I'll be back in MAD-TOWN next week! For one night only.
Are any or all of you available next Wednesday night?
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
wHOA
i was just perusing wedding pics, and i now want a FULL FLEDGE family reunion. i feel like i've missed out on knowing so many wonderful people in our family. the indiana boys looks a little mischievous and OH if we could get them together with paul... and you ladies SERIOUSLY looked fabulous. if only school wouldn't have gotten in the way.
somebody else needs to get married!!! know of any soon-to-be engaged (besides me, of course)?
somebody else needs to get married!!! know of any soon-to-be engaged (besides me, of course)?
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Musings
So I left a nice comment in Hayley's post. Read it. Good info in there.
Anyway, I would dlove to post more, but school's a drag and work is crazy.
My only other comment is that you need to listen to "Six Feet Under The Stars" by All Time Low. Nice little punk tune htat I think you'll dig. Especialyl the chorus of "Meet me on State Street." That's why I thought of you all. I think you can hear it here: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=1259129
But, being the cool kids you are, I'm sure you've already heard it.
I am old.
Anyway, I would dlove to post more, but school's a drag and work is crazy.
My only other comment is that you need to listen to "Six Feet Under The Stars" by All Time Low. Nice little punk tune htat I think you'll dig. Especialyl the chorus of "Meet me on State Street." That's why I thought of you all. I think you can hear it here: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=1259129
But, being the cool kids you are, I'm sure you've already heard it.
I am old.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Update to My Life
Hello family! I am finding that being in a specialized school really brings a new meaning to "being busy." I just completed my first round of tests only to get a lecture from my professor saying, "You guys won't be as smart here. You'll just learn to accept the fact that you will get worse grades." Thank you? Oh well, I can't let the haters get me down. I just need to learn better study methods.
Finally three months into school I went out on the town. It was quite an experience. The guys out here are on a whole other level. So here's the scenerio. Three classmates and I went to a bar called Gilli's last Thursday. The crowd was split between guys my age and guys my dads age. The minute I sat down to order a drink the waitress told me that the guy behind it bought it for me. While I'm not one to turn down a free drink, I had a wave of uncertainty wash over me. I could only imagine the guy who bought it. Not to my surprise, the "gentleman" was wearing a camoflage jacket and had a wad of chew in his lip. Then then attempted to smile at me without losing his chew. The ending result: a smirk that was all too ironic.
Next, the old men behind us suggested we get them a song on the jukebox because apparently these people don't appreciate some Christina, Britney, Nelly Furtado, and Justin Timberlake. I don't understand. So we picked their song which was (again not surprising) Hank Someone and Johnny Carson. Yikes! It only got better. After playing their favorite song they motioned me over. I figured my dad's friends are harmless so how bad could these guys be? Well, they asked where I was from. This is a question I have learned to loathe over the years for obvious reasons. I replied, "Beaver Crossing (in a rush), but its close to Lincoln." This second part is added because most people have no idea where Beaver is; imagine that. The dirty old man across from me then said, "I'm from Penisville, Pennsylvania." !!!!!!!!!! WTF? That is disgusting.
After that conversation I ran back to my table and told my classmates that if they knew what was good for them, they would refuse to talk to them. I then hear a whistle from somewhere behind me. This was followed by a, "Hey you!" I turned around because I was curious who was being hollared at. Big surprise, that person was me. I call whistled at TWICE like a dog. I said, "What do you want?"
Nasty Boy: "I want to talk to you."
Me: "Okay, come over here."
NB: "NO, I'm shy."
Me: "Um, yeah, I don't think so. You just whistled at me like I was a dog, so if you are going to be a whoose about it, then don't talk to me."
NB: (taken aback by my forward letdown) "Oh, okay, yeah, hold on." (turns around to consult equally ignorant buddies, gets the nod to go get that, and walks over.)
I shouldn't say this for fear of making it come true, but I doubt my husband will be met here. I'm not generalizing, these guys just really suck or have children already. Moral of the story: Mom and dad, don't worry about me being distracted by boys out here.
Finally three months into school I went out on the town. It was quite an experience. The guys out here are on a whole other level. So here's the scenerio. Three classmates and I went to a bar called Gilli's last Thursday. The crowd was split between guys my age and guys my dads age. The minute I sat down to order a drink the waitress told me that the guy behind it bought it for me. While I'm not one to turn down a free drink, I had a wave of uncertainty wash over me. I could only imagine the guy who bought it. Not to my surprise, the "gentleman" was wearing a camoflage jacket and had a wad of chew in his lip. Then then attempted to smile at me without losing his chew. The ending result: a smirk that was all too ironic.
Next, the old men behind us suggested we get them a song on the jukebox because apparently these people don't appreciate some Christina, Britney, Nelly Furtado, and Justin Timberlake. I don't understand. So we picked their song which was (again not surprising) Hank Someone and Johnny Carson. Yikes! It only got better. After playing their favorite song they motioned me over. I figured my dad's friends are harmless so how bad could these guys be? Well, they asked where I was from. This is a question I have learned to loathe over the years for obvious reasons. I replied, "Beaver Crossing (in a rush), but its close to Lincoln." This second part is added because most people have no idea where Beaver is; imagine that. The dirty old man across from me then said, "I'm from Penisville, Pennsylvania." !!!!!!!!!! WTF? That is disgusting.
After that conversation I ran back to my table and told my classmates that if they knew what was good for them, they would refuse to talk to them. I then hear a whistle from somewhere behind me. This was followed by a, "Hey you!" I turned around because I was curious who was being hollared at. Big surprise, that person was me. I call whistled at TWICE like a dog. I said, "What do you want?"
Nasty Boy: "I want to talk to you."
Me: "Okay, come over here."
NB: "NO, I'm shy."
Me: "Um, yeah, I don't think so. You just whistled at me like I was a dog, so if you are going to be a whoose about it, then don't talk to me."
NB: (taken aback by my forward letdown) "Oh, okay, yeah, hold on." (turns around to consult equally ignorant buddies, gets the nod to go get that, and walks over.)
I shouldn't say this for fear of making it come true, but I doubt my husband will be met here. I'm not generalizing, these guys just really suck or have children already. Moral of the story: Mom and dad, don't worry about me being distracted by boys out here.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Hayley and Julie
You need to find a guy like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBGIQ7ZuuiU&mode=related&search=
Friday, October 05, 2007
Well, hello again.
Sorry about my Cousin Central hiatus. I've been too busy/lazy/boring to write anything worth mentioning. A few random notes on a Friday evening:
Teaching is going well for the most part, aside from my students' lack of interest in commas and verb tenses. The question of whether to use who or whom also poses problems for many. It's a much more diverse group (skills-wise) than I anticipated. About 1/4 of the students have journalism experience already and clearly have a natural aptitude for writing and editing. My job is to help them refine their skills. About 1/2 are newbies who don't have much base knowledge beyond what they learned in high school. That's the most "coachable" group. The other 1/4 are students that make me want to ask, "Are you SURE journalism is the right field for you? What, exactly, makes you think this profession would be a good fit for you?!" I'm glad I'm doing this; I feel like it's been good for me, and I can tell the students have learned at least a LITTLE something. ;) I tell you what, though -- teaching is time-consuming as all get-out. A two-hour lecture takes at least twice as long to actually prepare for and create. Then there's grading and creating the weekly assignments and quizzes (harder than one might think).
I've started looking forward to Wednesday nights. Sunday, Monday and Tuesday evenings are spent exclusively preparing lectures for the week. On Wednesday, I can watch America's Next Top Model, grade a few papers and do a little bit of cleaning.
Superstar Andy has set up video conferencing capabilities for Hayley and me, so we're going to start doing that. We experimented with it tonight and have it working perfectly. Web cams are pretty cheap. Who wants to join us?
As I've alluded to before, 2007 has been an interesting year for me, job-wise. Now that things are finally calming down for me, Andy is dealing with a shitstorm at his workplace that looks like it'll last awhile. For the first time in a long time, though, I'm not panicking. I sense that our lives could switch directions soon, and that's kind of exciting.
What else is new? Hmm. Well, my friend Ellie and I went to the apple orchard/pumpkin patch last weekend and stocked up on caramel apples and cider. I also bought a Blue Moon pumpkin, which is a greenish-grayish-blue color. Very cool. Oh, and it's been 80+ degrees here all week. I shouldn't complain because the weather is lovely, but dangit, I want to wear my new fall clothes!
Teaching is going well for the most part, aside from my students' lack of interest in commas and verb tenses. The question of whether to use who or whom also poses problems for many. It's a much more diverse group (skills-wise) than I anticipated. About 1/4 of the students have journalism experience already and clearly have a natural aptitude for writing and editing. My job is to help them refine their skills. About 1/2 are newbies who don't have much base knowledge beyond what they learned in high school. That's the most "coachable" group. The other 1/4 are students that make me want to ask, "Are you SURE journalism is the right field for you? What, exactly, makes you think this profession would be a good fit for you?!" I'm glad I'm doing this; I feel like it's been good for me, and I can tell the students have learned at least a LITTLE something. ;) I tell you what, though -- teaching is time-consuming as all get-out. A two-hour lecture takes at least twice as long to actually prepare for and create. Then there's grading and creating the weekly assignments and quizzes (harder than one might think).
I've started looking forward to Wednesday nights. Sunday, Monday and Tuesday evenings are spent exclusively preparing lectures for the week. On Wednesday, I can watch America's Next Top Model, grade a few papers and do a little bit of cleaning.
Superstar Andy has set up video conferencing capabilities for Hayley and me, so we're going to start doing that. We experimented with it tonight and have it working perfectly. Web cams are pretty cheap. Who wants to join us?
As I've alluded to before, 2007 has been an interesting year for me, job-wise. Now that things are finally calming down for me, Andy is dealing with a shitstorm at his workplace that looks like it'll last awhile. For the first time in a long time, though, I'm not panicking. I sense that our lives could switch directions soon, and that's kind of exciting.
What else is new? Hmm. Well, my friend Ellie and I went to the apple orchard/pumpkin patch last weekend and stocked up on caramel apples and cider. I also bought a Blue Moon pumpkin, which is a greenish-grayish-blue color. Very cool. Oh, and it's been 80+ degrees here all week. I shouldn't complain because the weather is lovely, but dangit, I want to wear my new fall clothes!
Saturday, September 29, 2007
when you thought you've seen it all,....
I heard a yell out one of the windows on the third floor across the way from me in the apartment. he was telling some girls on the first floor to be quiet... he was trying to drink up there. then they proceeded to introduce themselves, both first and last names and spellings, and planned to meet up after they've had a bit more to drink.
special people live here, indeed.
in fact, i called in my first noise complaint last night. someone had already called it in, but still... i mean, i went down there and tried to find the person who lived in the apartment but there was just too many people and i could only get the attention of the dozen or so people who were yelling at each other in the hallway. oh, how i love campus living arrangements.
special people live here, indeed.
in fact, i called in my first noise complaint last night. someone had already called it in, but still... i mean, i went down there and tried to find the person who lived in the apartment but there was just too many people and i could only get the attention of the dozen or so people who were yelling at each other in the hallway. oh, how i love campus living arrangements.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Mad-town, here I come......
Ok medical type ladies and Paul.....
I'm hitting town late Thursday night and am going to be with 7 other guys. We have 2 tickets in hand and are still looking for 6 more, but I think most of the guys are going to take their chances scalping now that Iowa lost.
Anyway, most of these guys are pretty rowdy so I'm not sure what I'll have for free time (I'm going to babysitting a bit) but any recommendations for a bunch of hungry guys that want to experience "college culture." But....we are not dancers and we don't want to stick out too much. We're 27-31 in age. We are not looking to pick up ladies, we are looking to experience Madison, and sit around over a couple rounds of drinks and just hang out.
Thoughts?
I'm hitting town late Thursday night and am going to be with 7 other guys. We have 2 tickets in hand and are still looking for 6 more, but I think most of the guys are going to take their chances scalping now that Iowa lost.
Anyway, most of these guys are pretty rowdy so I'm not sure what I'll have for free time (I'm going to babysitting a bit) but any recommendations for a bunch of hungry guys that want to experience "college culture." But....we are not dancers and we don't want to stick out too much. We're 27-31 in age. We are not looking to pick up ladies, we are looking to experience Madison, and sit around over a couple rounds of drinks and just hang out.
Thoughts?
Sunday, September 09, 2007
blog slacker
It's not that I haven't been doing anything with my life lately to talk about, I just haven't been in the blog spirit lately. Classes started a week ago and so far it's not bad. My load of pharmacy goodness isn't as intense as last year. Plus twice a week I have a one credit tennis class. And Sunday afternoons I have swim lessons (my new suit is cute). Then there's yoga twice a week. And ballet probably once a week. Swing dance lessons fell through because my exam schedule messes it up. On top of all this, sailing and especially windsurfing has been fabulous lately. I'm starting to feel pretty darn confident on that sailboard.
My apartment is very messy right now as well. The family went to the Dells this past weekend for Mary's medical conference thing and I still haven't unpacked yet (got back at 8am). Paul and I had a super time on the raft rides and wave pool, though. And my father's new hobby of penny smooshing flourished. A weekend away really revitalizes you! I mean, aside from all the junk food I ate during those two days which left me feeling a little less perky than usual, I left refreshed.
So that's my story, really. One more thing - I went through an entire black ink cartridge this past week. It may be an expensive printful semester.
Have a lovely week, family.
p.s. Andy, were you able to find tickets ok? Sorry I can't be more help.
My apartment is very messy right now as well. The family went to the Dells this past weekend for Mary's medical conference thing and I still haven't unpacked yet (got back at 8am). Paul and I had a super time on the raft rides and wave pool, though. And my father's new hobby of penny smooshing flourished. A weekend away really revitalizes you! I mean, aside from all the junk food I ate during those two days which left me feeling a little less perky than usual, I left refreshed.
So that's my story, really. One more thing - I went through an entire black ink cartridge this past week. It may be an expensive printful semester.
Have a lovely week, family.
p.s. Andy, were you able to find tickets ok? Sorry I can't be more help.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Back to School
Well, I survived my first day teaching! I didn't say anything too moronic, and I didn't trip over my feet in front of everyone--now that's success! Which will I like better--being a student, or being a teacher? Time will tell, I suppose. I'm just excited to have an excuse to buy school supplies again. The Back-to-School section gets me positively giddy.
Hayley, how is your first day going? Lindsey, are you moved in yet? Wisconsinites, when do you start school?
Hayley, how is your first day going? Lindsey, are you moved in yet? Wisconsinites, when do you start school?
Saturday, August 18, 2007
The Big Move
Yesterday my parents and Lindsey helped me move all my stuff out of my apartment and into my new house in Scottsbluff. It was surprisingly a good drive out (only five and a half hours away from home). Anyway by this morning I have all of my things in order and the house is absolutely adorable. I'll put pictures on the blog after I get a digital camera this week!
I'm staying here in Scottsbluff until Sunday and then I'm driving home to spend about four more days at home. After that I'm here for good. This is all very exciting and scary all at the same time. I love feeling independent and trying new things, and I'm getting excited for school to start! But, the bad part about the move is loneliness. Yesterday I was doing great while mom and dad were here and I wasn't on the verge of tears or anything. I then called Schnookie and all was well there too. All evening my new roommate and I bonded and watched a movie together. Everything seemed fine and I was shocked, but glad. Until I went to bed. It then caught up with me that I'm really moving away from my parents, I don't know anyone here but my roommate (and I hate having to tag along all the time with her), I don't know how to navigate around Scottsbluff, and even though my phone and e-mail have kept me up to date, not seeing my family and friends is very hard.
I'm confident that things will get better, but for now I'm still adjusting.
I'm staying here in Scottsbluff until Sunday and then I'm driving home to spend about four more days at home. After that I'm here for good. This is all very exciting and scary all at the same time. I love feeling independent and trying new things, and I'm getting excited for school to start! But, the bad part about the move is loneliness. Yesterday I was doing great while mom and dad were here and I wasn't on the verge of tears or anything. I then called Schnookie and all was well there too. All evening my new roommate and I bonded and watched a movie together. Everything seemed fine and I was shocked, but glad. Until I went to bed. It then caught up with me that I'm really moving away from my parents, I don't know anyone here but my roommate (and I hate having to tag along all the time with her), I don't know how to navigate around Scottsbluff, and even though my phone and e-mail have kept me up to date, not seeing my family and friends is very hard.
I'm confident that things will get better, but for now I'm still adjusting.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Snaps to Mary for correctly identifying Sting and The Police as the artists who performed the '80s hit "Message in a Bottle."
Life has taken an unexpected, yet happy, turn in the past five days. I'm going to be a teacher--yes, you read that correctly--this fall. One of my former professors called me in a panic last Thursday because the instructor who was supposed to teach an intro course in editing backed out at the last minute. My first instinct was to say no (what do I know about teaching?), but everything lined up so perfectly that I interpreted my good luck as a sign. My boss was supportive, and woman who hired me said I could still take the vacation I had scheduled the week of Labor Day. I'm dropping my fall grad class--I think working 40+ hours a week plus teaching is enough to keep me busy.
In light of this, I'm tempted to write a new feature for the blog: The Grammar Goddess's Tip of the Week. Thoughts?
My birthday is on a Friday this year. That rules.
I'm reviewing resumes for a position that's open here. Somebody (the nephew of a professor) used smiley face and alien icons for bullet points. WTF? Are you 12?
Here's a helpful fashion tip for the ladies: DO NOT WEAR HIGH-HEELED SANDALS WITH PANTS. It looks adorable, but is very dangerous! Yesterday my pant leg got caught between my shoe and my foot, causing me to lose my balance and fall rather ungracefully to the cement floor. The adorable grad assistant who was walking behind me was convinced that I'd hurt myself very badly and needed to go to the health center. I didn't; I just muttered something about being embarrassed. The knee of my pants is scuffed and some of my nail polish rubbed off. :( (There was still a Barbie-pink streak on the floor this morning. heh.)
Life has taken an unexpected, yet happy, turn in the past five days. I'm going to be a teacher--yes, you read that correctly--this fall. One of my former professors called me in a panic last Thursday because the instructor who was supposed to teach an intro course in editing backed out at the last minute. My first instinct was to say no (what do I know about teaching?), but everything lined up so perfectly that I interpreted my good luck as a sign. My boss was supportive, and woman who hired me said I could still take the vacation I had scheduled the week of Labor Day. I'm dropping my fall grad class--I think working 40+ hours a week plus teaching is enough to keep me busy.
In light of this, I'm tempted to write a new feature for the blog: The Grammar Goddess's Tip of the Week. Thoughts?
My birthday is on a Friday this year. That rules.
I'm reviewing resumes for a position that's open here. Somebody (the nephew of a professor) used smiley face and alien icons for bullet points. WTF? Are you 12?
Here's a helpful fashion tip for the ladies: DO NOT WEAR HIGH-HEELED SANDALS WITH PANTS. It looks adorable, but is very dangerous! Yesterday my pant leg got caught between my shoe and my foot, causing me to lose my balance and fall rather ungracefully to the cement floor. The adorable grad assistant who was walking behind me was convinced that I'd hurt myself very badly and needed to go to the health center. I didn't; I just muttered something about being embarrassed. The knee of my pants is scuffed and some of my nail polish rubbed off. :( (There was still a Barbie-pink streak on the floor this morning. heh.)
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
I'll send an S.O.S to the world
Ladies and gentlemen, I am in trouble. I have writer's burnout. When 60% of your job relies on your ability to write coherently, that's a huge problem.
I've been Googling solutions to my problem. Surprisingly, most "experts" say to write more--but for yourself, not for your job. Are you effing kidding me? Writing is the last thing I feel like doing in my free time. I haven't even sent thank you notes for our lovely anniversary gifts.
This is a very miserable time in my career, for many reasons that I won't go into just in case somebody outside the Anderson world accidentally stumbles upon this. And now I'm losing the ability to do the one thing I've always been good at. :(
*ten points to the person who can name the song and artist from which my headline originated*
I've been Googling solutions to my problem. Surprisingly, most "experts" say to write more--but for yourself, not for your job. Are you effing kidding me? Writing is the last thing I feel like doing in my free time. I haven't even sent thank you notes for our lovely anniversary gifts.
This is a very miserable time in my career, for many reasons that I won't go into just in case somebody outside the Anderson world accidentally stumbles upon this. And now I'm losing the ability to do the one thing I've always been good at. :(
*ten points to the person who can name the song and artist from which my headline originated*
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Grrr!
I have had a slightly lame love life since...well pretty much forever. Other than the random guy that comes along that thinks he has a chance (I don't say this to be mean, but the maturity thing is just never there). Now I have a bigger dilemma. Here are the types of guys that have decided to fall under my spell:
- Chase- Chase was my friend that was going to school to become a Catholic priest. He went from safe and comfortable to single in about 2.2. This has left me pissed off because I no longer have a safe best friend that is male. He decided that he likes me instead which throws off our whole relationship.
- Troy- One of my brother's friends. After much debate Troy decided that he'll stop being friends with my brother in order to date me. (I tried the whole "I can't date my brother's friends, it just gets messy" routine. Wow, what a sacrifice.)
- Carson- Guy I work with that just graduated high school. Fun kid, but much too young. I told him that I'm tired of my guy friends falling for me, so now instead of saying he loves me, he says he hates me. I took Psychology 101, and I understand reverse psychology when I see it.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
quick update
i'm pretty sure i have an andy trying to pursue me. he kind of lacks maturity, but it's fun for now.
oh shoot - i'm supposed to be showering now so i can get groceries with mary at noon. more info later!
oh shoot - i'm supposed to be showering now so i can get groceries with mary at noon. more info later!
Friday, July 13, 2007
Just call me old skool
I have a love-hate relationship with technology. It’s mostly love, but sometimes I feel exhausted by the sheer amount of information I’m exposed to everyday. Since I’m in the communications field, I’m expected to know the ins and outs of the latest web use stats and YouTube videos and iWant gadgets and Facebook applications (which have seemed to multiply 1,000-fold in the last six weeks. Don’t be surprised if Yahoo or Google buys Facebook soon.)
I can’t keep up with the sheer amount of information out there. Some days I want to pull the trigger and delete my Facebook page, or at least pare down my profile information. Who the hell cares that I like Van Wilder and listen to Cake? Yet I posted like 50 photos this week … this is the love/hate/fascination/annoyance of social networking junk. Ironic, isn’t it, that I’m posting this on a blog. :)
I have to draw the line somewhere, though.
1) I don’t use the camera on my cell phone. I’m a high-res photo snob; I see no point in taking pictures that are useless because they’re grainy and poorly lit.
2) I still use a day planner made from (gasp!) paper. I’ve experimented with Google calendar, Yahoo! calendar, iCal, and the Blackberry that Andy stopped using three years ago. They do nothing for me. I get a great amount of pleasure from doodling, highlighting, and firmly pressing a black line through the finished items on my to-do list.
3) I don’t browse YouTube. I go there only when someone points out something interesting to watch.
4) I had a MySpace profile for about three weeks. I have no desire to re-join.
5) I have an e-mail Sabbath, usually on Saturday.
I can’t keep up with the sheer amount of information out there. Some days I want to pull the trigger and delete my Facebook page, or at least pare down my profile information. Who the hell cares that I like Van Wilder and listen to Cake? Yet I posted like 50 photos this week … this is the love/hate/fascination/annoyance of social networking junk. Ironic, isn’t it, that I’m posting this on a blog. :)
I have to draw the line somewhere, though.
1) I don’t use the camera on my cell phone. I’m a high-res photo snob; I see no point in taking pictures that are useless because they’re grainy and poorly lit.
2) I still use a day planner made from (gasp!) paper. I’ve experimented with Google calendar, Yahoo! calendar, iCal, and the Blackberry that Andy stopped using three years ago. They do nothing for me. I get a great amount of pleasure from doodling, highlighting, and firmly pressing a black line through the finished items on my to-do list.
3) I don’t browse YouTube. I go there only when someone points out something interesting to watch.
4) I had a MySpace profile for about three weeks. I have no desire to re-join.
5) I have an e-mail Sabbath, usually on Saturday.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
I like this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sK6X78SFi30 The clip starts getting exciting at 1:15
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Words I never thought I'd hear
Cole was shopping for furniture at Slumberland last night. Mom apparently wasn't answering her phone, so he called me to get a second opinion.
"Ashley, what do you think of a tobacco-colored couch? It has kind of a tumbled leather look."
Tobacco-colored? Tumbled leather? If he'd described it as a brown leather couch, I wouldn't have batted an eye. But Farmer Cole, talking like an HGTV host? That was unexpected. ;)
Thirty minutes later, he called again.
"What do you know about vacuum cleaners?"
"Get one that sucks!" Andy said, helpfully.
"I like Bissells and Hoovers," I said.
"Do you think I need a HEPA filter?"
What the deuce happened to my little brother?
"Ashley, what do you think of a tobacco-colored couch? It has kind of a tumbled leather look."
Tobacco-colored? Tumbled leather? If he'd described it as a brown leather couch, I wouldn't have batted an eye. But Farmer Cole, talking like an HGTV host? That was unexpected. ;)
Thirty minutes later, he called again.
"What do you know about vacuum cleaners?"
"Get one that sucks!" Andy said, helpfully.
"I like Bissells and Hoovers," I said.
"Do you think I need a HEPA filter?"
What the deuce happened to my little brother?
Sunday, June 24, 2007
when you visit...
I have a little favor to ask. Give my swimming "skills" confidence? Lately I've been wishing I had learned to become a better swimmer when I was young, because running can be a bit abusive on my knees. Since starting college I've had a couple friends teach me the basics, but I'm not comfortable enough to be able to go to the gym and do laps for a workout. And the flip turn propels water up my nose... I'd rather avoid that. The gym that's a 10 minute walk from the apartment has a pool that's open for a couple blocks of time every day - SO if there would be time, I would pay for the guest pass to get you in (it's cheap anyway) and then I would end up with a lower-impact workout.
And you're entirely allowed to tell me my idea sounds silly and I won't get discouraged.
p.s. We're going to have such a GREAT TIME when you come!! I absolutely love Madison in the summer. And there are concerts on the union terrace by the lake Thursday through Sunday... we'll definitely have to take one in. And just to be able to catch up on life and stories will be wonderful. I openly admit - I'm religiously counting down the days!
And you're entirely allowed to tell me my idea sounds silly and I won't get discouraged.
p.s. We're going to have such a GREAT TIME when you come!! I absolutely love Madison in the summer. And there are concerts on the union terrace by the lake Thursday through Sunday... we'll definitely have to take one in. And just to be able to catch up on life and stories will be wonderful. I openly admit - I'm religiously counting down the days!
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