eternal

i am attending a wedding and a christening this weekend.
it is very exciting to be sharing in the joyous events of friends and family. celebrating their milestones with them.
pausing to think, my synthetic realization is that neither of the women thought their respective events would happen. certainly, neither of them seemed to have lost hope... but it's fair to say these happinesses took each by surprise.

i have to tell you how vicariously giddy this makes me.
one of my favorite phrases is "hope springs eternal".
i am a ridiculously optimistic person, when it all boils down.

the bummer?
*I* was hoping to get a good 3 or so coats of black nail polish on over the weekend.
still, it's a small price to pay, really...

thanksgiving morning

not the national holiday
but a morning of giving thanks, is all

- thanks to francey pants for my tag. mmm.
- thanks to pinkey pants (te he) for the reminder of what's really important in this world - with magnets!
- thanks to my man for accepting me broken
- thanks to my baby for telling me that I can't be a bonehead because I'm her mama
- thanks to the weak but persevering layer of concrete separating my basement laundry room from the invading mudpit that every day attempts another surge through to the world above
- thanks to the cleaning crew for not taking home the expensive bracelet (christmas-gift-from-my-aforementioned-accepting-husband) that fell from my wrist and landed on the floor of my office, where it lay in wait for some loving (and until that moment insanely panicked) paws to reach down and reclaim it
- thanks to my friends who love me
- thanks to my family for the same (and the occasional bag of green-groceries)
- thanks to the Lord above for the life I live, the life I love, and the life through which I learn

membership drive

it's that week again.

the week when my radio stations are asking me for money. it makes me feel like such a free-loading-slacker that i don't actually have a membership for the clubs that i keep sneaking into, every day, on my way to work, oftentimes at work, and then again every day on my way home. for the one radio station that keeps me smart and the other that keeps me calm.

the other, that by the bye, may actually have saved the life (or at least the rear bumper) of the uppity cadillac that decided to teach me a lesson about letting people into my 2 car length safety zone on a rainy morning drive - that wanted to show me how to be nice by driving 40 miles an hour at 10 to 7 on a VERY BUSY morning rush enhanced major thoroughfare in the inside lane.
some people just aren't happy until they see the first bird of the morning, i guess...

back to the point - - i feel like a right bum for listening and not paying.
until the little voice of all the rich people in the world sneaks in and tells me, you don't get rich by paying for something you can get for free, and the measely 50 bucks you could afford to front the station won't even make a dent in your tax return... you never ever donate to charity unless you can claim it and have it make a difference...

i'm glad i don't have semi-anual membership drives, by the way. you can rest assured that you will never hear that kind of self-abasing begging from me. why? well, the simple honest truth is that i don't want to suffer the bad news of discovering that 90% of my readership comes from misdirected search returns and the "next blog" button (my site meter tells me enough of that all on its own). not to mention, i'd probably have to wrack my brain trying to design and develop cool little reward gifts that didn't set me back more than I pulled in... i'm thinking sculpy and shirnkey dinks here...

it's a dark and rainy tuesday... nearly abysmal outside. it's the kind of day (as i said to a far too well dressed gentleman on the way up this mornig) that makes you glad to be in the office. it's the kind of day that a lot of work gets done without feeling at all like something more fun has been missed. (except that I can have a LOT of fun indoors with my little girl... who is probably waking up just now).

the stress/strain is starting to subside from my neck and shoulders. thank heaven.

roll on October...