(Sorry, I am channeling my inner Gossip Girl.)
maternity: j+d
13 years ago
Monday, October 26, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I let out a little scream at work when I heard the news…
Cirque du Soleil is coming to Portland with their show, KOOZA!
Presale tickets were just announced
and I couldn’t resist sharing the news with you, my friends.
Don’t miss out…
Poor Mr. Cunningham
Remember my mention of Joan, our building’s maintenance person? Well now she has the live in scared…
Yesterday I received a call from the live in at 8:30am. Now, we talk a lot during the day but he never calls me that early unless 1. He has gotten into a traffic altercation. 2. He “forgot” to tell me we had company coming over that evening. Or 3. He is being stalked by Joan, the maintenance women.
This time it was reason #3.
As the live in was headed out of the building to his car Joan appeared “out of nowhere” according to the live, but come on let’s keep it real. She probably came out of the maintenance closest if you can believe that. Regardless, she appeared and said to my live in, “good morning…it’s Mr. Cunningham, correct?” Stunned and shaken he replied, “yes, yes it is.”
Apparently this exchange of sentences was enough to send the live in into a conspiracy so tangled only a {true} Cunningham could conceive of it. The live in does not understand how this woman knows his name and now believes she is stalking his hot body. To be honest, I don’t know how she would know his name either. We do have our cars registered to the building and maybe she has access to that list so that she can monitor the parking garage? Who knows. I will say that the live in rocks a suit to work everyday and although this can be quite pleasing to the eyes he just doesn’t seem like Joan’s type.
I listened and sympathized with the live in as he described the situation over and over. He is clearly scared. Perhaps I should start escorting him to his car each morning…
Yesterday I received a call from the live in at 8:30am. Now, we talk a lot during the day but he never calls me that early unless 1. He has gotten into a traffic altercation. 2. He “forgot” to tell me we had company coming over that evening. Or 3. He is being stalked by Joan, the maintenance women.
This time it was reason #3.
As the live in was headed out of the building to his car Joan appeared “out of nowhere” according to the live, but come on let’s keep it real. She probably came out of the maintenance closest if you can believe that. Regardless, she appeared and said to my live in, “good morning…it’s Mr. Cunningham, correct?” Stunned and shaken he replied, “yes, yes it is.”
Apparently this exchange of sentences was enough to send the live in into a conspiracy so tangled only a {true} Cunningham could conceive of it. The live in does not understand how this woman knows his name and now believes she is stalking his hot body. To be honest, I don’t know how she would know his name either. We do have our cars registered to the building and maybe she has access to that list so that she can monitor the parking garage? Who knows. I will say that the live in rocks a suit to work everyday and although this can be quite pleasing to the eyes he just doesn’t seem like Joan’s type.
I listened and sympathized with the live in as he described the situation over and over. He is clearly scared. Perhaps I should start escorting him to his car each morning…
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Need A Good Book?
I thought I would pass on this
recommendation to you...it truly is a great book.
recommendation to you...it truly is a great book.
I already have a list of people
waiting to borrow my copy…
waiting to borrow my copy…
Thursday, October 15, 2009
My Week
It’s been a week since I have truly blogged. Friends, time is flying by within the walls of our loft. And it doesn’t help that the days are literally getting shorter and shorter either.
Anyhow, here’s a little of what’s been up this past week:
• The live in has slept on the couch the last three nights in a row. Apparently he felt like taking up snoring and that’s not really welcomed in our bed. I am sympathetic to his nasal issues to a point - however during the middle of the night when he feels like cuddling up about two inches from my face and then letting out a bone curdling log saw, I have little tolerance. Now, before you jump to his defense you should know two things. 1. Our couch is awesome for sleeping on. 2. The recent sleeping arrangements were entirely his choose. Apparently it beats getting kicked in the shins all night.
• I found out that someone I do business with reads my blog. Random, but cool. Hi Laura.
• I am in texting jail. I have a small (okay, medium size) celebrity crush on Chad Ochocinco, who is a bit of a twitter king. I am not on twitter, I don’t tweet, but I thought it might be cool to “follow” Chad as the kids say. So I set up my little account and starting following. The guy is funny. Then I thought it would be nice to have his twitter updates sent to my cell. It would be like a little treat a work, something to break up the day – not to mention a great conversation piece.
By the way, the live in did not understand the relationship I had with Chad. Honestly, I felt like he was a bit jealous.
One morning while I was getting ready the live in asked if I had an unlimited text plan on my phone. I told him I did. Of course I did. I am 28, texting is rad, obviously I would have an unlimited plan. He asked, he said, because just that morning I had already gotten 20 texts from Chad. Before 7:30am my time…no joke. Later that day (and 15 texts later) I double checked with my phone company that I truly had an unlimited plan. Turns out I actually don’t. Chad had already used up 75% of my allotment for October.
He and I broke up that day.
• And lastly...
The live in needs to go to DVR school. Badly.
Anyhow, here’s a little of what’s been up this past week:
• The live in has slept on the couch the last three nights in a row. Apparently he felt like taking up snoring and that’s not really welcomed in our bed. I am sympathetic to his nasal issues to a point - however during the middle of the night when he feels like cuddling up about two inches from my face and then letting out a bone curdling log saw, I have little tolerance. Now, before you jump to his defense you should know two things. 1. Our couch is awesome for sleeping on. 2. The recent sleeping arrangements were entirely his choose. Apparently it beats getting kicked in the shins all night.
• I found out that someone I do business with reads my blog. Random, but cool. Hi Laura.
• I am in texting jail. I have a small (okay, medium size) celebrity crush on Chad Ochocinco, who is a bit of a twitter king. I am not on twitter, I don’t tweet, but I thought it might be cool to “follow” Chad as the kids say. So I set up my little account and starting following. The guy is funny. Then I thought it would be nice to have his twitter updates sent to my cell. It would be like a little treat a work, something to break up the day – not to mention a great conversation piece.
By the way, the live in did not understand the relationship I had with Chad. Honestly, I felt like he was a bit jealous.
One morning while I was getting ready the live in asked if I had an unlimited text plan on my phone. I told him I did. Of course I did. I am 28, texting is rad, obviously I would have an unlimited plan. He asked, he said, because just that morning I had already gotten 20 texts from Chad. Before 7:30am my time…no joke. Later that day (and 15 texts later) I double checked with my phone company that I truly had an unlimited plan. Turns out I actually don’t. Chad had already used up 75% of my allotment for October.
He and I broke up that day.
• And lastly...
The live in needs to go to DVR school. Badly.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
1950's?
The live in and I are helping out at the Aids Walk this Sunday. It’s a volunteer group based out of Wells Fargo, which is where the live in works. Last night we went to the mandatory volunteer training session (blah!) and we were asked to introduce ourselves to the group and explain where we worked. The organizer assumed everyone there worked for Wells Fargo and he was more or less asking them to say which part of the company they worked in. I do not work for Wells Fargo. So, I introduced myself as “Troy’s wife”. In other words, good bye self identity…hello 1950’s. What was I thinking with this answer? Plus, poor live in. I looked a wreck and he was looking his usual GQ self. I still had pieces of bun in my hair from the hamburger I just devoured. And I refused to take my coat off because “I didn’t want to stay long.” So, picture a really sloppy Eskimo with out of control hair, and you have your visual.
On the way out of the bank from our meeting there was a group of homeless people making camp for the night. One woman looked at me and with the most sincere voice said, “God bless you, you take care.” I am pretty sure she thought I was one of them (or would be soon). This didn’t offend me. She was nice. Then another guy yelled, “watch out for Chase”. And the live in laughed. It was funny.
On the way home I told the live in that the way I introduced myself was a poor life decision. He disagreed. I also told him I refused to wear the Wells Fargo Volunteer shirt they were threatening to make me wear. He disagreed with that too.
On the way out of the bank from our meeting there was a group of homeless people making camp for the night. One woman looked at me and with the most sincere voice said, “God bless you, you take care.” I am pretty sure she thought I was one of them (or would be soon). This didn’t offend me. She was nice. Then another guy yelled, “watch out for Chase”. And the live in laughed. It was funny.
On the way home I told the live in that the way I introduced myself was a poor life decision. He disagreed. I also told him I refused to wear the Wells Fargo Volunteer shirt they were threatening to make me wear. He disagreed with that too.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Portland Fashion Week is here!
I encourage you all to go check out this fun event.
My friends and I have made it an annual thing…
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