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Friday, September 30, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Quote of the Day:
"I'll leave you with my new motto...God and all things British."
You know who you are and you know how much I love you. This made me laugh out loud and realize that I can do nothing but concur.
Just think with me for a minute....
Chris Martin
Keane
Jamie Cullum
Fish & Chips
Accents
English
Prince William
Sark (on ALIAS)
Big Ben
The "lou"
The list could continue, but I thought I'd open this up for all of you now so please add your own in the comments section....
"I'll leave you with my new motto...God and all things British."
You know who you are and you know how much I love you. This made me laugh out loud and realize that I can do nothing but concur.
Just think with me for a minute....
Chris Martin
Keane
Jamie Cullum
Fish & Chips
Accents
English
Prince William
Sark (on ALIAS)
Big Ben
The "lou"
The list could continue, but I thought I'd open this up for all of you now so please add your own in the comments section....
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Weekend Review
I just thought I'd start this post by saying that I have the best friends in the whole wide world! I am incredibly blessed and deeply grateful and continuously amazed that God has filled my life with such wonderful people.
But enough of that mushy stuff...
My friend Jenni is the CHAMP!! She transformed my world and gave me a reason to laugh from now until my last days andI know you're all dying to know how it happened...so here's the scoop:
Yesterday my fellow "Jr. Staffer" friends and I decided to head to Kansas City for their annual art fair on the Plaza. In my opinion this is one of the coolest things to do in this area and if you've never been, I suggest you try it out next year. But I digress...
After a long, fun-filled day of shopping (and by "shopping" I mean, me talking Cliff into buying an $88 pair of pants at JCrew and Jenni buying a TON of cute clothes at Ann Taylor--which she got for the steal of the century--and me going home with a new Pottery Barn catalogue), perusing some amazing art stands (of which sparked my creativity and made Jenni feel like a total loser), and paying entirely too much for a cheeseburger...we made our way down to the Cheesecake Factory and then back to Starbucks where we could sit and savor both the heavenly pieces of cheesecake coupled with the perfect blend of joe.
So a few minutes pass by when, suddenly, I'm struck with a brilliant idea (that did not accompany my humility, BTW). I wasn't sure how it would be received but I decided to lay it out on the table anyway.
You see, there was this kind of off-the-wall guy working at Starbucks. When we first spotted him he was minding his own business, cleaning off tables. BUT, what caught my attention were his glasses. He had these funky, light blue, big plastic framed glasses encompassing his eye area. And this is the scene that followed...
Act 1--
Me: Hey Jenni, I dare you to go up and tell that guy that you like his glasses....ask if you can try them on...and then proceed to walk around Starbucks one time.
Jenni: (LOL)
Me: Come on. It would be hysterical.
Jenni: No, I can't do that. He might think I'm making fun of him.
Me: No he won't. Just do it.
Cliff: (Nods in agreement with Jenni)
END SCENE
ACT 2--
Funky Glasses Boy: (Approaches our table innocently, still wearing the glasses, holding a tray full of free samples of their delectable cranberry lemon cake thingy) Hey, would you guys like to try a bite of our cranberry lemon cake "thingy?" (Note: "Thingy" is used here in place of the actual name, because quite frankly, I can't remember)
Me: Yes, please. (Still thinking Jenni is not going to do it.)
Jenni: No, thank you. But, hey, I really like your glasses. Could I try them on and walk around the store once?
Me: (Dumbfounded and in awe...and trying to withhold my laughter)
Funky Glasses Boy: (Without saying a word, removes glasses and hands them to Jenni)
Jenni: (Places them on her face. Gets up, without comment, and proceeds to walk around Starbucks--greeting the other employees looking at her along the way.)
Funky Glasses Boy: (Continues to pass out samples while awaiting the return of his glasses.)
Jenni: (Returns from her round of the store...returns the glasses to Funky Glasses Boy) Thanks. I'll take one of those samples now. (Without another word, she returns confidently to her seat and laughter breaks out among her friends.)
END SCENE.
Jenni, you absolutely amaze me. Starbucks is on me next time.
PS--The pictures below are of my partners in crime and a cool building, as I attempted to tap into my "artsy-fartsy" side.
But enough of that mushy stuff...
My friend Jenni is the CHAMP!! She transformed my world and gave me a reason to laugh from now until my last days andI know you're all dying to know how it happened...so here's the scoop:
Yesterday my fellow "Jr. Staffer" friends and I decided to head to Kansas City for their annual art fair on the Plaza. In my opinion this is one of the coolest things to do in this area and if you've never been, I suggest you try it out next year. But I digress...
After a long, fun-filled day of shopping (and by "shopping" I mean, me talking Cliff into buying an $88 pair of pants at JCrew and Jenni buying a TON of cute clothes at Ann Taylor--which she got for the steal of the century--and me going home with a new Pottery Barn catalogue), perusing some amazing art stands (of which sparked my creativity and made Jenni feel like a total loser), and paying entirely too much for a cheeseburger...we made our way down to the Cheesecake Factory and then back to Starbucks where we could sit and savor both the heavenly pieces of cheesecake coupled with the perfect blend of joe.
So a few minutes pass by when, suddenly, I'm struck with a brilliant idea (that did not accompany my humility, BTW). I wasn't sure how it would be received but I decided to lay it out on the table anyway.
You see, there was this kind of off-the-wall guy working at Starbucks. When we first spotted him he was minding his own business, cleaning off tables. BUT, what caught my attention were his glasses. He had these funky, light blue, big plastic framed glasses encompassing his eye area. And this is the scene that followed...
Act 1--
Me: Hey Jenni, I dare you to go up and tell that guy that you like his glasses....ask if you can try them on...and then proceed to walk around Starbucks one time.
Jenni: (LOL)
Me: Come on. It would be hysterical.
Jenni: No, I can't do that. He might think I'm making fun of him.
Me: No he won't. Just do it.
Cliff: (Nods in agreement with Jenni)
END SCENE
ACT 2--
Funky Glasses Boy: (Approaches our table innocently, still wearing the glasses, holding a tray full of free samples of their delectable cranberry lemon cake thingy) Hey, would you guys like to try a bite of our cranberry lemon cake "thingy?" (Note: "Thingy" is used here in place of the actual name, because quite frankly, I can't remember)
Me: Yes, please. (Still thinking Jenni is not going to do it.)
Jenni: No, thank you. But, hey, I really like your glasses. Could I try them on and walk around the store once?
Me: (Dumbfounded and in awe...and trying to withhold my laughter)
Funky Glasses Boy: (Without saying a word, removes glasses and hands them to Jenni)
Jenni: (Places them on her face. Gets up, without comment, and proceeds to walk around Starbucks--greeting the other employees looking at her along the way.)
Funky Glasses Boy: (Continues to pass out samples while awaiting the return of his glasses.)
Jenni: (Returns from her round of the store...returns the glasses to Funky Glasses Boy) Thanks. I'll take one of those samples now. (Without another word, she returns confidently to her seat and laughter breaks out among her friends.)
END SCENE.
Jenni, you absolutely amaze me. Starbucks is on me next time.
PS--The pictures below are of my partners in crime and a cool building, as I attempted to tap into my "artsy-fartsy" side.
Friday, September 23, 2005
Bubble Trouble
So picture this...
It's Sunday night. The weekend is winding down. The week is winding up. And I decided to initiate the two by indulging in one of my favorite luxuries known as "bath time." Yes, I know as a kid I never enjoyed one of these simple little pleasures without kicking and screaming beforehand, but now....well, now it is a different story altogether.
You no longer will find me fighting. In fact, while overseas, you may have found me even daydreaming about what a wonderful treat it would have been to have a tub full of hot water in which to soak away my dry and dirty skin, as well as my worries of the day. (Confessional: There was one night when, in my stubborn determination, I decided to try and make that dream a reality and it took me carrying buckets of water back and forth, several times, until the tub was a little bit full...and me arriving to find that the time in between had caused the resting water to quickly cool...yeah, good times.)
Well, now...I'm thousands of miles away from CA and I am currently living in what I have deemed, "the palace." Not only is it an amazingly beautiful house, but it also comes complete with a HUGE jacuzzi tub *with jets. (Yes, K-town peops...sorry. I'm not trying to rub it in, promise.)
So, as I started to explain way earlier in this post, on Sunday night I set out for a nice relaxing soak in the tub. Now, of course I've taken baths in this thing numerous times and each time I used this wonderful Taihitian bath milk stuff. It's great. Well, the other night I wanted to mix things up a bit and I decided to use some of my enchanted apple bath gel/bubbles.
All of this, was good and fine. The candles were lit. The music was softly playing in the background. It was exactly how you see it on the movies or envision it in your daydreams. And I even remember thinking to myself how amazingly blessed I was to live in such a place.
And then it happened.
I turned on the jets.
And as I laid there, basking in the moment with my cool eye mask on....the bubbles (unbeknownst to me) had begun to rise. (I'm sure all you smart people out there are thinking, "Duh. Jets and bubbles don't mix.) Well, let's just say I'm not so smart.
When I finally opened my eyes, bubbles were overflowing out of the tub and spilling on to the floor...and up the side of the wall....and, well, they were pretty much EVERYWHERE!
45 minutes later I had managed to beat the bubbles back down the drain...and even though I considered trying it all again (this time without the bubble bath), I realized that only cold water remained. So I gave up, dried off, and went to bed.
Next time, I'm going to call housekeeping.
The End.
It's Sunday night. The weekend is winding down. The week is winding up. And I decided to initiate the two by indulging in one of my favorite luxuries known as "bath time." Yes, I know as a kid I never enjoyed one of these simple little pleasures without kicking and screaming beforehand, but now....well, now it is a different story altogether.
You no longer will find me fighting. In fact, while overseas, you may have found me even daydreaming about what a wonderful treat it would have been to have a tub full of hot water in which to soak away my dry and dirty skin, as well as my worries of the day. (Confessional: There was one night when, in my stubborn determination, I decided to try and make that dream a reality and it took me carrying buckets of water back and forth, several times, until the tub was a little bit full...and me arriving to find that the time in between had caused the resting water to quickly cool...yeah, good times.)
Well, now...I'm thousands of miles away from CA and I am currently living in what I have deemed, "the palace." Not only is it an amazingly beautiful house, but it also comes complete with a HUGE jacuzzi tub *with jets. (Yes, K-town peops...sorry. I'm not trying to rub it in, promise.)
So, as I started to explain way earlier in this post, on Sunday night I set out for a nice relaxing soak in the tub. Now, of course I've taken baths in this thing numerous times and each time I used this wonderful Taihitian bath milk stuff. It's great. Well, the other night I wanted to mix things up a bit and I decided to use some of my enchanted apple bath gel/bubbles.
All of this, was good and fine. The candles were lit. The music was softly playing in the background. It was exactly how you see it on the movies or envision it in your daydreams. And I even remember thinking to myself how amazingly blessed I was to live in such a place.
And then it happened.
I turned on the jets.
And as I laid there, basking in the moment with my cool eye mask on....the bubbles (unbeknownst to me) had begun to rise. (I'm sure all you smart people out there are thinking, "Duh. Jets and bubbles don't mix.) Well, let's just say I'm not so smart.
When I finally opened my eyes, bubbles were overflowing out of the tub and spilling on to the floor...and up the side of the wall....and, well, they were pretty much EVERYWHERE!
45 minutes later I had managed to beat the bubbles back down the drain...and even though I considered trying it all again (this time without the bubble bath), I realized that only cold water remained. So I gave up, dried off, and went to bed.
Next time, I'm going to call housekeeping.
The End.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Trouble in Scrapbook Land
So I promised a post on scrapbooking (and the convention) to some people about a million years ago. Unfortunately, inspiration just never seems to strike me at the right time when it comes to blogging about something so profound...so personal. ;-) I wish Matt and Ben were here to inspire...but I know my wishing is in vain.
And so for the past 3 days I've had my kitchen table covered with an assortment of the coolest prints on paper...special adhesives to meet any variety of needs...a box full of embellishments, ranging from the newest rub-on letters, tags, threads, etc. And still, I have nothing. My pages remain half done (or half begun--depending on how you look at it). Even thinking back to the classes at the convention in which I learned all sorts of new techniques...I still have nothin. No "creative moments...err keepsakes" here. Just the hope. The hope that one day, I'll have a complete book full of beautiful layouts that accompany the amazing memories of that very special trip.
Here's to that day.
And so for the past 3 days I've had my kitchen table covered with an assortment of the coolest prints on paper...special adhesives to meet any variety of needs...a box full of embellishments, ranging from the newest rub-on letters, tags, threads, etc. And still, I have nothing. My pages remain half done (or half begun--depending on how you look at it). Even thinking back to the classes at the convention in which I learned all sorts of new techniques...I still have nothin. No "creative moments...err keepsakes" here. Just the hope. The hope that one day, I'll have a complete book full of beautiful layouts that accompany the amazing memories of that very special trip.
Here's to that day.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
The Break Up
Dear Harry Connick, Jr.,
I'm not quite sure how to begin this letter, so I'll just cut straight to the point. Are you ready? Here it goes...
I am breaking up with you.
Now, please don't cry. You and I both know this has been coming for a long time. I've hardly listened to you in the past couple of years, and it's just...well...I've moved on.
Yes, I know that you were there for me through my most formidable years at Lincoln. (I also know that I almost liked another guy just because he looked like you...kind of.) And yes, I remember that concert in St. Louis. The way you played those instruments and sang just for me...even when I was sitting on the lawn. You were, and are, so special to me.
But you see, I have found someone else.
Call me when you get this.
Much Love,
L
PS--His name is Jamie Cullum.
I'm not quite sure how to begin this letter, so I'll just cut straight to the point. Are you ready? Here it goes...
I am breaking up with you.
Now, please don't cry. You and I both know this has been coming for a long time. I've hardly listened to you in the past couple of years, and it's just...well...I've moved on.
Yes, I know that you were there for me through my most formidable years at Lincoln. (I also know that I almost liked another guy just because he looked like you...kind of.) And yes, I remember that concert in St. Louis. The way you played those instruments and sang just for me...even when I was sitting on the lawn. You were, and are, so special to me.
But you see, I have found someone else.
- He's younger. OK, not like Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher younger. But we'll say mid-twenties.
- He's British--and you KNOW how I love accents.
- He's NOT married to a Victoria's Secret supermodel.
- Did I mention, he's British?
- He plays the piano like a pro and sings like an angel.
- And, well, he's my newest love.
Call me when you get this.
Much Love,
L
PS--His name is Jamie Cullum.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Confessional
To all of you who have read some of my past posts (i.e. the one about my really bad hair cut and the other one about koolats)...This is my confessional...
My "really bad haircut"....wasn't really the worst I've ever received. In fact, after a day, and a chance to style it myself, it didn't even come close to that category. I think I might have been a tad bit overdramatic at the time. (Yes, I know, that's sooo unlike me!) But I do definitely have bangs that I would rather not have. Still, what are ya gonna do?! My apologies to all of you who joined in my misery. And my gratitude to all of you who cared enough to ask. I guess the moral of the story is that life goes on...even with bad hair. (Profound, huh?) HA!
And, I guess while I'm making confessions...I have to lay it all on the line....(K-town Gang, this is kind of like my "deepest darkest sin in 60 seconds...GO!) --
The other day I tried on a pair of "koolats." Yes, I know I made fun of them before, but I promise they have become cuter over the summer. Maybe they were meant for the in-between season, such as we are in at the moment. (You know, not really summer, but not quite fall?) And yes,Tricks , you were right. I do have a tendency to fall victim to the latest fashion trends. Don't worry though...I didn't buy any
....YET.
My "really bad haircut"....wasn't really the worst I've ever received. In fact, after a day, and a chance to style it myself, it didn't even come close to that category. I think I might have been a tad bit overdramatic at the time. (Yes, I know, that's sooo unlike me!) But I do definitely have bangs that I would rather not have. Still, what are ya gonna do?! My apologies to all of you who joined in my misery. And my gratitude to all of you who cared enough to ask. I guess the moral of the story is that life goes on...even with bad hair. (Profound, huh?) HA!
And, I guess while I'm making confessions...I have to lay it all on the line....(K-town Gang, this is kind of like my "deepest darkest sin in 60 seconds...GO!) --
The other day I tried on a pair of "koolats." Yes, I know I made fun of them before, but I promise they have become cuter over the summer. Maybe they were meant for the in-between season, such as we are in at the moment. (You know, not really summer, but not quite fall?) And yes,
....YET.
The End
Summer days are gone too soon...shoot the moon and miss completely. ~ Norah Jones
Even though the temps are still up in the 90's (with high humidity lingering on here in MO), fall is beginning to stir. And do you want to know how I know this? (Besides, of course Jane, my amazing meteorological intuitions)...Here are the tangible signs...
The end of summer is upon us, my friends. May the change be good for us all.
Oh yeah, P.S.--Autumn, please don't be a tease. You know how much I love sweaters.
Even though the temps are still up in the 90's (with high humidity lingering on here in MO), fall is beginning to stir. And do you want to know how I know this? (Besides, of course Jane, my amazing meteorological intuitions)...Here are the tangible signs...
- CANDY CORN (the autumn mix)--I can't tell you how excited I was the other day when I went to Wal-Mart and found the aisles stocked with Halloween Candy--esp. my fav!
- FALL BLENDS-- Pumpkin Spice Lattes are now being served in Starbucks (just a little FYI)
- APPLES--In my refrigerator...at this moment...would be a 1/2 gallon of "fresh-from-the-orchard" apple cider. I LOVE THAT STUFF! (It almost makes a trip back to IL with gas at $3 a gallon worth it.)
The end of summer is upon us, my friends. May the change be good for us all.
Oh yeah, P.S.--Autumn, please don't be a tease. You know how much I love sweaters.
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