February 27, 2006
Glow Power
And here it is. Thanks Jorge!
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February 26, 2006
Sunny yeah
Just as Paulie said today is sunny and gorgeous. Montego is outside, in her own yard, soaking it up right now. We came back to our house around 6:30 last night and she practically passed out. I could almost hear her thinking, I am too old for those crazy puppies! But they had a great time together - they were hilarious and Bella is infinitely patient for being 80 pounds heavier than Teeg. And I didn't even have to kill Biscuit, so all in all, I think it was a successful week.
After three nights in Jamaica and five nights at Sarah and Doug's, it felt good to wake up in my own bed this morning. So good in fact that I drastically overslept, which means I missed church. When I don't go, it throws off my whole week, which to be honest is quite an amazing discovery. The first 18 years of my life I went religiously, to use a word I hate, but the next 10 years saw me attending sporadically at best. I can barely describe what it is like now, to finally attend a church I can consider home - it's incredible. Sundays are my favorite day of the week. (Plus, it's nice to kick off every week having lunch with Mary Lee.) Luckily, thanks to technology and the nontraditional environment at Buckhead, I can listen to the sermons online, which I'll do at some point today. It doesn't make up for missing out on the community or worship, but it's better than nothing.
I bought a ton of music on iTunes yesterday, including The Best of Lisa Loeb, which I blame entirely on E! My favorite thing about the iPod is the ability to have all the cheesy music you want, and no one has to know. I can buy old love songs by Take That, for example. Not that I would know anything about that. (Oh, please, you think I'd be ashamed of that? I still have New Kids videos, people.)
I also took a faux Myers-Briggs personality test yesterday (I'm probably the last person on the Internet to do so). I am an ESFJ - extroverted (duh), sensing, feeling, judging (DUH). This type is known as the "caregiver" or the "hostess," which also, duh. But one paragraph in the "portrait of an ESFJ" really hit me:
ESFJs are warm and energetic. They need approval from others to feel good about themselves. They are hurt by indifference and don't understand unkindness. They are very giving people, who get a lot of their personal satisfaction from the happiness of others. They want to be appreciated for who they are, and what they give. They're very sensitive to others, and freely give practical care. ESFJs are such caring individuals, that they sometimes have a hard time seeing or accepting a difficult truth about someone they care about. (Emphasis mine.)
That's pretty much what I wrote yesterday morning, in regards to my past relationships. I constantly have to remind myself to see people for who they ARE, not for who I know they CAN be. Maya Angelou says, "When someone shows you who they are, believe them." I try, I try.
Tonight the Glow Girls will meet up for dinner so that we can hear all about Sarah's honeymoon and recap our Jamaican experiences. I can't wait to see Sarah - we spend so much time together, 40 hours a week just at work, that I miss her when it's been more that a few days.
I feel like I've been going nonstop since before Christmas that finally the year is beginning to slow down and I can start enjoying and living this life of mine. Not that the next six months aren't already booking up quickly. I have trips to Florida, Vegas, Ohio, Hilton Head and again to Ohio already in the planner and who knows what else will pop up. My dad is coming to Atlanta at some point to help me stain my deck and do some yard work, and I'm hoping to take a minibreak to Chicago or New Orleans as well. I'm also thinking of going to Europe in September - fly into Amsterdam and spend a few days with Teri's parents and then take a train to France or Germany or England. Who wants to come?
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February 25, 2006
Rainy blah
It's raining and gross outside and that's about how I feel. I should be at the gym right this second, but it's hard to go sometimes when you know none of your friends are going to be there either. Every Saturday we go to this Body Works class, which is free weights and strength training in a classroom setting, and the instructor is this fantastic Cuban guy named Jorge. He used to be a dancer in NYC and always makes us do these silly moves in between sets, and his classic move, posing. After we work our shoulders and arms he makes us shake it out and then pose like bodybuilders. So at the wedding last week we had Hollis take some pictures of us in our Body Works poses, and when Sarah gets back we'll take them in to show Jorge. I'm not sure he really wants us to be his poster girls, but he seemed excited about the prospect of us posing in our wedding attire!
Sarah and Doug get home tonight, and I'm sure the dogs are ready to see them! I am ready to see them! It's been a week of 12 paws on the hardwood floors and deep sighs and barking. Good lord, the barking. (Mostly Montego, to be fair.)
I'm coming up on one year of homeownership and everyone says that after the first year, it gets easier. I really, really hope so. I would be lying if I didn't admit that one of the suckiest things about breaking up with J0shua was that I lost my handyman! He has plans to come down and help me out with a few things, but now that we're not together anymore, I can't really expect him to do that. Sure, it'll be great if he does, but if not, I guess I'll have to woman up and either break out the Yellow Pages or my toolbox.
I was e-mailing with someone the other day and he said something about how younger women (24ish) are sometimes easier to date than women closer to/past 30 because younger girls are often more carefree, have fewer expectations and less baggage. It's not the first time I've heard something like that - I even remember 30-year-old+ guys saying it to me when I was 24, and it struck me as incredibly unfair even back then. I put up with a lot of bad behavior when I was in my 20s - I was so worried about someone rejecting the real me that I kept my mouth shut and made nice. What is so crazy about that is that's not who I am at all. My friends call me their boss for a reason - I'm a natural leader with strong opinions on just about everything! But on dates or in the beginnings of a new relationship I have a tendancy to ask a lot about him and only mention things that I like that I know he likes too etc. And that's unfair to him, but it's also so unfair to me. Why would I sabotage myself like that?
When J0shua and I made the move from friends to more, I was so petrified that he would change his mind that I felt almost paralyzed. I didn't know how to act and he was left wondering where that fun, engaging, independent girl went who was his friend. Stupid, stupid.
If your 20s are when you figure out who you are and what you stand for, then at least I'm on track with something!
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February 24, 2006
Official Photo
Hollis, the wedding photographer, sent me a few shots yesterday, and this one was among them.
After the ceremony the wedding party traipsed down the beach a little ways to a spot Hollis had picked out earlier in the week, where the light was just right. Mary and I ran into the water and shouted for him to take our picture as we skipped along the shore line. (It will not come as a surprise to anyone who knows me (or has read me for awhile), that I'm not exactly camera shy.) How can you have a beach wedding and not get a few shots of people in the water? We were doing our bridesmaid duty.
It's been a long year leading up to the wedding, with a lot of planning and shopping and preparing, and that was just for me! I'm so happy for Sarah and Doug that everything went so beautifully and that the weekend was so fantastic. It's sort of sad that it's all over, but I feel like now I can get back to the business of living.
Jamaica is a fascinating place where they put hot dogs on pizza and Island Time means you might get a beach towel tomorrow. Maybe. But it's also a place where it's easy to fall in love or feel loved and where every night, when the sun hits the water and turns it from blue to gold, you know that God is good and you are blessed.
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Y'all.
Jenzie just posted this on Flickr and I can't stop looking at it.
That cow has a leg growing out of its back!
Mad cow, indeed.
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February 22, 2006
Kingdom Come
"Kingdom Come"
Coldplay, X&Y
one.. two.
steal my heart, and hold my tongue
i feel my time, my time has come
let me in, unlock the door
i never felt this way before
and the wheels just keep on turning
the drummer begins to drum
i don't know which way i'm going
i don't know which way i've come.
hold my head, inside your hands
i need someone who understands
i need someone, someone who hears
for you i've waited all these years
for you i'd wait, till kingdom come
until my day, my day is done
and say you'll come, and set me free
just you'll wait, you'll wait for me.
in your tears, and in your blood
in your fire, and in your flood
i hear you laugh, i heard you sing
i wouldn't change a single thing
and the wheels just keep on turning
the drummers begin to drum
i don't know which way I'm going
i don't know what i'll become
for you'd i'd wait, till kingdom come
until my days, my days are done
say you'll come, and set me free
just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me
just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me
just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.
Last December my dad had an angiogram and subsequent angioplasty where he had two stents put into his heart. The night he called to tell me he was going in for the procedure was one of the worst nights of my life; to be so many miles away, unsure of what was going to happen, of being faced with my father's mortality in a way I'd never fully considered. After we hung up, and he'd told me not to worry and that he'd be fine, I dug around in my little jewelry box for a small white gold band. I found it surrounded by James Avery dangle rings that I will never again wear and plenty of chandelier earrings. It was my mother's original wedding band - the ring that my father slid onto her finger nearly 40 years earlier. Judy gave me the ring when I was in college, and at the time I didn't think much of it. I wore it sometimes because that's when I was into wearing a lot of silver rings and it went with my style. Until that night, however, I hadn't worn it for years, because it's clearly a wedding band, and it seemed sad, to wear a symbol of something that had been dead and broken for a long time. But that night, when I slid it onto my right hand ring finger, it made me feel closer to my father and I told myself I would wear it until I knew that he was okay. It's been about 15 months since that night, and I haven't taken it off.
The other night, over dinner, someone asked me about it, and I told him why I first put it on, but then explained that over the past year, the ring has turned into a symbol for something else. On March 20, 1965, when my parents vowed for better or for worse - when they vowed to forsake all others and cling only to each other - they meant those words. They loved each other once; of that I have no doubt. So I wear this ring to honor those vows because they are my legacy, my lifeblood.
But more than that I wear it as a promise to myself - a promise to wait for someone who has been waiting for me all these years. A promise to wait for the kind of love that could outlast a gold band, a fight, hurt feelings, toothpaste in the sink. A love, a lover, who would wait for me, till his days are done, till kingdom come.
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February 21, 2006
Question of the Day
How is it possible to wear a bathing suit for four days and feel pretty good about yourself, and then come home and feel fat in pants and a sweater. Someone explain that.
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February 20, 2006
Drowning in Dogs
I am drowning in dogs. Right now I am sitting on Sarah and Doug's bed, watching Mtv, (it is such a treat to be able to watch television in bed!), and there are three dogs running amok around me. Montego has investigated Biscuit and Bella's crate and has put both of them in their place more than once. It is pretty funny to see a 90 pound dog bow in front of a 19 pound dog. But in this house, Montego is boss.
Every once in a while I'll hear Tego growl, letting Biscuit and/or Bella know to back off. Tonight will be the worst and then it will get better once they all get their energy out from being at the pet hotel for four days.
Yesterday, on our way to the airport from Negril, I was really regretting that we didn't stay an extra day. After all, the office is closed today so I wouldn't have had to use an extra vacation day, but now that I'm home I'm glad I had today to do laundry and get settled. After all, I had to unpack just to repack and come over here. Not that I'm complaining - when I'm at Doug & Sarah's it's almost like being on vacation. They always have food in their pantry and lots and lots of sodas. And not diet either. I live it up at the Coole's!
I've discovered the trick to get the dogs to stop bickering is to clap really loudly and lower my voice about two octaves. Sometimes, when I'm in situations like this, I'm afraid that I'll be a mom who yells a lot. I don't want to be that kind of mom, y'all, but Biscuit is like that one kid who spazs out and snorts pixie sticks.
(I have showered twice since I left the beach yesterday, but I STILL have a sunscreen/salt water film on my back. That new C0ppertone no-rub spray works really well, but it also leaves a residue on your skin that is tough to get off. Just a tip from me to you.)
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February 19, 2006
Bridesmaids
Sarah & Doug are married.
We're home.
I'm tired.
This morning I was snorkeling in the blue-green Caribbean sea and now I'm sitting in my 48 degree house. What a difference a day makes.
When can I go back?
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February 16, 2006
Early
Y'all. It is early. But my flight to Jamaica leaves at 8:30 a.m., so I'm up well before dawn. Probably shouldn't have had two beers at the Corner Tavern last night, or those fried artichokes, but I live on the edge like that.
I can't believe Sarah's wedding is already here - it seems like we've been talking about, planning it, thinking about it for 100 years instead of just one.
I'm so tired that I might be able to sleep on the plane - something I am never, ever able to usually do - maybe that was my master plan all along.
All right - see y'all when I'm back from the beach. I'm sure I'll have more photos than you can stand.
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February 14, 2006
Happy Hearts
Love works in miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and stretching the weak; making fools of the wise, and wise men of fools; favouring the passions, destroying reason, and in a word, turning everything topsy-turvy. - Marguerite De Valois
So today is actually turning out to be a pretty great day. I made it to work EARLY this morning, instead of my normal five minutes late. When I got here, I already had two cards sitting on my desk and within the span of about 15 minutes I was given: a pink cupcake, a chocolate-covered cherry, a chocolate heart and a Hershey's Kiss. As of 11:30 a.m. I have resisted eating all it. (Hello, Jamaica.)
When Sarah arrived we walked over to CNN Center to our favorite Starbucks and were wished a happy Valentine's Day by three random men during the short two block walk. Our favorite Starbucks kids were working and though they always act happy to see us, today was a little extra special. I got my latte with whip today, because I am crazy like that.
I also just found out that I'm getting a nice tax refund, despite upping my exemptions to 2. Finally, owning a home pays off! Of course, I will probably have to use that money to hire an exterminator to get rid of WHATEVER it is that is living in my crawl space or walls or wherever that makes Montego whine and cry and paw at the floor. I am just praying it's a squirrel (not a rat) and that he doesn't die there. (Awesome.)
So Happy Valentine's Day, friends. May you all know that you are Loved.
"Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us." 1 John 4:7-12
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February 13, 2006
I'll give you my heart
Yesterday a small group of us went over to Allison's to make Valentine's cookies. Remember when Valentine's Day was just about candy and cookies and passing out cards at school? I'm trying to recapture that. Who needs roses?
When I was growing up, my mom marked every holiday with presents and that is something I love about her! Whether it was Halloween or Easter or Valentine's, my brother and I could be sure that when we woke up and raced down to the breakfast room that there would be treats and treasures awaiting us on the table. When I was little it was usually a stuffed animal or a Barbie, along with chocolate and a card. As I got older the chocolate and card were still there, but they were normally accompanied by a CD or a sweater, or my brother's favorite, money.*
When I was in college I got care packages and she always included cards and little boxes of chocolates for my roommates too. She's a thoughtful woman, my mother. Can't say that enough.
So tomorrow is the 14th and I have a date with my hair stylist. She'll ask about my (scant) love life and she'll probably tell me some crazy story about her klepto roommate. I'm sure she'll reprimand me for going so long between visits. (My hair might be the longest it's every been.)
So I don't have someone who loves me and calls me his very own, but I do have cookies. What more does a girl need? (Don't answer that.)
*Someday when I am feeling good about myself and can take the cold hard truth, I will tell you the difference between my brother's money management style and my own. Let's just say that Guy still has $10 bills that our grandfather gave him a decade ago. Mine was probably spent in about 38 seconds on something like Garbage Pail Kids. Story of my life.
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February 11, 2006
No worries
No worries, no worries mon. It's a phrase you hear a lot in Jamaica. When I was there in 2003 and the Ritz-Carlton misplaced Deidra's bag for a few hours, that was the only response the bellmen had. (They did find it eventually, so see, we had no reason to worry.) But it's a hard adjustment, your first few hours there, as you get used to island time, island culture.
Island Time is tough for an American. We're so used to having everything move at the speed of technology - we get what we want when we want it. Pizzas, television shows, movies - they're all ready when we pick up the phone or go online or turn on our iPods.
But in Jamaica you have to wait. A lot. This will my third trip to the island, so I'm fairly used to Island Time by now. I usually take my watch off as soon as we land, because what's the point? You'll eat/go on that boat ride/get your drink eventually. No worries!
My bed is currently littered with about four bathing suits, numerous pairs of flip flops and one sweater - for the return flight. I keep thinking that I need to pack something else, but apart from my bridesmaid dress and a bikini, what do I need? It's not like I'll ever need to put on a pair of pants or anything. The only closed-toed shoes I'll have are my running sneakers and I'll probably just wear them on the plane. (I'm a smart packer.) Luckily, this leaves plenty of room in my suitcase for rum.
In exactly one week Sarah will be married and I'll probably have a slight sunburn. (SPF 15 is no match for the sun near the EQUATOR.) And then I'll come back to spend the next five days in Sarah's house with three dogs, a cat and my shaky sanity. But by then I'll have my own bottle of Appleton's and I can just smile, raise my glass and tell my own personal Montego, "No worries, mon."
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February 10, 2006
The Brand
My senior year of college The Brand recruited at Miami for their entry-level merchant (some retailers come them "buyers") position. At that time, the late '90s, the Brand only recruited at four schools: Duke, Virginia, Michigan, and of course, the "motherland" as one recruiter called it, Miami. (They moved on to Ivy League schools and small liberal arts colleges in California after that.)
They had an Open Night upstairs at First Run where interested seniors could come meet the recruiters, get information about the company and sign-up for interview times. They showed us a video - a black and white filled mostly with shirtless guys cavorting on a beach as Van Morrison's "Into the Mystic" played in the background. The next day they had several rounds of interviews on campus, and I was only one of two students who made it to the third round of interviews held the next month at the Home Office. I drove up to Columbus on a Thursday afternoon and met kids from the other schools and we stayed in the downtown Hyatt, overlooking the Capitol (and the building where I would ultimately work my first job out of college, for the Ohio House of Reps). The following day the gave us a tour around the city before bussing us over to the Home Office where we were interviewed by dozens of merchants and higher-ups. I was called back to the Home Office one more time after that, before I was eventually cut a week or two before graduation.
Because I was banking on this job - because I was certain down to my core that this is where I would work - I didn't send out a single résumé or set up a single other interview the entire second semester of my senior year. So by the time I was ready to graduate, I was jobless and clueless. I ended up moving to Columbus anyway, since my roommate Dana already had a job lined up there (which she went after since I was 99.9 percent sure I would be going to Columbus to work for the Brand). So I spent my summer going to the pool and hanging out with my brother and interviewing at all sorts of different places, before I finally found that job with the Ohio House. After I'd been there for about two months I got a phone call from one of the Brand recruiters I'd met at that Open Night in Oxford eight or nine months earlier. She said they had a open position that she thought I would be perfect for, and would I please consider coming in for an interview. The rest, as they say, is history. My first day at the Brand was the Monday after Christmas in 1998 and I worked there until four years ago this month.
It wasn't until about a year ago that I could actually set foot in one of their stores again. Every time I passed one, my heart would race and I would feel shaky and sad. The Brand's environment is difficult to explain, it was filled with secrets and mystery and until the end, when things got bad and I felt like my only option was to walk away, I was immensely proud to work there. They bill it as a Lifestyle and it becomes one - I was surrounded by my peers and I wore flip flops every day and played with clothes and words and read magazines and went on trips to places like Santa Monica, Key West and South by Southwest. My friend Sara went on photo shoots in New York and San Francisco and she got to adjust models' pants and had to remember to bring back 100 pairs of underwear. Once we moved to the new campus, there was a pool table in the graphic design building, where my table/desk was, and all the guys had tournaments and we had a magazine and book library where you could read up on surfing or skate boarding or tennis. Each morning Sara and I would go to the "barn," (where the cafeteria and gym that you could join for $2/week, were housed), to get a peanut butter smoothie or a coffee. It was magic a lot of the time, but we also worked hard and it wasn't until I felt betrayed that I finally had to just walk away from it. I don't know too many people who are still working there, the campus and employee count has grown considerably since I left, and I wonder if it still feels like a secret club, like family, now that there are so many members.
Leaving that job was like breaking up with a lover, and it took a long time for my heart to heal. Hindsight is a wonderful gift, however, because now I can look back on those years and see that they were detours on the road that led me here. And I'm grateful for all of it.
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February 09, 2006
Hannah's iPod
"Follow Through" by Gavin DeGraw
From the album Chariot
Oh, this is the start of something good,
Don't you agree?
I haven't felt like this in so many moons,
You know what I mean?
And we can build through this destruction,
As we are standing on our feet.
So, since you want to be with me,
You'll have to follow through,
With every word you say.
And I, all I really want is you,
You to stick around.
I'll see you everyday,
But you have to follow through.
You have to follow through.
These reeling emotions they just keep me alive,
They keep me in tune. Oh, look what I'm holding here in my fire,
This is for you.
Am I too obvious to preach it?
You're so hypnotic on my heart.
So, since you want to be with me,
You'll have to follow through,
With every word you say.
And I, all I really want is you,(for) you to stick around. I'll see you everyday,
But you have to follow through.
The words you say to me are unlike anything that's ever been said.
Ahh, and what you do to me is unlike anything that ever been.
Am I to obvious to preach it? You're so hypnotic on my heart,
So, since you want to be with me. You have to follow through, with every word you say. And I, all I really want is you, (for) you to stick around. I'll see you everyday.
So, since you want to be with me, you'll have to follow through with every word you say.
And I, all I really want is you, (for)you to stick around.
I'll see you everyday, but you have to follow through. You have to follow through. You're gonna have to follow.
Oh, this is the start of something good.
Don't you agree?
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February 08, 2006
Untouchable
My freshman year of college I was introduced to the artist Ani DiFranco - she is the perfect rebellious college girl music, full of angst and bitter love. My sophomore or junior year she released the album Dilate, which contains the song "Untouchable Face." It's funny that even now this song reminds me of Kim, but that's because it was the song we would quote to each other, full of outrage for the other when one of us got dumped or duped or just plain hurt.
"I could make you happy, if you weren't already."
When it pops up on my iPod shuffle, it whips me right back to being a 19-year-old girl - confused, searching, lonely a lot. "Dating" at Miami was a unique experience, and while I wouldn't change my choice of school or my time at college for anything, I sometimes wonder if those four years didn't change me, scar me, in some irreparable way.
My friend Catherine is married to a guy I went to school with, and she'll ask sometimes about date parties or going out, or if it was unusual that D didn't have a college "girlfriend," per se. And I give her the details or say that, no, it's not unusual. And yes, it was quite common for two people to just meet out at the bars and that be considering "dating." And yeah, we took a lot, a LOT, of crap that I wouldn't stand for now. But when you're in that bubble - isolated from the outside world, before cell phones, before the Internet, really, when you're 18 and the entire world feels like this campus and this town - you think that this is just the way it is. The way it always will be. You accept last minute invites to date parties, because maybe you're just in it for the t-shirt anyway, and you don't think much of it when someone knocks on your door at 2 a.m. and you dance this dangerous dance and a lot of the time you end up hurt, listening to Alanis or Ani, wishing you had the righteousness, the power to get what you deserve, what your heart really needs. You wish you had the power to curse his untouchable face.
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February 06, 2006
Four
Because it's almost 5 o'clock:
Four jobs I've had:
1. Grocery Store Cashier
2. Copywriter
3. Waitress
4. "Communications" - generic, but my current job takes a lot more explanation than I'm willing to give the Innernets
Four movies I can watch over and over:
1. Office Space
2. Center Stage
3. Legally Blonde
4. Napoleon Dynamite
Four places I've lived:
1. Spring, Texas
2. Oxford, Ohio
3. Columbus, Ohio
4. Atlanta, Georgia
Four TV Shows I Love*:
1. Scrubs
2. Arrested Development
3. The Office
4. Grey's Anatomy
*This list could be a lot longer, it's sad. These are the four I don't delete off TiVo till I've watched them at least twice
Four places I've vacationed*:
1. Siesta Key, Florida
2. Montego Bay, Jamaica
3. Orlando, Florida
4. Las Vegas, Nevada
* To me "vacation" means somewhere I go to relax, have fun and/or hang out. It also doesn't allow for work trips, even if the "work" portion is minimal. "Traveling" is when you go there with a purpose - to see art, architecture, visit a friend etc. (Or to just be able to say, "Oh, well, when I was in Spain . . .") I have crazy rules about things.
Four of my favorite dishes:
1. Pizza in any shape, size, form or topping
2. Chicken salad on bread, crackers, philo dough or a fork
3. Grilled tilapia
4. Enchiladas
Four sites I visit daily:
1. flickr.com
2. mathplusone.com
3. atlbloggers.net
4. yahoo.com
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. On any beach in any country
2. At home with Montego, cuddled up
3. Shopping in New York City with a million dollars
4. Camping with my dog, a man and a fire
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Dawgs
We leave for Sarah & Doug's wedding in Jamacia on Feb. 16. I get back the following Monday, but since they're staying an extra week for their honeymoon, I am going to come back and stay in their house with their dogs Biscuit and Bella. Correction, both Montego and I are going to stay in their house with their two gigantic, crazy dogs.
Bella probably outweighs Tego by at least 80 pounds, but you would never know it. Montego rules that roost (she rules every roost) and it is hilarious to see two huge dogs defer to my little Poodle mix. But they do. They try to engage her in play and games of chase, but Tego is usually too busy chasing the cat or keeping everyone else off the couch.
I'll be sure to document it all, if I survive.
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February 04, 2006
Two Truths
Two truths about being (almost) 30.
1. You will no longer be able to go braless, even if the top really demands it. Neither you, nor any part of you, is still 24.
2. When you wake up in the morning with sheet creases on your face, there is a really good chance they'll still be there at lunchtime. And the "crease" between your eyes is just a preview, my friend. Just a preview.
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