New Look!

Oh, Jenna! Thanks so much for the great new design. You were ever so patient and awefully quick on the 'What I want' uptake!

Check her out:

Hooray!

I Don't Believe in Peter Pan, Frankenstein or Superman!

All I wanna do is: Bicyle! Bicycle! Bicycle!

I've purchased a bicycle. And it's beautiful. So beautiful that I'm afraid to lock it up on the bike rack outside. So.

It's doubling as unconventional decor and additional seating.

Globe Trotter...

...I am not. I don't own a passport.

My goal, by next time this year, is to 1) acquire a passport and 2) use said passport for more than a secordary source of identification. I'm not sure I care where I go - although I do have Dublin programmed into my iPhone weather tracker (I can tell you that this Sunday it's supposed to be 59 degrees and mostly sunny there).

Thats all. I'm ready to fly the friendly skies sometime in the near(ish) future.

Take it easy, Monday!

Monday threw up all over my desk this morning. There was no easing into it (aside from the Cinnamon Dolce and the blueberry scone) - it was pedal to la medal.

Oi!

Good thing it was a great weekend.

 

T.the Lord.I.F.

Curly (a.ka. Boss Lady) is heading out of town today for a few days today.

She's a pretty unconventional boss.

The office is pretty bare - lots of folks gone. This translates into a 3:00 p.m. chips and salsa party at the reception desk.

We informed Curly of the plan to throw the party at the reception desk and her parting instructions were, "Don't forget about the beer in the fridge."

Thanks, Curly! Have a nice trip!

The Life.

Happy Scrabble Day, Sugar!

It's upon us again, friends! National Scrabble Day. McW and I celebrated in style. In addition to spending nearly three hours playing the game today, McW even formulated a spreadsheet that totals possible word scores. I don't know that anyone showed better Scrabble Day spirit than the two of us.

We are currently pitted against one another in a likely seven game series. He's up 2 to 1...but after we finish what we started this evening...we'll probably be tied up, 2 to 2. It was, and will continue to be, an intense rivalry.

I remember having more fun than these snapshots indicate. We were concentrating - and consulting the Scrabble dictionary. A lot.

Don't judge.

Jesus Pageant

T.G.I.M. I've never said this in my life. After this weekend, it's a totally appropriate sentiment.

My friend, The Executioner, and I were asked to lead worship at a girl's conference last weekend. Little did we know, it was a girl's pageant. That's right. Dresses, tiaras and satin capes pageant - for Jesus. There were bright spots during the weekend - but I still shudder a little when I think of some of the things I heard and saw.

I thought to myself (and out loud to some close confidants)...is this really beneficial? What are we teaching these girls? Does the Lord look at something like this and say, "I'm really glad this is how they are spending their weekend! You - a little more Vaseline on those teeth! You - your sash is crooked!" Granted, right now he is probably saying to me, "You - quit being so critical ... and I've got a few things you should straighten out, too."

Touche', the Lord, touche'.

Still. I had a pretty negative reaction to what went on this weekend and I'm still trying to process it. I believe down deep (real deep) that someone probably started this program with good intentions. Teaching girls about the confidence that comes from knowing that God has a plan for their lives is right on. Teaching girls that the reward for learning about that plan is a tiara and a title? Pretty left of center, in my opinion.

Rant. Over.

The Executioner and I did manage to take these photos before our last run at the talent portion of the pageant. Enjoy.

Under Construction

Blog. Looks. Gross. I'm working on it. In the meantime, here is the inspiration for this evening's musical project. Wish us luck.

Sauted. Sealed. Delivered.

I based my grocery list off that fun little blog I mentioned yesterday. I'm glad I did. For dinner I made a mushroom, onion, avacado and egg scramble. I snuck in some feta cheese and wrapped it up in a whole wheat tortilla.

My mom called while I was cooking and the conversation went like this:

Mom: Hey! What are you up to?

Me: I'm sauteing some mushrooms...because that's what grown-ups do.

We all have different definitions of adulthood and what the threshold is. Sauteing mushrooms was my rite of passage.

To the Grocery Store I Go

Say a prayer for the grocery store recluse - I'm headed that way. I'm going because of this blog: acakeforawife.blogspot.com.

I'm really only going to buy what she puts in her oatmeal. That's right. Oatmeal for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Back in the Saddle Again

Recently, I answered yet another Craigslist posting. This one was for a local composer looking for someone to do a little singing for his compositions. McW and I met up with local composer and local composer's wife a couple weeks ago to hear about the project.

Turns out, they are super nice people who don't run their business out of a meat packing plant (praise the Jesus). I headed up their way last night for a recording session and had a ball. We're working on an R & B number this week. Why? Because I'm a soul sister at heart.

I'm really excited about another opportunity to do this thing that I really love to do. Hooray!

Happy April Fools, Sugar!

Well. I got pranked. I believe I said to Curly yesterday, "We need to stay on the offense against the pranks so we're not on the defense this year." But we got lazy (or didn't have any energy left after last year's shenanigans).

Or so I thought.

The Stylist dropped off a little gift on my desk last night after I had left for the day (with a little bit of help from Curly...).

Just wait, my friend. Just wait.