"Potpourri" for $200, Alex
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This has been such a busy week. Work was a 4-letter word. I had an evening meeting that ran long last night which made me miss watching my hour of Earl/Office on NBC. I need my hour of comedy before the 2 hours of medical drama with Grey’s Anatomy and ER. Grey’s was a bit of a shocker - they made my George cry! Oh yeah, and Meredith’s not doing so well either. Dreaming of Kyle Chandler is usually a good thing - but not when he’s dead bomb guy. Next week on Grey’s - a deathbed epiphany.
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A few days ago my friend Kim asked if I wanted an extra ticket to see Rascal Flatts this weekend. Rascal Who? I’m kidding, I know they’re opera singers. I’m kidding again, btw. My friend organized a group going to their concert Saturday night and one person can’t go now. She wanted to know if I was interested in buying the extra ticket and splitting the costs for a room at the Radisson. I’m not really a fan of their music but that factor usually doesn’t stop me from trying new things. Except in this case. Reasons for not going: 1) if I’m paying $70 for a ticket, if had better be to see someone I really like; 2) this is my only free weekend for quite a while and I didn’t want to give it up; and 3) Paula’s going. Let me ‘plain. If I had to describe Paula it would be loud, obnoxious, and trashy - and that’s before she starts drinking. Wait a minute, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her when she hasn’t been drinking. I fear she’s an alcoholic. She’s sad in that Anna Nicole Smith way where she’s so starved for attention, she will say or do anything to ensure it. Causing scenes is her specialty. My friend works with her so, having that mutual acquaintance, our paths cross occasionally. She is a bit entertaining in small doses, but to intentionally spend time her? No thanks. Just the idea of spending the 2-1/2 hours to Lexington in the same vehicle with her makes my eye twitch. Also, someone’s going to have to bunk with her and being the latecomer is sort of like drawing the short straw. You could only hope it would be one of those nights when she passes out before she gets arrested. Of course then, I’d have the bed all to myself. I’m so mean. I hate to be this way and I do feel compassion for her, but she’s a train wreck waiting to happen and it’s a sad thing to watch. So, no Rascal whoever and incoherent Paula for me this weekend. I think it’s a good call.
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Anyway, next weekend is a trip to Lexington to see a play and it’s always a good time with that group of friends. They sometimes misbehave in public too, but in a more dignified manner. :) Today my friend told me her daughter’s boyfriend, who is also in the play, has a nude scene. That promptly brought to mind today’s debut of Dan’s assets. :o God? It’s me again. My prayer was to see nudity onstage in the UK, not at UK. You see, this is why grammar is so important. I’ve been done in by a preposition and getting Conrad instead of Radcliffe. Never let it be said the Man Upstairs doesn’t have a sense of humor.
I'm glad the reviews I've read so far are favorable for Dan and Equus. I really want him to do well.
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Today was the one year anniversary of the death of my friend’s daughter. I looked back to the posts I made on the days following that tragedy and would like to once again, say thanks to my flist for their supportive words during that trying time. My friend is still learning to cope with the loss of her daughter but overall is doing remarkably well considering the situation. Last February when I helped her deal with the floral arrangements after the funeral, we ended up with two large bags of bows and ribbons. I took them and asked another friend of mine to use the ribbons to make some ornaments for Cathy to keep. My friend does an amazing job of taking ribbons from occasions/events and turning them into beautiful keepsake ornaments. Here's a picture of the ones she made. Cathy loved the ornaments and used them to decorate a Christmas tree in Mica’s memory. Then during the holidays, she had close family/friends choose one from the tree to keep. On Christmas Eve, I received a special ornament from her which I’ll treasure forever. It’s a beautiful reminder of a beautiful girl. I’ve been missing her a lot today.
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I recently went through my Christmas pictures and saw some strange ones that made me laugh. I’ll try to recap and set the scene. We had gathered at my sister’s house on Christmas Eve to open some presents around the tree. My brother-in-law had a good laugh at receiving our family’s perpetually regifted gag gift. One aunt had sent some stuffed animals for my niece and nephew. The snowman and reindeer played music if you were so inclined to follow the directions to Press Here on a certain part of the anatomy. :o When my sister had bought me my favorites from B&BW, she also took advantage of the promotional offer for the Aspen Holiday Getaway Bag. A nice little weekender bag except what are those …dangling balls? They were very … disconcerting.
All of the above culminated in the following exchange on Christmas Eve.
B-I-L: (to everyone amidst the wrapping paper carnage): I can’t find my bird!
Mom: (squeezing the Snowman): How do you make it play music?
Niece: You have to squeeze its privates.
Nephew: (hits the play button on his DVD player at the part in The Year Without A Santa Clause which says, “Snowballs!”) *snickers*
Me: Why does my bag have furry dangly balls?
My son: Why is my grandmother groping a snowman?
Nephew: Mom! Everyone’s talking about privates in public!
My father and sister, as always, were the two reserved pillars left supporting what little decorum can be salvaged when the rest of the family is rolling on the floor laughing. Ah, good times.
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I survived last weekend's training sessions. Last Saturday I sat huddled in my coat trying to get warm in a building which obviously had the heat off overnight. It never did get warm and everyone was shivering and complaining. I had taken cold medicine and brought my Kleenex and hand sanitizer. I’ve taken the same workshop before so I already had comprehensive notes and didn’t have to take them again. Somehow I made it through Saturday as well as the half day session on Sunday.
I was asked these questions often during the course of that Saturday.
Do you have a child in the program?
No, I have one son but he’s already in college.
Does/Did he have dyslexia?
Um, no.
Are you a teacher?
No, a secretary.
Why are you here/volunteering?
(Early in the day, these were variations of my answers):
I enjoy reading and would like to help others learn to read.
I’m involved in several reading programs for kids and this one sparked my interest.
My friend is starting the program in our county and I offered my assistance.
At some point the cold medicine wore off and a surreal moment of clarity struck with the perfect answer for this question asked by these strangers.
I didn’t have anything better to do!
I always did identify most with the basket case. ;-)
Also, like the message in the Breakfast Club, I found a little reaffirmation that people’s differences can be bridged with acceptance, patience, and understanding. The downside: I’m in a difficult situation of my own making and I hope I don’t regret it. More on that later in a post all by its lonesome. :/
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A friend and I are seriously contemplating taking a cruise in April. That would be 3 years since the last one. Keeping a LJ is ever so helpful for remembering dates and such.:) Key West and the Bahamas sound so good right now. We’re also planning to spend a little time in Savannah. :)
I have a much needed hair cut scheduled for tomorrow. I’ve had to postpone 3 different appointments over the last two weeks because of snow. Of course now, there’s a snow advisory for tomorrow. My hair is usually medium length but it’s longer now than it’s been in quite a while. It looks okay but medium is much more manageable. I really need to upload that Medusa icon I made. Oooh, I also need to get to the library tomorrow; they’re holding Fool Moon for me. I need me some more Dresden, please. :)
*takes a breath* If you have just awakened and you’re staring at this screen, I am sooooo sorry I’ve rambled. If you’re still semi-alert and patiently waiting for this to end, your fortitude is to be commended. If you’re despondent that this post is ending soon, I’m backing away slowly … so I can take a running go in order to *tackleglomp* you! :D
Thanks to likebunnies, annearchy, and abigail89 for the lovely Valentines! :)
Much love to the flist, and have a great weekend!
This has been such a busy week. Work was a 4-letter word. I had an evening meeting that ran long last night which made me miss watching my hour of Earl/Office on NBC. I need my hour of comedy before the 2 hours of medical drama with Grey’s Anatomy and ER. Grey’s was a bit of a shocker - they made my George cry! Oh yeah, and Meredith’s not doing so well either. Dreaming of Kyle Chandler is usually a good thing - but not when he’s dead bomb guy. Next week on Grey’s - a deathbed epiphany.
~*~
A few days ago my friend Kim asked if I wanted an extra ticket to see Rascal Flatts this weekend. Rascal Who? I’m kidding, I know they’re opera singers. I’m kidding again, btw. My friend organized a group going to their concert Saturday night and one person can’t go now. She wanted to know if I was interested in buying the extra ticket and splitting the costs for a room at the Radisson. I’m not really a fan of their music but that factor usually doesn’t stop me from trying new things. Except in this case. Reasons for not going: 1) if I’m paying $70 for a ticket, if had better be to see someone I really like; 2) this is my only free weekend for quite a while and I didn’t want to give it up; and 3) Paula’s going. Let me ‘plain. If I had to describe Paula it would be loud, obnoxious, and trashy - and that’s before she starts drinking. Wait a minute, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her when she hasn’t been drinking. I fear she’s an alcoholic. She’s sad in that Anna Nicole Smith way where she’s so starved for attention, she will say or do anything to ensure it. Causing scenes is her specialty. My friend works with her so, having that mutual acquaintance, our paths cross occasionally. She is a bit entertaining in small doses, but to intentionally spend time her? No thanks. Just the idea of spending the 2-1/2 hours to Lexington in the same vehicle with her makes my eye twitch. Also, someone’s going to have to bunk with her and being the latecomer is sort of like drawing the short straw. You could only hope it would be one of those nights when she passes out before she gets arrested. Of course then, I’d have the bed all to myself. I’m so mean. I hate to be this way and I do feel compassion for her, but she’s a train wreck waiting to happen and it’s a sad thing to watch. So, no Rascal whoever and incoherent Paula for me this weekend. I think it’s a good call.
~*~
Anyway, next weekend is a trip to Lexington to see a play and it’s always a good time with that group of friends. They sometimes misbehave in public too, but in a more dignified manner. :) Today my friend told me her daughter’s boyfriend, who is also in the play, has a nude scene. That promptly brought to mind today’s debut of Dan’s assets. :o God? It’s me again. My prayer was to see nudity onstage in the UK, not at UK. You see, this is why grammar is so important. I’ve been done in by a preposition and getting Conrad instead of Radcliffe. Never let it be said the Man Upstairs doesn’t have a sense of humor.
I'm glad the reviews I've read so far are favorable for Dan and Equus. I really want him to do well.
~*~
Today was the one year anniversary of the death of my friend’s daughter. I looked back to the posts I made on the days following that tragedy and would like to once again, say thanks to my flist for their supportive words during that trying time. My friend is still learning to cope with the loss of her daughter but overall is doing remarkably well considering the situation. Last February when I helped her deal with the floral arrangements after the funeral, we ended up with two large bags of bows and ribbons. I took them and asked another friend of mine to use the ribbons to make some ornaments for Cathy to keep. My friend does an amazing job of taking ribbons from occasions/events and turning them into beautiful keepsake ornaments. Here's a picture of the ones she made. Cathy loved the ornaments and used them to decorate a Christmas tree in Mica’s memory. Then during the holidays, she had close family/friends choose one from the tree to keep. On Christmas Eve, I received a special ornament from her which I’ll treasure forever. It’s a beautiful reminder of a beautiful girl. I’ve been missing her a lot today.
~*~
I recently went through my Christmas pictures and saw some strange ones that made me laugh. I’ll try to recap and set the scene. We had gathered at my sister’s house on Christmas Eve to open some presents around the tree. My brother-in-law had a good laugh at receiving our family’s perpetually regifted gag gift. One aunt had sent some stuffed animals for my niece and nephew. The snowman and reindeer played music if you were so inclined to follow the directions to Press Here on a certain part of the anatomy. :o When my sister had bought me my favorites from B&BW, she also took advantage of the promotional offer for the Aspen Holiday Getaway Bag. A nice little weekender bag except what are those …dangling balls? They were very … disconcerting.
All of the above culminated in the following exchange on Christmas Eve.
B-I-L: (to everyone amidst the wrapping paper carnage): I can’t find my bird!
Mom: (squeezing the Snowman): How do you make it play music?
Niece: You have to squeeze its privates.
Nephew: (hits the play button on his DVD player at the part in The Year Without A Santa Clause which says, “Snowballs!”) *snickers*
Me: Why does my bag have furry dangly balls?
My son: Why is my grandmother groping a snowman?
Nephew: Mom! Everyone’s talking about privates in public!
My father and sister, as always, were the two reserved pillars left supporting what little decorum can be salvaged when the rest of the family is rolling on the floor laughing. Ah, good times.
~*~
I survived last weekend's training sessions. Last Saturday I sat huddled in my coat trying to get warm in a building which obviously had the heat off overnight. It never did get warm and everyone was shivering and complaining. I had taken cold medicine and brought my Kleenex and hand sanitizer. I’ve taken the same workshop before so I already had comprehensive notes and didn’t have to take them again. Somehow I made it through Saturday as well as the half day session on Sunday.
I was asked these questions often during the course of that Saturday.
Do you have a child in the program?
No, I have one son but he’s already in college.
Does/Did he have dyslexia?
Um, no.
Are you a teacher?
No, a secretary.
Why are you here/volunteering?
(Early in the day, these were variations of my answers):
I enjoy reading and would like to help others learn to read.
I’m involved in several reading programs for kids and this one sparked my interest.
My friend is starting the program in our county and I offered my assistance.
At some point the cold medicine wore off and a surreal moment of clarity struck with the perfect answer for this question asked by these strangers.
I didn’t have anything better to do!
I always did identify most with the basket case. ;-)
Also, like the message in the Breakfast Club, I found a little reaffirmation that people’s differences can be bridged with acceptance, patience, and understanding. The downside: I’m in a difficult situation of my own making and I hope I don’t regret it. More on that later in a post all by its lonesome. :/
~*~
A friend and I are seriously contemplating taking a cruise in April. That would be 3 years since the last one. Keeping a LJ is ever so helpful for remembering dates and such.:) Key West and the Bahamas sound so good right now. We’re also planning to spend a little time in Savannah. :)
I have a much needed hair cut scheduled for tomorrow. I’ve had to postpone 3 different appointments over the last two weeks because of snow. Of course now, there’s a snow advisory for tomorrow. My hair is usually medium length but it’s longer now than it’s been in quite a while. It looks okay but medium is much more manageable. I really need to upload that Medusa icon I made. Oooh, I also need to get to the library tomorrow; they’re holding Fool Moon for me. I need me some more Dresden, please. :)
*takes a breath* If you have just awakened and you’re staring at this screen, I am sooooo sorry I’ve rambled. If you’re still semi-alert and patiently waiting for this to end, your fortitude is to be commended. If you’re despondent that this post is ending soon, I’m backing away slowly … so I can take a running go in order to *tackleglomp* you! :D
Thanks to likebunnies, annearchy, and abigail89 for the lovely Valentines! :)
Much love to the flist, and have a great weekend!