Why do I always seem to get really early morning flights when I go anywhere?
So my flight is at 7am, meaning I have to leave my house by about 5:15am to get to the airport in time to wait in all the lines, meaning I had to set my alarm for 4:30am so I'd have time to do last-minute packing which I didn't quite finish last night due to being utterly exhausted from snowboarding, meaning that I actually woke up at about 3:30am because I was worried that I would sleep through the alarm clock because I was so tired.
All of which meaning that right now I am existing on a level of consciousness somewhere between zombie and, I don't know, death I guess.
I am not sure if I'm done packing, but I'm not sure anymore whether or not I care.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Men and Margaritas
Tonight was Taco Tuesday night at Pepe's, which means tacos are $1.25...not a bad deal. And the margaritas are sensational. (A little TOO sensational, actually.)
I went with one of my good girlfriends and spent the night talking about men and how impossible it is to understand them. For example, I can't count how many times I've been told 1) that I'm amazing, 2) that I'm beautiful, 3) that I am an awesome woman of God, and 4) that I'll make some man really happy someday. The fact is, I'm a little tired of hearing it. I mean, honestly...if I'm so great and wonderful and all, um...why am I still single? Come on guys. What's the problem? Do I need to turn cartwheels and balance a ball on the end of my nose to make the final cut?? Is that what I've been missing all these years?
Maybe it's my lack of cooking skills.
Thankfully, before my girlfriend and I could get too bitter about men, a nice one showed up who bought us a round of the aforementioned sensational margaritas (thanks Morgan!).
On another note, I'll be hitting the slopes tomorrow, amen and hallelujah! Toward the end of 2004, I really prayed that I'd manage to snowboard at least three times this season, and this will be my fourth time! So I'm pretty stoked that I got even more than I asked for. God has a tendency to be generous like that.
Well, I'd best hit the hay, 'twill be an early start tomorrow. And then I have to pack for Minnesota still! Hmmm. Nothing like doing things at the last minute, eh.
I went with one of my good girlfriends and spent the night talking about men and how impossible it is to understand them. For example, I can't count how many times I've been told 1) that I'm amazing, 2) that I'm beautiful, 3) that I am an awesome woman of God, and 4) that I'll make some man really happy someday. The fact is, I'm a little tired of hearing it. I mean, honestly...if I'm so great and wonderful and all, um...why am I still single? Come on guys. What's the problem? Do I need to turn cartwheels and balance a ball on the end of my nose to make the final cut?? Is that what I've been missing all these years?
Maybe it's my lack of cooking skills.
Thankfully, before my girlfriend and I could get too bitter about men, a nice one showed up who bought us a round of the aforementioned sensational margaritas (thanks Morgan!).
On another note, I'll be hitting the slopes tomorrow, amen and hallelujah! Toward the end of 2004, I really prayed that I'd manage to snowboard at least three times this season, and this will be my fourth time! So I'm pretty stoked that I got even more than I asked for. God has a tendency to be generous like that.
Well, I'd best hit the hay, 'twill be an early start tomorrow. And then I have to pack for Minnesota still! Hmmm. Nothing like doing things at the last minute, eh.
Ode to Gap Fitting Rooms
Went shopping today, which is not my favorite activity as a rule. However, I have to give props to the Gap for having the best dressing-room lighting EVER...going there really put me in a good mood today. I wish I could somehow package that light and carry it around with me, like in a little lamp that would hover perpetually over my head as I went around town. I look pretty fantastic underneath it, almost model-esque really--and that's even on a "fat day." Forget dieting...just get a dose of some Gap lighting! It will do the trick with a lot less sweat and starvation.
Not only did I get the benefit of seeing myself as the Gap mirrors do (oo-la-la), but I even accomplished my purpose for the shopping trip, which was to find a nice sweater to wear to this wedding on Saturday. Usually (and this is why I hate shopping) I drive around and visit a bunch of different stores, not finding what I'm looking for, and getting more and more cranky until finally I give up and go home in a huff.
Thankfully today's experience ended on the happy note of actually finding what I was looking for! Not to mention buying a few other nice things, which I actually look rather stunning in--at least, when I'm standing under Gap lighting.
Not only did I get the benefit of seeing myself as the Gap mirrors do (oo-la-la), but I even accomplished my purpose for the shopping trip, which was to find a nice sweater to wear to this wedding on Saturday. Usually (and this is why I hate shopping) I drive around and visit a bunch of different stores, not finding what I'm looking for, and getting more and more cranky until finally I give up and go home in a huff.
Thankfully today's experience ended on the happy note of actually finding what I was looking for! Not to mention buying a few other nice things, which I actually look rather stunning in--at least, when I'm standing under Gap lighting.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Monday
Well, it's Monday and a gray one at that. The sun keeps making efforts to break through the clouds, but with dubious success. Hopefully that means snow on the mountains though, because I think it is time for another snowboarding adventure, before heading off to the frozen wastes of Minnesota on Thursday...someone told me that last week it was 3 degrees Fahrenheit out there. I was appalled...I have no clothes that would be appropriate for a cold-weather afternoon wedding/evening reception!!!! I suppose I could always show up in my snowboarding gear; wouldn't be the best fashion statement but at least I'd be warm.
The cowgirl came home last night, and will be leaving this morning, taking the dog with her. He is asleep here in my room as I type this, and I have to say I am going to miss him alot.
Annoyingly, she is not taking Leo with her yet...she has no room in her car for his cage. I am a little angry about this. The only animals left around the place are the ones I can't stand: my brother's cat (who has decided she doesn't need to be house-trained anymore) and this horrible screaming cockatiel. Great.
The cowgirl came home last night, and will be leaving this morning, taking the dog with her. He is asleep here in my room as I type this, and I have to say I am going to miss him alot.
Annoyingly, she is not taking Leo with her yet...she has no room in her car for his cage. I am a little angry about this. The only animals left around the place are the ones I can't stand: my brother's cat (who has decided she doesn't need to be house-trained anymore) and this horrible screaming cockatiel. Great.
Friday, March 25, 2005
Sometimes Someone Else Says It Better
Jesus, I know I don't say it often enough...but thanks. For everything.
O Love that will not let me go
I rest my weary soul in Thee
And give Thee back the life I owe
That in Thine ocean's depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O Light that followest all my way
I yield my flick'ring torch to Thee
My heart restores its borrowed ray
That in Thy sunshine's blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain
I cannot hold my heart from Thee
But trace the rainbow through the rain
And feel the promise is not in vain
That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head
I dare not ask to fly from Thee
But lay in dust life's glory dead
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
--George Matheson, 1882
O Love that will not let me go
I rest my weary soul in Thee
And give Thee back the life I owe
That in Thine ocean's depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O Light that followest all my way
I yield my flick'ring torch to Thee
My heart restores its borrowed ray
That in Thy sunshine's blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain
I cannot hold my heart from Thee
But trace the rainbow through the rain
And feel the promise is not in vain
That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head
I dare not ask to fly from Thee
But lay in dust life's glory dead
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
--George Matheson, 1882
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Anyone Out There?
So I suppose it's my fault, really. I've slacked off on the frequency of my posts, so presumably people have slacked off on reading them. Of course, it's hard to tell...but I've noticed a decided decrease in the number of comments showing up on my blog, and that makes me sad. I like it when people comment. Please do it.
Today one of my co-workers made up a song about me and sang it, while playing a toy guitar. It wasn't very good, but he did make me laugh and that always is worth a few points. And it even rhymed at the end, which was kind of impressive for an off-the-cuff production.
Granted, the song was mostly mocking me for my lack of sales skills, but I guess I'll take what I can get in the serenade department.
I am nearly falling asleep writing this, as I was at work til about 11:15pm last night, so I wouldn't be surprised to hear that I'm not making a whole lot of sense. Humor me.
On a totally unrelated note (are there any other kinds of notes on this blog?), I am watching Four Weddings and a Funeral. I don't understand why Andie MacDowell's character is so alluring in this film. So it's a bit hard for me to get caught up in the drama and romance of her back-and-forth relationship with the ever-blinking, eyelid-fluttering Hugh Grant. Too bad, because it seems like it might have been kind of entertaining otherwise. At least John Hannah is in it. I like his accent.
There really isn't anything else I'd like to say at the moment. I'm wracking my brains, but there is nothing left. Until the next time...
Today one of my co-workers made up a song about me and sang it, while playing a toy guitar. It wasn't very good, but he did make me laugh and that always is worth a few points. And it even rhymed at the end, which was kind of impressive for an off-the-cuff production.
Granted, the song was mostly mocking me for my lack of sales skills, but I guess I'll take what I can get in the serenade department.
I am nearly falling asleep writing this, as I was at work til about 11:15pm last night, so I wouldn't be surprised to hear that I'm not making a whole lot of sense. Humor me.
On a totally unrelated note (are there any other kinds of notes on this blog?), I am watching Four Weddings and a Funeral. I don't understand why Andie MacDowell's character is so alluring in this film. So it's a bit hard for me to get caught up in the drama and romance of her back-and-forth relationship with the ever-blinking, eyelid-fluttering Hugh Grant. Too bad, because it seems like it might have been kind of entertaining otherwise. At least John Hannah is in it. I like his accent.
There really isn't anything else I'd like to say at the moment. I'm wracking my brains, but there is nothing left. Until the next time...
Feelin' Minnesota
I bought a ticket to Minnesota next week.
That is, I bought a ticket yesterday that will get me to Minnesota next week. Geez, the English language can be so confusing if you don't wield it properly.
Anyway, don't worry, I'm not staying there. As tempting as it is to just pick up and hightail it out of LA to somewhere else, Minnesota probably wouldn't be first on my list of places to hightail it to. I don't handle cold very well, and I hear from reliable sources that Minnesota is cold. Very cold, in fact. Too cold for this California chick.
I do like the name Minnesota, though. I especially like saying it with that funny Fargo accent. You know, like this: "Minne-SOOOO-ta," where the SOOOO part sounds like you are almost trying to swallow your tongue at the same time. Try it! (Saying Minne-SOOOO-ta, I mean, not swallowing your tongue.)
So anyway, why am I going? Well, a friend of mine is getting married, and ever since I got news of her engagement, I knew I was meant to be there when she got married. I might not have thought that if she'd decided to have the wedding in, say, South America (which is where she got engaged), but Minnesota isn't too bad. And I don't usually feel that strongly about being at a wedding, so since I did this time, I thought I'd better listen to myself.
I like weddings, even though I am nearing 30 while still single and as such I am probably supposed to be bitter and hate them. I don't though. I wish I got invited to more of them (although my bank account is quite relieved that I don't), and while I admit that I hope to be the actual guest of honor one of these days (i.e., the bride), it's not such a bad thing to be in the audience cheering on a couple of people who have decided that love is a calling in and of itself that is worth following--the call to love and cherish another person for the rest of their lives.
I think that's pretty awesome, don't you?
That is, I bought a ticket yesterday that will get me to Minnesota next week. Geez, the English language can be so confusing if you don't wield it properly.
Anyway, don't worry, I'm not staying there. As tempting as it is to just pick up and hightail it out of LA to somewhere else, Minnesota probably wouldn't be first on my list of places to hightail it to. I don't handle cold very well, and I hear from reliable sources that Minnesota is cold. Very cold, in fact. Too cold for this California chick.
I do like the name Minnesota, though. I especially like saying it with that funny Fargo accent. You know, like this: "Minne-SOOOO-ta," where the SOOOO part sounds like you are almost trying to swallow your tongue at the same time. Try it! (Saying Minne-SOOOO-ta, I mean, not swallowing your tongue.)
So anyway, why am I going? Well, a friend of mine is getting married, and ever since I got news of her engagement, I knew I was meant to be there when she got married. I might not have thought that if she'd decided to have the wedding in, say, South America (which is where she got engaged), but Minnesota isn't too bad. And I don't usually feel that strongly about being at a wedding, so since I did this time, I thought I'd better listen to myself.
I like weddings, even though I am nearing 30 while still single and as such I am probably supposed to be bitter and hate them. I don't though. I wish I got invited to more of them (although my bank account is quite relieved that I don't), and while I admit that I hope to be the actual guest of honor one of these days (i.e., the bride), it's not such a bad thing to be in the audience cheering on a couple of people who have decided that love is a calling in and of itself that is worth following--the call to love and cherish another person for the rest of their lives.
I think that's pretty awesome, don't you?
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