Dining Danger

In a week or two when I develop pneumonia, remind me of the dangers of eating corn and answering questions at the same time. I think my lung hates me now (and I'm guessing the kernel of corn isn't too happy either).

A Change In Mood

All day I've been thinking about cheeseburgers and how badly I want one. I was all prepared to write a silly little post about my craving versus my willpower, blah, blah, blah. And then I just found out that Randy Pausch passed away today and my heart is no longer concerned with junk food. I'd only read Randy's book a few weeks ago but his website was one I checked on daily. When he hadn't posted in a month, I knew that things must be sliding quickly downhill. Still, I am saddened beyond expectation at the news. I don't think you can be a parent and listen to or read his words without wanting to become a better person for your children. His 3 kids and his wife are in my thoughts today. I hope what is sure to be a huge outpouring of love for Randy and his family in the next few days gives them comfort and helps them realize the amazing legacy he has left behind for them.

The Light Reappears

Ok, so maybe it wasn't an endless tunnel. What if, perhaps, it was just a slight bend in the road? We received good news first thing this morning (not a bad way to wake up) that the relocation package is on and the move might actually be happening. I'm thinking I shouldn't get my hopes up but after reading the 40 page agreement and taking notes for over an hour, I can't find any strings or catches. Maybe, just maybe, things are looking up. Maybe, just maybe, patience does work sometimes. Maybe, just maybe, it really will work out.

*In the interest of full disclosure - I'm a teeny bit sad and a teeny bit stressed but mostly all good.

Speaking of Drunk

In light of financial woes, has Starbucks started spiking their coffee? How else to explain the EP worthy hangover I woke up with this morning? The last and strongest thing I had to drink yesterday was a decaf mocha from Starbucks. And while I don't remember any backyard antics or poker games, it must've been some strong stuff to make me feel the way I did between 1am and noon today...

When The Radio Makes You Cringe

Songs invade every part of my life. Like certain smells remind you of past moments, sometimes (often) songs take me back to a place or time or person. I'd say that 95% of the time, the memories are good. Even the sad songs usually only bring about a nostalgia about a time or someone I miss. Of course, there are always exceptions...

Driving down to pick up the kids on Wednesday the local radio station decided to hit me with Stone Temple Pilots' "Creep" and instantly I was transported back into one of those cringe-worthy moments. My freshman year of college I was at a party and, um, I may have gotten a bit tipsy. I looked up and suddenly standing there in front of me was my very hot friend. We hung around the same crowd (oh, and what good influences they were!). We took Spanish together, he gave me random guitar lessons in exchange for helping him with his papers, he was older and funnier and much, much cooler than I'd ever be and I had the biggest lust-crush on him. "Creep" came on over the speakers and before I knew what was happening, he was dancing with me. (Did I mention I don't dance? And when I do, I definitely don't dance the way we somehow managed to dance to that song). So, there it was...the crush I had instantly multiplied by 1000. And, then, as luck would have it, the same person had agreed to drive us both back to school along with a bunch of other people. When we got to the car, there was only one seat left and so I sat on his lap. 18 years old and there I was thinking I was having the most perfect of perfect evenings. I got back to my room singing "Creep", feeling drunk and invincible, and so I called him and invited myself over. Shortly afterward, I was in the midst of my first, last, and only one night stand and you know what? It was completely awkward and just plain bad. And that, My Friends, is what I think of whenever I hear that song...the naivete and drunkenness of my youth. Ugh.