Thursday, June 30, 2005
Ok, I admit it. Sometimes, much more often than I used to, I start reading a book and quit halfway through to start a different, more interesting-looking book. Such is the case with Five Smooth Stones...again. What is it about this book? It just didn't hold my attention. Just last weekend, I finally gave up completely and moved it from my nightstand back to it's place on the bookshelves. Then I hear from Robert. Robert posted that it was a wonderful book and that I simply had to give it another chance...as if he knew I had just admitted defeat! As soon as I finish laughing my way through the Stephanie Plum series I PROMISE to read Five Smooth Stones all the way through, do not pass Go, do not collect $200. You heard it here first.
On another note, I spent the evening the other day at the in-laws' house. Kevin had to work, but his sister was driving through town and I wanted to see her. Of all of Kevin's family, I've always felt perfectly at ease with Colleen. She was traveling with her friend, Bob. I like Bob. I think they should get married, but she assures me that's not in the cards. Huh. Bob recently had a book published. Buy it. Read it. It's really good. Here's the thing. Bob didn't remember meeting me once before about five years ago. That's fine. It was a long time ago. He did, however, remember Top. I'm a little worried that my dog's sparkling personality leaves a more lasting impression than my own.
Oh, and I just lied to you a minute ago. I still promise to read Five Smooth Stones, but I'm sure before I do the new Harry Potter book will arrive. Harry Potter always comes first. Always.
On another note, I spent the evening the other day at the in-laws' house. Kevin had to work, but his sister was driving through town and I wanted to see her. Of all of Kevin's family, I've always felt perfectly at ease with Colleen. She was traveling with her friend, Bob. I like Bob. I think they should get married, but she assures me that's not in the cards. Huh. Bob recently had a book published. Buy it. Read it. It's really good. Here's the thing. Bob didn't remember meeting me once before about five years ago. That's fine. It was a long time ago. He did, however, remember Top. I'm a little worried that my dog's sparkling personality leaves a more lasting impression than my own.
Oh, and I just lied to you a minute ago. I still promise to read Five Smooth Stones, but I'm sure before I do the new Harry Potter book will arrive. Harry Potter always comes first. Always.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Me So Pretty
I really enjoy the different cultures that we have the opportunity to observe in this country. I like being in neighborhoods or going into grocery stores where it seems to be a true melting pot. I even enjoy experiencing what it feels like to be a minority. It's fun. It's interesting. Yesterday as I was filling up my car with gas in a neighborhood I frequent for work, a group of young men yelled out, "Hey, White Candy!" This same group of men had been showering me with compliments for the few minutes it took me to fill up the gas tank. I had smiled and nodded in acknowledgement, but remained aloof. As I was called White Candy on my walk in to pay for the gas and buy a snack, I couldn't stifle the giggle. That sort of thing just doesn't happen in my neighborhood. They weren't offensive, crude, or in the least bit threatening. They were just telling me that they thought I was pretty. It was nice.
I really enjoy the different cultures that we have the opportunity to observe in this country. I like being in neighborhoods or going into grocery stores where it seems to be a true melting pot. I even enjoy experiencing what it feels like to be a minority. It's fun. It's interesting. Yesterday as I was filling up my car with gas in a neighborhood I frequent for work, a group of young men yelled out, "Hey, White Candy!" This same group of men had been showering me with compliments for the few minutes it took me to fill up the gas tank. I had smiled and nodded in acknowledgement, but remained aloof. As I was called White Candy on my walk in to pay for the gas and buy a snack, I couldn't stifle the giggle. That sort of thing just doesn't happen in my neighborhood. They weren't offensive, crude, or in the least bit threatening. They were just telling me that they thought I was pretty. It was nice.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Lapse
It seems I've turned into one of those people who dare to call themselves a blogger but only blog once in a great while. I guess I've been busy, though doing what I'm not sure. Now that Kevin is home during the day, he drives me crazy. Too much togetherness makes me antsy and I can't blog. Maybe I don't have anything to say. Maybe it's just summer laziness.
I went to Springfield this weekend to visit my family. Kevin didn't go. The only good thing thing about going out of town without Kevin is that I can watch TV when I go to sleep, leave it on all night, and not hear any complaints. And guess what I watched? One of my all time favorite shows...The Dukes of Hazzard...Yeah! For the first few moments I couldn't remember why I loved the show so much. Mere seconds, really, and I was sitting up in bed grinning and giggling at those good ol' boys. And c'mon. John Schneider was hot then and he's hotter now. Or maybe he was hotter then. I don't know, but he's yummy.
I had just pulled in my parents' driveway when my phone rang with an unfamiliar Springfield number. It was an old friend, Cristen. We have kept in touch as best we can, but haven't had the chance to see each other in, well, years. It happened that she was in town for the weekend, too. We went out to the Mud Lounge, which is a smoke free coffee house/bar. I wanted to be cool like Van so I had two Mojitos. Thing is, we accidentally left without paying. Cristen and I did a lot of trading money back and forth amongst ourselves to work out the bill and tip without the server having to bring change. We were talking so much that we both pocketed the money and left without leaving it. I'm a hardened criminal!
My sister gave me baby stuff. To Kevin's credit, he didn't freak out. I did, a little. One of the things she gave me is a little contraption called a Moses bed. It had all these things with it like little sheets and covers and a little thing for the baby's head. I decided to put it together just to see how cute it would look. Problem. There was too much stuff and I couldn't figure out how any of it fit together. Argh! I quickly bagged it all up and put it in the basement. Out of sight, out of mind. Maybe when I'm pregnant it will magically give me the knowledge to make a baby bed, among other mothering secrets. It's that easy, right?
It seems I've turned into one of those people who dare to call themselves a blogger but only blog once in a great while. I guess I've been busy, though doing what I'm not sure. Now that Kevin is home during the day, he drives me crazy. Too much togetherness makes me antsy and I can't blog. Maybe I don't have anything to say. Maybe it's just summer laziness.
I went to Springfield this weekend to visit my family. Kevin didn't go. The only good thing thing about going out of town without Kevin is that I can watch TV when I go to sleep, leave it on all night, and not hear any complaints. And guess what I watched? One of my all time favorite shows...The Dukes of Hazzard...Yeah! For the first few moments I couldn't remember why I loved the show so much. Mere seconds, really, and I was sitting up in bed grinning and giggling at those good ol' boys. And c'mon. John Schneider was hot then and he's hotter now. Or maybe he was hotter then. I don't know, but he's yummy.
I had just pulled in my parents' driveway when my phone rang with an unfamiliar Springfield number. It was an old friend, Cristen. We have kept in touch as best we can, but haven't had the chance to see each other in, well, years. It happened that she was in town for the weekend, too. We went out to the Mud Lounge, which is a smoke free coffee house/bar. I wanted to be cool like Van so I had two Mojitos. Thing is, we accidentally left without paying. Cristen and I did a lot of trading money back and forth amongst ourselves to work out the bill and tip without the server having to bring change. We were talking so much that we both pocketed the money and left without leaving it. I'm a hardened criminal!
My sister gave me baby stuff. To Kevin's credit, he didn't freak out. I did, a little. One of the things she gave me is a little contraption called a Moses bed. It had all these things with it like little sheets and covers and a little thing for the baby's head. I decided to put it together just to see how cute it would look. Problem. There was too much stuff and I couldn't figure out how any of it fit together. Argh! I quickly bagged it all up and put it in the basement. Out of sight, out of mind. Maybe when I'm pregnant it will magically give me the knowledge to make a baby bed, among other mothering secrets. It's that easy, right?
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
I'm Melting....Meeeeeellllting
Really. I am. Our air conditioner went kaput. We have spent the last two days on the phone getting quotes and trying to figure out how we can afford this catastrophe. Also, it seems imperative that it is installed by Friday, as we are having company. Not just any company, but my sister, her husband, and the three munchkins. I didn't want them to melt, too. One place can put it in right away, but is too expensive. The next has 12 months same as cash, which is perfect, the price is middle of the road, but they can't put it in until next week. Plus, that guy was a major butt-head. Finally, Kev called a fellow firefighter who does such things and he can do it for $1000 less (Yeah!), can do it on Friday (Double Yeah! Yeah!), but only takes cash or check. Umm, No. We don't have that sort of dough laying around. So here it is. We're hot. We're grumpy. We hate our jobs. Oh, wait, that's just me. We're hot, we're grumpy. We are nearly depleting our savings account for a new air conditioner. We're hot, grumpy, poor, and hot. Did I say hot twice? What's the cure for hot and grumpy? Beer. Too poor to buy beer. As I type, Kevin is raiding his unsuspecting parents' fridge for beer. They'll never know what hit them. Ok, so they'll know what hit them, but they won't mind.
But guess what? I'm only one week away from my 5K goal. I'm hip! I'm fit! I can run 5K!
Really. I am. Our air conditioner went kaput. We have spent the last two days on the phone getting quotes and trying to figure out how we can afford this catastrophe. Also, it seems imperative that it is installed by Friday, as we are having company. Not just any company, but my sister, her husband, and the three munchkins. I didn't want them to melt, too. One place can put it in right away, but is too expensive. The next has 12 months same as cash, which is perfect, the price is middle of the road, but they can't put it in until next week. Plus, that guy was a major butt-head. Finally, Kev called a fellow firefighter who does such things and he can do it for $1000 less (Yeah!), can do it on Friday (Double Yeah! Yeah!), but only takes cash or check. Umm, No. We don't have that sort of dough laying around. So here it is. We're hot. We're grumpy. We hate our jobs. Oh, wait, that's just me. We're hot, we're grumpy. We are nearly depleting our savings account for a new air conditioner. We're hot, grumpy, poor, and hot. Did I say hot twice? What's the cure for hot and grumpy? Beer. Too poor to buy beer. As I type, Kevin is raiding his unsuspecting parents' fridge for beer. They'll never know what hit them. Ok, so they'll know what hit them, but they won't mind.
But guess what? I'm only one week away from my 5K goal. I'm hip! I'm fit! I can run 5K!
