- What is the most important thing you’ve ever lost? A friend, an opportunity, a love.
- When is the last time you lost your keys? Lost? I locked my keys in my house last fall, and that was the last time I’ve been without them. I faithfully check my purse before leaving my house. (Super easy now that I only have 2 keys on my key chain, and only one of them works.) I don’t have a spare to the house, or have any friends with spares, so if I’m locked out, I have to wait for a roommate or house mate to come home.
- Have you ever felt like you’ve lost your mind? All the time. Almost on a daily basis. OK, maybe not lost, but definitely misplaced. Usually the ability to think clearly, but sometimes my sanity. It’s a little messy up there in my head.
- Are you likely to ask for directions when lost or to continue to wander? Wander, unless I’m late for an important meeting, at which point I’ll ask (or preferably get someone else to ask for me – people scare me). I also rarely pull u-turns when I’ve missed my exit or turn – I guess I’m not fully Minnesotan yet.
- Numerology: reliable or just a load of bunk? BUNK. Astrology I’ll give you (not the fortune part, but some of the “about you” stuff).
(and clear the photos off my desktop)
It's an excellent place for a nap...
Here are some cute photos of . (She really likes the guitar case and got me for my birthday.)
...or full-on sleeping.
Camera straps are a great toy
She will kill them all!
That lamb is a great toy too
I actually used the following phrase in conversation yesterday:
I ain’t hick.
You heard it here, folks.
Context: and and I were hanging out, and in the midst of telling “your mom” jokes, somehow I used “y’all,” as I’m known to do from time to time (though growing up in Chicago didn’t exactly socialize me to use this, I have, for most of my life). decided I got bonus points for using it, and then said she’d have to teach me the correct way to use “all y’all,” at which point I replied with the above.
Now if I could just figure out a way to use “if’n” correctly with any combination of the above, I think my life would be complete.
The missing item of “intimate apparel” I spoke of yesterday has been found. No more worries about lost clothing. I mean, I still love those pants, but having recently replaced them, I think I can get over the loss. They are long-gone. Time to move on. There is a new pair of pants in my life now. Speaking of pants, I think it’s time to resurrect: Donde esta mis pantalones? Crap. I can’t find it. I know a co-worker has a copy. Maybe kept a copy. I’ll search around and see if I can post it tomorrow. Lots of laughs.
Courtesy of some other blogs I read…
You're a spare house key under the mat. Few people know you're there, but those who do recognize your worth, especially when they get themselves in trouble. You might want to be a little more noticeable, but not everyone should know you're there.
What sort of key are you and what do you unlock?
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Your Seduction Style: The Coquette
You are a pro at playing the age old game of hard to get.
Your flirting style runs hot and cold, giving just enough to keep them chasing you. Independent and self-sufficient, you don’t need any one person to make you complete. And that independence is exactly what makes people pursue you.
What Is Your Seduction Style?
OK, so I liked the key one. Not so much the other one. While I’m sure that there are plenty of people (guys specifically) who think I just play hard to get, it would be more true to just call me confused and shy. I don’t play games. At least, not intentionally. Who knows what my sub-conscious could be doing.
[I have a really hard time spelling "apparel," and it's driving me crazy.]
[Editor's note: no, this will not be a post about my intimate apparel, except for the brief mention that I have lost a piece while camping and this disturbs me. Strangely, it doesn't disturb me nearly as much as the missing pants (that were never found - I have some ideas of where to look for the currently missing piece before declaring them MIA).]
took me out to dinner last night and then to see “Intimate Apparel” at the Guthrie. It was a really good play, and if you live in the Twin Cities area and have the chance, you should really go see it. The description on the site doesn’t do it justice. Our seats were off to the side but in the second row, so we could really see the expression on the actors’ faces. They were very talented – I really believed they felt the emotions they were portraying. Plus, the actor playing Mr. Marks was cute (Note to : I’d put him on my “list” if he weren’t so local; hardly seems fair – if Salma was a local I might protest more, though not so much if Brad were.)
I never was very good at literary analysis or movie reviews, so I don’t think I’m doing the play justice. Suffice it to say it was good and you should see it. I don’t know if I’ve ever been to a play that was actually good. Musicals, yes. But I think most, if not all, of the plays I’ve been to have been junior high or senior high productions (a few college ones, and those were decent, but I think our theatre department’s annual budget was the equivalent of a day’s wage in Mexico). That was one of the things I didn’t enjoy so much when I worked at church – going to kid’s plays and concerts. You want so much to like it and enjoy it and be proud of them, but let’s be honest, it’s junior high band, how good is it really going to be? They’re always so happy to see you, too (though really it’s the parents who are the most touched by your presence), so that part’s good. It’s just the 2 hours sitting through squeaky instruments, off-key singers, and awkward kids who forget their lines that’s the hard part. Love them anyways (the kids, not the plays/concerts).
Thankfully I never really had any kids who were big into sports, or at least not to the extent that I was ever invited to watch their games. I suppose high school sports aren’t really that bad, and watching sports live is so much better than on television (that surprised me, the first time I went to a Saints game, and the Twins game was even better; I don’t remember enjoying the Cougars games we went to in high school youth group). Maybe I’ve just learned to appreciate sports a little more in my old age. (No, I don’t have the home on speed dial yet, nor is my Medic-Alert bracelet on order. Just because I’m closer to 30 than to 20 [time out to take deep, calming breaths] does not mean I’m old. Really. [Yeah, just keep telling yourself that.])
Well, those were some random tangents. has informed me that my missing piece of clothing was not in her luggage. Now I’ll have to re-check my luggage (that I’ve already unpacked, though I may have forgotten the pockets…), and perhaps the deep recesses of my closet. This is quite unnerving to keep losing things. Next thing you know, it’ll be my sanity, or my head’ll fall off (though seems to think that pipe dope will fix this problem; note – don’t do a Google search on that term while at work if you think your boss might walk up behind you; stick to the term “Teflon tape” instead).
Last random tidbit. was notified on Monday that she got the job she was downtown St Paul interviewing for last week. Very exciting. She is now gainfully employed at three (3) different places. That, on top of the whole grad school thing, might mean and I will have a hard time scheduling time for all of us to get together. But we’ll make it work. And hopefully and I can take advantage of the times we’re both downtown at the same time. Congrats, !
I’ve been using old notebooks as scratch paper – to journal in, make lists, whatever. They’re perfectly good notebooks, just most of the pages are gone, so there are only a few sheets in them. The one I’ve been using lately must be from college, though I’m not sure, and is decorated with quite a few cutouts, on the cover, on the back, and on the pockets separating the sections (of which there are none). Here’s, by far, the best one:
Can't you just feel all that teen-angsty drama?
It’s official. You may now refer to as my boyfriend. For all of you who had been doing that (wrongly, might I add) for the past week or so, I’m sure this makes you happy, or at least means there will be no more yelling at me about it.
Gotta say, has to be the best “do you wanna be my girlfriend?” conversation setting ever, though. And if you don’t already know the full story, too bad. I get to keep some things to myself, you know.
Pretty little flowers growing around the trunk of a tree at our campsite.
The raindrops clung just so to this purple-grey grass.
More raindrops on plants.
found a waterfall in Marine on St Croix.
View from above
View from below
View through the trees
Any guesses on how many emails were in my Bulk (aka Spam) folder that I cleaned out Friday before leaving work? Anyone? 110! Ridiculous!
So my weekend was… eventful, to say the least.
Eating chocolate while wearing a white skirt. Smart? Methinks not.
But Rolos are so yummy (and a great breakfast too, don’tcha think?).
[I don't think when they say serving size 1 package they mean the bag I bought at Target.]
(Borrowed from Such A Pretty Face)
1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
My 23rd post has only one sentence.
Here’s the 5th from the 24th post:
“At a guy.”
[Editor's note: Baby steps, baby steps. Also would like to add that I officially had someone to call "my therapist" for exactly 3 sessions, unlike and who both went for years after the divorce. He was not incredibly helpful.]
Here’s the 5th from the 22nd post:
“But there were, like, 3 appointments all in the afternoon when I’m not at work.”
[Editor’s note: obviously, I was incredibly freaked at this prospect. It was not, perhaps, the wisest decision of my life, seeing as how it meant that for the week of the mission trip I got almost no sleep – stupid side effects. By the next week, of ‘s wedding, they were gone. Some 27 months later (and a switch due to other side-effects), I am glad to report that I feel absolutely and perfectly… normal. And normal, while potentially boring, is great. One mountain climbed, and the view from here is beautiful.
The 21st post is just… unkind. I was a little emotional the summer of 2003 apparently.
- Crave:: Chocolate
- Whole package:: Can’t Eat Just One
- Roommates:: can’t live with ‘em, can’t find housing without them
- 5:30:: tonight
- Lesbian:: Ellen
- Poignant:: Sydney
- Hurtful:: don’t want to be
- You and I:: Lifehouse
- Grateful:: for so much
- Giggle:: [censored]
I was cleaning up my sent email folder, and discovered the following. In the week or so since I’d last cleaned it out, there were 35 emails. 14 of them were to , 8 were to , and one to . (Yes, those numbers don’t add up to 35. There were a few others in there as well.) I have actually found that to be true most of the time – , when did we start communicating solely by email? At least they’re usually short. This comes from no longer being roommates, I’m sure. misses out on all the email simply because she’s a little busy these days, and we don’t hold it against her. (Which reminds me of a cheesy pickup line, “If I told you you had a great body, would you hold it against me?” Haha.)
My breakfast this morning consists of an apple that tastes like autumn (I know how odd that sounds) and whatever pastries I confiscate from the one year anniversary spread we’ve got going on here. Last night I indulged in a junk food I associate with drunken college nights, not that I had any of those being on a dry campus – Easy Cheese. How gross is that stuff? But so much fun anyways. Cheese in a can. Who thought of that?