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Wednesday, December 29, 2004
To Help
Here are some of the places that are taking donations to help those affected by the Tsunami in Indonesia:

To provide assistance to the victims of the earthquake and tsunami along the Indian Ocean, send donations to, or contact, one of these agencies:

P.O. BOX 60789
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People can be so lame
I have a number of blogs bookmarked that I read every morning when I log on at work. I kept looking at them either because they were well-written, about something I find interesting, or just so lame that you can't help looking. Sometimes I post a comment. The comments are never mean, as far as I recall. Comments are the part of this blog medium that I like best. It makes it more an interactive exercise than a journal. If you don't want comments, either do what Invisible Ben did, or write in a friggin' spiral-bound notebook and hide it between your mattress. Whether or not you want your blog to be for just you and your friends and your own inside jokes, you're posting your life on the mf-ing internet. You get what you get, it isn't a slam book.

Because I don't want to start a feud, I won't link to the blog/blogger I'm talking about, but this said person wrote a post on her feelings about a guy, whether he loved her truly or just thought he did, whether she wanted to love him back, etc. etc. Her posts are always intelligent, well-crafted, and funny, that's why I read her blog in the first place. Sometimes at the end of her post she'll say "any advice?" Well, apparently she meant "do any of the people who are my friends and read my blog even though I've probably told them all this already in person have any advice for me?" I thought I had something worthwhile to contribute, so I posted a comment. She didn't think said comment was worthwhile and she deleted it, which is fair enough. But then she felt like she had to post on how she writes pretending that no one out there exists, that she doesn't want advice, and that she's going to continue deleting comments.

Well, needless to say, great writer or not, hers is not a blog that I'm going to bother reading anymore. I know that not only will she not care, she'll be glad. It just really rubbed me the wrong way. I thought that I was unbelievably self-centered, but that has to take the cake. I hope the guy that loves her reads her blog.
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A Cry for Help
OK, I need to borrow someone's genius for a second because mine seems to be on the fritz.

I'll start with background. My mom lives alone. Granted I spend quite a few nights there, but technically she lives alone. She's old(ish) and small, her back hurts a lot and, probably most important, she's really meek.

The townhouse she lives in is attached to another house on both sides. There's a tiny front porch. Leading up to this porch is an L-shaped sidewalk bordered on the side toward the street by a likewise L-shaped "garden" about 3 or four feet wide.

Now whether they are ignorant, stupid, careless, or whathaveyou I've seen her neighbors to the left (closest to this garden) walk from their yard straight through our garden and walk across my mom's private sidewalk to cross our driveway and visit a neighbor down the road. They're practically crossing about 2 feet in front of her front window when they do this. They do it in the summer when we have flowers there, they do it in the winter when there is snow's really pretty fucking annoying. And to top it off, when my brother, D, was visiting he installed and wired those lights that are dug into the ground in a series and turn on by a timer to light the walkway--and they STEP ON these too! They crash the lids off, they knock the light right off the stem..gah! I'm always bending over to put them back together and one of these days they're just going to plain break. My mom paid for them, my brother took part of his vacation to install them, and our lousy neighbors have taken it upon themselves to destroy them--whether it's the neighbors themselves or their mangy cats that lie on my mother's porch.

Now you're thinking, well, obviously someone has to say something to the neighbors. We have. In fact, mom said something to another neighbor who was dragging the cord of a power washer across the flowers in the our garden to the above neighbor's house and she got called a bitch, he knocked on her window so he could yell and scream some more, and now she's afraid every time she sees him.

We've basically become resigned to the fact that they just plain suck and they're going to walk through the garden no matter what. But I'd at least like to keep the lanterns in working order. I was thinking that I'd like to create some sort of box with holes in it to surround them with which is somehow anchored deep in the ground (and ideally would, if they stepped on it, explode like a landmine and burst into flames, catching them on fire so I can watch them run screaming into the night)and I need some design and execution ideas. Help?
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Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Burning Question
OK Bloggers:

When life is just going along it's normal track...
When nothing funny happens to you or anyone else you know...
When things are a bit short of amazing...

Do you

a) not post?
b) write a post noting how normal and uninteresting things are?
c) make up something?

P.S. Don't even think about saying I should discuss the current political climate, oh serious one.
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Thursday, December 23, 2004
He might like to paint me, but I don't think I would like the results!
You have the Reynolds girl look. Reynolds girls had
the typical British beauty. The eighteenth
century British portrait painters would have
been attracted by your brilliant complexion and
your classical features. Sir Joshua Reynolds
loved to paint girls like you in white dresses
with blue satin sashes. Reynolds and other
portrait painters of his time also portrayed
blue eyed, dark-haired girls, and golden-haired
ones too, plus the occasional red-head. The
following painters would have painted you; Sir
Joshua Reynolds and Sir Thomas Lawrence.

'Pretty As A Picture' - Which Artist Would Paint You?
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Wednesday, December 22, 2004
And in this corner....weighing in at...
I almost didn't go to WW today. All the Christmas goodies I ate...

I lost 3.6 pounds in a week.

Normally you lose like that at first, then it slows down to like a pound or two a week. I'll take it.

Yay me!!!
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The Authority Saga Continues
My loyal and devoted readers might remember my fairly recent fight with Hyundai (and here, and here) and more specifically Fred Beans Hyundai of Doylestown, PA. I have a copy of my check from Hyundai Motor America in a frame on my desk to gloat over; however, Fred Beans itself has never acknowledged my letter at all. I don't know if Hyundai contacted them or not, either. Despite all that, I learned something rather gratifying today. When you Google Fred Beans, my complaint letter appears as the 7th link down on the first page (I submitted it to so, with any luck, a lot of people are seeing it when they look up the dealership!

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I Would Even Have Children for this Man
Oh the things I could think of to do to Dierks Bentley!

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Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Another List I Liked
Got this emailed to me, don't know where it came from (personally I think most of it should/could apply to men, too):

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE old love she can imagine going back to..

and one who reminds her how far she has come...


...enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to...


...something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...


...a youth she's content to leave behind...


...a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age...


...a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE friend who always makesher laugh...
and one who lets her cry...


...a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family..


...eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored..


..a feeling of control over her destiny...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW. to fall in love...
without losing herself

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... to quit a job,

break up with a lover,

confront a friend without ruining the friendship...

and how to change a tire!!!!!!!


...when to try harder... and

when to walk away...


...that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents...


...that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...


...what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...


...whom she can trust,

whom she can't,

and why she shouldn't take it personally...


...where to go—

be it to her best friend's kitchen table.

or a charming inn in the woods—

when her soul needs soothing..


...what she can and can't accomplish in a day a month...and a year...

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I Really Must be an Idiot...
To join Weight Watchers two weeks before Christmas. Weigh-in tomorrow should be interesting. I'm now going with the theory that at least I'll be doing better than if I wasn't trying at all...

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Monday, December 20, 2004
A Little Thing that Makes Me Happy
--Most of the time, when I have to put my state into a drop down list all I have to do is type "P" and it's already Pennsylvania. No scrolling.

What's your little thing?
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Friday, December 17, 2004
Well, the picture of me came out horrid. It looks like one of my eyes is bigger than the other. So I'm not going to post it. I could show you my sign, I guess, but it just said "Wise Men Seek Me" so there's really no point. It got a lot of laughs which was the point. The luncheon was OK...lukewarm roast beef and someone from someone's church playing Holiday songs on a Casio keyboard. Oh, and we got shirts with our logo.

Apparently at some point in the company's past they had huge off-site holiday parties with booze and you could even bring your significant other. I suppose I'd rather know I'm going to have a job next week than have a big holiday shin-dig...but still.

Tonight I'm having dinner with my co-worker and his wife. Then we are going to watch all of Bing Crosby's holiday movies!! Yay! WWBD? What Would Bing Do? We love him!

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It is Done!
I have created my star headgear and my sign. Hope to have pictures after the luncheon.
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Thursday, December 16, 2004's a Theory Anyway
Apparently, in my secret heart of hearts I am:

The name of the rose
Umberto Eco: The Name of the Rose. You are a
mystery novel dealing with theology, especially
with catholic vs liberal issues. You search
wisdom and knowledge endlessly, feeling that
learning is essential in life.

Which literature classic are you?
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Duck and Cover!
Work is so weird today! It's like everyone is on edge, for some reason. Every time I turn a corner there is a new drama brewing. I guess the Christmas rush has finally gotten to everyone. Things that people would typically just laugh off are getting under their skin.

I'm just sort of cruising along, doing my own thing, and trying to avoid interacting with anyone. I stare at my monitor and leave my headphones on. And I hate to disparage my own wonderful sex, but it's not the men who are going berserk, it's the women who are getting snippy and grumpy. I'll just talk to all my guys and run the other way when I see any of the ladies.


Tomorrow is our holiday luncheon. I have this glittery Star of Bethlehem hanging from the ceiling in my office. I want to find a way to rig it so that when I walk into the luncheon, it's hanging above my head so I can say "wise men seek me."
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Ok, I promise not to post every thing I make, but how cute is this baby hat. I did it on this weird knitting "loom" contraption that I bought the other day. Posted by Hello
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Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Back on the Wagon
Today during my lunch hour I went back to Weight Watchers. Last year I lost 30 or so pounds doing WW and then that thing happened and I sort of stopped caring for a while. Then it just got easy not to go to meetings, then I couldn't afford to sign-up again, then I just got REALLY good at making excuses.

I'm still 20 pounds lighter than the first time I stepped on the WW scale--and I still fit in the clothes I bought after losing the weight, but I really need to be held accountable again. I felt so much more self-confident, and—more importantly—in control while I was on it, even when I had plateaued and wasn't really losing any weight for a bit. So I went back. I paid for 9 weeks to assure that I wouldn't cop out for at least that long. Hopefully before I go back to Texas I'll be down to where I was when I left WW. There's a few people down there who need to exhibit some regret. *wink, nudge*

I'll keep you all appraised of my progress.

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Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Here are two of my more recent scarf projects. I've actually got a bit of a business on the side. I have $125 worth a scarf orders with about $105 with of yarn. I won't spend the $20 all in one place. Still it's fun. Posted by Hello
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Fuzzy, Soft, and Goes with Everything! Posted by Hello
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Looks really long in this picture! Posted by Hello
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Pink, Fuzzy and very soft! Posted by Hello
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Chapter the Third: In which the Protagonist realizes she is Content.
I have more pictures of the New York Trip, but maybe I'll save those for later.

Sunday morning, riding home on the train, Meg and I were both pretty quiet, possibly because we were still exhausted. I was going over in my mind all we had seen and done. The crowds were really amazing. I know it can't always be quite that crowded, but isn't there something like 5 million people living on that tiny island?

Then driving home from the train station, I was really aware, for some reason, of all the little personal landmarks I developed from living in the same general area for 26 years——this is the road I learned to drive on; that's the store where I bought my prom dress——and I found myself smiling.

It used to drive me crazy. My first job after I graduated from college was at a bookstore. I remember sitting at our holiday dinner listening to two more-than-middle-aged women talking about their high-school friends, and realizing that both of them had lived within a 10 mile radius of their high-school for their entire lives. It seemed like a death sentence! I wanted to be out there, I wanted to see things, I wanted to live in a flat in London, a studio in New York City, a townhouse in SanFranciso.

A few months later I was living in Texas with my brother and then on my own: exploring the city of Austin, finding a real job, getting myself into mounds of credit card debt. I was pretty much "out there." Very homesick at first, quite miserable in fact...but out there. Things got a lot easier, but the longer I lived there the more sure I was that eventually I would go home. It was more than homesickness, it was knowing where I belonged. I wasn't unhappy during my 2 years in Texas, I just knew it wasn't where I was supposed to be. My father dying was the main factor in my actually moving back to Pennsylvania. I hated to think of my mother all alone out there, and in all honesty, during that time I think I needed to be with her as much as she needed me.

Now I've been living back in PA for 4 years. I love it here. I like knowing what deer, foxes, raccoons, and possums really look like (even if they're mostly dead in the middle of the road). I like being close to friends I've known for most of my life. I like having an aerial map of most of Eastern Pennsylvania in my head. I like sleeping in my old bed on the weekends and then going out to breakfast with my mom. I don't mind not being street smart, because I know what the air smells like just before it's going to snow.

There are still things I want to do, of course. I'd still love to work for a publishing house in London. I want to see as much of the world as I can. I always want to be learning. Those two months that I lived in Glastonbury, even if the love has gone out of them and the memories hurt right now, were still two of the best months of my life. But what I realized when I spent a weekend in crowded Manhattan is that while I might end up living somewhere else for years, I know where my home is.
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Monday, December 13, 2004
Girls in Gotham
The trip to New York was a grand success. The city (especially 5th Ave.) was absolutely wall-to-wall with people and beautifully decked out for the holidays. You had to screw your courage to the sticking point while you were waiting to cross the street, and looking across at the sea of people all wanting to go in the opposite direction in the same 15 square feet as you. Megan and I walked our way up from Penn Station and all along 5th Avenue, passing Rockefeller Center on the way. We went to the ice skating rink and the zoo in Central Park--where we also saw James Carville jogging. His wife, Mary, was nowhere in sight, but it doesn't really surprise me that they need alone time. We saw the window displays at Sak's. We hung out for a bit in Grand Central station, and then watched the rich people all dressed up for a ball going into the Hyatt Grand Hotel. We took a car home and had New York pizza late at night and chatted with my Gram. We fell into bed exhausted, and (speaking for both of us) our feet still hurt today. Very good times, but I don't think I could live every day in all that bustle.

Of note:
  • We paid $16.99 for a hamburger and french fries at TGI Fridays
  • I got stuck in the revolving door at Trump Tower, causing the entire entrance process to come to a complete and screeching halt while I tried to get myself on the same side of the door as my huge backpack. This occurrence was only mildly embarrassing. *ahem* I had to carry this stupid pack around with me all day. (Traveler's tip: there are no lockers in Penn Station.)
  • There is a Lush in NYC. This was probably the best discovery since Lewis and Clark went canoeing.
  • Scarves in Sak's Fifth Ave must be infinitely superior to scarves anywhere else because they cost $400. Rent or a scarf, reeeent or a scaaaaarf?
  • My Grandmom was a really cool girl in her day.
Enjoy the pictures.

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Megan and I had a great time in New York city this weekend! Posted by Hello
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No comment. Posted by Hello
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Megan, who loves her Irish Setters very much. Posted by Hello
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Me by a pretty fountain filled with lit up trees, which you can't really tell are lit up in this picture. Posted by Hello
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Pretty self-explantory. I think this was the corner of 5th Ave. and 53rd St. Check out the pigeons hoping the horse is messy. Posted by Hello
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This is the door to St. Patrick's Cathedral. As you can see, Manhattan was filled to the brim with people and cars. Posted by Hello
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I took a lot of pictures in NYC. I will freely admit I do not have a great photographic eye. But I have to admit, I'm quite pleased with this shot. The curve of the branch exactly echoed the curve of the arch on the church across the street. This is in Central Park somewhere. Posted by Hello
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Friday, December 10, 2004
Muh: A Ramble
Last night I was supposed to meet my friend Cara in Chestnut Hill (a surprisingly quaint and nice place to shop, considering it's a section of Philly) for dinner and some window/Christmas shopping. It ended up being rainy and really blechy out, so we decided to reschedule.

I ended up just going home and hanging out with myself all night. This doesn't really bother me. I've never really had a problem with staying in more than I go out or spending time alone. Sometime I wonder if I should have a problem with it. For instance, my housemate came home, went out, came home, and went out again at around 10pm and came home around 2am I think. To me, coming in that late on a regular basis (which she does) on a night when I have to work the next morning (which she does) just means walking around the whole next day feeling grumpy, and unpleasantly like all I want to do is sleep. But she seems happy. She has a ton of friends, mainly guys, her mobile phone is always ringing, etc... As a young woman, should I want this?

I'd say I have about 5 close friends that I hang out with on a semi-frequent basis. None of them really know each other, so I'm usually hanging out with one at a time. This suits me and my personality well, I think. Of course I have a longer set of acquaintances...Blah blah blah.

Sometimes I wonder, though. As in, yes, you should "consider your life happy and on track even if it doesn't involve a mortgage or a man," and I'm not terribly worried about the mortgage part. But a man would be nice. I have a sneaking suspicion that you have to go out to meet people. Everyone will tell you "it's when you stop looking that it always happens." Well that's all well and good, but somehow I don't think a guy is going to come knock on my door and ask to sit next to me while I knit scarves in my flannel pajamas.

The last time I went out out, some over-hairsprayed, big haired, New Jersey chick thought I was cramping her humping style on the dance floor and poured her beer over my shoulder. This is not fun. I did not meet any guys.

We all know, or can guess, how my experiences went...

So I stay in, occasionally meeting a friend for dinner or trolling a bookstore. I think I am doomed to singlehood.
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Thursday, December 09, 2004
Hey, it's OK
I really like this list I found in the October 2004 issue of Glamour.

It's called "Hey, it's OK" and it's on their "100% Guilt-Free Page"

Hey It's OK...

...if your roots are coming in a different color these days. get so excited about a guy you haven't even met yet. The world needs more enthusiasm, not to mention faith. ask your cubicle mate if she'd like to play the quiet game today. Just not in those exact words. Suffer from Scrabble rage. have a coffee-and-cupcake lunch. You'll get some greens in at dinner. take a couple of days off to mourn the death of your dog--er...have the flu. consider your life happy and on track even if it doesn't involve a mortgage or a man. fall asleep with yor makeup on fairly regularly.

...not to want to see your neighbor's vacation photos. be moved to tears by a well-timed hug.

I especially need to remember the 7th one!
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Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Kodak Christmas
This weekend my best friend, Megan, and I are going to take the train into New York City and spend the weekend. My Grandma lives in Queens, so we'll have a place to stay and I'll get to see Gram for the holidays.

I have all these "Kodak Moments" in my mind——as my brother says——of how this trip is going to be. Meg and I met in our senior year of high school and we were pretty much inseparable through boyfriends, breakups, grandparents dying, you name it, we were (and are) always there for each other. I moved to Texas a year after I graduated from college and I lived there for about 2 years. During that time Meg moved in with her boyfriend. Then my father died and I moved back home. Things were very different.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not whining. I am adult enough to realize that all friendships change as people's lives change. The great part of our friendship is that we haven't grown apart, even though we don't get to see each other as frequently as before. As soon as we are together we are together in our own little Meg and Lori world filled with inside jokes and memories and just good fun. We joke when we see little old lady pairs in shops, restaurants, or the mall, saying "that's going to be us someday." And it probably will be.

But we really don't get to spend that much time together anymore. Number one, Meg is working really hard at 3 jobs and striving to finish her degree and be a Medical Technician. Number two, is that her boyfriend, for whatever reason (and I'm definitely not saying that I haven't done anything to cause this) really doesn't like me very much, or, perhaps, is threatened by our friendship. Maybe he just genuinely doesn't like to spend any free time away from her because he loves her so much. Whatever the reason, this weekend in NYC is a big deal that took planning and calendar checking, and Meg ignoring the fact that Dave doesn't really want her to go. So I want it to be really good.

I want to window shop down 5th Ave with a light snow falling around us. I want to ice skate around the tree in Rockefeller Center. I want to take the Big Red Bus Tour to see the lights and decorations. I want to talk about shoes and clothes and boys and silly girly things. I want us to be like Carrie and Miranda, dammit.

I wonder if I'm only going to set myself up for disappointment. Maybe I should lower my expectations and just enjoy the rare time together, whatever it brings. It's sure as hell not going to snow, it's been like 60 degrees (15.5 C) lately and it hasn't stopped raining in days.
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Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Lori Randolph Hearst
Oh I'm so excited! I have been put in charge of doing the layout for our brand new company newsletter. I've even been given Microsoft Publisher to work with, after complaining heavily about the constraints of Microsoft Word for such projects.

This is my thing, you see. I am completely in my glory and totally focused in on this to the exclusion of my real job of editing. Those damn court deadlines can wait, right? The best part is, because I've got an awesome supervisor with a sense of humor, it's not just going to be a dull and dry "4th Quarter Earnings were up, Biff now works in the IT Department" newsletter. It's going to be bright and funny and brilliant!

There's about 7 or 8 of us on the newsletter committee, and I hope I'm not stepping on anyone's toes. They are using a lot of my ideas, and I'm trying hard to listen as well as give input at the meetings. They don't like my name for the newsletter, though, which I was disappointed about.
I'll post a page when the final layout is in. Sometimes I wish I could work for a big corporation, just doing their newsletter, but then it would probably stop being fun, wouldn't it?
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Friday, December 03, 2004
Analyze This!
So I had this really bizarre dream last night. I don't know if this happens with everyone, but most of my dreams come complete with this background story like each one is only an episode.

In this dream I was a poor girl living in this small shack with my family. I was the caretaker for everyone, we lived in some sort of a wilderness on the far outskirts of a wealthy town. The nasty townspeople called us "dirt farmers" because the land was unproductive. I had a beautiful younger sister whom one of the nasty townsmen wanted to steal and marry.

I know this sounds like I'm making it up, but seriously, my mind just has a field day when I'm asleep.

Ok so that was the back story, somehow in the dream, I just knew all this in my mind, the way you know your own past.

Now in this dream I'm trying to cook our dinner on this open fire grill. It's a few measly fish. By the time I peel the skin off there is only about a 3 inch square piece of meat on each of the two fish. I try to grill them, but they keep slipping through the cracks of the grill. So I pile the coals on the seat of our only rocking chair. I am attempting to slide a spatula under the fish and carry them from the grill to place them directly on the coals in the rocking chair. I keep dropping the fish. One side of the fish is coated with dirt, but it's all the food we have. I'm thinking I have to find my sister because this is the time when that man comes around, but I also have to pick up the fish coated with dirt because our floor is dirt. I try to put the fish dirt-side down on the coals but the chair rocks back and the fish slip through the slats in the chair. The nasty townsman is trying to get in yelling "I know you're in there "dirt farmers." I hope my sister is far away. Then I wake up.

So that's a pretty intricate dream even for me. At the very least I'm usually myself in my dreams and the interactions take place with people I know. This was a different place, a different time, and a whole different cast of characters.
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Thursday, December 02, 2004
The Life
I worked from home for the first half of the day today. I could really get used to that. Woke up, threw some laundry in, stayed in my PJs. Spent the morning reading a 97 page report sitting on the couch with the laptop and mugs of hot tea. No interruptions, no pages, no fire drills. It made me remember that I acutally ENJOY editing.

When I went into work around lunch time, because I had to fax and mail some things and use the data base, I was much happier and much more productive. It's now slightly past 5pm and I'm not chomping at the bit to get the hell out of this building.

Take note Employer's and HR directors: Let us work the way that works best for us. As long as we get things done, you shouldn't care where we are doing them.
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Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Decorating Frenzy
Last night I went wild at Target and bought cute Christmas decorations for the house to add to the slightly tacky, but mesmorizing, fibre optic table tree that my Aunt gave me last year. This is really the first year I've had any interest in decorating the place where I technically reside. Usually I'm satisfied to decorated at mom's. But my relationship with this roommate is so much better, and I actually enjoy spending time there so the trip to Target was made.

I went all pre-jailed Martha Stewart and put up garland and tinkly balls on our stair railing inside and lights on the outside bush.

Then I found out my roommate is Jewish.
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Do you believe?
Today during a meeting at work (as an aside about meetings, I like to keep track of the corporate buzz words, this meeting's phrase was "geographic hot teams") my daydreaming was brought quickly to a halt and talk abruptly stopped when we all heard BOOOOOM BABOOM Boom boom—as the ceiling vibrated and the doors of our conference room shook loudly. My honest to goodness first thought was "reindeer?" So it's official, I have the Christmas spirit.

What I said out loud though was "it sounds like something big just rolled across the roof." Sure enough one of our HUGE skylights detatched (there is a wind advisory today, but it's not like a hurricane or anything) and rolled across the roof, taking pieces of the roof with it and leaving our library exposed to the elements. Isn't that exciting? PAGE: "Gus to the Library, with a ladder and your hip waders please."

Good thing noone was standing in the library... "Hey Judy, can you find me that book on....Judy? JUUUUUDY!" As Judy goes flying through the window and and into the great blue yonder, tightly clutching the 2004 Restraint Systems Encyclopedia.

And you wonder how I can look forward to work each day?
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Clickety Clack
That's the sound my knitting needles make when I really get going. I learned how to knit two years ago, before it got really trendy and all the stars started doing it in between filming scenes. I started it about the same time I went on Weight Watchers and it was a really good device for keeping me from hitting the fridge. You can't really eat and knit at the same time, because you need both hands, you see. It helped quite a bit on those long winter nights when all there is to do is watch TV.

I am currently knitting a scarf for my grandma, at her request. This role reversal I find quite amusing. I don't have much time as I am going to see her next weekend, so I'm using my biggest fattest needles and soft fluffy yarn and making a nice lacey scarf that's getting long very quickly. I think she'll like it, it's really light.

It's not your grandma's yarn anymore though, let me tell you. I've paid $20 for a skein of something fuzzy with sparkles. And the good stuff doesn't come in those big skeins, it comes in little balls of which you need 10 to do anything. Still, I've been to some craft shows lately, and I think if I got going on some simple scarves I could make some good money. Unfortunately, my attention span for knitting wavers quite a bit.

I think I'll try to knit something for my Austinites before I go out there. I had promised monkeybro a sweater, but he might have to settle for a scarf.

Speaking of my brothers, I haven't heard anything from my other brother since Mom told me that he and my sister-in-law had separated. I know he'd been visiting monkeybro for a while, and I'm glad that they got to spend some time together. I suppose I should call him, since I do have his cell phone number, but it's hard. I'm his baby sister and he's not going to want to talk to me about what's going on with his marriage. But if I do call it's just going to be there hanging over everything that we talk about, won't it? I mean, what do I know about marriage or loving someone past that initial intense attraction, past having kids, past having a mortgage. Nothing. I can't offer him anything but the fact that I love him and I'm sad that he's going through all of this. I miss him. I wish he would call me, but I know he won't.
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