I've been tagged.
Jobs I have had
1 - Beet field hoer
2 - Cheese factory worker
3 - Copywriter
4 - Creative Director
Movies I could watch over and over
1 - Goonies
2 - Rushmore (actually all Wes Anderson flix)
3 - Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels
4 - The Big Lebowski
Favorite TV Shows
1 - The Office
2 - Lost
3 - Simpsons
4 - Seinfeld
1 - Making movies of my kids
2 - Music
3 - Snowboarding
4 - Blogging
Places I have lived
1 - Jerome, ID
2 - Pittsburgh, PA
3 - Salt Lake City, UT
4 - Boulder, CO
1 - Buffalo Wild Wings (Honey BBQ)
2 - Cafe Rio (Chicken Enchilada)
3 - Hailey's Dr. Pepper Grilled Chicken
4 - Hailey's Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cookies
Places I'd rather be
1 - With my kids
2 - Not at the office so much
3 - Snowbird
4 - On a vacation with Hailey
Websites I visit
1 - Blogs
2 - Youtube
3 - Ads of the World
4 - Presurfer
Who I am Tagging
1 - Spencer
2 - Kyle
3 - Russ/Emily
4 - Ponyboy
Sunday, September 30, 2007
I've been tagged.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Being sick blows.
I don't think I've thrown up in a good seven years. Well, let's just say last night I made up for lost time. And today I don't seem to be showing any signs of progress. Hailey and the kids are visiting Keith in Durango this week (yes, I'm sure a great Keith story will come of it) and I'm here, slowly dying. With an ever rising fever, I reach out to blogland. Do any of you know any remedies to sooth my pain? I mean, look at me. I'm miserable with a capital M.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Blogland, I have a confession.
There's really no way for me to dance around this, so I'm just going to come out and say it. For the last fifteen years, I have worn the same belt every single day. What's so crazy about that, you ask? Well, perhaps you should look at said belt.
If you're thinking to yourself, "Hey, that looks like a girl's belt from the early 80's," you would be correct.
Yes, you read that right. I have worn a circa 1982 girl's belt every single day for the last 15 years. Please take a few minutes to let this sink in.
Now, why have I done this? Why have I worn this belt for so long? Where did it come from? Why am I now coming out of the closet on the issue? All fair questions, mind you. I've searched my soul seven times over and I can honestly say that I haven't the foggiest. Am I ashamed? I probably should be. But oddly enough, I'm not. I can't seem to find an ounce of remorse for my crime of fashion.
So why now? Why come out with this fifteen years later? Well, I'll tell you why. Today, the belt all but bit the dust. It's had a rough and tumble life. It's been through the thick and thin. And, well, it just wasn't engineered to last forever. Today, I noticed that only a small strand of fake leather is holding the belt together. A small strand of hope. A strand of freedom. A strand that, once severed, will end an era. And for that, I must pay homage. An ode, if you will.
ODE TO BELT
Oh beloved belt of slim.
Your fake pleather and spirited whim.
My pants you held up for oh so long.
My heart doth crush to know you're gone.
While for a girl, you were intended.
My manly hips, you forever mended.
And so it's with a saddened heart,
that I realize, we too, must part.
I hope your journey has been as sweet as mine.
Fifteen years later, oh belt divine.
It goes without saying that Hailey stands in complete protest against this wardrobe faux pas. But, like most of my unfortunate characteristics, she's been forced to shut it out. I can't really gauge how much longer the belt will last. It's a strong belt. A belt of miracles. It could hold on for another month, another week or another day. It's really anybody's guess. But I must face the inevitable and start thinking about a replacement. If you have any recommendations, I'm officially open to them. Thanks for your time and understanding in such a serious matter.
UPDATE: I have decided that when this belt finally dies that I'm going to have it bronzed and situated on a display plaque of some sort. Probably mahogany.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Just when you thought Steve was the only thing that happens.