30 January, 2009

It's 11:13pm

It's 11:13pm, and I haven't eaten dinner yet. It's not that I've been busy, or that I don't have any food, or that I'm not hungry. I just can't decide what I want to eat. There's literally nothing that appeals to me. There's nothing I WANT to eat for dinner. I know I should eat dinner; I know I need to eat dinner. I just don't particularly want to. There's nothing I want to eat, and I'm not in the mood to make anything. But I'm hungry. So I have to eat dinner. But I have no idea what I want.


What the heck is wrong with me tonight?? Okay, off to stare blankly into the pantry and the fridge....

28 January, 2009

What Women Want

So my girlfriends and I have been talking over the last several weeks, and one topic seems to keep coming up in each of our conversations. It doesn't matter if the conversation is with neighbors, high school friends, college friends, DC friends, or Ireland friends, it all winds up in the same place. Someone different raises it each time, but it always comes around to the same thing.

What do women want? What do we want out of our lives? Out of relationships? Out of friendships? Out of our jobs? What do we want?

(A quick shot out to A here, who can be found in this particular fine film in the pivotal 'girls running around Mel Gibson in the park' scene....check you out movie star!!)

It’s a hard question. And I’m not sure I know the answer to it, so how on earth can I expect a man out there, any man, to know the answer? How can I expect him to figure out what I want out of him when I don’t even fully know myself?

Relationships are hard. I don’t think many people out there would dispute that. And I’ve always said that if it’s not hard, it’s not worth doing. But I don’t think it should ALWAYS be hard. Sometimes, some things have to come easily, otherwise frustration sets in. So to that end: the list. In no particular order, I give you……


— A man who’ll hold open doors. Not just for me, but for little old ladies, kids, and parents with strollers.
— A guy who’ll do that half-stand, half-sit thing when we’re out to eat at a restaurant and I get up to leave the table. I don’t know what it is, but not enough guys do it, and with the ones who do? Total swoon factor.
— Someone who understands the part that my friends play in my life, the fact that since my family’s so small, that my friends ARE my family, in every way that matters.
— A guy who knows how to make me laugh after a really hard day at work.
— Even though no guy can really measure up to my father (I am a daddy’s girl after all!) , I want a guy who’ll understand and appreciate why I love my father as much as I do. And if that means that he sees some of the best qualities in my father, and emulates or adapts them for himself, well then all the better! :)
— A man who understands how important my work is to me.
— Someone who knows that I’m not telling him my problems because I want him to fix them, I’m telling him so he’ll sympathize with me, tell me how much it sucks, and then give me a hug.
— A gentleman. (If chivalry’s dead, I want some who’ll resuscitate it!)
— At the same time, I want a man who can hang right along with me on the "snarky" factor. Someone who's not going to judge me for judging people (Hey D, I judge, I'm a judger!), someone who's going to be snarky and sarcastic right there along with me.
— A guy who knows when a sympathetic hug is appropriate, and when I’m so worked up and angry and frustrated that I don’t want anyone to touch me, I just want to yell and scream for five minutes and get it out of my system. This girl needs her catharsis.
— A man who’ll not only like my cooking, but appreciate that I did it for him and tell me how good it is.
— Someone confident enough to make the first move. I know that it’s old fashioned, and I know that my feminist readers will get all upset with me for it, but darn it, every once in awhile I want the old fashioned romance, and I’m not going to apologize for it. I’m a traditionalist at heart, and even though I can take care of myself, I want a guy who understands that sometimes, I just need him to go first.
— A guy who wants to take care of me. Even though I can take care of myself, even though I’m 100% capable, even though in my life I’m usually the one taking care of other people, I want a man in my life who wants to take care of me sometimes.
— Someone who’s polite. Someone who says “Bless you!” when I sneeze, “Please pass the mashed potatoes” and “Thanks for taking out the trash.”
— Someone who’s not going to make fun of me for my crazy “TV Show on DVD” obsession.
— A man who loves dogs (especially Basset Hounds!).
— Someone who’ll send me flowers, just because.
— A guy who’ll tell me I’m beautiful, not because I ask him, or when we’re all dressed up to go out, or because he thinks I'm hinting (for the record, I'm usually not, I'm just not that devious.) but just because he can tell I’m having a bad day, and need a little lift. Or just because he loves me. Or just because he thinks it's true. :)
— Someone who understands that sometimes, I just need to be in a bad mood, to have a bad day. And I don’t need to be talked out of it, or told how great I am, or cheered up, or grinned out of it, I just need to be angry. I’ll get over it, I always do, but sometimes I need that bad mood. It makes the good days that much better.
— A man who’s not going to talk down to me, or condescend, or make me feel like less than I am.
— Someone who’s going to understand my crazy ability to spend HOURS at a time in a bookstore, without batting an eye.
— Someone who’ll laugh at my dorky tendencies, and love me not just in spite of them, but because of them.

WHAT MANY WOMEN WANT (Input from all my girlfriends….readers, feel free to add!)
— a man who makes his intentions clear from the beginning, like he's looking for marriage (not necessarily this second or with you, but it is a near-future goal) or he's just looking for fun (fine, but if I'm looking for the husband, then I'm probably moving on)
— a man who is responsible with money … he doesn't have to be rich, but he should be paying bills on time
— a man who can handle his alcohol. We're not in college anymore, a beer bong doesn't impress me and neither does how many shots you can do in an hour.
— Someone who will never lie to me (isn't it sad that that even needs to be said, I mean what happened to the days when that was a given??? whatever, its on the damn list now).
— Someone who is as good of a guy as my Dad.
— I want a guy who knows how to use a telephone for talking. Hey, I'm all for texting for certain situations but if you want to have a conversation, call me.
— I want a guy who likes sports and enjoys both watching and playing them. (don't laugh, it's actually harder to find than you think.)
— I want a guy who is confident enough to make the first move.
— Romantic dates
— Creativity
— Spontaneity
— Confidence
— Candlelight dinners
— Love notes
A man who'll....
1. open doors for me
2. run out to get things that I've left in the car
3. bring in my groceries
4. stop by work just to say hi
5. buy flowers for me just because
6. know my favorite color
7. pump gas so that I can stay in the nice warm car
8. pick out a treat for me when he goes grocery shopping
9. be a good father to my kid(s)
10. help me study for my tests
11. pray for me
12. go to Mass with me
13. have political discussions with me
14. make the bed with me already in it!
15. set the alarm for me to wake up
16. let me pick the restaurant
17. tell me specifically what HE would like to do tonight
18. change a diaper
19. skip boys' night out every once in a while to spend time with me
20. help me grade papers
21. be my best friend
22. listen to my problems without trying to fix them
23. do dishes every now and then
24. clean the shower
25. take out the garbage
26. tell me when he's coming home from work and be home at that time
27. call me when he's on a business trip or vacation
28. remember anniversaries and birthdays
29. tell me what is on his mind without me having to figure it out
— I know this is starting to sound like a slave's list of chores, but really, what I think it boils down to is thoughtfulness and really considering what I would want or need rather than just projecting what HE would want or need onto me AND being as transparent as possible about what he wants or needs so it's not a puzzle for me to figure out.
— Someone that is always on my side, esp in front of people. He can tell me I'm wrong when it's just the two of us, but otherwise, he's 100% behind me.
— Someone who puts me first.
— Someone who remembers the little things and uses them later to surprise me.
— Someone who believes in my dreams more than I do and encourages them.

27 January, 2009

I miss good Indian food.....

I've said it before and I'll say it again: There is no good Indian food in Ft. Lauderdale. As a point of fact, there are very few Indian restaurants in Ft. Lauderdale AT ALL, and unfortunately, none of the ones I've tried have been very good at all. So imagine my disappointment when I find that two of my favorite DC friends went to OUR Indian restaurant without me (which, of course, they're well within their rights to do, and I've encouraged them to enjoy good Indian food for me, so I'm really not mad, per say.).

Of course then, when the girls got back from the restaurant, S sent me the following e-mail:

"T and I went to our restaurant where funnily we were remembered and the waiter asked about you!! He wanted to know where you were!! The Indian restaurant guys miss us!"

And yes, I'm not ashamed to say that my heart warmed a little at the fact that I'm remembered at a restaurant back in DC. It makes me feel like I'm in an episode of Cheers!

26 January, 2009

My Music Obsession of the Moment

Sandi Thom is a Scottish Singer/Songwriter who came to prominence when she decided to have concerts in her basement and broadcast them over the internet. I discovered her in 2006 when her song "I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker With Flowers in My Hair" was a free download on iTunes. My favorite song of hers is "What If I'm Right?"

Her new album was only released in Europe, and I found out about it just last week, and ordered it off iTunes. It came, and I've been listening to it non-stop ever since. This is what I do with new music...I find something I love, and then I listen to it until I have all the words memorized. Then I listen to it some more until I can't stand to listen to it anymore. So if you see me walking down the street this week, humming "Help me get my feet back to solid ground, 'cos we're walking to the Devil's beat and it's tryin' to bring us down!" Just smile, wave and keep walking. I'll get it out of my system in a week or two, no problem.

23 January, 2009

Story Time!

Now many of you know that my father has had the same group of friends, basically since he was 6 years old. They've been there for each other through everything, and they've always been like family to me. A girl couldn't ask for a better group of uncles than the men of the Kitchen Cabinet. But I digress. This is Story Time with CW5H2O.

Dad had a few beers after work with the guys today. They hadn't seen each other much since Christmas, so they took time to catch up on how each others' holidays had gone. DS won the award for "Best/Most Awkward Christmas Story EVER." (An award I made up right here on the spot.)

So the family all went over to Grandma's house for Christmas. There are a ton of grandkids, and every year, Grandma makes stockings up for each of them with the standard Christmas fare. Candy canes, chocolate, travel sized toothpaste, lotto tickets, Christmas socks, etc. It was all pretty standard, so it came as a bit of a surprise when the older grandkids (24/25) started laughing. At first it was just shoulders shaking as they tried to hold the laughter in. Then, once they noticed that their other cousins all had the same thing in their stockings, the laughter just took over.

(I'm sure many of you know where this is going, but humor me, okay? I like my stories!)

So DS looks across at his daughter and asks her what's going on. She holds up the offending item, still shaking with laughter. Grandma's confused, she doesn't know why all the kids are laughing so hard. What's so funny about hand sanitizer?


Of course it wasn't hand sanitizer.

It was KY Jelly. Of course the entire thing became funnier/1,000x more awkward, when Grandma was still confused, and someone had to explain to her exactly what KY Jelly was.

Now Grandma is about the most conservative Catholic you've ever met (and that's saying a lot for a girl who's got 13 years of Catholic school under her belt!), and her husband jokes with her that she'll take any excuse at all to go to church, so he starts busting out laughing and tells her that she'll have to go twice today as penance for giving her grandchildren naughty paraphernalia in their Christmas stockings!

Now my dear friends (hmmm...I appear to be channeling my friend Angie, over at A Book A Day this evening!), if you're anything like me, there's one question that you can't seem to stop yourself from asking as this story ends. Namely, what exactly did they do with the 30+ bottles of KY Jelly after Christmas?
~Did Grandma keep the receipt and take them back to the store? I'm guessing not, because she was MORTIFIED at the realization that the store clerks probably thought she was running some kind of sex ring for the senior set, and she could never go back to that pharmacy ever again.
~Let the kids keep them? Nope. Not gonna happen.
~Throw them away? In this economy? That's a waste of money.
~Donate them? (This was A's suggestion.) To what? The Anonymous Association of People Who Don't Secrete Enough Bodily Fluids? Ew.

So I've got nothin'...I guess Option #3 is probably the most likely, but I haven't been able to stop laughing ever since Dad called to tell me this story. I love my father...he always has the best stories. And I love that I'm finally old enough that Mom'll actually allow him to tell me most of them. (Yes, most. I'm still their little girl after all! I have innocent ears!)

21 January, 2009

The End of Another Girls Weekend

Well, T and I took S to the airport last night, and I just put T in a cab this morning, so it's official....the second annual Girls' Weekend has come to an end (for those of you keeping track, the first was Vegas last May!). It was amazing...shopping (yes, I think I'll be going back to the outlets to purchase that AMAZING dark purple leather Coach bag with my next paycheck!), The Melting Pot, pedicures (to go with the matching pairs of sexy black peep-toe heels for each of us), more shopping, a trip to the Butterfly Museum, more great food, lots of chick flicks, and massages. There were conversations about boys, about work, about family, about boys....and we all agreed that as much as we love the new friends we've made (and I do love the new friends I've made, you guys are amazing!!), there's something about girl talk with the three of us that's just different. Maybe it's how well we know each other, maybe it's everything we've gone through together, maybe it's the point in our lives when we met, but whatever it is, I'm grateful for it, and that's what made the weekend incredible. So thanks ladies, let's do it again soon! I miss you already!

**Oh, and because it would be weird not to mention it: yesterday was a pretty cool day. It's nice to see our country come together, I just hope we can keep it going. If the way that John McCain and Barack Obama are behaving towards one another is any indication, we're in pretty good shape! And yes, I know President Obama has his detractors, and I think their opinions are perfectly valid. I even agree with them on a few salient points. But here's my bottom line: Give the man a chance. Eight years ago, President Bush took office with a far slimmer margin of favorable votes, and I gave him a chance. I argued with my staunchly Democratic friends that we should give him a chance, that we didn't know yet what he was going to do, and that it was unfair to judge him before he did anything. I maintain the same position now. Give the man a chance. Isn't that the good thing about our political system? Isn't it naive to believe that YOUR candidate is going to win every single time? Isn't this the POINT of a two party system? One of the checks and balances? So no one party is in power for too long? I was going to do this whole thing about PRI vs. PAN in Mexico, and how the PRI was in power for most of the 20th century, and the pros and cons of that, but then I realized.......no one cares about that but me, and this blog is not a place for a Mexican History lesson. So you're saved, and I'll get off my soap box now. :) This post has already diverged from my initial point:


Okay, off to work now. Much less fun!

19 January, 2009

Melting Pot!

The girls and I went to The Melting Pot for dinner last night. Now MP is one of my FAVORITE restaurants ever, and A and A will attest! We used to treat ourselves after finals every single semester at Butler, and we had the menu down pat...we knew what we were going to order before we even walked in! It was so much fun, and every time I go there now, I'm always flooded by wonderful memories. Well as the girls and I discovered last night, MP now has a cookbook. Yes, that's right, a cookbook. It contains every recipe that's been on their menu since they opened, along with a few additions, and includes their salads, dressings, sauces, and EVERYTHING! I now possess the recipe for Green Goddess! And teriyaki glaze (don't try to tell me I can buy that anywhere, or make it myself...I've tried, and it's just NOT the same)! I was driving home last night, full, happy, and a little in awe. I now possess the recipes for the greatest food in the world!

And I couldn't help but think of one of my favort Big Bang Theory quotes:
"I possess the DNA of Leonard Nimoy?! ... Do you realize what this means?!?! All I need is a healthy ovum and I can grow my own Leonard Nimoy!"

So yeah, I couldn't stop giggling all night after that! :)

17 January, 2009



Friday on my way home from work, I drove under a HUGE rainbow. I'm talking full on ROYGBIV, full arch, end to end rainbow. The kind you used to draw as a little kid in art class.

And as I was driving across the bridge, it was over the top of me, and I felt like I was 10 years old again. A part of me wanted to pull the car over to the side of the road and jump out to see if I could find the pot o' gold at the end of the rainbow. So I just knew it was going to be a good weekend. I went out with C and a bunch of her friends Friday night, then picked S up at the airport at midnight. T arrived this afternoon, and our little group was complete! It's so good to be with the girls again, like a little bit of home in Ft. Lauderdale! I'll post more later, (especially about the hysterical new form of civic protection that's roaming the streets of Ft. Lauderdale!), but for now, it's Girl's Weekend! :)

I repeat.....YAY!!!!!!!

16 January, 2009


I woke up this morning and totally, absolutely, 100% thought it was Saturday!!!

Talk about a major letdown....oh well, off to work!

15 January, 2009

Are You a Nerd Like Me?

Those of you who know me well, know that I'm a HUGE sucker for TV shows on DVD. I have over 100 of them, and some might call me a little obsessed. Hell, I might call me a little obsessed, but that's not the point of this post. The point of this post is that SNL had Neil Patrick Harris on to host last weekend, and they had one of the best digital shorts I think I've ever seen. I heart NPH, I heart Doogie Howser MD, and I heart this clip....enjoy!

14 January, 2009

I don't get it....

Offerdahl's Cafe Grill is one of my favorite chains in Ft. Lauderdale. They have great sandwiches (Pesto Chicken is my favorite), amazing salads (CranApple Walnut), and a peanut butter cup cookie that's TO DIE FOR.

But every time I go in there, I read their "Grill Tips." And the one that's been posted for the last several weeks is #56: "For grilling backyard favorites like burgers, steaks and chicken breasts, hold your hand 4" above grates for 4 seconds and you're at 400°. 4" for 4s for 400°. The perfect medium-high temp for Direct Grilling!"

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? I'm by no means a grilling expert, and fully admit to only having grilled twice in my life, and that's within the last year, so I've got a lot to learn, but it strikes me that those directions aren't overly clear. Hold your hand 4 inches above the grates for 4 seconds. So does that mean that 'Hold your hand 4 inches above the grates until you absolutely can't stand it anymore? Once 'absolutely-can't-stand-it-anymore' is only 4 seconds, you know you're at 400°? What if you have a high tolerance for pain? What if you have a low tolerance for pain? How do you define 'can't-stand-it-anymore?'

It bothers me EVERY TIME I go into Offerdahl's, and I always want to ask about it, but they're always swamped, and honestly, who cares about this stuff other than me? Typical Type A personality coming out...must work on that in the new year!

11 January, 2009


Well as you can see from my last post, Friday was a little rough. I took care of that homesickness problem though by going to Orlando to see my friends B&J run in the Disney Marathon! B's a 5H2O guy, and seeing him always makes me feel better. It's the same feeling I get whenever I take the exit ramp off US 31 and realize that I'm really in Pentwater again. Relief, happiness, home. I don't know what it is exactly, maybe it's that we've known each other basically since we were in utero, maybe it's the shared Pentwater connection, maybe it's that he knows things about my family and how I grew up that no one else knows (As an only child, I can't overstate how important that is to me!). Maybe it's all of that, but having that instantaneous comfort level with someone, not having to be "on" or feel like I'm working at friendship, was something I'd really been missing lately, so even though the week was crazy, and I was exhausted, there was no way I was missing this trip!

I drove up to Orlando Saturday afternoon, just in time to catch B&J at their team dinner at Disney's Pop Century Resort. And yes, even at a Disney "Economy Resort" everything is magical, even the trash dumpsters!

I got a chance to meet the rest of the team that would be running the next day, and had a great evening...they've all got the same zany sense of humor that B&J have, so I immediately knew I was going to enjoy myself!

They got up at 0 dark 30 (Seriously, they got up at 2AM!!) the next day to get to the race on time (I was a slacker, slept in, and met Aunt D for an early breakfast before joining the gang at the finish line!), where J, despite being injured and intending to only run half the course, completed 3/4 of the race and ran the final mile in with B, who completed the race pulling in an average of an 11-minute mile! Well done boys, I'm so proud! :)

And feeling like a TOTAL slacker, just FYI.

After the race, it was time for the team to chill out, so we went back to the resort for some much needed food (I've never seen a group of people enjoy cheeseburgers that much before IN MY LIFE!) and R&R. Here's J, B & A, chillin' at the pool...I just kept commenting over and over that none of them looked like they'd just run 26.2 miles!

I mean look at that, they're smiling and happy! I didn't even have to tell them to smile! If I'd just run 26.2 miles, they'd be carrying me out of there on a gurney, I wouldn't be dipping my feet in the pool, smiling without a care in the world!

You're all better people than I am!

Unfortunately I had to make tracks and get back here for work first thing Monday morning, otherwise I could have joined the gang at Epcot, for drinks around the world. Damn being a responsible adult.... But I told them to have a margarita for me in Mexico, and I know they're enjoying a much deserved evening of revelry.

It was a great weekend, and I'm so glad I went, to remind myself that home isn't a place, it's people. And no matter how far away I am from the people I love, or how long we're apart, home is people, and you can find it wherever your friends are. So once again, a HUGE shout-out to all the people who ran the Disney Marathon today...you're all rockstars, and have my unending respect! Now get out there and enjoy some adult beverages and a greasy cheeseburger! :)

09 January, 2009


It rushes over me every once in awhile. The fact that I'm in a city where I don't know very many people, without the family I'm closest to and without the friends who have become like family.

We all keep in touch, thanks to the wonders of modern technology (this blog included!), and we see each other on as regular a basis as you can expect in this world, but it's not the same. I'm developing friendships here, and they mean a lot to me, but it's not the same, not yet anyhow.

And so every once in awhile, it rushes over me. Homesickness. And not for a place particularly, but for people. The family who've known me forever, the friends who I can always count on. People I can just call up and say "Hey, I've had a shit day, want to go to the bar and grab a drink?" And they will. Just because they love me.

And then today, when I'm feeling just a little blue, when I share that with one of these people, and out of nowhere he comes up with EXACTLY what I needed to hear, when I didn't even know I needed to hear it? Yeah, it makes me feel better. It makes me feel leaps and bounds better. But even as it's doing that, it's underscoring the point that this whole thing started with.

I guess I just miss my friends.

07 January, 2009

Exercise Thwarted!

I was supposed to work out today. I was going to get home early, change, and go for a nice long walk. Well Part I went according to plan. I got home early, and it was sunny and beautiful, if a little windy. I got my mail, changed clothes, and glanced out the window and saw this:

That little glimmer in the center of the picture? That's the remaining sunlight. The wind had increased exponentially, and there was a HUGE thunderstorm heading our way. So yeah, I'm Wii Fiting it tonight! Stupid Florida weather....

06 January, 2009


Well for those of you who know me, you know that winter makes me nostalgic for home, especially now that I'm in South Florida. Well A stumbled across this slideshow of our alma mater in the snow. It's amazing, so hats off to the creator, and a big thanks for reminding me of home on an 80 degree day in January! Much appreciated!

Well, I'm Back in Florida

And I have to say, it was an amazing trip home! It was so good to see the family again. And that's the great thing about family: no matter how long its been since you've seen them last, you can just fall back into your relationship just as it's always been (okay, sometimes that's not such a good thing, but for me, this time, IT WAS!).

I'm amazed at how quickly my cousins are growing up...and the thing is, I'm not sad about it (at least not really. I'm sad that I'm not there all the time like I was when they were little, but I'm not sad about the actual fact of them growing up.). Because you know what? They're turning into these amazing PEOPLE! People that I want to spend time with, people that I want to call up on the phone and have long conversations with. They're good kids, they've got great hearts, and they're amazing. I got the chance to watch them play basketball and gymnastics, watch them cheer at a game, helped them with their homework, and even talked to them about life. I feel like maybe we'll get to have the same kind of relationship that I have with their mother. She's like the coolest big sister, a friend I can talk to about anything, but she has the "older-female-figure" perspective that I sometimes really need, but don't always feel like I can go to my Mom for.

And if some day they're looking back and post that last sentence about me in their blogs? Well, I'll know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I've done something good, worthwhile and important with my life. Because these are AWESOME kids, and I'm so glad to be in their lives.

04 January, 2009

Yes, I'm a Weather Dork...

Well, as many of you have probably figured out by now, I'm MIA...I decided to go home to Toledo to surprise my family for New Years!!

It went really well, I called Mom and Dad as I was pulling into the driveway in my shiny 2009 Chevy Cobalt (shout out to Walt, hope he's doing well in his new home!), and then rang the doorbell. I was talking to Dad on the phone when Mom answered the door and just stared at me in shock for a few minutes before throwing open the door and hugging me. Dad, God love him, just continued holding the phone up to his ear while talking to me and telling me he couldn't believe I was here. I love my parents! :)

As a special bonus to this surprise visit, I got to be here for "Family Christmas" with my cousins, which meant I got to see the kids open their Christmas presents from me, and we played Wii Music until the wee (oh come on, I had to do it!) hours of the morning. Can someone explain to me why some of the "instruments" in Wii Music are: a dog suit, a cat suit, and a cheerleader? We were cracking up laughing the entire time, and it was great to be with the kids again.

In other news, the CW5H2O Family's Annual Chili Cook-Off was this weekend as well!

As this is clearly the culinary event of the season, we were fighting off the paparazzi the entire time, but they did manage to catch a snap of Dad preparing his chili in his typically classy and understated fashion! :) My cousin won this year's competition, but only by the slimmest of margins, so don't let anyone ever tell you that your vote doesn't count!

Today we've been having freezing rain, and as I sit in the upstairs office, typing this post, I'm watching the neighbors slip and slide their way to their mailboxes to get the Sunday paper. Everything's covered with a thin sheen of ice, and it looks really pretty. Yes, I'm a weather dork...a true Midwest girl, through and through! Of course I'm going out to meet S for lunch in a little bit, so I'm sure I won't be quite as admiring as soon as I'm heading out the door! On that note, I have to get ready to allow plenty of time, so I'm going to head out for now...hope everyone's having a great start to 2009!

01 January, 2009

And for your New Year's Resolution....

You should start reading my friend Angie's brand-spankin' new blog: A Book A Day! Yes, that's right ladies and gents, this woman is going to read one book every day, and blog about it! Angie's a friend and a great writer, so I'm giving her a shout-out on CW5H2O, and think you should all become loyal followers of her blog...bookmark it, add it to your reader, become a follower, whatever, just read it...it promises to be fun and interesting, and I myself can't wait until her first post! So welcome to the wonderful world of blogging Ang, you're gonna love it!!


Happy 2009 Everyone!

"Here's a toast to the future, A toast to the past, And a toast to our friends, far and near. May the future be pleasant; The past a bright dream; May our friends remain faithful and dear."

I just rang in the New Year with my friends and neighbors at Howl at the Moon, a fun dueling piano bar here in Ft. Lauderdale. Now I have to decide whether to stay up until 4am, when I have to get up to make my 6am flight, or whether to try to get 2 hours of sleep...I'm feeling pretty wired right now, but we'll see if I crash here in just a minute. Lucky I'm already packed, right?

Here's to 2008, a pretty good year on the whole, with lots of great friends and good memories. Even with the bad thrown in, I'll look back on this past year and smile because of all of you who've been a part of my life this year. Thanks for the memories, and may 2009 be even better! Happy New Year!