Wednesday, December 29, 2004

One Sweet Player

This is an interesting column by Greg Johns at the King County Journal. Here's some background: He was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes in the eighth grade, after he suddenly lost 30 pounds and found himself fatigued all the time. About 1 million people in the United States have the disease.

SEATTLE -- For Gonzaga sophomore Adam Morrison, the numbers looked pretty good Saturday afternoon. Twenty points, nine rebounds, three assists in a 68-57 victory over Massachusetts at KeyArena.

But then there was the 250 blood sugar level during a mid-game test. And that's not so good, especially when you're trying to sprint up and down the court in front of 10,126 fans against a quality opponent.

This is the life of Morrison, a rising star at Gonzaga who battles diabetes not just on a daily basis, but on a 10-15 minute span as he tests himself for his sugar levels on the bench during timeouts. ...

Gonzaga coach Mark Few had a feeling why as he watched his prized sophomore compete. Most shooters try to dial in their jump shot. Morrison was trying to dial in his sugar levels.

"I can tell. It's a facial look,'' said Few. "And I don't think he ever really got comfortable, so he just gutted it out. He's so competitive and he turned it on at the end, but it was never quite right.''

Morrison pricks his finger and tests glucose levels most every time he plops down on the bench. If the number is low, he eats or drinks a sugar product. If it's high, he gives himself an insulin shot in the stomach, right there on the bench.

He says his sugar tested low before Saturday's contest, then skyrocketed up during the contest.

"I never want to make excuses, but sometimes it's tough to get your body just where it feels good and you're in a rhythm,'' Morrison said. ...

Morrison is emerging as a huge player for Gonzaga, which improved to 5-1 and is rebuilding nicely with a young core of players surrounding senior center Ronny Turiaf.

Morrison, who averaged 11.4 points a game coming off the bench last year, has upped that to 19.7 this season while scoring 20 or more in the last four games. With UMass -- like most foes -- double-teaming Turiaf down low, Morrison took advantage with his relentless attacking style from the wing.

... Few has the utmost respect for his lanky forward, the kid with the shaggy hair, the throwback game and the daily battle with diabetes.

"Some days it's hard to control,'' Few said of the sugar levels. "You can't estimate where it's going to be. It could have to do with anything, whether he took a test that day or argued with his girlfriend. It's different every day, no matter if you do the same routine. That's why that disease is so tough. That's why he's so tough.''

... That's Morrison, a down-to-earth kid who understands his own strengths and limitations. He's not afraid to test himself, whether during his frequent blood checks on the bench or with his even more frequent kamikaze drives to the basket while on the court.

Most basketball players focus on their pump fakes. Adam Morrison throws in an insulin pump. And when all is right, it makes for one sweet player.

journalism at its best

There are perks about small-town journalism, but the major drawback I find is the lack of time to actually investigate and research stories. The turn-out time is so short with my stories because of the smaller staff. That's probably why I've written 459 stories this year. And there are a couple days left.

The Courier-Journal spent months working on a meth series that was published this week. I'm jealous of it because if I had the time that's exactly what this town needs to read about. I spent a couple of days working on a meth story a several months ago. And that's about as deep as it gets around here.

As a reporter, I'm jealous of that series because that's the kind of stories that can change things. Those are the words that make a difference. Those reporters examined so many court records and come to these conclusions then found experts to support the data. I can only imagine the feeling of seeing such a project published after pouring so much time into it.

In my mind, the meth series is journalism at its best.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

joy of the moment

The things I love at this moment...

I just opened seven Christmas cards. I LOVE Christmas cards, even if they come after Christmas. (This is the first time we've gotten mail since Wednesday.)

The temperature is just right. Leaning toward to the cold side. But definitely not hot, like it was a work.

I'm getting ready to put on comfy sweatpants.

I don't have any where I HAVE to be the rest of the night.

I keep thinking about how I could start an on-the-side business making baby scrapbooks for people. It's fun to think about.

The sun is shining, which makes the snow look beautiful but at the same time makes me forget it was cold enough for snow.

Monday, December 27, 2004

Merry Christmas

Gary Lawrence in his "What's wrong with 'Merry Christmas'?" opinion column:

... All of which reminds me of something Ted Koppel did on ABC's "Nightline" 22 years ago. He signed off his Christmas Eve program this way:

"Those of us who work at this profession of journalism are rarely at such a loss for words as when someone asks us to define the nature of news. Usually we mumble something about the importance of an event -- or its relevance or timeliness, all that means, of course, is that something happened recently. Well, the event that Christians around the world celebrate this evening and tomorrow did not, of course, happen recently. It was relevant (at the time) to only the tiniest handful of people; and as for its importance, I think most of us in the news business would have to concede that, had we been there 1,982 years ago in Bethlehem, we would probably have overlooked the event. Which says something about what's news -- and what's important. From all of us at 'Nightline,' Merry Christmas."

If the Jewish anchor of "Nightline" can wish his audience Merry Christmas, why can't Christians? If I say Merry Christmas to someone who gets offended because he thinks I'm "pushing my values," isn't that evidence that he has a very weak value structure?

Imagine the reverse situation. If someone wished me a Happy Hanukkah or Happy Kwanzaa, would I be offended? Absolustely not. I would take it as a compliment on my openness.

As always, what was news and what was important were in stark contrast this year. We had plenty of news, but lost track of what's important. ...

Sunday, December 26, 2004

Coming upon a new year

What is usually a four-hour trip took about five and a half hours on Friday morning. Not too bad, considering other stories I heard. For instance, Katy and Chad's probably eight hour trip ended up taking at least 24 hours. Gotta love snow in Kentucky! I coped with the situation by letting Greg drive what he dubbed the Mean Green Machine (a Chevy Cavalier that is far from the four-wheel drive vehicle I would have loved to have had...) and tuning out the bumpiness of the snow-covered ice separating the vehicle from the roads with music (Jennifer Knapp, Ryan Cabrera, Howie Day, Avril, Dave Matthews, Indigo Girls, Toby Keith, Train, Counting Crows ...)

The time with my family went by too fast. Christmas Eve we just hung out with my immediate family, including that adorable niece. Laine cut my hair and Cassie convinced mom (although that wasn't very hard...) to let me open one present. She knew it was the 90's Trivial Pursuit and we'd all like to play it. Cassie beat Greg and I and my mom occasionally piped in to help, usually her youngest.

The only time I got out of my parents' house between getting there Friday afternoon and leaving Sunday morning was to go church Christmas morning. It was a nice feeling to just be at home and not go anywhere. Usually when I'm visiting I try to get other things done, whether that means shopping or visiting friends. It was a cold weekend, and the perfect time to chill inside. After church, my family ate brunch and then opened presents. I got some scrapbooking stuff (including a gift certificate...), some comfy sweatpants, a CSI game and a new bag. We all just hung around for the afternoon. Basketball was on in one room and "Real World" reruns and "A Cinderella Story" were on in the other. Greg finished shoveling the driveway and I helped Mom cook.

I was really looking forward to seeing my extended family, but when they I got there, I felt like there wasn't quite enough time for all that was going on. Part of my dad's side was there with part of my mom's. The merging worked out OK logistically, but forced me to divide time between, or at least shorten my time with, some of my favorite relatives. My aunt Kim gave me a Barnes & Noble gift certificate. I can't wait to go shopping next weekend when we're back in Louisville and Lexington.

Hanging out with Katie probably topped the weekend, though. Gosh, I miss living next door to her. Growing up, her house was totally my sanctuary from my often-hectic home. We'd sit around and dream of bigger and better places. Now we long for those days of simple contentment with a friend that became family somewhere along the line. Her parents are special to me, too, and I really enjoyed seeing them today, which was the first time I have seen their new house in Owensboro. The new house had elements from the house that was next door to my parent's house, so that was comforting. That reminded home is not a building.

And that alone is a nice thought because my parents are moving soon. They expect to close this week. Yeah, they are selling the house to Kevin and Laine, but, still, it might be weird. They've lived there for nearly 25 years, meaning I was almost 1 when they moved in. Everything I know about "home" is there -- the good and the bad.

One obvious positive: My parents are moving into a patio home in Louisville, meaning going to my parents' house will now be about 30 minutes shorter. And then it's good to know that my brother, psuedo-sister-in-law and niece will be living in my childhood home, so it's not going to be too far out of reach.

I brought back two boxes from my closet there and I need to get one more next weekend. It was sort of fun to look through the random CDs, trophies and awards, high school memories and college papers. But it also reminded that time escapes me. That was true of Christmas too. I like new years, though.

Boston is much too far from Murray...

The last couple of times I've seen KatieKerns we've met at a restaurant or mall and played catch-up for a couple hours or so. Better than nothing for sure. Today Greg and I stopped in Owensboro, where Katie's parents live and just hung out -- for more than five hours. Pretty much Katie and I ate and talked while the boys watched football. We watched the end of the Colts game and cuddled on the couch, joking how we probably sit closer to each other than anyone else. That's all so typical Katie and Kristin, and we loved every minute of it. for this picture, we let the boys on the couch with us. On a side note, notice the color of Katie's shirt.  Posted by Hello

Milla loves the horse

Here's Milla in her Christmas dress checkin' out the horse blanket Greg and I gave her. It's incredibly soft. When Laine told Milla to "love the horse," my smart, sweet niece put the horse to her face, kissed it and snuggled with it. Then we all said, "Ahhh." And Milla loved the horse again, this time saying "Ahhh" as she did so. Adorable. Posted by Hello

Elijah smiles

I know I play favorites and post more pictures of Milla. But here's Elijah, the nephew who is three days older on the Taylor side, with his dad -- Greg's brother Charles -- and proud Uncle Greg, who was glad to see that smile and football in hand.  Posted by Hello

Thursday, December 23, 2004

best-dressed, picture-perfect moments

Greg's grandma is the best-dressed grandma, and she gave me a great outfit for Christmas. I almost trust her to pick out my clothes better than I do myself.

While we were out tonight with some of his family, I noticed how peaceful the undisturbed snow looked and how picture-perfect the sight of kids sledding in the park was. It made me forget I prefer sandy beaches over snow angels.

at home

I made it home from work and even took a detour to Rite-Aid and Jaclyn's house. The snow is compacted on the roads because of people driving on them, which helps make it better than this morning, but it's still not my ideal driving conditions.


I have to wonder why we are putting out a paper for tomorrow. Most of the carriers couldn't even get out of their own houses to deliver today's paper. I have to wonder if it will be better tomorrow. I guess it's not supposed to get worse.

Nobody is here except the three of us in the newsroom. I'm really tired of answering the phone, which conveniently rings at my desk when the people aren't up front to answer it.

No, I don't know what to do with stray dogs who might freeze before you can put a classified ad in Monday's paper.

No, I'm not sure if you'll get the paper today. I'm sorry you're so bored our newspaper has become your priority. But if you do get it, please enjoy my weather stories -- the one in yesterday's edition, the other one in today's and even the one in tomorrow. I drained my creative juices coming up with those leads.

No, I don't know your newspaper carrier's address. I'm sure he'll appreciate the Christmas card next week as much as he will this week. Oh, and, by the way, the mail isn't running today anyway.

OK, so I didn't say all of that. But I did too myself. I really think I earned a portion of everyone else's salaries while I am sitting here, wondering if they are going to get paid for this random day off most Ledger & Times employees managed to receive. Or maybe I should just say merry Christmas and hope I can get to Louisville with a pitstop in Owensboro in the morning.

as the snow comes so does the stubbornness

Nobody said a Geo Prizm was meant to drive on snow. And I really shouldn't be stubborn enough to think it would.

But I got to the end of my driveway during my test drive to make sure I didn't need my neighbor who works with me and drives a truck to pick me up. I went back inside to dry my hair, thinking it wouldn't be a problem to get out. So much for wishful thinking. I got stuck just trying to turn onto Sycamore Street. Greg pushed me out and I thought I was clear because Sycamore looked OK.

Again, so much for wishful thinking.

I got stuck at the intersection, which I can see from my driveway. See, the two main roads -- Sycamore and 12th streets -- had been scrapped, but that left piles of snow in the intersection. My Prizm wasn't going to conquer those alone. Two nice men who pulled up in two vehicles behind me pushed me out.

OK, finally on my way.

Until I turned onto the side road the runs beside the office (Yeah, three roads. Short distances. That's all it takes to get to work. I can't even listen to the full length of a song...) and I got stuck as soon as I turned into the parking lot. At least my car waited until I was turning into the parking lot to get stuck this time. And that's where it sits.

So the neighbor who works with me and drives and truck, yeah, he couldn't get out of his driveway and had to have a pressroom guy come pick him up.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Gotta love Kentucky

... where no one is really sure what to do when we actually experience winter.

What a lovely day to find out my windshield wipers aren't working very well. Add that to the fact they were covered in ice that wouldn't melt. The faster they were going the more help they were, but really I'm sure glad I'm at my house now.

Time to turn on TLC and drink some hot chocolate.

Are you ready for Christmas?
What's the weather going to do?

I think it's funny when people ask me if I'm ready for Christmas. I know most of the time they are just being nice and wanting to make conversation, which I don't mind because you all know how much I like to talk. But sometimes I wish I had a good answer. I mean, Christmas is going to be here Saturday whether I care or not. Thing is, I care. I LOVE Christmas. I just hope the snow doesn't make getting to Louisville too rough because I really want to hang out with my family. (I hear Milla is walking really well now...) I also just really want to give Mom, Laine and Cassie the scrapbooks I made them.

Speaking of presents...
Greg and I exchanged presents last night because it was our last free night together before Christmas. He gave me fun stuff that all fit in my stocking. I love that. I got some new scrapbooking stuff, two MSU T-shirts, a book, a watch. He did good! But the best part is he wrote me this amazing letter. It really spoke from his heart and read like his voice and just summed up what our marriage means to him. I'm the writer, so I greatly appreciate him stepping out of his comfort zone and into mine.

His present was themed "Red Means Go." A box was filled with a red sweater, a red and blue tie, some IBC cherry limeades, Twizzlers, a bottle of locally made BBQ sauce and four Cubs-Cardinals tickets. Well, the tickets haven't actually arrived yet, but they will. It's a package of two seats for four games -- one in April, two in July and one in September. He was really excited, which is the best part because I was sneaky enough to order them one Saturday morning when he was still sleeping and he had no idea!

Tonight we have a Christmas party with some friends from church then tomorrow night we're eating dinner and giving Greg's parents and grandparents their presents. I have to work tomorrow night in order to have Friday off, which is well worth it. Then Friday we're heading to Louisville. But first we're going to stop in Owensboro to see Katie and Brad! I have a themed Christmas present for them too. She and I have counted down the time until Christmas Eve, so we're really looking forward to a few hours together, which definitely won't be enough but is totally better than nothing.

I also think it's funny people want to talk about the weather. I am definitely among those people. I can't count the number of people who asked me yesterday what I knew about the weather forecast and what I thought would happen. Yes, I work at the newspaper, but I steered cleared of science classes and am so far from a meterologist. I don't really know anything more than other people. But that's definitely been the topic of conversation.

When I got up about 6 for work there were just rain puddles in my yard and driveway. Since then the temperature has dropped and rain has turned to sleet and snow. That could make those roads nasty when I have to leave work.


Tim Allen had this to say about Martha Stewart:
"Boy, I feel safer now that she's behind bars. O.J. and Kobe are walking around, Osama Bin Laden too, but they take the one woman in America willing to cook and clean and work in the yard and haul her to jail! Are we messed up or what!"

Saturday, December 18, 2004

I'll take two

I haven't forgotten I have this blog...

It was a busy week at work and then I had a couple of Christmas parties tossed in. I plan to spend tomorrow catching up at home with laundry, cleaning and such.

I always tell people one of my favorite things about the Christmas season is shopping for people. I LOVE buying gifts. But, I have to admit, I enjoyed receiving my Christmas bonus at work, which was surprisingly more than last year, and Katy's gift. She got me some great scrapbooking accessories, so I'm looking forward to playing with those.

Greg and I just got home from a long, but good, day with his family:
We left at 10:30 this morning to take John to Paducah. (We listened to the Kentucky game on the way there...) We dropped him off and then went to Rafferty's to eat (and watch UK...) because the send-off ceremony we were going to for John's National Guard unit didn't start for a couple of hours. (Patrick Sparks is the man, leading and sealing a UK comeback to beat Louisville. UK was down 16 at the half, at which time they only had 16 points. But the second half of the second half got beter. Sparks hit three free throws with six-tenths of a second left. The foul that put him on the line was my favorite Ellis Myles play of the game. 60-58. Someone, actually a couple of people, asked me this week how many points I wanted Kentucky to win by. I said one. That's all it takes. OK, so, I'll take two.) John's unit ceremony was nice -- a little long, but nice. Then we headed to the Taylor Christmas party with that whole extended family. It was fun. I especially enjoyed playing with 3-year-old Gabe and 10-month-old Noah. They are Greg's second cousins and seemed to become my buddies tonight, especially when I had the bright orange ping-pong ball.

Thursday, December 16, 2004

Follow the Instructions

As I consolidate two e-mail accounts into one, I'm taking some time to go through old e-mail messages. This one's pretty funny stuff.

In case you needed further proof that the human race is doomed through stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods.

On a Sears hairdryer:
"Do not use while sleeping."
(Gee, that's the only time I have to work on my hair.)

On a bag of Fritos:
"You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside."
(The shoplifter special.)

On a bar of Dial soap:
"Directions: Use like regular soap."
(And that would be how...?)

On some Swanson frozen dinners:
"Serving suggestion: Defrost."
(But it's just a suggestion.)

On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom of box):
"Do not turn upside down."
(Too Late!)

On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding:
"Product will be hot after heating."
(As night follows the day...)

On packaging for a Rowenta iron:
"Do not iron clothes on body."
(But wouldn't this save time?)

On Boot's Children's Cough Medicine:
"Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication."
(We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5-year-olds with head colds off those forklifts.)

On Nytol Sleep Aid:
"Warning: May cause drowsiness."
(One would hope.)

On most brands of Christmas lights:
"For indoor or outdoor use only."
(As opposed to what?)

On a Japanese food processor:
"Not to be used for the other use."
(I gotta admit, I'm curious.)

On Sainsbury's peanuts:
"Warning: contains nuts."
(Talk about a news flash.)

On an American Airlines packet of nuts:
"Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts."
(Step 3: Fly Northwest.)

On a child's Superman costume:
"Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly."
(I don't blame the company. I blame parents for this one.)

On a Swedish chain saw:
"Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals."
(I gotta wonder...Was there a problem with this happening somewhere?)

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

momentarily miss-matched

Yesterday I began the day by coming to work with two different shoes on, although I realized it before anyone else did. I went home and changed them, well, one of them, promptly. One brown, one black. Both slip on shoes, though. I probably shouldn't be telling people this, but it cracked me up.

The rest of the day proceeded in random fashion.

I wrote a story about a new hysterectomy procedure at the local woman's clinic and about a new memorial wall at the hospital. I went to a meeting later about school choice among two local school districts that lasted almost three hours.

Then I ended my day by walking 2.2 miles with Katy in 26-degree weather wearing not enough layers. However, I can once again feel my ears.

Sunday, December 12, 2004


What a refreshing weekend so far. Exactly what I needed to tame my perfectionist tendencies that were getting way out of control, especially with my husband. I slept until 10 yesterday morning then lounged around the house watching basketball until I went shopping with Peggy in the late afternoon. They we ate BBQ and played Rook and Aggravation with Greg's parents. Sounds mundane, I know, but it is exactly the kind of day I needed to just relax and chill some of my lofty expectations. Trust me, Greg thinks I'm much sweeter this way.

Friday, December 10, 2004

too much sweetness?

I didn't realize how much sugar is involved in socializing, especially around the holidays.

Thursday, December 9, 2004

busyness and happiness

My blogging has been sporadic lately. I have no good excuse, but I'll pin it on a combined busyness and good mood. (It's easier to blog when specific things happen and lately I've just been going about my days with a happier mindset.)

A string of work-related meetings and Christmas-related events picked up this week:
Wednesday: Crimestoppers at 11:30 a.m., MSU Staff Congress at 1:30 p.m.
Thursday: Rotary at noon, Murray City Council at 6
Friday: MSU Board of Regents at 10 a.m. then again at 1:30 p.m.
Sunday: Christmas caroling with church at 4 p.m.
Monday: grassroots school choice group at 6 p.m.
Tuesday: Murray Planning Commission at 5 p.m., Greg's work Christmas party at 6:30 p.m.
Wednesday: Murray Board of Zoning Adjustments at 4:30 p.m., wrapping presents with church group for local family at 8 p.m.
Thursday: my work Christmas party at 6:30 p.m.

And the funniest part is I don't feel stressed out. I'm a nerd and holiday geek so I don't mind. And those are only time-sensitive events, throw in some interviews and other work with other things I want to get done at home, including some concluding Christmas shopping, and I have a busy schedule until Christmas. Then it gets busy again with Christmas here, Christmas there, slipping in some work, then New Year's Eve in Lexington sandwiched in a second trip in a week to Louisville...

But I continue to love this time of the year.

I need an opinion:
It is professional (or maybe acceptable...) to send people I work with (not office work with, but sources out in the community work with...) Christmas cards? Another newspaper I worked out encouraged such a gesture and I think I want to do it here. And if doing so is OK, I probably need to get crackin' because I'm realizing that list could be long. I guess it borders on brown-nosing, but I really love Christmas cards and might as well us the opportunity to build these relationships. Oh, sorry, I shouldn't be influencing your opinion you're going to give me.

Man, for thinking I didn't have anything to say, I've babbled.

a boy out west I've never met

He is serious and efficient. He doesn't care about material things and lives in a shepherd's wagon. But he loves to roll down hills to make his sister laugh.

Monday, December 6, 2004

moving on, sort of

I think my parents are going to move. I have mixed thoughts about the whole thing, really. First of all, they are just planning to move into Louisville. They liked a place off Bardstown Road near the Gene Snyder. That would shave off about 30 minutes whenever I come from Murray to visit them. But they are moving from the only house Kevin, Cassie and I have ever lived in. (Well, they moved there when I was almost two...) The good news is they are moving because they are selling the house to Kevin and Laine. That's neat. Maybe Milla can grow up in the same house her dad did. And then we can all still go there for holidays and such and not feel like our roots have been totally uprooted. The craziest part is Kevin and Laine want to close Dec. 30.

holiday humor

I read this on the wire this morning...

EAGLE PASS, Texas (AP) � A life-size fiberglass statue of Jesus that was found in the Rio Grande has ended up in a police department�s evidence room, but law officers say it can�t stay there much longer.

Border Patrol agents found the statue on a sandbar in the river Aug. 31. When agents first saw it from the air, they thought it was a body and launched a rescue attempt.

Police have kept it for 90 days, waiting for an owner to come forward. They say it now must be disposed of as unclaimed property.

�We see every day a steady flow of people coming in and paying homage to it,� Police Chief Juan A. Castaneda said. �We�ve had them come from different parts of the country.�

City Manager Jesus M. Olivares says the city has decided to donate the statue to someone who could share it with the public. He placed the issue on the City Council�s agenda for Tuesday.

... and the funniest part to me is that the city manager's name is Jesus.

Thursday, December 2, 2004

redecorating the Christmas tree

So I put up the Christmas tree by myself Monday afternoon. Well, once I got it all decorated, half of the strand of lights stopped working. I thought it just needed a new bulb. So I got one...

Well, it still didn't work. And you all must know I could stand having a Christmas tree that was only half way lit. So yesterday I bought a new strand of lights. Last night I took the broken ones off. Although I tried to do that without taking the ornaments off, which wasn't really smart. I recruited Greg's help because I was frustrated. Then I ended up taking all the ornaments off anyway.

OK, so on to the new lights. (By the way, growing up my family always used colored lights and I always wished we had white ones. Well, when I moved out on my own I ended up with hand-me-down colored lights. Well, when they broke this year, there were replaced with white lights!) Greg stood on one side of the tree and I handed him the lights as I looped them around...

until they ran out and I still wasn't done. My new strand of lights wasn't long enough.

Being a fiesty combination of determined and stubborn, I went to Wal-Mart at 10:30 last night to buy a second strand of lights. (Now, coming from a person who dreads the Wal-Mart parking lot and is usually in bed by 10, this may sound strange, but that's a fabulous time to go to Wal-Mart because not many people do...) So I came home and Greg helped me finish putting them on.

Then he helped me put the ornaments BACK ON.

The frustrating situation turned into a good one because my husband helped me decorate the tree after I thought I had taken care of it by myself. (Even though his motivate was more about wanting me to go to bed with him...) He's not into the Christmas tree thing, but I think he might have appreciated it a little more last night when he realized a majority of our ornaments are ones his mom gave me that she had given Greg growing up. Most of them are dated and many are from different places they went. Maybe when we have kids he'll appreciate the strange fake tree (although I want a bigger, fullier one...) with random plastic and glass figures and such hung on its branches, which are covered in two strands of white lights.

Wednesday, December 1, 2004

nerdy newness

She tore off the calendar page for November 2004 and moved on to December.

Dec. 1.

The beginning of the last for the year. What a refreshing task. Twelve times a year. That's all.

Her 2005 calendar was ready too. The once-a-year new beginning was approaching.

Then she laughed silently at herself for being such a nerd.

unexpected but appreciated

I got a raise yesterdy at work. And I had to do a double-take at my paycheck to make sure. What a pleasant surprise.


She heard the pitter-patter on the window and wondered if it was going to stop. But she soon sunk into her sea of blankets and was rocked to sleep by the warmth and the soft tapping. She was glad the rain was outside her window.