Needless to say that I have the two best bffs in the world. Today we were reunited and it was such an awesome day. Both of them are the two strongest most amazing people I have ever met. And today one of them blew my mind. I am so proud of my Ricky. And so happy for the weight that has been lifted off his shoulders. A new chapter begins - and it's going to be a wonderful one.
My besties are extraordinary.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Baby Landon's quilt...
Okay here's the final result of my Martha project for Baby Landon. It's not perfect but a good first attempt at a quilt. Hopefully I'll get better with time. I hope Baby Landon likes it!
Friday, July 11, 2008
I'm a really bad blogger. But today something funny happened and I actually thought, that'd be a good blog post. So here goes...
We've been having some copier troubles this week, and so on Tuesday I had the service man come out. I always like calling the copier service people. They are friendly and come out quickly which never happens with repair people. Also, our copier man is the cutest guy I've ever seen. If I ever wrote a novel he would be the main character. He's balding and has mousy poufy hair and big thick glasses. He always smells like old cigarette smoke. He's a bit short and has a round belly and always wears short sleeve dress shirts with black pants. He has a big suitcase that has all his copier tools in it and he is very serious about fixing copy machines. He even made me a list once of all the proper supplies I'd need to keep in stock for our machines to ensure we wouldn't run out of any toner, ever. Point being, I love him. So I was very sad on Tuesday when he wasn't the guy who came out to fix things. The man who came was nice and definitely smelled better but I just wasn't as excited when I walked up front to greet him. Luckily, he did a bad job and made the copier dirty so I had to call again today for another service call. And it was my lucky day because our normal service guy came!! He came when I was on lunch and just showed himself back to the workroom( I love some self sufficiency in a repair person) and by the time I walked by he had his whole suitcase out and laptop and was vacuuming out the machine (seriously!!). I didn't see him though so I went to my desk and started working. A couple minutes later I was walking down the hall and I saw him - he had a new mustache! But it was a hitler mustache!!!! And I was so disappointed, this was a serious conflict of interest. He most certainly couldn't be my favorite service man if he was a nazi! I waved hello from a far and kept on my way. About 30 minutes later I went into the workroom to get something I needed and asked him how things were going. He looked up from the copier and said it was good and he would be done soon. That's when I noticed it wasn't a mustache but rather copier toner on his face. Moral of the story: He is SO my favorite service man and I think I'll start jotting down notes for that book.
We've been having some copier troubles this week, and so on Tuesday I had the service man come out. I always like calling the copier service people. They are friendly and come out quickly which never happens with repair people. Also, our copier man is the cutest guy I've ever seen. If I ever wrote a novel he would be the main character. He's balding and has mousy poufy hair and big thick glasses. He always smells like old cigarette smoke. He's a bit short and has a round belly and always wears short sleeve dress shirts with black pants. He has a big suitcase that has all his copier tools in it and he is very serious about fixing copy machines. He even made me a list once of all the proper supplies I'd need to keep in stock for our machines to ensure we wouldn't run out of any toner, ever. Point being, I love him. So I was very sad on Tuesday when he wasn't the guy who came out to fix things. The man who came was nice and definitely smelled better but I just wasn't as excited when I walked up front to greet him. Luckily, he did a bad job and made the copier dirty so I had to call again today for another service call. And it was my lucky day because our normal service guy came!! He came when I was on lunch and just showed himself back to the workroom( I love some self sufficiency in a repair person) and by the time I walked by he had his whole suitcase out and laptop and was vacuuming out the machine (seriously!!). I didn't see him though so I went to my desk and started working. A couple minutes later I was walking down the hall and I saw him - he had a new mustache! But it was a hitler mustache!!!! And I was so disappointed, this was a serious conflict of interest. He most certainly couldn't be my favorite service man if he was a nazi! I waved hello from a far and kept on my way. About 30 minutes later I went into the workroom to get something I needed and asked him how things were going. He looked up from the copier and said it was good and he would be done soon. That's when I noticed it wasn't a mustache but rather copier toner on his face. Moral of the story: He is SO my favorite service man and I think I'll start jotting down notes for that book.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
danamite rants....
Teen pregnancy is all the rage these days. Now let me start by saying, I loved Juno. It was straight up adorable. And I liked the message, things like that can happen to anyone and you can take the situation and make the best of it. They showed different solutions and Juno picked the one she felt right with. Good stuff. But then came Jamie-Lynn Spears, and now there's The Baby Borrowers and My life as an American Teenager. All these things seem to be glorifying teenage pregnancy. For the record, I'm over it. How can teenagers understand the true scope of being a parent by watching an hour long sitcom or through photos of a spoiled celebrity endlessly shopping for cute baby clothes? There needs to be a shift in society, raising children is hard. And children born to teen mothers have a much higher chance of being teen parents themselves.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
bubbles bubbles everywhere but not a drop to drink.
Good news:
1. My digital camera works. I thought it was broken since well, Easter. But turns out it is not. Imagine all the memories I've missed out on taking pictures of, I need some full-scale re-enactments.
2. We found a new Mexican Restaurant today that was really good. In fact, it was FLANtastic. Also hit up our old standby Yabi on Friday night. I'm the chopstick queen. I can't figure out if the waitresses realize we've been there at least once every week for the past 3 months or if they just smile at everyone that way.
3. The BFF comes back from NYC today - my heart will be full again. Other BFF leaves for Europe tomorrow. Sad face.
The other day this girl at work fell down the stairs. It was hilarious because I know for a fact that she did it about 6 months ago. Except last time it was on the bottom step so she only bruised ego. This time it was from the top step and now she looks gnarly. Do dudes dig scars? I can't wait... I mean she can't wait until everything heals up - it's too hot out to keep wearing pants.
1. My digital camera works. I thought it was broken since well, Easter. But turns out it is not. Imagine all the memories I've missed out on taking pictures of, I need some full-scale re-enactments.
2. We found a new Mexican Restaurant today that was really good. In fact, it was FLANtastic. Also hit up our old standby Yabi on Friday night. I'm the chopstick queen. I can't figure out if the waitresses realize we've been there at least once every week for the past 3 months or if they just smile at everyone that way.
3. The BFF comes back from NYC today - my heart will be full again. Other BFF leaves for Europe tomorrow. Sad face.
The other day this girl at work fell down the stairs. It was hilarious because I know for a fact that she did it about 6 months ago. Except last time it was on the bottom step so she only bruised ego. This time it was from the top step and now she looks gnarly. Do dudes dig scars? I can't wait... I mean she can't wait until everything heals up - it's too hot out to keep wearing pants.
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