A quick post before I retreat with what seems to be a growing migraine...I'm not sure that it is, but one never knows.
Our Senior VP of Marketing, Torrie, asked if I would contribute to a blog on the company website.
!
They are having an artist draw a cartoon likeness of me to go alongside any of the posts I make.
!!
I will need to write more.
!!!
If it doesn't happen for whatever reason, I'm still flattered beyond words that they would think of me (and I suggested other potential other writers to her, so it's not like they want only me) to participate.
And now to bed. My Tylenol PM is kicking in and I need to lie down. But this new opportunity has been swimming around in my mind all weekend and I just had to say something.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Writer's Block
It's probably made of cast iron as it weighs a ton and is holding me down. :(
SteveD probably hates me at this moment. I've been struggling with streamlining our chapter into one cohesive narrative, but have failed miserably. Every time I opened our document, it stared back at me. All his prose looking so polished and complete; all my words jumbled and disorganized. I struggled with it, rearranging paragraphs. Editing sentences. Adding headings. Nothing I did made it seem less cobbled together from the writings of a genius (him) and a goober (duh).
I dreamt that he let me hold Emma and I dropped her. When I woke up, I realized it wasn't his actual child I had dropped, but his literary progeny.
The chapter is now back in Steve's hands so that he can strangle me while he whips it into shape with characteristic flair and cussing. I dread being on IMs tomorrow, for he shall surely flail the skin off my computer screen with irritation.
Though I doubt he would ever say or think the same of me, I miss him :)
I am also honestly suffering from the inability to string together bundles of phrases as quickly as I would like. It irks me. Everything I write sounds to me like everything else I've ever done.
Desperately in need of inspiration. Hepl?
SteveD probably hates me at this moment. I've been struggling with streamlining our chapter into one cohesive narrative, but have failed miserably. Every time I opened our document, it stared back at me. All his prose looking so polished and complete; all my words jumbled and disorganized. I struggled with it, rearranging paragraphs. Editing sentences. Adding headings. Nothing I did made it seem less cobbled together from the writings of a genius (him) and a goober (duh).
I dreamt that he let me hold Emma and I dropped her. When I woke up, I realized it wasn't his actual child I had dropped, but his literary progeny.
The chapter is now back in Steve's hands so that he can strangle me while he whips it into shape with characteristic flair and cussing. I dread being on IMs tomorrow, for he shall surely flail the skin off my computer screen with irritation.
Though I doubt he would ever say or think the same of me, I miss him :)
I am also honestly suffering from the inability to string together bundles of phrases as quickly as I would like. It irks me. Everything I write sounds to me like everything else I've ever done.
Desperately in need of inspiration. Hepl?
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Further Tales of Unpacking
A couple of years ago, Dianne and I spent a weekend reading and then burning up our high school letters. Unpacking a box with my high school yearbooks, I found the journal notebook from my freshman year.
Most of the pages had been consigned to the flames, but I'd apparently also started writing in the middle of the book and those pages were intact. They could serve as perfect fodder for The Salon of Shame!
And I suppose that I'm happy to have these particular pages as they detail the days leading up to and immediately following my very first kiss :) How nice. I do wish I'd spent a little more time on some details, such as what I'd overheard that made me so positive that Paul was playing some sort of game with me. All I can remember now is overhearing him talking with Bill about me and Dianne, and that they thought we were silly little freshman...but there was more to it and that's the part I don't recall.
We were all in a play. Dianne and I were freshman; Paul was a senior. Of course, now that I'm older and I re-read the entries, I'm more inclined to believe that he may have actually liked me, even just a little. Of course, that's probably just wishful retroactive thinking. Who know what he really thought about me.
I saw Paul a couple of times after he graduated. Once the following year, I ran into him at that year's graduation ceremony and we had lunch together. Then, when I was looking for apartments for me and Dianne after we'd graduated from high school, he drove past me sitting outside one of them. We kept in touch for a little while after that, but I was dating someone at the time and eventually, when I moved back in with my mom, I lost touch with him.
But growing in the jungle of plants outside her apartment is the plant he'd given to me as a housewarming gift. A memento of someone that I liked, once upon a time.
Most of the pages had been consigned to the flames, but I'd apparently also started writing in the middle of the book and those pages were intact. They could serve as perfect fodder for The Salon of Shame!
And I suppose that I'm happy to have these particular pages as they detail the days leading up to and immediately following my very first kiss :) How nice. I do wish I'd spent a little more time on some details, such as what I'd overheard that made me so positive that Paul was playing some sort of game with me. All I can remember now is overhearing him talking with Bill about me and Dianne, and that they thought we were silly little freshman...but there was more to it and that's the part I don't recall.
We were all in a play. Dianne and I were freshman; Paul was a senior. Of course, now that I'm older and I re-read the entries, I'm more inclined to believe that he may have actually liked me, even just a little. Of course, that's probably just wishful retroactive thinking. Who know what he really thought about me.
I saw Paul a couple of times after he graduated. Once the following year, I ran into him at that year's graduation ceremony and we had lunch together. Then, when I was looking for apartments for me and Dianne after we'd graduated from high school, he drove past me sitting outside one of them. We kept in touch for a little while after that, but I was dating someone at the time and eventually, when I moved back in with my mom, I lost touch with him.
But growing in the jungle of plants outside her apartment is the plant he'd given to me as a housewarming gift. A memento of someone that I liked, once upon a time.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
The Random Bits
Poor Broos. The target of random chicks texting him :)
A week ago, it was not "drunk texting" as he may suspect (even though we were texting him in the early afternoon from a pub), but just that everyone at the table was speaking about him and I suggested we text him. So I did...which caught him by surprise as it was a work day...but since Candyce had the day off AND Burnsie and Shienna were still in town, Kevin and I decided to also take the day off and there you go. Straight to a pub.
Tonight, Candyce and I went to dinner and yet again we were thinking of Broos...so we whipped out our phones and started texting him. Muahahahaha!
When are you coming to visit us???
Over dinner, Candyce told me a sad story. Her mom's boss flew with his wife and mom on holiday to Australia. Just before landing, the crew asked if there was a doctor on the flight. And so he was...and to his shock, the patient "at the back" was his mother, who passed away before landing.
Now, this is a very sad story...can you just imagine going through something like this?
But as someone who loves to travel, I said, "He was up front (ie, first or business class) and he let his mom fly economy? What's wrong with him?!"
Candyce said, "Poor woman...she didn't even get to see Australia."
"Maybe she had a heart attack looking out the window," I said. We both bowed our heads in sympathy for such a horrible incident. Then I added, "Just think...he flew her there in economy...and when she goes home, she'll be in with the cargo."
These are the kinds of terrible things I say, not meaning anything malicious, but they just randomly pop out of my mouth. Candyce and I dissolved into giggles. We couldn't look at each other for a minute or so, because if our eyes met, we'd start giggling again.
Mittens is so cute. He's been playing with his little stuffed toys, rolling them around the apartment and chasing them. I love him to bits. I now have to make sure he hasn't got any toys in the bedroom before bedtime as he has been getting up at 2 or 3AM to play. The little goober.
A week ago, it was not "drunk texting" as he may suspect (even though we were texting him in the early afternoon from a pub), but just that everyone at the table was speaking about him and I suggested we text him. So I did...which caught him by surprise as it was a work day...but since Candyce had the day off AND Burnsie and Shienna were still in town, Kevin and I decided to also take the day off and there you go. Straight to a pub.
Tonight, Candyce and I went to dinner and yet again we were thinking of Broos...so we whipped out our phones and started texting him. Muahahahaha!
When are you coming to visit us???
Over dinner, Candyce told me a sad story. Her mom's boss flew with his wife and mom on holiday to Australia. Just before landing, the crew asked if there was a doctor on the flight. And so he was...and to his shock, the patient "at the back" was his mother, who passed away before landing.
Now, this is a very sad story...can you just imagine going through something like this?
But as someone who loves to travel, I said, "He was up front (ie, first or business class) and he let his mom fly economy? What's wrong with him?!"
Candyce said, "Poor woman...she didn't even get to see Australia."
"Maybe she had a heart attack looking out the window," I said. We both bowed our heads in sympathy for such a horrible incident. Then I added, "Just think...he flew her there in economy...and when she goes home, she'll be in with the cargo."
These are the kinds of terrible things I say, not meaning anything malicious, but they just randomly pop out of my mouth. Candyce and I dissolved into giggles. We couldn't look at each other for a minute or so, because if our eyes met, we'd start giggling again.
Mittens is so cute. He's been playing with his little stuffed toys, rolling them around the apartment and chasing them. I love him to bits. I now have to make sure he hasn't got any toys in the bedroom before bedtime as he has been getting up at 2 or 3AM to play. The little goober.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Go, Seahawks!
Their playoff game is today, versus the Washington Redskins. I'm sure Broos will be watching the game as well, but I would like my team to win. :)
I'm going to put on my Steve Largent throw-back jersey, prepare my snacks (I'm making an antipasti platter for myself), grab the knitting and watch like a...well, hawk!
Meanwhile, however, I must venture in to Sims 2: Pets. Yes, I know. But I made a cat that looks just like Mittens! So cute! The moment I saw they have tuxedo cats, I was hooked. Does that make me a hooker?
I'm going to put on my Steve Largent throw-back jersey, prepare my snacks (I'm making an antipasti platter for myself), grab the knitting and watch like a...well, hawk!
Meanwhile, however, I must venture in to Sims 2: Pets. Yes, I know. But I made a cat that looks just like Mittens! So cute! The moment I saw they have tuxedo cats, I was hooked. Does that make me a hooker?
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
A Brand New Year
What's that you say? Bacon chocolate? That slice o'bacon in the photo is just an image on the box; the bacon in the bar is in little bits, enrobed in the creamy smooth chocolate. =) It's really, really good. Really!If you weren't prohibited from pork products, Broos, I would send you some.
Photos from our New Year's Eve celebration are up on Flickr now.
And photos from the Fishtival at the Seattle Aquarium are up as well!
It's been really cool to see Burnsie and Shienna again. I know Candyce was happy to have more of her San Diego crew around for the holiday. We played some games last night after supper, waiting for the fireworks at the Space Needle to be televised.
Unfortunately, the fireworks had technical difficulties and the eight minute show was interrupted for a couple of minutes or so while some poor firework technician had to go out there on the roof to set off the fireworks manually. Let us hope this is not a prognosticator for the city this year!
After a lovely dim sum lunch today, we wandered down to the Aquarium. They've replaced its Imax with more exhibit space, which gives it an open almost airy feel. There are more tidepools with critters one can touch and the octopi are in a larger display. We were there in time for the octopus feeding, but apparently I'm the only one in our group who saw its tentacle reach out and wrap around the fish being offered to it on a skewer.
At the Northern Fur Seal tank, one of the seals stayed on a ledge near the plexiglass enclosure the entire time we were there, enabling us many opportunities to photograph him. I hope Burnsie's photos came out better than mine, as he has a much better camera!
I have one photo of two river otters curled up together, but it's way too dark. Burnsie also took photos of them so when he posts his photos you might get to see them as they really looked...so cute, so cuddly!
The day ended with dinner at Teapot, a vegan restaurant in Bellevue. Kevin and Candyce took me there when I came to visit them in 2006. The food is so good and the selection of teas fills both sides of a menu card. Mmm!
And now, I need to go to sleep, for tomorrow is a work day! Aieee! At least I have bacon chocolate for my midnight snack. Muahahahaha!
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