Spring is afoot, and she's sporting strappy sandals...
ROCK IT, GIRL!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Turn out the lights, turn up the awareness
On Saturday, March 29, 2008, Earth Hour invites people around the world to turn off their lights for one hour – from 8:00pm to 9:00pm in their local time zone. On this day, cities around the world, including Copenhagen, Chicago, Melbourne, Dubai, and Tel Aviv, will hold events to acknowledge their commitment to energy conservation.
A big thank-you to Google for lowering their lights and raising some awareness. *hug*
A big thank-you to Google for lowering their lights and raising some awareness. *hug*
Friday, March 28, 2008
Sheepish admittance
oh, 
, you are so cruel. . . .
no denver dates for your 2008 summer tour???? COME! ON! you're killing me, smalls.
i swear, if it weren't for your sexy eyebrow-arching skills, i would probably end this ne'er-waning 24-year crush. you are well aware, i'm sure, of my life-long dilligence in honing my listening skills for maximum enjoyment of your music. i was 5 when i first heard "faith"; "faith" is the second song i remember listening to on the radio (the first was phil collins "one more night", the first radio song my dad taught my brother and i three-part harmony on: "please give me one more night, give me one more night, ooo ooo ooooooooo"... yes, yes, we get it, one more night, just one more night, one more - PHIL!) and ohhhhh how "faith" moved my little soul, moved it right up into my right hand which washed the dishes to save the money that bought the cassette that george made. and the rest, peeps, is history.
so wtf, g? denvah-lovin' ain't good enough for your british bum? pffhhh*
*akin to the sound "pshaw" without the -aw, made complete with accompanying wrinkled forehead, slight eye-roll, waist-high talk-to-the-hand gesture, and derisive grunt to finish off the number
, you are so cruel. . . .no denver dates for your 2008 summer tour???? COME! ON! you're killing me, smalls.
i swear, if it weren't for your sexy eyebrow-arching skills, i would probably end this ne'er-waning 24-year crush. you are well aware, i'm sure, of my life-long dilligence in honing my listening skills for maximum enjoyment of your music. i was 5 when i first heard "faith"; "faith" is the second song i remember listening to on the radio (the first was phil collins "one more night", the first radio song my dad taught my brother and i three-part harmony on: "please give me one more night, give me one more night, ooo ooo ooooooooo"... yes, yes, we get it, one more night, just one more night, one more - PHIL!) and ohhhhh how "faith" moved my little soul, moved it right up into my right hand which washed the dishes to save the money that bought the cassette that george made. and the rest, peeps, is history.
so wtf, g? denvah-lovin' ain't good enough for your british bum? pffhhh*
*akin to the sound "pshaw" without the -aw, made complete with accompanying wrinkled forehead, slight eye-roll, waist-high talk-to-the-hand gesture, and derisive grunt to finish off the number
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Seeing Red
If I can just get one more thing off my chest today, it's that I *adore* my allergies. My itchy eyes, my runny nose, my 2-11 sneezes in a row...man, is my heart ever full of gratitude. The best part? My right eye channels a furious red demon the rest of the day. Just the right one. I used to think that my eyeballs were a tight pair, totally there for each other. Not so. Thanks little babes, for making me look so fiiiiine to the general public: "No, ma'am, I do not have pink eye -this guy's just a little fiesty today." Amen.
Runner on first....
Coffee goes fast in this place. I've found that on these especially grayish -brooding early spring days, I have to lace up my racing shoes to score a single cup. But the dude manning the coffee-maker this morning promised a strong batch, so I am REA-DY. Timer is set for 7 minutes, let's go.
(did I say racing shoes? because I really meant racing flip-flops, but I'm a totally fast walker, so no worries, peeps.)
(did I say racing shoes? because I really meant racing flip-flops, but I'm a totally fast walker, so no worries, peeps.)
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