Monday, January 31, 2005
I wanted to stop coloring my hair. It's a pain and costly. But I don't think I can wait. I just can't let them win. Right now it's single strands. But soon, they will get lonely and more will move in, and soon, it'll be a whole neighborhood scaring away what's left of the blond and brown hairs.
Why was there no good hair color on sale this week? I can hear the blond hairs calling out to me...save us, before we go extinct!
Sunday, January 30, 2005
I guess I'll go try the sleep thing again....really it's not overrated like some say, I actually like it, a lot.
I'll try to write more often...I know there's lots of stuff out there to make fun of including this I found from the New York Times earlier this week:
"By the mid-1960s, many obstetricians even believed that alcohol
could halt premature labor. As noted by Golden, now a medical historian at Rutgers University in Camden, N.J., when women arrived at the hospital in premature labor, they were often handed a vodka and orange juice or given alcohol intravenously."
Man, women these days are missing out. They were officially allowed to get drunk in the hospital back then. Imagine your doctor asking, "would you like that screwdriver on the rocks or straight up? Just a little thought, and at 1:14 a.m., you start to think about things like that in a different light than at normal people hours. (Ok, Laura, I know this is still early for you, but for me, this is LATE. And no Laura, I'm not an old fart!)
Night, I hope...
Friday, January 21, 2005
Calvin and Hobbes was always a favorite cartoon of mine. I was reminded today when my Mom sent along some classic snowman-related cartoons to be via e-mail. Something about those strips that I love(d), the silliness, creativity, Calvin and his best friend (a stuffed tiger) having some great adventure.
Bill Watterson, if you're reading this, you were awesome. At least I'll have my books to take a look through whenever I get to missing my buddies Calvin and Hobbes.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
AB and Me!
Yesterday I was very lucky to attend a photo shoot at work where one of my favorite TV personalities was, Alton Brown. He's from the Food Network's Good Eats. He describes himself as a teacher more than a chef and that's OK with me because he's taught me a ton about cooking. When I get some extra coin I'm really tempted to buy his books I Just Here for the Food and I'm Just Here for More Food.
From what the food editor says he was very gracious and was a talker during the interview.
Once again you never know who'll you'll meet when you work at newspaper.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Our lovely waitress, really she was very kind and apologetic, dropped an arm-full of dishes she had just taken away from the table behind us right behind my chair. I was lucky. Only a few spots of marinara sauce came spattering up on the back of my nice work blouse. The manager offered to pay for my shirt to be cleaned (she would have gotten off cheaper) but I declined. I really don't dry clean my clothing and the shirt was a lovely shirt from Targeyy (Target). I said I would clean it at home. So she offered free desert to all of us.
Chocolate lasagna and a chocolate mousse pie was our choices. The mousse pie was heavenly. Like a chocolate cloud.
After that people were joking that I would be tripping the waitress all the time to get the free desert.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Trump, I don't know about this venture. I almost want to tell you, "You're fired!"
Saturday, January 08, 2005
Friday, January 07, 2005
In remembrance of our first house.
Christmas trees are like scrapbooks. They tell a story. This is especially true in my family. While some families prefer monochromatic colors and a big box of same-looking balls, mine gives and receives than at Christmas regularly. Each one individual to the recipient(s) and each one with a story. Above are two of the ornaments we received this year. The top one I gave hubby. He spent a lot of time yelling at the cat trying to make him understand that he couldn't be playing with the ornaments and knocking them down. The second one my parents gave us in honor of owning our first house together this year. It's a cool one, you place a Christmas tree light bulb in the back and so when the lights go on, the windows and door light up looking like someone is home.
Others received include a calico engine of a train from my Grandmother (my Grandfather was a railroad engineer and this will remind me of him) and white beaded stars that my sister and my grandmother handmade for us. They are really cool.
I took them off the tree last night, I had hoped hubby would have taken the tree down today but it's still there, and enjoyed looking at them and remembering the stories. This is something I want to be able to do one day with my children if we are blessed with them. Pass on the stories and help make new ones.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
I thought this was all very interesting. I know many people , including myself who, found themselves at home after college. I don't know if it's the coddling effect mentioned in the story, but it is the expense. But to be honest, I think it's just that many people my age have become accustomed to a certain lifestyle and they don't want to suffer without since their parents never showed them that they had to. Ok Gen X and and millenials, it's time to grow up. Our parents did it, why the hell can't we?
Here's an excerpt:
Students from high-pressured, upscale households are more sheltered today than even five years ago, says Lisa Jacobson, founder of inspiring, a New York-based tutoring and test-preparation firm. Parents have been micromanaging these kids lives for so long that the kids often are unable to cope with disappointments and rejections. Parents have to let children develop life skills.
Ground them in reality: Young adults today often expect to have a lifestyle that equals the way their parents are living in middle age. "They should know that to get from A to Z, you've got to go through all the letters in the alphabet," Ms. Shaffer says.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Hopefully your New Year has started as well as it has for us.
Happy New Years!