LL: Hello
Polly: Hey
LL: Hey
Polly: Are you still at work?
LL: No, I am at Tim's watching Survivor.
Polly: Oh, well this is your mother.....
Have a great weekend...and tomorrow is Pancake Day at DHS! Yea!!!!!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Give me an R...
...give me a E, give me a D, N, E, C, K...what do you got? Me for the past 2 weeks. Or, at least me pretending to be for the past two weeks. While Rachel's car was in the shop, I got to tool around in this. I know I looked funny getting out of it in my dressed up work clothes. I bet a lot of people were thinking "Something is just not right with this picture." Anyway, thanks to my love for letting me borrow it. I am very grateful that you have 5 vehicles for me to choose from when I need a loan! (can you say overkill?)
ETHNICITY
I must have been Asain in another life. I can not get enough sushi this past week. I have eaten it 3 times in 7 days, 4 time in the last 10. I don't know what is wrong. I might have to have an intervention. This was my dinner last night. I ate all but 2 pieces!
Love
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Ode to Beverly Jo
....that is not her real middle name. It is Jean.
I had lunch with my friend Beverly yesterday. It was so good to see her and visit with her. We are both so busy that it has been quite a while since we spent time together. In front of all you witnesses (3) I vow not to wait long before I spend time with her again. I always have so much fun and really appreciate the longevity of our friendship. It is special.
I met Beverly when I got my first real job after college. We hit it off right away, forming the original Fashion Police (and trust me, where we worked we gave lots of tickets!), going to Atlanta for Broadway plays, we even went with my Mom to Philidelphia to see a Cezanne exhibit. I will never forget my Mom asking the toothless, not American taxi driver "Where do you recommend we eat?" Lord help me!
Anyway - shout out to my friend Beverly. I am lucky to have her in my life! And shout out to Chef's Table....my favorite resturant EVER!
I had lunch with my friend Beverly yesterday. It was so good to see her and visit with her. We are both so busy that it has been quite a while since we spent time together. In front of all you witnesses (3) I vow not to wait long before I spend time with her again. I always have so much fun and really appreciate the longevity of our friendship. It is special.
I met Beverly when I got my first real job after college. We hit it off right away, forming the original Fashion Police (and trust me, where we worked we gave lots of tickets!), going to Atlanta for Broadway plays, we even went with my Mom to Philidelphia to see a Cezanne exhibit. I will never forget my Mom asking the toothless, not American taxi driver "Where do you recommend we eat?" Lord help me!
Anyway - shout out to my friend Beverly. I am lucky to have her in my life! And shout out to Chef's Table....my favorite resturant EVER!
You have something on your forehead.....
Just a gentle reminder: Today is Ash Wednesday. It is the first day of Lent and occurs 46 days before Easter.
From Wikipedia:
Ash Wednesday gets its name from the practice of placing ashes on the foreheads of the faithful as a sign of repentance. The ashes used are gathered after the Palm Crosses from the previous year's Palm Sunday are burned. In the liturgical practice of some churches, the ashes are mixed with the Oil of the Catechumens[1] (one of the sacred oils used to anoint those about to be baptized), though some churches use ordinary oil. This paste is used by the priest who presides at the service to make the sign of the cross, first upon his own forehead and then on each of those present who kneel before him at the altar rail. As he does so, he recites the words: "Remember (O man) that you are dust, and to dust you shall return."
So, if you have friends or co-workers whose religion practices this sacramental, you will probably notice an ash mark on their face today. Try to remember not to point this out to them, they know it is there. I just wanted to let you know, because last year I did tell Jamie she had something on her forehead!
From Wikipedia:
Ash Wednesday gets its name from the practice of placing ashes on the foreheads of the faithful as a sign of repentance. The ashes used are gathered after the Palm Crosses from the previous year's Palm Sunday are burned. In the liturgical practice of some churches, the ashes are mixed with the Oil of the Catechumens[1] (one of the sacred oils used to anoint those about to be baptized), though some churches use ordinary oil. This paste is used by the priest who presides at the service to make the sign of the cross, first upon his own forehead and then on each of those present who kneel before him at the altar rail. As he does so, he recites the words: "Remember (O man) that you are dust, and to dust you shall return."
So, if you have friends or co-workers whose religion practices this sacramental, you will probably notice an ash mark on their face today. Try to remember not to point this out to them, they know it is there. I just wanted to let you know, because last year I did tell Jamie she had something on her forehead!
Monday, February 23, 2009
A rose is a rose is a confused rose
I have had this saying stuck in my head for a couple of weeks now. "A rose, by any other name, is still a rose." I have told several friends that I needed to look up where it came from. Finally I did and realized I was fusing together two popular "rose" sayings:
Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 1594: "That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet" (what matters is what something is, not what it is called - Juliet was using this to inform Romeo that even though he is Mantague by name, he is still sweet).
and
Gertrude Stein, Sacred Emily, 1913: "A rose is a rose is a rose" (things are what they are).
And just for fun.....
Poison, 1988: "Every rose has its thorns"
Happy Monday!
Shout out to Lisa Tut! Happy Birthday! Saturday night I went to Mi Hacienda to celebrate Lisa Tut's birthday. There were a lot of people there. I did not get to visit much with Lisa or Beth, but we had fun at my end of the table. I got to sit next to the cutest baby named Braxton. We became fast friends. The servers thought we were crazy, and even said something about "crazy white people." We kept mimicking them by saying "hot plate, hot plate" but we were using an Asian accent. You can tell the margarita's were good!
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