I've had a lady bug crawling 'round my desk all day. It was here, sitting on my to-do list when i got into work.
Luck is a special thing of lady bugs. I didn't want to disturb it, because then I may have been disturbing luck, but I eventually need to get to my to-dos. I nudged it over to the other side of my desk and thought it would just meander away, as lady bugs are known to do. Any bug really.
But no. It wandered clear across to the other side of my desk, over to my half eaten banana, which is sitting on a napkin. The napkin is partially curled over.
This lady bug is not red and black. It is white and black. How auspicious.
The lady bug has crawled upside down, scaling the curve of the napkin to get to the banana.
Turns out lady bugs do indeed eat bananas.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Friday, May 02, 2008
friday musings
- Looking forward to seeing the cutest nephew ever later this afternoon. We will play at the park and have pizza. He will try to avoid kisses. He will not succeed.
- Looking forward to the company that may join me to look after the cutest nephew ever. There will be apple juice and adult juice.
- Wondering how it can be that the other is enjoying "Love in the Club" by Usher so much.
- Fingers and toes are crossed that Hill Holiday will once again see the light and put him in the commercial.
- Trying to motivate to the gym before said pizza and adult juice.
- Crappy cold front is going to spoil the weekend. But not the wedding!
- Right... wedding... dress... lots of food and cocktails... off to the gym I go!
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
message from the cutest nephew ever
"Hi Kiki! Have a good sleepies. I looove you. See you soon. I got chocolate!"
Sunday, April 20, 2008
thinking big
Had my hair did yesterday.
Larry made a comment that every stylist makes every time I have my hair cut: "I cannot get over the amount of hair you have."
I was feeling sharp yesterday and retorted, "It's a good thing - I need it to cover my big head."
Caught both of us off guard with that one - we laughed so hard that everyone in the place stopped to stare.
Larry made a comment that every stylist makes every time I have my hair cut: "I cannot get over the amount of hair you have."
I was feeling sharp yesterday and retorted, "It's a good thing - I need it to cover my big head."
Caught both of us off guard with that one - we laughed so hard that everyone in the place stopped to stare.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
more from central scare
Walking near work the other day, I witnessed a man, probably around 60 years old, out for a stroll.
On his head, he wore a hat shaped into the head of a wolf - gray and stuffed.
On his feet, he wore slippers - the big stuffed animal kind - a beagle with floppy ears.
On his shirt was the "Black Dog" knockoff: the "Pooping Dog."
And around his neck, he wore a giant faux gold chain, complete with a giant dog bone hanging from it.
I was tempted to take a picture. Only in Central Square.
On his head, he wore a hat shaped into the head of a wolf - gray and stuffed.
On his feet, he wore slippers - the big stuffed animal kind - a beagle with floppy ears.
On his shirt was the "Black Dog" knockoff: the "Pooping Dog."
And around his neck, he wore a giant faux gold chain, complete with a giant dog bone hanging from it.
I was tempted to take a picture. Only in Central Square.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
in the spirit of the sox
On Thursday, as we watched the Red Sox pull a win over Cleveland to bring the series back home to Boston, my sister reminded us of one of her "brighter" moments.
Here's the background: The World Series in 2004 was a big one for us (not to state the obvious). My fandom peaked that year - I watched the games religiously that season and attended at least 15 of them (not an inexpensive feat here in Boston). Laura became a fan of baseball in general and the Sox in particular, and Taice switched her allegiance from the dark side to the red side. Sara and I had been fortunate enough to get a last minute invite to the ALCS Game 4 against the Yankees where we ("we" like I was pitching that night instead of Derek Lowe) turned the series around. A picture of me from that game, being the screaming, adoring, out-of-my-mind fan that I was, was posted on the Red Sox MLB site.
Those couple of weeks were abnormally cosmic. Text messages, emails and calls buzzed for days. Old friends reconnected. Little to zero work was done. Sleep was fitful, adrenalin surged and this city, known for being cool in composure, smiled together. The night the Sox won the World Series we partied in town and hung out with Green Day. I shed a tear for my grandfather, whose love for the Sox lives on through me, because he missed seeing this in his lifetime. I was still glowing when I met Michael the night before the big parade. It stuns me that it has been three years, because it all feels like yesterday.
Anyway, the following spring, as our team took the field, Sara saw the big red "C" which freshly adorned Jason Varitek's shirt. Sara chirped, "Look at the C he has on his shirt! It must stand for 'Champion'! That's so nice!"
She had missed all the hype around Varitek being named 'Captain'. She still chuckles every time she sees that 'C'.
Go Sox!
Here's the background: The World Series in 2004 was a big one for us (not to state the obvious). My fandom peaked that year - I watched the games religiously that season and attended at least 15 of them (not an inexpensive feat here in Boston). Laura became a fan of baseball in general and the Sox in particular, and Taice switched her allegiance from the dark side to the red side. Sara and I had been fortunate enough to get a last minute invite to the ALCS Game 4 against the Yankees where we ("we" like I was pitching that night instead of Derek Lowe) turned the series around. A picture of me from that game, being the screaming, adoring, out-of-my-mind fan that I was, was posted on the Red Sox MLB site.
Those couple of weeks were abnormally cosmic. Text messages, emails and calls buzzed for days. Old friends reconnected. Little to zero work was done. Sleep was fitful, adrenalin surged and this city, known for being cool in composure, smiled together. The night the Sox won the World Series we partied in town and hung out with Green Day. I shed a tear for my grandfather, whose love for the Sox lives on through me, because he missed seeing this in his lifetime. I was still glowing when I met Michael the night before the big parade. It stuns me that it has been three years, because it all feels like yesterday.
Anyway, the following spring, as our team took the field, Sara saw the big red "C" which freshly adorned Jason Varitek's shirt. Sara chirped, "Look at the C he has on his shirt! It must stand for 'Champion'! That's so nice!"
She had missed all the hype around Varitek being named 'Captain'. She still chuckles every time she sees that 'C'.
Go Sox!
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