This weekend was nearly perfect. I finally felt the warm breeze of spring. I was able to take a walk outside, have been frequenting the outdoors with only a light jacket and best of all, learning of all the little suprises of what plants I may have popping up when spring arrives. One of the suprises were little bulbs that I believe will be tulips. I love tulips. I can't wait to see what colors they may be. This year I must practice patience with my horticultural skills. As much as I look forward to landscaping, I need to take a season to learn what is currently growing outside my new home. I have a few plans for places I want to put in some annuals and will do that to appease myself for this year...
all that is the plan if the DAMN SNOW QUITS falling. We've had a nice, fresh blanket today... I had to get out the "snow pup" again. As much as I love my housewarming gift from my parents, I really, really, really am ready for spring, gardening and planting some flowers and herbs...
Will spring EVER come?
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Twins Win!
Is anyone else excited that Twins baseball starts again on Monday?
Is anyone else excited for going to the Wed. night game?
Win Twins!
Is anyone else excited for going to the Wed. night game?
Win Twins!
I am mad on behalf of young women everywhere!
Splenda replaces sugar in the new 'Sweet Valley High' series
Mar 27, 2008, 05:01 PM | by Adrienne Day
Categories: Books, Hell to the no!, Kids' Corner, Press Release of the Week, Television, Things That Make Me Die Inside
When the first Sweet Valley High book was published in 1983, Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield, identical twin heroines of the soon-to-be wildly popular teen fiction series (and subsequent TV spinoff), were described as blonde, beautiful, and a "perfect size 6." Now bid welcome to a new, thinner, Sweet Valley High: Random House is reissuing 12 books from the original series with a few small editorial tweaks, one of which involves the slightly awkward issue of the Wakefield waistline. The twins' "perfect size 6" has been reduced to a "perfect size 4." Kudos, Random House, for not only introducing body-image issues to a whole new generations of young fans, but proudly trumpeting this point in the press release.
To that end, if you can't manage to (or afford to) physically alter your body via starvation or plastic surgery, you may still create your own anorexic cyber-waif with a little help from Miss Bimbo.
http://gawker.com/5004617/random-house-proudly-promoting-eating-disorders
Mar 27, 2008, 05:01 PM | by Adrienne Day
Categories: Books, Hell to the no!, Kids' Corner, Press Release of the Week, Television, Things That Make Me Die Inside
When the first Sweet Valley High book was published in 1983, Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield, identical twin heroines of the soon-to-be wildly popular teen fiction series (and subsequent TV spinoff), were described as blonde, beautiful, and a "perfect size 6." Now bid welcome to a new, thinner, Sweet Valley High: Random House is reissuing 12 books from the original series with a few small editorial tweaks, one of which involves the slightly awkward issue of the Wakefield waistline. The twins' "perfect size 6" has been reduced to a "perfect size 4." Kudos, Random House, for not only introducing body-image issues to a whole new generations of young fans, but proudly trumpeting this point in the press release.
To that end, if you can't manage to (or afford to) physically alter your body via starvation or plastic surgery, you may still create your own anorexic cyber-waif with a little help from Miss Bimbo.
http://gawker.com/5004617/random-house-proudly-promoting-eating-disorders
Monday, March 17, 2008
Water Up to My Eyeballs
I was just looking through some old e-mails for a list Maria was requesting. I'm a bit of a Nazi about saving old e-mails but I couldn't find the one she was looking for. I however, did find an old e-mail during our crazy time pre-Kelsey post, well, the bad one that dropped BOULDERS through the cracks, that was talking about getting our magazine out and her exact phrase in the e-mail was "I'm in water up to my eyeballs." For whatever reason, it cracked us up now in hindsight. She said, "That doesn't even make sense! What was I thinking?"
So next time you're swamped at work, water up to my eyeballs is my suggested phrase.
So next time you're swamped at work, water up to my eyeballs is my suggested phrase.
Fashion Faux Paux
Fashion Faux Paux
Yesterday morning at church I found a fasion faux paux- one I've been guilty of but only when wearing boots and it can be hidden. The faux paux- black shoes with white socks. Ok, so no big deal, right? I noticed that the woman next to me in the pew had on white socks with black shoes (She was also wearing capris which is another faux paux when there is still snow on the ground and I don't really know that they should be worn with socks, period, but anyway...)
This isn't so much about her faux paux in dressing as her response. I don't know if she caught my staring (was I staring? I don't know...) but suddenly I noticed she had stealthy removed her socks and put them on the pew next to her.
That, my friends, is a much bigger faux paux. I don't think you should put dirty, smelly socks on a church pew. I don't know that God would really appreciate that sentiment too much. Oh well, at least she took them with her when she left....
Yesterday morning at church I found a fasion faux paux- one I've been guilty of but only when wearing boots and it can be hidden. The faux paux- black shoes with white socks. Ok, so no big deal, right? I noticed that the woman next to me in the pew had on white socks with black shoes (She was also wearing capris which is another faux paux when there is still snow on the ground and I don't really know that they should be worn with socks, period, but anyway...)
This isn't so much about her faux paux in dressing as her response. I don't know if she caught my staring (was I staring? I don't know...) but suddenly I noticed she had stealthy removed her socks and put them on the pew next to her.
That, my friends, is a much bigger faux paux. I don't think you should put dirty, smelly socks on a church pew. I don't know that God would really appreciate that sentiment too much. Oh well, at least she took them with her when she left....
Friday, March 14, 2008
Taxi!
ok so only one person will get this joke and that's ok...
love you lady. can't wait for breakfast (or the dells next summer.)
love you lady. can't wait for breakfast (or the dells next summer.)
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Gimpy
About a month to six weeks ago, Kelsey and I received an appointment request from a print rep. This is pretty normal and usually we'll entertain them enough to listen for 10 minutes, roll our eyes and unanamiously agree that we're quite content with the service we have with the current companies we work with... Well, then Gimpy came along (Gimpy ironically is a word quite close to his last name leading Kelsey in her brilliance to give him this nickname.)
On our first meeting, her ironically showed up at the same time as vendor that we've worked with in the past who had to drop some samples off and I had to sort-of shuffle the two around which was in itself awkward. Then Gimpy gave us his boring schpeel and we would have thought went on his merry way... not so much.
Gimpy came back a week later, but now he was with a brand new printing company and his old shop was, well, less than average suddenly. So now we are being told why Shop A sucks and Shop B offers so much... when a week ago, Shop A could take care of all of our needs (really they couldn't- they were average at best)... right, and we should use Shop B because we're such great, old pals with Gimpy after our last meeting... right.
About a week ago Gimpy comes storming in our office with cookies. Brilliant. I like cookies. I don't like Gimpy but I like cookies. So thanks Gimpy. Still not sending you any printing jobs in the near future. But come back anytime with cookies. The best part of the event, he comes storming into the office past Deb who sits near the door and says he is "here to see Laura and Kelsey" like we're old pals. Right, we've met twice and you've given us two very different stories. Kelsey was so annoyed when she heard his voice she hovered in her cube and left me hanging to talk to our buddy. (I don't blame her, I would have done the same.) After that effort, I joked that I'd like a man to work as hard for my attention as Gimpy works for my printing business to which Kelsey said I'd have been married and divorced five times by now if that was the case! (Toochee).
Now, alright, good for you Gimpy. You've done a good job as an aggressive sales rep willing to try to tackle new business (but not tactfully, maybe next time you're looking for new business, decide which company you're representing before selling and bashing a company within a weeks time.) But today was the icing on the Gimpy cookie. Today we got an automated "I'll be out of the office for the next week" that Gimpy sent to his master sales list. So, for all our NON EXISTENT printing needs with him, Gimpy won't be available. Shoot. Darn. That, Mr. Gimpy, is why you can send me all the frosted cookies in the world but you will never see a dime of my money. I don't give a %&$*# about your product and don't assume I do.
Let this be a lesson to all you sales people out there.
P.S. Sorry for the rant.
On our first meeting, her ironically showed up at the same time as vendor that we've worked with in the past who had to drop some samples off and I had to sort-of shuffle the two around which was in itself awkward. Then Gimpy gave us his boring schpeel and we would have thought went on his merry way... not so much.
Gimpy came back a week later, but now he was with a brand new printing company and his old shop was, well, less than average suddenly. So now we are being told why Shop A sucks and Shop B offers so much... when a week ago, Shop A could take care of all of our needs (really they couldn't- they were average at best)... right, and we should use Shop B because we're such great, old pals with Gimpy after our last meeting... right.
About a week ago Gimpy comes storming in our office with cookies. Brilliant. I like cookies. I don't like Gimpy but I like cookies. So thanks Gimpy. Still not sending you any printing jobs in the near future. But come back anytime with cookies. The best part of the event, he comes storming into the office past Deb who sits near the door and says he is "here to see Laura and Kelsey" like we're old pals. Right, we've met twice and you've given us two very different stories. Kelsey was so annoyed when she heard his voice she hovered in her cube and left me hanging to talk to our buddy. (I don't blame her, I would have done the same.) After that effort, I joked that I'd like a man to work as hard for my attention as Gimpy works for my printing business to which Kelsey said I'd have been married and divorced five times by now if that was the case! (Toochee).
Now, alright, good for you Gimpy. You've done a good job as an aggressive sales rep willing to try to tackle new business (but not tactfully, maybe next time you're looking for new business, decide which company you're representing before selling and bashing a company within a weeks time.) But today was the icing on the Gimpy cookie. Today we got an automated "I'll be out of the office for the next week" that Gimpy sent to his master sales list. So, for all our NON EXISTENT printing needs with him, Gimpy won't be available. Shoot. Darn. That, Mr. Gimpy, is why you can send me all the frosted cookies in the world but you will never see a dime of my money. I don't give a %&$*# about your product and don't assume I do.
Let this be a lesson to all you sales people out there.
P.S. Sorry for the rant.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
I might be going to hell
So I work at a seminary, right? We know this... One of my students just lent me her phone to listen for two important phone calls... one from a pastor she was working with on a project, the other from a bishop. The phone didn't ring but I told her if it did and it was the Bishop, I was going to answer it "Hey Bishop, Whazz Up?"
I think I'd have derailed her ministry opportunities and sent my self straight to hell if I did that. Good thing the phone didn't ring.
I think I'd have derailed her ministry opportunities and sent my self straight to hell if I did that. Good thing the phone didn't ring.
Monday, March 03, 2008
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