everybody wants to be closer to free

sigh. i've finished watching 22 episodes of some of the best dramatic television ever aired.

okay, i'm a bit dramatic myself. but seriously, i love love love the show Party of Five. I got Season 1 on dvd with my Best Buy gift card and have managed to watch the entire 5 discs in a matter of a week and a half. Now I'm jonesin' the rest of the seasons and they're not even close to being out yet. booo. let's not forget that my baby boy bears an uncanny resemblence to one Matthew Fox.
:::harps play and birds chirp while i swoon:::

tonight the plan is dinner with mark & trent and then off to see The Polar Express at the IMAX theater. then a visit to our long lost love City Club. will we stay longer than 20 minutes? tune in to tomorrow's post to find out!

robbie's nuts

Tonight turned out to be a nice lackadaisical (used in the best sense of the word... you know, like, mello) evening with Trent. We had planned on doing dinner & a movie but since we couldn't really decide on a theater and the movie wasn't until 10-ish, we just went to eat at Mongolian. Hung out there, debated on whether to go out for drinks, ended up just stopping at Border's and browsing. I didn't get anything, but Trent used his gift card for a couple cd's and we headed home where he did a mad search for the photo he saw of Robbie Williams in Attitude magazine tonight. I must say, it is a nice photo. There's a nut-sac involved. Check the blog. You know you wanna see it now.

Quotes of the night:
me: he's so going home to play dungeons & dragons
him: with his wife he met online but hasn't seen in person yet
me: awww, he looks like he likes lord of the rings A LOT.

snow day

As the younger michiganians (and their teachers) spent today curled up in their homes (or shoveling their walks or venturing out on a shopping adventure), i spent it at boring ol' work. I actually fantasized a little this morning, as i watched school after school pop up on the morning news as "closed," that I'd see my company listed there when it reached the appropriate letter. Sigh. I really wanted that euphoric feeling i remember having when i was little and we got a "snow day." It didn't happen. And there was nothing going on here so i spent the morning and afternoon researching vacation spots in Virginia. I also looked at several sporting goods sites to get the best price for the beloved gazelle. Looks like Dick's Sporting Goods is the current winner! Even cheaper than the evil WalMart, which i am ever so thankful for. I did not want to have to stoop down to shopping there, but i'm also not really rolling in the dough right now, so i was considering it. egads.

whoopsie of the day: just told my boss about my rash. who DOES that!?

oh, you'd better believe it

i will be the proud owner soon. ridiculous girly-man not included.

pityriasis rosea

Pityriasis rosea is a benign non-contagious skin condition. It can occur at any age but is more common in persons between the ages of 10 and 35 years. The rash typically is found as pink patches on the chest and back and lasts from several weeks to several months. It heals without scarring ... The cause of pityriasis rosea is not known. It definitely is not caused by a fungus or bacterial infection, and it is not caused by anything that a person has eaten ... Occasionally there may be other symptoms, including tiredness, aching, nausea, fever and headache ... The rash usually fades and disappears within six weeks after peak activity ... Reoccurance is rare ... Prevelance in females in the U.S. is about 0.14%

I am THAT special.

on the topic of death...

my mind was triggered back to a book i read when i was younger. a junior or senior in high school, can't remember which. but my memory took me back to a night i spent reading a book that was all too real to me. i remember it vividly; it only took me one night to read the whole book. i sat, holed up in my room, with only my shabby little girly bedside lamp to light the pages. my neck cramped from sitting in one spot too long, my hands got tired of holding the book up to my face. still, i couldn't put it down.

Death Be Not Proud

John Gunther wrote the book in the 40's about his son who died of a brain tumor at the young age of seventeen. every detail in that book, every sadness and every joy, was like someone writing about my house & my family, circa 1980-82. and i thought about that book again tonight. why? do i want to read it again? do i want to remember so intensely again? will it do me good? i don't know. but i know that i am glad that my mind took me back to that place. if only for the one line that i took from that book; that, at age sixteen, i vowed to always live by:

"Live while you live, then die and be done with"

crass sounding, maybe. but something to live by.

well this is a heartwarming way to start the new year...

If you'd like to receive the "good news" about your own life, go here.

Blah. I've been feeling kinda crappy lately ... just made about a zillion doctor appointments, so we'll see...

Lots went on over the holiday break. I guess much more than I feel like rehashing. I'm sure some of it will come out here and there in my daily thoughts. But, now that I'm back to work I assume I'll be writing here more. Good news for you readers, right? I'm SO thrilling to read about. hah! Ugh.
The cheery mood continues...