A blog full of memories
And while I’m here, I thought it would be funny to borrow Mr. Pineapple Head’s accoutrements back from Julie and re-incarnate him in the Yukon. After a trip to the grocery store (one of three in town)…I’d found only two pineapples with any potential. Stay tuned. I’m going to take him snowboarding.
I have much to tell about the past few days…it is always good to see family at Christmas. Highlights so far: My sister and her family arrived late last Friday night. They trimmed the tree and finished shopping and in general, and had a few days before Christmas to relax. My Dad (aka Santa) picked …
I haven’t been blogging. I have no excuse. I have been a bit busy though. I have a new housemate (or two). We have been getting acquainted. Krista and her son Conor moved in in October. I’m happy that they are here. Conor is five. And I find myself identifying with having a five-year-old in …
He IMs me at 4h30 pm: How’s your day going? Ok. Better now 🙂 Can you hang out tonight? um sure.. What were you thinking? Maybe I can get my friend Dave to cook. Really? How do you do that? Special talent #143. Just a sec. I work in another window finishing up my work …
Start reading this story here. I finish my work (and what I don’t finish, I’ll finish from home on Sunday). I run out to the parking lot. I approach my Honda but it doesn’t respond to my remote. What’s wrong? I get to the car and have to open the door with the key. UGH. …
Start reading this story here. I comb the racks and find a cute patterned dress. Great. Have to find the accessories now. Shoes. Check. Sweater. Check. Tights. Check. Good job I know my way around that store. I hurry to an available cashier. He takes his time at the checkout. Do you know if you …
Start reading this story here. Open the driver’s door. Get in. Check the watch. It’s 7h05. Great. 15 minutes to get somewhere 20 minutes away. I can’t help but think that if I hadn’t left my lights on all day, I would have actually been on time. Get out of the parking lot. I’ll get …
Start reading this story here. The movie ends. We all laugh at the intensity. He makes formal introductions. I nod and smile—because I can’t think of anything intelligent to say. We make our way out to the lobby. I am in agony. COMPLETELY EXPOSED. COMPLETE AGONY. His friends are standing around talking and I’m feeling …