Monday Brings Happy

Aimless post in which I say anything that enters my mind.

I bought badly-needed dress pants tonight.  Well, one pair are dressy; the other pair are cords, but my company is biz caz, so it's all cool.  Cords also double as casual anytime pants, so I get more than my money's worth.  See?  Practical.  I also bought a deeply discounted black cardigan to replace my frequently-worn 6-year-old cardigan.  Not that I will stop wearing the other one...but it could use a rest.

I'm growing to dislike the functionality of Blogger.  I actually have web space on a friend's server...but we're not really friends anymore, so I sort of shouldn't use it, right?  Also have a domain.  What does one do in such a situation?

Today was the first day of my "new" job.  Well, our new group.  It was a bit of a confusing mess, cause no one knew what to do.  It got sorted out, but we also had at least four agents in the big group out for the day, so I spent most of my time manning the phone and escalating my little heart out.  However, job life promises to look up, as I will be taking on more responsibility and learning how to do as much as I can.  My goal is to get my hands on everything, so that my knowledge base will be nothing less than awesome.  Go-getter.  Job-keeper.  Also, I've got great guidance, and willing teachers, so that rocks.

I truly dig this apartment living deal.  My neighbors are so nice.  And the young guitar player who lives below me really doesn't bother me much.  Thankfully, I can sleep through anything (as can my kids) and in the evening, I always have my earbuds and my own music.  The thing I don't like at all is other people's cooking.  Blech.  Especially the fried food.  Perhaps I should just look at it as a weight-maintenance aid.  There's a big Christmas light/decor contest in our community where you can win $100 off your rent.  If I could afford it, I'd really do it up.

Just remembered the shoes that would go wonderfully with my new cords are still at the old house.  Might need to make a trip to the NKY tomorrow night to retrieve them.  They are so comfy.

Today, I think, has been the last awesome weather day of the year.  Not bad for November 29th.  I'm in jeans and a hoodie on the balcony.  'Course, now it's starting to rain.  What can ya do?

If you've not experienced Cake's version of "I Will Survive," you really should.



I need to clip my fingernails.  I just do.

Last week, I got a great, cute winter coat for 1/2 off.

I taught Cam the meaning of "epic," and yesterday, he used the word to describe a Barenaked Ladies song.  He is one rawkin' 7-year-old.  He reminds me a lot of myself.  He listened to a whole album, while reading the lyrics, singing along.

The kids, they drive me nuts.  They challenge my patience to no end.  But they are such amazing little people.  So awesomely smart (and I don't just say that cause they're products of my womb...they really are bright, with-it beings!) and witty and interesting.  I hate, though, having to stop and remind myself to enjoy them.  To relax and just "be" with them.  Ideally, this should just come naturally to me.  But it doesn't.  I wish I could be that mom.  How to get there?  Can you train yourself to do that?  Or is it just an evolving thing?  Some people have to work at things, where with others, it comes easily.  I think this is one of those work-at situations for me.  I need a class or something.

I want to travel.

I finally picked up the bunk beds.  They are assembled (yay!) and the boys enjoyed them this past weekend. Apartment is slowly becoming a home.  Next up?  Couch and dining room table.  And rug to go beneath the table.  Paint?  Someday...

Not a paid advertisement:  Pandora really is a great way to discover new tunes and to broaden your listening library.  Free.  Enlightening.  Pandora.

I am friends with people on Facebook and I have no idea who they are.  I went to high school with them, but don't remember them no matter how hard I try.  I think I blocked out too much.

I updated my Amazon Wish List, so now you can buy me all kinds of shit for Xmas and for my birthday.  Which is January 20.  You may purchase gifts early, if you wish. 

Oh, by the way, it's supposed to snow tomorrow night.  I don't have a window scraper for my car.

I know I already told you to listen to "Honest" by The Long Winters, but it bears repeating:  listen to this song.  It is embedded in my soul, as well as this blog post:



Next time they come to Cincinnati, you won't be able to shut my mouth up about it.  I've already promised to bake them cookies for the event.  John Roderick's voice is in my head most of the day.   Love them.  Plus, a rock song with horns (or even horn arrangements on the keyboard, live)...how can it not be full of win?

I read some book pages last night...and liked it.  It's like riding a bicycle.  I will never unlearn the love of reading.  Wonder if I still love bicycle riding?

Tomorrow, I will dry my hair to the point of semi-straightness.  Everyone will be impressed and amazed.

My co-workers are used to the air-dried, messy, curly look.

Look at this picture of me, taken by Convent Studios : Photography by Blair Nunnery:

Can you believe that's actually me?  This is what a great photographer can do.  I hope to be one of those someday soon.

I've been accused of having "sticktoitedness" and I like that.  What a compliment!  I've also been told recently that a redeeming quality about me is my realness.  Love that.  Validates my being.

Happy Monday, All.