February 27, 2007 • 1:40 AM
Some days can be measured in smiles and laughs. Other days can be measured in hugs and kisses.
Then there are those days that are measured by how far you’re willing to scrounge to find enough change to get chocolate from the vending machine in the lunch room.
Today I emptied out my purse. I got on my hands and knees to check underneath and behind my desk. I systematically searched through all of my drawers and it was beneath the box of CD sleeves that I found the last 15 cents I needed to get a Twix. YES!!!
At least now my day has been productive and successful.
Filed under: Working
February 25, 2007 • 10:52 PM
On a girls nite out we all went to the Irvine Spectrum for dinner and a movie.
Now I’d heard bad reviews about this movie but there wasn’t any else out that we could agree on so we went to see it anyway. It wasn’t hair-pulling awful, but it is a movie best left for a rental or even its tv debut.
Daphne Wilder, a single mother who raised three daughters, is worried that her youngest Millie, whom she describes as psychotic flypaper for men, will follow in her footsteps and end up alone. So as all overbearing, smothering mothers must do she intervenes and decides to find her a stable, successful mate. Of course she uses the internet to do it and must endure a freak parade before she finds "the one."
It’s just overkill and overplayed. Any mother that intrusive would drive you to therapy, which I think they all need. It was all just too much. Too many predictable moments. Too many cutsey moments.
Although I have to give Keaton props for building in her own romantic moments into this movie. She gets her man too.
Filed under: Pop Culture
I promised myself that I would unpack every single box and tote this time. Normally I just live with boxes.
Erika came over to check out the new place and help me settle in.
I did a farely decent job of putting away 80% of my belongings but it’s the last 20% that kills you. That and the fact that I couldn’t figure out how to organize my room. For the past month I’d look at the mounds of stuff, get overwhelmed and avoid my room.
Enter Erika, queen organizer. She is the perfect one for this job. Seriously.
She asked me the tough questions. Do I really need to have three alarm clocks? How many chenille blankets does one person need? She made me sort through eighteen mismatched sheet sets. She forced me wittle down my collection of purses to a manageable number. She made me find a home for everything and if I couldn’t it went into the Salvation Army pile.
Erika is a gift. Not only do my belongings have a home, my room is organized and the furniture has good feng shui. And I must say she is freakishly strong.
I felt like I let her into the inner workings of my mind today. She has officially seen the wizard, so to speak. It was hard but fun because it was someone I trusted loving helping me to do it.
My life actually feels better now that this task is nearly accomplished. Now I just have to get the pictures hung.
Filed under: Friendshipping, Psychobabbling
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