....how do i love free wi-fi? let me count the ways....interestingly enough, i can't get onto myspace from here, because of "mature/adult content". shows what they know, as i have never claimed to be an adult, let alone mature.
the drive up from columbia was relatively uneventful, though the panicked rifling through my backpack in search of my wallet for parking money was adequately exciting...especially since in this day and age, you can't get past the airport entrance without your i.d.
you know how there's always that one chronic cougher on the airplane? let me apologize in advance, in case any of you are planning on being on my northwest flight to detroit in about an hour, as it's totally going to be me this time. i can't begin to tell you how great my radio shifts must have sounded this weekend. i swear i don't have a 3 pack a day habit- just some pesky phlegm or something trying to make an escape. gum's not helping, nor did cough drops. i wonder if they have an honey at the kfc express across the hall from me. do you think ordering about twelve packs of honey might raise some eyebrows? then again, when have i ever been really concerned about that?
it's 70 degrees in columbia today. needless to say, the weather in maine (40s) is sure to be a shock to my system. on the other hand, i stand a far better chance of being able to show off my snow-angel making skills up north, since the closest we're getting to snow down here involves an ally sheedy/breakfast club imitation.
feeling rambly and tired....might be back from detroit airport (3 hour layover), but only if they're enlightened like charlotte and have free wifi. otherwise, perhaps i should see how many trips through their psychadelic walkway i can manage in 3 hours.......
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
dude, where's my igloo?
there's something a little surreal about sticking snowflake stamps on christmas cards when it's sunny and 75 degrees outside.
no, i'm not having a flashback to earlier this year, when i probably should have started scribbling out my annual stack of cards. (come to think of it, perhaps if i start scribbling in august, i might actually get the last card into the mail before christmas each year, instead of closer to valentines day.)
i wrote my first card today, while the sun shone and butterflies frolicked in the seventy-something-degree weather here in columbia.
i'd love to meet the politicians who are convinced that global warming is nothing more than a myth. because of this "myth", i've had to practice making "mud angels" instead of "snow angels" for the past week.....and let me just tell you that believe it or not, shout does not necessarily get all stubborn stains out. in fact, unless we get some snow around here PDQ, i'm going to have to buy new brown shoes to match whatwill be the most prevalent color in my wardrobe.
furthermore, people are starting to look at me funny (well, funnier than usual) when i tell them i'm trying to perfect my igloo-building skills. i feel that practice makes perfect, and judging from some of the rather lumpy, unstable structures that my sibling and i constructed in our younger years, i think lots of practice is in order before we'll have any viable, eskimo-friendly real estate on our hands. unfortunately, when one practices making igloos in seventy-degree weather, the structural integrity of said igloos becomes very dodgy very quickly.......hence the extra opportunities for practicing one's "mud angel" techniques.
unfortunately, i have also learned that the best way to get attention around here is to practice making mud angels on public lawns. some of the spectators have been quite helpful, particularly the guy the other day who suggested that my clothes wouldn't get nearly so dirty if i were to practice making mud angels without them.
inspired by his suggestion, i quickly grabbed another jacket out of my car.
no, i'm not having a flashback to earlier this year, when i probably should have started scribbling out my annual stack of cards. (come to think of it, perhaps if i start scribbling in august, i might actually get the last card into the mail before christmas each year, instead of closer to valentines day.)
i wrote my first card today, while the sun shone and butterflies frolicked in the seventy-something-degree weather here in columbia.
i'd love to meet the politicians who are convinced that global warming is nothing more than a myth. because of this "myth", i've had to practice making "mud angels" instead of "snow angels" for the past week.....and let me just tell you that believe it or not, shout does not necessarily get all stubborn stains out. in fact, unless we get some snow around here PDQ, i'm going to have to buy new brown shoes to match whatwill be the most prevalent color in my wardrobe.
furthermore, people are starting to look at me funny (well, funnier than usual) when i tell them i'm trying to perfect my igloo-building skills. i feel that practice makes perfect, and judging from some of the rather lumpy, unstable structures that my sibling and i constructed in our younger years, i think lots of practice is in order before we'll have any viable, eskimo-friendly real estate on our hands. unfortunately, when one practices making igloos in seventy-degree weather, the structural integrity of said igloos becomes very dodgy very quickly.......hence the extra opportunities for practicing one's "mud angel" techniques.
unfortunately, i have also learned that the best way to get attention around here is to practice making mud angels on public lawns. some of the spectators have been quite helpful, particularly the guy the other day who suggested that my clothes wouldn't get nearly so dirty if i were to practice making mud angels without them.
inspired by his suggestion, i quickly grabbed another jacket out of my car.
Friday, December 15, 2006
is it over yet?
days until christmas: 9 1/2
holiday letters copied: 50
holiday cards addressed and sent: 0
presents purchased: 0
maybe i need to start tackling this stuff in july, when the stores start decorating their trees. i mean, seriously- once again this year, i'm going to find myself sending new year's cards instead of christmas cards.
holiday letters copied: 50
holiday cards addressed and sent: 0
presents purchased: 0
maybe i need to start tackling this stuff in july, when the stores start decorating their trees. i mean, seriously- once again this year, i'm going to find myself sending new year's cards instead of christmas cards.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
don't close the coffin just yet.....
....i'm not dead, i swear!
i will be so glad when the holiday rush is finally over. (funny- i think i said the very same around this time last year, too.)
i've got makeup orders flying in and out of my apartment. i've got a stack of cards to address. i've got an equally large stack of photocopies of my epic holiday letter. i've got addresses on little scraps of paper. i've got scraps of paper with the names of people whose current addresses i lack. i've got stress at work. i've got a spot on my thumb where some medicine my doctor put on a wart to make it go away somehow covered more than the intended target and now i'm thinking i'll lose not only the wart (a good thing), but possibly the whole damned thumb (not so good). i've got an apartment to shovel out, as i've had enough of the piles of stuff. i've got a cd wishlist but no room to put any of the cds, should i actually get them. i've got some rather thin spots in my jeans. i've got to figure out what to buy for other people for christmas. i've got to figure out whether or not i feel like giving the boss who's stressing me out a holiday gift. i've got tangles. (yeah- like that's a new development.) i've got to get more sleep. i've got to get onto the treadmill. i've got a headache from staring at my computer too long.
come to think of it, with all i've got, what is there left to ask for for christmas?
besides val kilmer, of course.
i will be so glad when the holiday rush is finally over. (funny- i think i said the very same around this time last year, too.)
i've got makeup orders flying in and out of my apartment. i've got a stack of cards to address. i've got an equally large stack of photocopies of my epic holiday letter. i've got addresses on little scraps of paper. i've got scraps of paper with the names of people whose current addresses i lack. i've got stress at work. i've got a spot on my thumb where some medicine my doctor put on a wart to make it go away somehow covered more than the intended target and now i'm thinking i'll lose not only the wart (a good thing), but possibly the whole damned thumb (not so good). i've got an apartment to shovel out, as i've had enough of the piles of stuff. i've got a cd wishlist but no room to put any of the cds, should i actually get them. i've got some rather thin spots in my jeans. i've got to figure out what to buy for other people for christmas. i've got to figure out whether or not i feel like giving the boss who's stressing me out a holiday gift. i've got tangles. (yeah- like that's a new development.) i've got to get more sleep. i've got to get onto the treadmill. i've got a headache from staring at my computer too long.
come to think of it, with all i've got, what is there left to ask for for christmas?
besides val kilmer, of course.
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