Birthday Revisited
Yesterday, in the mail, I received the most beautiful post card I have ever seen. Allison sent it to me and it is a detail of one of her new paintings. I’m very much needing her to have a website where I can go to see all of her new paintings and the old ones too that I can no longer see just by looking at my walls. If you ever visited our apartment just off V for Violent, you would know that the place I call home has never looked as good as it did in those days, filled with her art (and, as it turns out, all of her furniture. I did totally dominate the kitchen cupboards though, since I clearly invested in the things that were most important to me – food making tools and devices, having given away that heavy heavy sleeper sofa to the Buergers – which I have, oddly enough, sat on a number of times since, given that they still own that sofa and it is in their apartment here in Dallas).
I love my postcard with so much love that I couldn’t put it down for a little bit and I kept telling Jud how beautiful it was, as if he’d suddenly gone blind and could not see the beauty for himself. Then I put it in my purse so that I could bring it to the office where I spend most of my waking hours. This morning I carefully positioned it on my cube wall so that I can see it every time I reach for the phone (which, of course, is a lot). I was so proud of my pretty new addition and feeling so great about it that I called people over to show them the postcard hanging on my cube wall. They liked it too, but not as much as I did.
My day was going well……not too much to do; a good amount of Chinese salad waiting for me to eat it for lunch; the promise of cookies from the catered lunch for the project pricing team. Then the front desk called me and asked me to come up to the front for a minute. Either the receptionist needed help with the postage machine, a FedEx package I sent was found with explosive materials or I had a surprise. I was really hoping for that last one…..and I was right to hope! Jud brought me beautiful flowers (which I’m pretty sure are from Central Market) in a very cute vase with so much character and beauty that my cube is now very enjoyable and very much like home.
I love Allison.
I love Jud.
Differently.
PS I got lots of cards and ecards and emails and text messages and phone calls from lots of wonderful friends this week and today – thank you Cheryl and Laurie and Mandy and Ronke and Celisse and Jeremy & Rachel and Jenn and Zanna and Mom and Dad and all of the rest of you. It is so nice to be remembered!!
Addendum
When I got home even more wonderful things were waiting for me, like a banner (more on why I love banners later) 
and a German chocolate cake (also from Central Market) and Buffalo Mozzarella (my favorite cheese, and clearly, if you have a favorite cheese, you really love cheese). Then we went out to dinner at Scalinis with our current house guests….the future Mr. & Mrs. Jeremy. We are spending tons of time with them and you are jealous!!
More thank yous are due Tawnya, Grans, Amy and Mandy for the emails and the cards! I love you too and thanks for making me feel so special (not in the shorty bus way).
Read MoreHappy Birthday Kim!
This post is to say Happy Birthday to Kim. She is such a wonderful woman and I am happy to celebrate her today…maybe I’ll build her a cake or somesing…
Finishing Up
So, my dad has been here since Sunday night and we have been celebrating school, since Jud has one summer class that he attends and two that are online and Dad is here to go to a class and will be back next month for more.
I, however, no longer believe in hi-er edjumucatin. After listening to the rehash of bizarre pontifications from their professors, I realize that higher education, while mostly good, is also quite a bit about filtering out the false and the pride and the crazy and finding the truth in spite of all the classroom time. I’m proud of Dad and Jud for spending lots of time, energy and money (okay, so the us.gov picks up the tab for dad, but who’s counting? Uh, I guess, I am.) on getting their Master’s degrees, but I’m just really glad that I’m not going to class with them. I’d totally freak…..at least twice a semester.
By the end of the summer, Jud will have 36 graduate credits under his belt.
Dad will have finished all of his requirements for graduation.
And neither will have lost it on their profs.
Makes me proud.
Celebrating at the Cheesecake Factory = Giant Salads
You will not graduate unless you finish that giant mound of food.
You will get a B in housework if that knife is not scrubbed clean!
Because you always wanted to read my email on Thursdays
Me To Ronke: When we start our own workplace / social graces consulting company, one of the things I will remind people about is that they should smell pleasant while at work. Too bad I should take my own advice and remember to put on some deodorant before I leave!! Oh, and perfume? Forgot that too!!! And my breakfast? Forgot that too!!!
Something is seriously wrong with me today and you aren’t even here for me to talk to about it. I hope your little training class is all that you dreamed it would be!
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Ronke To Me: Okay Stinky McGee…you are creating a hazardous work environment. I am so tired, I stayed up to watch the Mavs lose last night *ugh*. The training class will be great I’m sure…Also, you might be preggers (because) the fetus makes you forgetful…..
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Me to Ronke: I’m pretty sure when I am preggers that I will puke my guts out for a while, so I’m 99% sure that the forgetfulness comes from poor planning and
overconfidence as I walked out my door (ha! am early! am drinking orange juice! am so together!).
You crazy basketball lover, you. Why must you cheer for the sweaty lanky men? Also, why won’t that Dirk guy cut his hair already? He’s on TV!! He needs to look better than that. It’s not like he needs to save money by spacing out his haircuts (Kim, why is your hair so long? Excuse me, but your split ends are showing.)
tv crime real time
My friends at work were always catching those Datelines about online predators who solicit teenagers and actually show up at their homes following four hour drives. I hadn’t seen one until last Wednesday when Ronke told me that one would be on and then I reminded myself eighty billion times so that I would remember to watch it instead of Lost because I haven’t seen Lost in ages and none of it even made sense to me then, so why would it now. So, I watched and it was both horrifying and funny. ‘Can you believe this guy?’ and also ‘why is that guy from Dateline so funny when he asks those questions?’
After watching last week and calling Ronke during commercials, I found out that a new one was on this week. I stumbled across it and then got a text message to check it out again. The gross people were even grosser and stranger than the last week. And even though these shows make me terrified to ever bring children into this world, what with all the perviness out there, I also found myself deliciously enjoying their outing on national tv.
Rehabilitate, shre-habilitate. Lock em up forever.
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