no really, it's November 1.

Hello again. I know its been awhile since the last post (once again) and, as an effort to be better about blogging more often I signed up for NaBloPoMo. Now, naturally, I signed up a day late, but I figure I'm only one day behind, so might as well.

The plan is a post once a day for the duration of November... I've had a few friends take this on over the years and am joining them for the games this year! I always think of things that I want to blog about, and so rarely take the time to sit down and do it. So... here goes...

grrrr......

So you know how "they" always say that the folks who are "dorky" in high school will often grow up to be well, not so much dorky as they are stunning/sexy/fabulous/handsome/beautiful (insert your own adjective here) later in life?

Yea. I got a facebook friend request from one such person the other day. This man was usually sweet, very good-natured and slightly on the side of society's description of "dorky" during those formative years at HHS. However, 10 years later, he is oh so attractive (and seemingly not anywhere close to dorky).

Ten years = great to him. Ten years to me = not so much. Yea... thanks for that reminder Facebook.

letters never sent...

Dear Former Roommate,

I was thinking of you today, on many days really. You know those yankee candles you always used to light in the apartment - in the clean cotton variety? I always loved that smell... I loved that smell so much that I recently purchased a Glade spray of the same fragrance to freshen the air in my current abode.

Every time I spray it, I think of you. =)

Sadly, I keep it in the bathroom, and... really only spray it after I've... well... you know... "dropped the kids off at the pool."

Which means, I usually think of you when I... well... you know...

Maybe I should rethink sending this "hey I thought of you today" e-mail? It's not actually as nice as I would have hoped.

I wonder if Hallmark will hire me as a card writer someday?

curious?

Are mattresses ever NOT on sale?

Seriously.

a little cheese to go with the wine.

So, "Mr. T" brought me a rose to my office on Monday. I was pleasantly surprised by this gesture and, I must say, quite touched. The next day I ran into him on the staircase and as I saw him the conversation was this...

k: I've got the most beautiful rose on my desk today
mr. t: (as he leans in for a great hug) and I've got the most beautiful rose in my arms right now.

cheesy? yes. nice to hear? you betcha.

seriously? seriously.

I've been going to the same Gold's Gym since I moved to S-town two and a half years ago. The quality, cleanliness and customer service has declined over the years, but I kept hoping that one of the (frequent) new managers would get that place in shape [pun definitely intended].

The latest in the myriad of issues with this place... the Gold's sells itself to new members and advertises that it is open for 24 hours a day. Tonight I met two friends a the gym for an evening workout at 7:15 p.m. which is not my normal gym time on the weekends. At 8:00 p.m. we were informed that they were closing for the evening and that they normally close at 8:00 on Sundays and midnight every other day. What? And no...this is not a recent thing in light of the recession. They've always closed at these hours. Anybody else see disconnect here? I'm thinking they need some sign changes...

clearly, I was spent...

Last night, some friends talked me into hanging out - STARTING at 10:30 p.m. [I've recently been going to bed about 10 p.m.] When I got home (at 11:45 p.m.), I brushed my teeth, climbed into bed and then sent S the "I'm home text" that was requested.

I apparently fell asleep before

1) closing my flip phone (as it was open, lying next to my pillow with S's number still on it when I woke)
2) turning the ringer back on
3) setting any of my alarms

Guess it's good I live by a high school and woke up to the kiddos getting to class this morning.

Ugh. I need a nap.

wow.

I must say, this is blog worthy in my book. Yet another example of why we shouldn't judge a book by its cover....

Susan Boyle

lack of blogging?

To my few and faithful readers. I must apologize for the lack of blogging lately. It's not totally shocking to you I know. I have been devoting my blogging efforts and time to managing a blog for a committee I've been working on for the past year. Let me explain a bit...

One of the professional organizations I belong to hosts a job interview fair (of sorts) alongside its national convention. This past weekend at the event we conducted well over 5000 interviews with more than 450 university employers and more than 750 candidates. Eeegads.

Additionally, we are profiling the higher ed job search process of four of these candidates. Each week they post about their process including frustrations, funny stories, mistakes, successes etc. My role in this? To edit each of these posts and to make sure the bloggers stay anonymous. I must say it's been a lot of fun to get to know them (in person this past weekend) and share in their trials and joys. Would love for you to read that blog as well as they are witty and intelligent storytellers. For those of you who might not really understand what I do for a living, this might even help a bit. =)

http://placementexchange.blogspot.com/

Lucky?

I'm getting something from Megan and you can get something from me!

The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2- What I create will be just for you.
3- It’ll be done this year.
4- You have no clue what it’s going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry or an article on properly cleaning your face before a masque. I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that’s for sure!
5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it! If you don't have a blog.... uh, we can work something out. We can post pictures here or something. Or, you could start a blog! Blogs rule (the world!) Bloggers of the world unite!

Also, if you’re already getting something from somebody else’s blog, please give someone else a turn! Thanks!

well now, wasn't that lovely?

My car was in a hit and run crash today. =(

No note. No apology. No number. Sad.

The good news is that I wasn't in it and I wasn't hurt. Right?

But seriously....that's $300 (in a deductible) I sure didn't need [or want] to spend.

Police report is filed, now onto the estimate. eeek.

glittery christmas cards.

You know those Christmas cards that people send that are super sparkly and glittery? Yea... while they are pretty, I am convinced that they should come with a warning on the envelope.

"CAUTION: open this over a sink or trash can. Copious amounts of glitter enclosed. Failure to do so will result in a big mess that you will then have to clean up."

Or perhaps it should say, "BONUS: This is also a rave party pack: open and dump all over your body right before leaving for the club."

cheap entertainment.

I've been at home this past week celebrating Christmas with the family and catching up with some old friends. It's been wonderful and I'm so glad that my job allows for this much time off at the holidays. I have spent a number of hours with a good friend of mine from high school, Laura, and her family.

Laura's daughter, Claire, has to be one of the sweetest and most adorable kids I know. She is 22 months old, very well behaved and super friendly! I only see her once or twice a year and she acts like she knows me right away when I visit and always has hugs and kisses to give. Really, is there anything better than that?

As many of you know, I tend to get a kick out of kids and the random things they say...Claire has been no exception to this lately. The other day we were sitting in the kitchen and Claire was asking if she could watch a bit of a movie while dinner was cooking. [authors note: I am not around kids of this age on a regular basis and sometimes it takes me a bit to translate what they actually say.] I asked Claire which movie was her favorite and she looked up at me with her big eyes and long lashes and said "f*%k." I smiled to myself and said, "what?" Claire responded "f*%k." I looked to my friend Laura for assistance and asked, "what did she say?" Laura looks at me (with this look on her face as though she couldn't believe I hadn't understood Claire) and said, "Shrek."

I cracked up and said "dang, sure sounded like she was dropping the 'f-bomb' there." Claire continued asking for "f*%k" and for "donkey and f*%k" and I tried SO hard not to laugh. Well, when Laura finally realized (and admitted) how much it really did sound like what I was hearing, I was not successful in holding it back and I was laughing so hard I thought I might wet myself! Claire just looked at mommy like she was ready to ask her "who is this crazy lady?"

I wish I could say that I didn't encourage more conversations about that giant green ogre with Claire during our time together, but I can't. =) Laura has since thanked me (rather sarcastically) for ruining the way she hears her daughter saying "Shrek" and, as a language educator, has committed herself to working more on the "shhh" sound with Claire.

To top it off, I made sure that Claire had a nice new (and noisy) toy before I left town. She is now the proud owner of a pint-sized recorder and, I might add, seems to love it. WHAAAT? It's great for motor skills and hand eye coordination. Ha. Let's be real, I am in so much trouble when I have kids... the paybacks from my friends will be severe.

* I did get to go with Laura and Claire for Claire's first haircut at a salon - so fun! I'll post a picture soon so you can see this little cutie!

snow excited...

Well, the weather outside is frightful, and the fire I'm attempting to build in my fireplace could be delightful - if I don't smoke out the house. Today, I am saying, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

It is a rarity that we get snow here in the Valley - there's always plenty of it on the mountains, but I've only seen it here about three times down here and even then, it's not much. Needless to say, as much as I complain about cold weather, there is something about seeing snow for the first time a season that makes me SO happy. I love it when it snows like this - big flakes that stick AND I don't have to go anywhere today.

Alright.. I'm off to enjoy the beauty!

Shhh... don't tell my friends in Minnesota how excited I am about the snow... they'll think that I'm going to reconsider my stance on winter and move there.

travel photos revisited

Here are a few pictures from the travel experiences. Hope you enjoy the video - thanks for introducing me to animoto Megan!

the wish bone. part 2.

Well, clearly I am not informed about the best way to prep the wish bone for maximum breakage and cracking! Thank you for helping me out with this one. =)

I will say, it has disappeared. I still don't know what happened to it...hopefully someones' wishes are coming true!

the wish bone.

Salem mom and dad (i.e. the housemates) had Thanksgiving dinner in WA and I had it at a friends' house which, resulted in no turkey leftovers here. Lorie, (i.e. Salem mom) decided to make a turkey on Sunday so we'd have dinner and sandwiches for the week + some. Yum.

Well, I was standing in the kitchen chatting with her as she was cutting the meat off of the bird (yuk - I can't stand that), but she'd just fed me turkey and was wanting to chat... so...there I stood. She got to the wish bone and I commented on how much we used to love that as kids and used to argue over who got to break it! She laughed at continued on...

Eventually I headed up (before she was finished) and when I came back down in the morning, the wish bone was sitting on the window ledge above the sink. I didn't really know why, and kind of chuckled thinking that she saved it for us to break later. However, she's not said anything about it all week and it's now WEDNESDAY and the turkey bone is still sitting there. I'm tempted to ask, but don't want to end up commenting on the grossness of it. Ew. Turkey carcass is not what I really want to look at while preparing breakfast, lunch or dinner for that matter.

"black friday."

So, I feel like I have been absolutely inundated with ads, commercials etc. during the past few days offering information about the annual "black friday" shopping. On a normal day I have an expiration date of about 30 minutes in stores and often choose to go late at night to avoid other shoppers and lines. I can not imagine choosing to get up somewhere between 2am and 7am on my day off to go stand in line and fight crowds. Ugh. I don't think there's anything I want or need enough to get me to do it.

Good luck to those hitting the aisles, I'll be thinking of you while I'm enjoying the peace and quiet of my living room, the morning news and a cup of tea.

giving thanks.

I am so grateful and so blessed, it's always nice to take the opportunity to remember it. To my friends and family, thank you so much for being in my life!

amen.

November 4, 2008; United States of America

we can. we did. we will.