leaving on their own accord, I find myself alone. In an office full of people. But you understand what I mean. No friends to come in and chat with about the weekend.

True, I got a few casual friends, but we haven't broken out much past the polite and into the real.

Consequently, this makes me shop or wander around during my lunch break. I can't think of anything more depressing than sitting in here alone on a beautiful sunny day, perched in front of my computer.

In some ways it's nice. I tend to get my errands done during the day now leaving me time at night to meet a friend for dinner or go for a long walk.

The funny thing is, I used to enjoy my solitary lunches. They were a nice escape from the chaos. And I'm one of those people who genuinely enjoys my own company. But, it's nice to share a sandwich now and then, don't you think?

SEX and The City

Readers who haven't seen the movie yet, may wish to stop reading now.

As a loyal SCTC watcher, I was pleased with the movie. I can't imagine the immense pressure the whole movie was under and part of the reason I wanted to see it as soon as possible after its release was so I wouldn't get caught up in the swells of the hype.

Both me and the movie succeeded. There were hot men, hot shoes, and clothes to be sure. But for me, the show and the movie have always at its heart been about friendship between women.

That to me was the true love story. Friends that have been there for every major milestone in your life but also are so involved in your daily life, you can discuss mundane things like which shampoo works best or what you might make for dinner.

And as the four women move throughout their lives, there's no doubt that they'll always be there for each other.

Strong women need other women. I don't think it makes them weak to admit such things.

Bad days get better when you've got a friend's shoulder to cry on, and happy news is best shared.

To all my friends, single and married:

thank you for helping me live this life, for believing the best of me, for encouraging me, for listening, and for always showing up.

Annie Put Down the Gun

I was eight years old the first time I ever saw a professional Broadway show. And what did I see?

My mom took me to see Annie at the Fisher Theater in Detroit. I loved it. And still do.

This past weekend, I got a chance to see it again, more than 20 years later and it resonated as much now as it did then. Say what you will. But Annie is full of hope and optimism despite her troubling life.

I don't expect to get adopted by a Daddy Warbucks...I'm holding out for Sugar Daddy.

Kidding.

But it reminded me that sometimes despite everything, you've just got to believe that tomorrow the sun will shine.

A birthday plus a holiday

It's the first official weekend of flip flops, shorts, bbq's beer and sun. With plenty of sunblock on my pale Irish skin.

Yes, it's that time. Time for me to head up North to Lake Leelanau with friends in tow to take in some wineries, beaches, maybe a meal out or two and mostly just relaxation.

I know we've got my cousin's 25th birthday party which will be a good time to see all the cousins.

I can't believe she's 25. It seems like I was just at Mckenzie's high school graduation party. I remember freaking out about turning 25 because it was close to 30. To ease the transition my best friends Connie and Karlene threw me a surprise party. Complete with my favorite foods that included Sloppy Joes, and California Pizza. We even had a pinata.

Good times. I was late to my own surprise party though because I was looking at pictures of David Duchovney on the Internet.

Not sure if there will be any David at McKenzie's party...I'm just hoping for a piece of cake.

We'll be celebrating another birthday on Sunday. That of my friend Nevada. She's also turning 25. It's the funniest thing. I've known her a few years, and we've enjoyed her 25th birthday a few times now. :) Must be something magical in the water.

She has bravely agreed to make this road trip with me. I'm certain that we'll all have lots to chat about. We're Gemini's for godsake and we just don't shut up.

I'll Have What She's Having

Last night's Dinner:

1. Grapenuts with fresh blueberries
2. Glass of White Wine
3. Biscotti


A balanced meal is in the eye of the beholder.

Hanging in Charleston

My weekend was awesome.

Got to Charleston Thursday afternoon and was promptly picked up by Roo. Brian and I then headed toward our weekend beach house which was spectuclar. It was huge and was ocean-front.

It was amazing, like something out of a movie. I stayed with a bunch of people, I didn't know, but it turned out well. Everyone was laid back and friendly.

Got up Friday. Went for a walk on the beach. Played in the waves in the ocean,lost my sunglasses to a giant wave and then went with a few girls to get manicures. Came back got ready for the wedding. IT was beautiful. Danced and drank a bit at the reception. Then we hosted an after party at our house.

Saturday morning woke up with a headache went for a walk on the beach and then had breakfast. After that I had to get ready to go home. Boo hoo.
I loved being at the beach. And it was great to see Roo again after all this time.

I hope him and Ginny have a wonderful life together.

Roo's Getting Married

My first male roommate is tying the proverbial knot on Friday.

Not to me, god no. You ever have one of those friends that you love dearly and the thought of them in other context, well, "just isn't right?" That's me and Roo.

Roo and I met at Portfolio Center in Atlanta. More specifically, the first time we met was at a gas station in Michigan with my dad giving poor Roo the stare down. He was not thrilled with the idea of my male friend.

But I was. Roo was a great roommate and a really cool guy. Sure, he had fridge blindness, didn't unload the dishwasher, or remember to buy paper towel, but he did lots of other things.

Like listen to me cry and have girl melt-downs, drive my drunk self around after a night of drinking, introduced me to a bunch of crazy photographer friends, including his soon to be wife, Ginny, and he used to wait up for me at night if I was out.

We laughed, listened to lots of Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan, and we just clicked.

Roo even forgave me when I accidentally almost chocked him to death while we tried to drag his mattress up our two flights of stairs.

Tomorrow morning, I board the plane to take me to South Carolina, to see Roo and Ginny get married.

I'm thrilled that after all these years, we still have things to say and I took a chance, apparently telling Roo within 5 minutes of meeting him via phone, "We should live together."

And I'm glad we did. He was one of the best roommate's I've ever had and I'd bet he'd say the same about me.

Life is funny. Some people stick. Roo and I stuck.

More on the wedding when I return.

Two Dozen

Things I did today:

1. Went to work.
2. Got aches in my shoulders, neck and head.
3. Ate lunch at my desk.
4. Peed about 6 times.
5. Drank lots of water and one Diet Coke from the can.
6. Walked almost 4 miles after work.
7. Used Target's bathroom like a dressing room.
8. Ate Chicken Kabob for dinner.
9. Shopped and smelled lotion.
10. Drank half a glass of wine, as that's what was left in the bottle in the fridge.
11. Read Entertainment Weekly mostly cover to cover in 20 minutes.
12. Cranked up my ipod.

Things I didn't do:

1. Kiss anybody hello or goodbye.
2. Throw up my lunch.
3. Eat dessert.
4. Trip. (This is a big deal)
5. Watch any West Wing
6. Cure Cancer
7. Skip town
8. Wait too long in traffic.
9. Go to the zoo.
10. Get a new job.
11. Write the Great American Novel.
12. Cut my hair.

Iron Man

I like Superheros. Or certainly movies about them. And why not? They're usually empowering and fun to watch without taking themselves too seriously. And this weekend, I took in Iron Man with Robert Downey Jr. It was well done and RDJ is a good actor that was believable with just the right amount of arrogance. Note to men: Some confidence is sexy. The kind that lets you just back up into any space or drive like you mean it, good.

Too much arrogance where you tell a woman what to do because you're sure your way is better? Not sexy. But I digress.

Maybe I enjoyed the movie because I went in with no expectation whatsoever and thus, could hardly be disappointed.

My love of Superhero's started early with my two brothers and our Saturday Morning cartoon ritual of eating cereal in front of the TV so we wouldn't miss the Superhero Sleepover. Can't remember the official name, but all of them would hang out in the same Justice League and solve crimes.

The next Superhero love affair will probably be with the Batman Sequel. Christian Bale was a great Batman, and I'll wait for him to swoop in with a good story.

Granted, not all Super hero movies are created equal, but this one was worth the trip.

Boys Gone Wild

I'm coming to you from the foggy depths of my hangover. Witty banter is trying to come to the surface, but it's currently being blocked by too many Blue Moon's, chicken strips, second hand smoke, and an almost bar brawl in which this guy was 3 seconds short of grabbing my ass, when my friend Nevada who is a foot taller and could see the incoming hand, pushed him away at which point, he told her she was being disrespectful.


Bar fighting much like Kung Foo just isn't my forte. I'm somehow always right in the middle. Once in college, I was at a crowded keg party when two guys started fighting, and guy A got so mad he hauled off and hit guy B, but instead of hitting guy B, he punched me right in face.

Fast forward 30 seconds and I'm crawling out of the party on my hands and knees.

Besides some hand to hand combat training that is required when one grows up between two brothers, I just don't have the skills needed to have a proper bar fight.

Guess we can't all be Patrick Swayze in Roadhouse, can we?

Roof Party

Tonight is the night. We celebrate Rina's departure and move to Chicago. I'll refrain from saying the Windy City but it's right there in my head. Wanting to come out.

Looking forward to seeing lots of old friends from lots of old ad jobs. I can't believe Rina and have been friends over over two years. Day after day in an advertising agency and the time flies by. Maybe cubicles are actually just portals to another land, where time moves at warp speed, but then slows down to crawlspeed when you're working on certain projects.

Alas, let the drinks and memories flow. At least I'll have another person to visit, next time I'm in my neighboring city.

Good Luck Rina!

Photos of the Emerald Isle

To see Ireland Photos from my trip:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/kelwriter/

Tis Ireland

Dear Blog,

Nice to see you. I know it's been awhile. How have you been? Hope all is well.

Here's what I've been up to. I went to Ireland in early April, and it was wonderful and amazing. I will post some pictures soon, but I just downloaded them this past weekend.

But I loved it. I went with my mom and we got along pretty great the whole trip.
We saw all the usual stuff, Ring of Kerry, Cliffs of Mohar, Kilkenny Castle, Powerscourt Waterfall, the Powerscourt Estate, and tons and tons of quaint villages full of pubs, people, and pints. I really felt comfortable and at home there. Maybe it's because I'm Irish, but it was just the people. Amazingly friendly and so upbeat.

Lovely and Brilliant were common phrases out of their mouths in answers to questions. We rented a car with a GPS in it, we'd named Stella. Poor Stella was out of date, and everytime we drove on a road she didn't know, she'd get upset and say, "Recalulating. Recaulating." She did this a lot.

I didn't worry about what I ate, what day or time it was, or if I should have another pint or not. I just did.

I can't wait to go back.

Ireland was indeed lovely and brilliant.

He's Coming Soon

Happy Easter to everyone!

Have a good weekend. I'll be heading up I-75 to see the mom.

Hope the bunny's good to all of you.

Back on Tuesday.

Thoughts on a Tuesday

Winter is passing. Or certainly my interest in it is fading quickly. Today on my way to work, my car was crazily vibrating. I'm hoping it's just the bent rim on the passenger side. It's being looked at right now.

It's those little things that throw me for a loop. But good news. My dad seems to be doing better this week, than he was last week, so I'm thankful for this, of course.

Work is passing slowly today. I've finished a story and now I'm ready to start another one, so I'm thankful that my writing bug is back.

Someplace to put my thoughts and keep them close together. Somewhere to channel the crazy. Someplace to say whatever I want, without repercussion. No wonder I used to like it so much.

And on that note, I'll be getting back to it.

And Baby makes 2

My work day is creeping toward the end of it.

Yay!

Then it's off to my dad's to help him. He's not feeling well. And I feel bad. I'm gonna spend the night there to hang out with him.

I brought some old movies and some Arrested Development on dvd for comedic relief, but we'll probably just end up watching Cops, cause that's what he likes. Doesn't matter to me.

Sleep didn't come easy last night, so now it wants to come far easier now.

In brighter news, K. had her baby today! A girl. What a wonderful surprise. Well, I'm sure it wasn't really a surprise to her, but you know, you never know when that phone call will come from your friend that is expecting.

Go NOW

I am ready for winter to leave. Now, please.

In other news, I've been trying to keep myself busy visiting people and going to the gym to chase away the winter blahs.

Some days it works. Some days it doesn't. I've got a headache. But I've already had pain medicine today. Can't really have anymore.

Looking forward to going home today. Mostly cause then I won't be here.

Post Oscar

Last night was the Oscars. And the Oscars Party. It was a lot of fun. Lots of fancy cocktails, food and waiters in tuxes. Kind of like prom, minus the teen angst.

That dress was an old bridesmaid dress, but a classic style that I was able to wear again.

Highlight of the evening, Cookies decorated in the likeness of the nominees. Which is how I ended up taking George Clooney home. Micheal Clayton indeed.

Thanks for inviting me Tonya.

And the Enevolpe Goes To...

When I was a teenager, I started a love affair with award shows. I love seeing all the celebrities dressed to the 9's, while wishing I could sleep with most of the tuxedo clad men. And I especially loved moving acceptance speeches where a weepy Tom Hanks spoke with honest emotion about his love for his wife, Rita Wilson.

One year in my early 20's, I even got my friend Karlene to dress with me in fancy Oscar attire, while we watched from the living room and sipped apple juice and champagne.

Another year, I went to a coffeehouse that was hosting the festivities and won prizes based on random Oscar trivia.

This year?

I'm attending an Oscar party with a friend at a fancy hotel in Birmingham with free drinks and food. Dressing up is encouraged.

I'm plotting my acceptance speech now.

I'll take 2

I had a good weekend. Watched Martian Child with John Cusack. It was interesting and made me think, so that's always a good thing. And of course John Cusack, you can't go wrong.

Also, had my taxes done and I'll be receiving my refund in about a week. Ireland, here I come. Not sure I mentioned that trip in this space yet, but I'm going to Ireland in April. I can't wait. My mom and I are gonna tear up those pubs and lovely green hillsides.

More on this later.

And, I've decided to take some of my refund and buy myself some cute spring clothes. I am still losing,but some pretty new spring clothes will help with my mission. I never used to buy any new clothes as some sort of punishment for being overweight, which only made the problem worse. Now, I have steadily purchased along the way, so I can see my progress. Like much of life, this is a process that requires patience along the way. And celebration.

So, look out spring clothes. I'll be loading the closets soon.

I heart the snooze button

My mind's a bit foggy this morning. Seems my brain was whirling in the dead of night when it should have been resting. I was after all, sleeping.

Threw off my whole morning. No gym, overslept. Bah. I'll get there after work.

All you can do some mornings, is put on enough make-up to give the illusion you're awake, and drink lots of coffee in hopes the rest of you will catch up.

867 5309

The Eighties are back, or they were for a few hours on Saturday night. I went to a theme party with my brothers at a Knights of Columbus Hall. Complete with wood paneling and beer for $1.75 a bottle.

I felt like I was back in Grayling. But it was fun to relive the 80's now, with beer and less angst. The music back then was innocent and poppy fun.

The biggest thing I remember from the 80's was Strawberry Shortcake dolls, Quiet Riot and Eddie Van Halen. He was my first rock and roll crush.

Stay Away

Two and a half hours until official quitting time. Supposed to meet some work folks after work to hang out for a bit and I'm suddenly feeling a little sick. This won't do. I've already been sick a few times this winter, and I've actually got a theme party to go to tomorrow.

An 80s party. I've already combed the racks at thrift stores to find a suitable outfit.

So, whatever this is, I need it to leave me. Right now.

It really doesn't fit into my leg warmer shopping, gym toting, eye doctoring, I've got planned before the party.

YAY

Today I hit a milestone in my ongoing weight loss journey. A stubborn pound that had been hanging out since before Christmas, finally hit the road today, leaving me officially 30 and then some, pounds lighter.

Hooray! I'm ready to continue to tackle this weight, but for today, for this moment, I am forcing myself to enjoy what I've accomplished so far.

And it made me think about something: After reading a fellow losers journey, she asked, Why do you want to lose weight?

The short answer: To look good. To have more fun shopping, to sound like a shallow female. But that isn't the reason. It may have been that in the begining, but it has given me so much more.

Mostly, it gives me peace of mind. I don't feel trapped anymore by my own body. I no longer feel bad, every single morning when I get dressed. And it's not because I wake up thinking, "Damn, I'm hot."

Cause I don't do that, and I have serious doubts I ever will. But I do feel more at peace. That even if I don't lose anymore, it will be ok. That's not to say that I feel done or that I won't keep working hard to lose the rest, but I have improved my health greatly by doing what I have already done. My health is better, and I exercise on a regular basis.

I still don't love the gym, but I love the feeling I get when I'm done exercising. A bit tired, but refreshed and mentally, I always feel less stressed and a calm sense of it will be alright comes over me. Nothing else in my life gives me that feeling.

Sure, I still love a cupcake, but today I'm choosing better at each meal which gives me freedom to eat one every now and then. Chocolate with frosting.

Soundtrack for a day

Which came first?

The depression or the country music?

Swamped in both. Let's see who breaks first.