Saturday, September 17, 2005

Where's my red stapler?

I have two job interviews next week - both with FSU's School of Theatre. I am interviewing for both the Cultural Participation Coordinator and the Marketing Manager position. Cross your fingers and knock on wood!

Tuesday, September 13, 2005


I have leapt into the throes of suburbia and joined a bunco group. Bunco requires little to no brain cells - you throw three dice and hope to land on the proper number for that round. No skill - which is great because these women can drink anyone under the table.

I had the pleasure of hosting these twelve women at my house on Wednesday. The theme was black and white toga night - think Animal House with a Martha Stewart twist. I bought a 24 pack of Bud Light and a 24 pack of Michelob Ultra, 24 pack of Smirnoff Twists and 2 bottles of wine - one Chardonnay and one Merlot. I only had a half a bottle of Chardonnay, and 20 Smirnoff Twists left. These girls are crazy - and so fun.

Who knew Suburbia could be so fun? If every PTA meeting could be so fun, I think more parents would be involved!

Sunday, September 04, 2005

5 things you may not know about me...

1. I have a ton of picture frames, but most do not have pictures in them. I can never find just the right photo to put up - and I can't pick just a few! I do still display the picture frames, just with the photo it came with.

2. I read blogs. Lots of them. And of people I don't even know. I compare it to my other obsession - reality TV. I also like to drive by houses and try to peek in windows. Not in a gross way - just to see how their house is decorated. Didn't know I was such a voyeaur did you?

3. When I eat a cheeseburger, I eat it in a spiral. I eat all of the crust off and then eat around the middle. Weird? Maybe just a bit.

4. I am shy.

5. Not a day goes by that I don't miss my grandma. Two years later, and I still grab the phone to call her.

Now it is your turn. Tell me something about you that I don't know in the comments!

Friday, September 02, 2005

It is heartbreaking to watch the news, read the survivor acccounts, and listen to the devastation of the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. I cannot imagine the sense of loss of an entire city and the ramifications of that loss for a lifetime. I also have trouble believing that this is happening in my very own country

I remember watching the stories coming out of the tsunami aftermath. And feeling a bit removed from the scene unfolding on the cable news. I gave a donation, and cried for the loss of life, but I couldn't identify with what was happening. It was too far away and a natural disaster that I didn't relate to.

Now I turn on the TV and realize that these people who are struggling for survival are mere hundreds of miles away. A day's drive. I feel helpless. I have given a small donation both to the Red Cross and a family of 6 who is staying with at the home Michael's vice principal. Neither of these donations are big by any means. But we will continue to give as we can through the next months, years. I have signed up with a local group in town to receive updates as to when they need volunteers to go to Mobile, AL to help with the efforts there. It's not enough, but it is a beginning.

I have my own thoughts on the way things have been handled. No doubt, we will continue to analize the timeline and steps taken for many years to come. Policies will be changed, thankfully. However, now is not the time to place blame or point fingers. Help is needed - that comes first.

What next? Locusts?

Back to regularly scheduled cheeriness in a bit ...