Thanks to Courtney's blog, I now have a fun name blog of my own.
Read on!
1. My rock star name (first pet and current car)
Bozo Saturn SL2
2. My gangsta name (ice cream flavour plus cookie, or biscuit)
Peanut Butter Cup Chocolate chip with nuts. (how white I am :) )
3. My fly girl name (first letter of first name, first three letters of last name)
KQui (it's all gonna depend on the pronoucination)
4. My detective name (favourite colour, favourite animal)
Aqua Blue Dog
5. My soap opera name (middle name, city of birth)
Rose Pontiac
6. My Star Wars name (first three letters of your last name, first two of your first name)
Qui Ke ( I guess it's ok. It's no Yoda)
7. My superhero name (second favourite colour, favourite drink, add “the”)
The Red Coffee
8. My Nascar name (first two names of my two grandfathers)
Ha. Bill Bill
9. My stripper name (favourite perfume, favourite sweet)
Brown Sugar Cookie (Um, yeah)
10. My witness protection name (mother’s and father’s middle names)
Hayword Edward
11. My weather anchor name (fifth grade teacher’s name, a major city beginning with the same letter)
Dr. Bendure Boston
12. My spy name (favourite season/flower)
Summer Roses
13. Cartoon name (favourite fruit plus garment you’re wearing, with an “ie” or “y” added)
Cherry Hoodie
14 Hippie name (what you ate for breakfast plus favourite tree)
Oatmeal Maple
15. Your rockstar tour name (favourite hobby plus weather element, with “the”)
The Reading Rain
That was fun. You should know my real stage name is Chantilly, based on a road trip questionnaire.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Back To Basics
Hello, Reader
I'm back from vacation. It was great. As I'd hoped, lots of mountain viewing, hiking, drinking, and some snack eating.
Colorado is a beautiful state and now I'm back in Michigan. It has its own beauty, but today isn't a good example, with the gray clouds and rain, mucking up the commute.
Trying to get back into the routine of work, gym etc. It's slowly coming together.
Today was my Weight Watcher meeting before work. Yep, I'm admitting it in a blog. Was a good day at the races, so to speak.
Keep on Keeping on.
I'm back from vacation. It was great. As I'd hoped, lots of mountain viewing, hiking, drinking, and some snack eating.
Colorado is a beautiful state and now I'm back in Michigan. It has its own beauty, but today isn't a good example, with the gray clouds and rain, mucking up the commute.
Trying to get back into the routine of work, gym etc. It's slowly coming together.
Today was my Weight Watcher meeting before work. Yep, I'm admitting it in a blog. Was a good day at the races, so to speak.
Keep on Keeping on.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
She's Going Around the Mountain
Tomorrow morning I leave for vacation to Colorado.
I haven't been on vacation since last year when I went to the family, Clark Griswald style to Las Vegas.
This will be a different kind of trip. Instead of all the flashing lights and gambling, it'll be hikes in the mountain and lots of fresh air.
Not that I'd really consider myself an outdoor person, but when I'm forced to spend 40 something hours a week inside an office with miles of concrete and weird shaped office furniture, well, I'm looking forward to this more than I would've imagined.
The weirdest part is that I can't wait to do some hiking. Must be because of the time I've been spending in the gym. Nature's treadmill awaits.
Oh, and I'm sure there will be drinks among old friends.
So, enjoy your weekend, and I will see you again soon.
I haven't been on vacation since last year when I went to the family, Clark Griswald style to Las Vegas.
This will be a different kind of trip. Instead of all the flashing lights and gambling, it'll be hikes in the mountain and lots of fresh air.
Not that I'd really consider myself an outdoor person, but when I'm forced to spend 40 something hours a week inside an office with miles of concrete and weird shaped office furniture, well, I'm looking forward to this more than I would've imagined.
The weirdest part is that I can't wait to do some hiking. Must be because of the time I've been spending in the gym. Nature's treadmill awaits.
Oh, and I'm sure there will be drinks among old friends.
So, enjoy your weekend, and I will see you again soon.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Grumpy
I've been grumpy for the past few days. I'm waiting for it to pass, but it seems to be getting worse.
Ah. Fall is coming and that usually makes me feel better and puts me in a better mood, but it's not happening.
Maybe tomorrow will be better. I am just tired of feeling as if I'm spinning and spinning and can't stop.
Perhaps I should just puke lemonade like that time at the fair.
Ah. Fall is coming and that usually makes me feel better and puts me in a better mood, but it's not happening.
Maybe tomorrow will be better. I am just tired of feeling as if I'm spinning and spinning and can't stop.
Perhaps I should just puke lemonade like that time at the fair.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Reading is Fundamental (RIF)
I'm a media slut.
This weekend, I stockpiled books like I was in the throes of some Worldwide disaster and I'd be left with no reading. Truth be told this behavior isn't a new thing, and if you ask any writer/reader how many books they've got stacked up at home waiting to be read, they'd say at least a dozen.
And how was I rewarded with my binge? My coming into work this morning with an Amazon box sitting on my chair. And what was in it? My aunt Erin's book, Hope for Carsonville.
(shameless plug)
This morning at the gym while on the bike (this has become my morning treat. A small reprieve from the weights and the Elliptical machine) I started, Eat Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. The verdict is still out on this.
Other books I acquired over the weekend, either by really cheap used book store, the library used book sale and the library (free-which is best of all), the following are now waiting for me to turn their pages:
1. Wonder Boys- Michael Chabon. Love the movie. Wanted to see how the book read.
2. Gods in Alabama. Joshilyn Jackson. I've seen this at Borders.
3. Shadow Dancer- Mystery suspense by Susan Anderson.
4. There's a slight chance I might be going to hell- Laurie Notaro
5. Days of Summer- sweeping summer drama. spans generations.
6. The Wonder Spot- Melissa Bank- from the author, Girls Guide to Hunting and Fishing.
7.The Bastard on the Couch. Essays from men about being men.
8. Up the Agency-Peter Mayle about working in an ad agency.
9. Five Men who Broke my Heart- A memoir about heart breakers.
10. The Female Brain. Cool cover. Some scientist lady.
11. I was There When it Happened. Marshall Grant's account of life on the road with Johnny Cash.
12. Obsession- Karen Robards. Another Mystery suspense.
13. Only as Good as your Word- Susan Shapiro. Advice on writing.
14. Farewell to Arms. Ernest Hemingway. (used book sale)
This weekend, I stockpiled books like I was in the throes of some Worldwide disaster and I'd be left with no reading. Truth be told this behavior isn't a new thing, and if you ask any writer/reader how many books they've got stacked up at home waiting to be read, they'd say at least a dozen.
And how was I rewarded with my binge? My coming into work this morning with an Amazon box sitting on my chair. And what was in it? My aunt Erin's book, Hope for Carsonville.
(shameless plug)
This morning at the gym while on the bike (this has become my morning treat. A small reprieve from the weights and the Elliptical machine) I started, Eat Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. The verdict is still out on this.
Other books I acquired over the weekend, either by really cheap used book store, the library used book sale and the library (free-which is best of all), the following are now waiting for me to turn their pages:
1. Wonder Boys- Michael Chabon. Love the movie. Wanted to see how the book read.
2. Gods in Alabama. Joshilyn Jackson. I've seen this at Borders.
3. Shadow Dancer- Mystery suspense by Susan Anderson.
4. There's a slight chance I might be going to hell- Laurie Notaro
5. Days of Summer- sweeping summer drama. spans generations.
6. The Wonder Spot- Melissa Bank- from the author, Girls Guide to Hunting and Fishing.
7.The Bastard on the Couch. Essays from men about being men.
8. Up the Agency-Peter Mayle about working in an ad agency.
9. Five Men who Broke my Heart- A memoir about heart breakers.
10. The Female Brain. Cool cover. Some scientist lady.
11. I was There When it Happened. Marshall Grant's account of life on the road with Johnny Cash.
12. Obsession- Karen Robards. Another Mystery suspense.
13. Only as Good as your Word- Susan Shapiro. Advice on writing.
14. Farewell to Arms. Ernest Hemingway. (used book sale)
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Hope for Carsonville
I might get lucky today. Not in the tangled up sheet sort of lucky, but more in the package delivery arena. You see, My Aunt Erin wrote a book, called Hope for Carsonville about my grandma Hope.
And it is on it's way to me from my friends at Amazon.com. I'm closing in on it, but it isn't yet, in my hot little hands.
I'm very excited to read it and hear lots of stories about Hope. She died when I was only 8 years old, so I have only one or two sketchy memories of her. One of them involved sitting at her kitchen table, while she gave me Koolaid. I took a drink, and then I made a face.
Telling my dad, "This doesn't taste like regular Kool-Aid." My dad told me, that's how Hope made it. Without sugar.
And since I've been aspiring to write a memoir type book myself, it is exciting to know it's possible and I'm so proud of Erin. She really put her heart into writing this book.
Thanks to Erin, I'll have a whole new set of stories to enjoy.
And it is on it's way to me from my friends at Amazon.com. I'm closing in on it, but it isn't yet, in my hot little hands.
I'm very excited to read it and hear lots of stories about Hope. She died when I was only 8 years old, so I have only one or two sketchy memories of her. One of them involved sitting at her kitchen table, while she gave me Koolaid. I took a drink, and then I made a face.
Telling my dad, "This doesn't taste like regular Kool-Aid." My dad told me, that's how Hope made it. Without sugar.
And since I've been aspiring to write a memoir type book myself, it is exciting to know it's possible and I'm so proud of Erin. She really put her heart into writing this book.
Thanks to Erin, I'll have a whole new set of stories to enjoy.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
ReBoot
After work today I am going to visit my dad. He's checking into the hospital today for an extended visit to see if the doctors can figure out what's going on in his spine.
So, for anyone so inclined, pull out your prayer books, your vigils, your Buddah's or any other spiritual leader you can get your hands on.
We need positive thinking. The only good news is that my dad will be safe and well cared for. He can't do his own brand of medicine which usually involves things not so healthy.
And look, I'm not blaming the guy. He's been through a lot of shit and everytime this cancer comes up, he beats it back down with his bad ass Marine mentality. The same mentality that got him out of Vietnam safe.
Dad, it's time to strap on those combat boots one more time.
So, for anyone so inclined, pull out your prayer books, your vigils, your Buddah's or any other spiritual leader you can get your hands on.
We need positive thinking. The only good news is that my dad will be safe and well cared for. He can't do his own brand of medicine which usually involves things not so healthy.
And look, I'm not blaming the guy. He's been through a lot of shit and everytime this cancer comes up, he beats it back down with his bad ass Marine mentality. The same mentality that got him out of Vietnam safe.
Dad, it's time to strap on those combat boots one more time.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Show Down
Faced the scale this morning. I won.
A small loss, but in my opinion no loss is small. So, I guess I worked out enough this week to combat all that beer and pasta salad at the family reunion.
Seems to be all about finding the correct balance between beer, plus ocassional treat, plus Mexican food, stir in several workouts and viola: Scale success.
I can tell I must be hungry. I'm thinking about my lunch and how I can't wait to eat it. There are a few little things to look forward to, when one works in an office.
Sadly, sometimes lunch is a highlight.
Ready, set, Grab that plastic fork.
A small loss, but in my opinion no loss is small. So, I guess I worked out enough this week to combat all that beer and pasta salad at the family reunion.
Seems to be all about finding the correct balance between beer, plus ocassional treat, plus Mexican food, stir in several workouts and viola: Scale success.
I can tell I must be hungry. I'm thinking about my lunch and how I can't wait to eat it. There are a few little things to look forward to, when one works in an office.
Sadly, sometimes lunch is a highlight.
Ready, set, Grab that plastic fork.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Peek A Boo
Did you go to the type of school that made a mockery of the Senior Class? You know what I'm talking about. Complete with mock elections where you could win such honors as, Class Flirt, Best Hair, Most Likely to Rule the Free World.
And what did I win? Shyest. Gee, what an honor. Thanks for pointing out my self conscious nature so I may be mocked openly by all the people who ignored me all day long anyway.
I wasn't informed that I'd won such an award, till my best friend called from the photo shoot to tell me, "You got Voted Shyest. I'm coming to pick you up."
The kids in my class thought I was too shy to show up to have my picture taken.
It would've been funny to have me in the yearbook as a blank space.
Shyest indeed.
And what did I win? Shyest. Gee, what an honor. Thanks for pointing out my self conscious nature so I may be mocked openly by all the people who ignored me all day long anyway.
I wasn't informed that I'd won such an award, till my best friend called from the photo shoot to tell me, "You got Voted Shyest. I'm coming to pick you up."
The kids in my class thought I was too shy to show up to have my picture taken.
It would've been funny to have me in the yearbook as a blank space.
Shyest indeed.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
I Willed It
By sheer force of will I made it to the gym this morning. I so wanted to keep sleeping. It was one of those perfect sleeping mornings, but alas , all good things must come to an end.
I'm happy I made it. I kept talking myself out of it, but the part of me that knows better got dressed and went.
Enough of patting myself on the back. But the thing is, sadly I don't have much other news. I spent the weekend organizing my office area at home and realize that'll I need to purchase a file cabinet soon.
Must have someplace to shove all those papers that seem important, yet I never look at. I never once pulled out my car insurance book just to read up on the policy. But I also know the second I throw it away, I'll need it.
So it goes. I'm boring even myself with this post.
Perhaps I'll be back tomorrow.
I'm happy I made it. I kept talking myself out of it, but the part of me that knows better got dressed and went.
Enough of patting myself on the back. But the thing is, sadly I don't have much other news. I spent the weekend organizing my office area at home and realize that'll I need to purchase a file cabinet soon.
Must have someplace to shove all those papers that seem important, yet I never look at. I never once pulled out my car insurance book just to read up on the policy. But I also know the second I throw it away, I'll need it.
So it goes. I'm boring even myself with this post.
Perhaps I'll be back tomorrow.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Accentuate the Positive
By our very nature, Irish people are not overly cheerful or able to find the "positive" in an otherwise not so positive situation. Instead we are more likely to make a joke about whatever is shitty.
And today, I found myself needing some positive reinforcement regarding this whole roller coaster of diet and exercising.
In that spirit, I'm going to make a list of things that have changed for the better, since my journey began. And it's not because I want to vomit sunshine on any one, but more because I just don't want to turn to making myself vomit.
1. I have more energy since joining and going to the gym. Sure, I'm tired when I get there but when I leave, I've never once said, Boy, I wish I would have stayed home and ate donuts." I might have wanted to, but the point is, I didn't.
2. I'm no longer addicted to that chemical sugared coffee cream that I had every day in 3 different flavors as a staple in my refrigerator.
3. My chin is as single as me.
4. I stopped eating 100 calorie packs of everything. I learned that for me personally, it's just not a good idea. If I really want a treat, I'm better off eating a small part of the full-fat version. In the end it tastes better and I eat less of it because my craving for it is being satisfied.
5. My pants are either getting loose or too big all together. I've dropped one size so far.
6. I've lost 12 pounds so far. It's taking me a really long time, but I haven't given up. I press on. And I will keep going till I'm where I want to be.
7. I'm starting to see the light blinking from really far away at the end of the tunnel.
8. My dad is really sick but I haven't turned to carrot cake on a regular basis.
9. Sugared cereals is something I really loved and still do, but I don't let myself by it anymore either. It's too addicting for me.
10. Lifting Weights: Part of my routine has included weights and I can tell that I'm becoming physically stronger. I was able to pull myself out of deep water onto a jet ski using my upper body strength a month or so ago.
This list may not resonate with anyone but me, but at least I'll have a record now of what I'm doing right, instead of beating myself up for things I'm doing wrong.
And today, I found myself needing some positive reinforcement regarding this whole roller coaster of diet and exercising.
In that spirit, I'm going to make a list of things that have changed for the better, since my journey began. And it's not because I want to vomit sunshine on any one, but more because I just don't want to turn to making myself vomit.
1. I have more energy since joining and going to the gym. Sure, I'm tired when I get there but when I leave, I've never once said, Boy, I wish I would have stayed home and ate donuts." I might have wanted to, but the point is, I didn't.
2. I'm no longer addicted to that chemical sugared coffee cream that I had every day in 3 different flavors as a staple in my refrigerator.
3. My chin is as single as me.
4. I stopped eating 100 calorie packs of everything. I learned that for me personally, it's just not a good idea. If I really want a treat, I'm better off eating a small part of the full-fat version. In the end it tastes better and I eat less of it because my craving for it is being satisfied.
5. My pants are either getting loose or too big all together. I've dropped one size so far.
6. I've lost 12 pounds so far. It's taking me a really long time, but I haven't given up. I press on. And I will keep going till I'm where I want to be.
7. I'm starting to see the light blinking from really far away at the end of the tunnel.
8. My dad is really sick but I haven't turned to carrot cake on a regular basis.
9. Sugared cereals is something I really loved and still do, but I don't let myself by it anymore either. It's too addicting for me.
10. Lifting Weights: Part of my routine has included weights and I can tell that I'm becoming physically stronger. I was able to pull myself out of deep water onto a jet ski using my upper body strength a month or so ago.
This list may not resonate with anyone but me, but at least I'll have a record now of what I'm doing right, instead of beating myself up for things I'm doing wrong.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
And this just In
Random assortment of things on my mind.
1. When did a merge lane stop becoming merger friendly? Seems to be every time I go to merge lately and I do it nicely with my signal and the right amount of acceleration, the people who are supposed to get out of the way by either speeding up or slowing down enough to give me free way access, have decided to stay put. MOVE
2. This hugely popular series of books about a female bounty hunter, Stephanie Plum who is much more comical than caustic seems to have set my fire for reading again. They're light and fun and easy to read. I can't however fathom reading all 13 in succession.
3. Reading again is saving me the trouble of looking for tv to watch. How many more reality tv shows can we have? Good Lord. I'm thinking they should make one called, " So you think this is a show?", with a constant parade of crazy people peeing on each other. STOP.
4. My younger brother is in town, and seems to really be enjoying us in a way I haven't seen before now. It's a nice change. We're all having dinner together tomorrow.
5.Today is a hungry day. The kind where you feel like you're constantly hungry but at least I'm choosing healthy snacks. Have had a yogurt, cherry tomatoes, a plum, a granola bar. I did forgo the free hot dog giveaway in the parking lot, so anything else is gravy so to speak.
Till next time.
1. When did a merge lane stop becoming merger friendly? Seems to be every time I go to merge lately and I do it nicely with my signal and the right amount of acceleration, the people who are supposed to get out of the way by either speeding up or slowing down enough to give me free way access, have decided to stay put. MOVE
2. This hugely popular series of books about a female bounty hunter, Stephanie Plum who is much more comical than caustic seems to have set my fire for reading again. They're light and fun and easy to read. I can't however fathom reading all 13 in succession.
3. Reading again is saving me the trouble of looking for tv to watch. How many more reality tv shows can we have? Good Lord. I'm thinking they should make one called, " So you think this is a show?", with a constant parade of crazy people peeing on each other. STOP.
4. My younger brother is in town, and seems to really be enjoying us in a way I haven't seen before now. It's a nice change. We're all having dinner together tomorrow.
5.Today is a hungry day. The kind where you feel like you're constantly hungry but at least I'm choosing healthy snacks. Have had a yogurt, cherry tomatoes, a plum, a granola bar. I did forgo the free hot dog giveaway in the parking lot, so anything else is gravy so to speak.
Till next time.
Monday, August 06, 2007
Super Stupid
Matt Damon is my super spy super hero.
Ok, so maybe that's a little much. But I did really enjoy the Bourne Ultimatum. I just hope they don't muck it up with anymore movies, because the story is has been told and completed.
Yes, there were still some unanswered questions, but that's the point really. It's one movie franchise that refuses to dumb down its content. That's my biggest complaint about a lot of movies and my job for that matter.
As to not offend and to make everything so idiot proof that there isn't any conclusion for you to draw on your own, well its making America even more stupid.
Does it really matter that every movie, tv commercial and book won't appeal to a mass audience? Isn't that the point? Create something that a certain segment will really love, and if others find it, great.
But the second we dumb everything down, we've lost the fight. It's the same culture that is now suggesting that every kid should get a trophy on the sports teams. The we are all winners mentality.
Actually, we're not. And you know what? That's good. If you find out like I did at a young age, sports wasn't really my forte, it made me focus my energy on other things like writing.
Maybe I was picked last for kick ball but I won a ribbon for a story in the first grade at the school fair. Am I scarred for life?
No. Because I know where my strengths lie and I'm using those to my advantage.
In my opinion, we just need to stop coddling to the lowest common denominator. We're not doing ourselves any favors.
And there's a reason why there is life outside a Super Walmart....
Ok, so maybe that's a little much. But I did really enjoy the Bourne Ultimatum. I just hope they don't muck it up with anymore movies, because the story is has been told and completed.
Yes, there were still some unanswered questions, but that's the point really. It's one movie franchise that refuses to dumb down its content. That's my biggest complaint about a lot of movies and my job for that matter.
As to not offend and to make everything so idiot proof that there isn't any conclusion for you to draw on your own, well its making America even more stupid.
Does it really matter that every movie, tv commercial and book won't appeal to a mass audience? Isn't that the point? Create something that a certain segment will really love, and if others find it, great.
But the second we dumb everything down, we've lost the fight. It's the same culture that is now suggesting that every kid should get a trophy on the sports teams. The we are all winners mentality.
Actually, we're not. And you know what? That's good. If you find out like I did at a young age, sports wasn't really my forte, it made me focus my energy on other things like writing.
Maybe I was picked last for kick ball but I won a ribbon for a story in the first grade at the school fair. Am I scarred for life?
No. Because I know where my strengths lie and I'm using those to my advantage.
In my opinion, we just need to stop coddling to the lowest common denominator. We're not doing ourselves any favors.
And there's a reason why there is life outside a Super Walmart....
Friday, August 03, 2007
Wee Weekend
On the agenda this weekend?
First off, is get through this long drawn out day at work. Tonight, I'm going to hang out with my brothers. BJ is in from Florida and it's rare that I get to see both my brothers at the same time and in the same place.
Tomorrow, don't know. All I know is I'm getting up and going to the gym, then I'm sure I'll end up doing some sort of errands/chores etc. Then Rachel and I are gonna hang out in the evening. We're thinking some type of movie. I'm hoping to catch Matt Damon in Bourne Ultimatim or maybe something at the Main Art theater.
Sunday, my mom will be in town and I think we're doing some family stuff that is yet TBD.
Bills have been paid, grocries have been purchased, house is in semi-order minus the stifiling heat.
Enjoy your weekend.
First off, is get through this long drawn out day at work. Tonight, I'm going to hang out with my brothers. BJ is in from Florida and it's rare that I get to see both my brothers at the same time and in the same place.
Tomorrow, don't know. All I know is I'm getting up and going to the gym, then I'm sure I'll end up doing some sort of errands/chores etc. Then Rachel and I are gonna hang out in the evening. We're thinking some type of movie. I'm hoping to catch Matt Damon in Bourne Ultimatim or maybe something at the Main Art theater.
Sunday, my mom will be in town and I think we're doing some family stuff that is yet TBD.
Bills have been paid, grocries have been purchased, house is in semi-order minus the stifiling heat.
Enjoy your weekend.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Untitled
30 years of bull-shit
and I'm still here.
Chasing a dream where writing is money
and
I'm relative
to an audience.
Imagining my personal thoughts become important.
But will I appreciate it?
Or will I still be stressed,
that my pants are pulled too tight across my thighs?
No matter how many times I tell myself it doesn't matter,
it does.
Skinny won't fundamentally change me
but looking in the mirror
will hurt less.
You can't blame the shallow,
they have nothing else.
The rest of us,
get to be the smart girl,
not dancing on Friday night
because she's typing at her computer
dreaming about tiny dresses.
and I'm still here.
Chasing a dream where writing is money
and
I'm relative
to an audience.
Imagining my personal thoughts become important.
But will I appreciate it?
Or will I still be stressed,
that my pants are pulled too tight across my thighs?
No matter how many times I tell myself it doesn't matter,
it does.
Skinny won't fundamentally change me
but looking in the mirror
will hurt less.
You can't blame the shallow,
they have nothing else.
The rest of us,
get to be the smart girl,
not dancing on Friday night
because she's typing at her computer
dreaming about tiny dresses.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Pushing Pencils
It's the billionth Monday of my office career. And it's as lame as most have proven to be in the past.
As for now, no new assignments awaiting me, no pressing matters. Just a long drawn out day perched in front of my keyboard attempting to look busy. I was busy at lunch when I ran errands, but I'm sure that's not what you had in mind.
Monday's depress me. They are far from Friday and so close to Sunday I can still recall yesterday like it was well, yesterday when I was free to do whatever I wanted.
I've started sorting out things in my home "office area" and spent part of the day yesterday shredding up credit card offers, letters I'd die if anyone ever found and things of that nature.
The good news is that now it's Monday afternoon and in two short hours it'll be quitting time.
As for now, no new assignments awaiting me, no pressing matters. Just a long drawn out day perched in front of my keyboard attempting to look busy. I was busy at lunch when I ran errands, but I'm sure that's not what you had in mind.
Monday's depress me. They are far from Friday and so close to Sunday I can still recall yesterday like it was well, yesterday when I was free to do whatever I wanted.
I've started sorting out things in my home "office area" and spent part of the day yesterday shredding up credit card offers, letters I'd die if anyone ever found and things of that nature.
The good news is that now it's Monday afternoon and in two short hours it'll be quitting time.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
An Enchanted Evening
Last night I attended the wedding of my dear friend Becky and her now husband Len.
It was one of the most elegant weddings I've ever been to. It was one of those weddings where you could feel the love in the air, feel the joy of the couple being married and the celebration of two families coming together.
She looked beautiful, he looked radiant, and together they looked magical.
If you're still reading, please keep your negative cynical thoughts to yourself. Because unless you were there, you can't know the feeling that moved over each guest.
You see, both Becky and Len had been married before each believing I'm sure that it was to last forever. But things hadn't worked out the way they perhaps imagined it would and instead both ended up divorced.
And found one another.
Maybe it was the wisdom that comes with age or past experiences that led them both to this place that allowed them both to try again.
Either way, it was an honor to be in included in the very small wedding, and I wish them both as much love now as on their 50th wedding anniversary.
Congratulations, Becky and Len.
It was one of the most elegant weddings I've ever been to. It was one of those weddings where you could feel the love in the air, feel the joy of the couple being married and the celebration of two families coming together.
She looked beautiful, he looked radiant, and together they looked magical.
If you're still reading, please keep your negative cynical thoughts to yourself. Because unless you were there, you can't know the feeling that moved over each guest.
You see, both Becky and Len had been married before each believing I'm sure that it was to last forever. But things hadn't worked out the way they perhaps imagined it would and instead both ended up divorced.
And found one another.
Maybe it was the wisdom that comes with age or past experiences that led them both to this place that allowed them both to try again.
Either way, it was an honor to be in included in the very small wedding, and I wish them both as much love now as on their 50th wedding anniversary.
Congratulations, Becky and Len.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Show me that Smile
When I was going through my teen years and I should preface with early teens, I battled all the usual problems. Zits, the joys of puberty and many many crushes and obssive readings of Bop and Tiger Beat magazine.
Among my crushes, one stood out. Kirk Cameron of Growing Pain fame. In retrospect, I can't be sure what the attraction was. Was it the crazy curly hair? The boy next door look compiled with the lack of facial hair?
I can't be sure. All I know is that Kirk Cameron is the only celebrity that I ever wrote a fan letter to. In my defense, I was 11 or 12 at the time, and this was before he turned all religious. His face plastered every available surface in my bedroom and I'd spend my allowance every week buying the newest issue of BOP, so I could coat more walls and obsess a little more.
"Kirk washing a car. Kirk eating a hamburger. Kirk laying on his bed, staring at the wall."
WTF? I guess I was just a normal pre teen. I had crushes on real boys in my classes too, but my heart melted every week with that Growing Pain theme song.
I don't really get that thrilled anymore. I'm more interested in meeting real people, but I can still appreciate a man with a little throwdown. More on this later.
Among my crushes, one stood out. Kirk Cameron of Growing Pain fame. In retrospect, I can't be sure what the attraction was. Was it the crazy curly hair? The boy next door look compiled with the lack of facial hair?
I can't be sure. All I know is that Kirk Cameron is the only celebrity that I ever wrote a fan letter to. In my defense, I was 11 or 12 at the time, and this was before he turned all religious. His face plastered every available surface in my bedroom and I'd spend my allowance every week buying the newest issue of BOP, so I could coat more walls and obsess a little more.
"Kirk washing a car. Kirk eating a hamburger. Kirk laying on his bed, staring at the wall."
WTF? I guess I was just a normal pre teen. I had crushes on real boys in my classes too, but my heart melted every week with that Growing Pain theme song.
I don't really get that thrilled anymore. I'm more interested in meeting real people, but I can still appreciate a man with a little throwdown. More on this later.
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