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Another reason to love American Idol

I love American Idol. Maybe not with the heat of one thousand teenaged girls but even though I'm so over Simon and Paula I still find myself tuning in every week. Thanks to Tivo I can even gloss over most of the results show and still have time for Lost (yesss!) so really I have no reason not to watch it.

I thought the idea of cinema night sounded cool but I could not figure out why these kids were picking those outdated (Really? Robin Hood?) songs. Then Kris Allen stepped up to the microphone.

This song is so lovely. I've listened to it a hundred times. It's simple melody makes me feel happy.

I have not been able to get this song out of my head since. I hope it gets stuck in yours too. Kick out the WonderPets themesong and make room for this.

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P.S. I still hope Adam and his screaming pancake-face-black-nail-polish-wearing-bad-ass-self wins it all.

Carrots and Celebrities

I just experienced the grand opening of a Whole Foods.

It was/is glorious.

Shopping today in my sweats and day three hair, guess who I spotted?

I'm going to make you guess.

1) It was a man

2) He is semi famous, more for what he didn't do than what he did

3) He's African American

4) He's attractive

5) He's an R&B singer

Bonus clue: As a sidenote, I've seen him before. He once held the door for me at the Y, but clearly, what he really wanted was to have sex with me.

Now can you guess?

*Edited to add, no, he wasn't working there.

Carrots and Celebrities

I just experienced the grand opening of a Whole Foods.

It was/is glorious.

Shopping today in my sweats and day three hair, guess who I spotted?

I'm going to make you guess.

1) It was a man

2) He is semi famous, more for what he didn't do than what he did

3) He's African American

4) He's attractive

5) He's an R&B singer

Bonus clue: As a sidenote, I've seen him before. He once held the door for me at the Y, but clearly, what he really wanted was to have sex with me.

Now can you guess?

*Edited to add, no, he wasn't working there.

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Kindness

A few minutes ago, I walked away from my desk and returned to find this note. I happened to step away just as my co-worker was packing up to leave work and start a three day weekend. This co-worker is not what I would consider a good friend of mine, she is an aquaintance who I happen to sit next to and because of our close proximity  we talk and have a decent working relationship. 

For most people, I think it's fair to say that while walking out the door anticipating your three day weekend, thinking of the people you work with is the last thing you do. I know her well enough to know that it would make her feel bad to leave for a three day weekend without saying goodbye. I'm struck by the kindness of this. It's basic kindness. Not ending world hunger kindness, but sincere and thoughful. She signed her name at the bottom (which I've removed because I didn't want to post it without her permission) as if I wouldn't know who it came from.

This reminds me of my grandmother, who as she got on in years, used to sign sweet messages in birthday cards which could only have come from her, and then write her phone number down, the same one she'd had my whole life, just in case I needed it or got her confused with someone else. As if.

Have a nice weekend. Download have_a_nice_weekend.pdf 

 

Kindness

A few minutes ago, I walked away from my desk and returned to find this note. I happened to step away just as my co-worker was packing up to leave work and start a three day weekend. This co-worker is not what I would consider a good friend of mine, she is an aquaintance who I happen to sit next to and because of our close proximity  we talk and have a decent working relationship. 

For most people, I think it's fair to say that while walking out the door anticipating your three day weekend, thinking of the people you work with is the last thing you do. I know her well enough to know that it would make her feel bad to leave for a three day weekend without saying goodbye. I'm struck by the kindness of this. It's basic kindness. Not ending world hunger kindness, but sincere and thoughful. She signed her name at the bottom (which I've removed because I didn't want to post it without her permission) as if I wouldn't know who it came from.

This reminds me of my grandmother, who as she got on in years, used to sign sweet messages in birthday cards which could only have come from her, and then write her phone number down, the same one she'd had my whole life, just in case I needed it or got her confused with someone else. As if.

Have a nice weekend. Download have_a_nice_weekend.pdf 

 

Hey honey it's tight like that

Yesterday I was talking with my sister making lunch plans for later this week. How about Friday I asked?  She said, "Yeah, I can go Friday. Thats tight."

"Tight?"

My sister is five years older than me, which means she is no longer in her thirties. She's a stay-at-home-going-to-school mom with two kids. We are very different individuals. We have no sibling rivalry what so ever, I just found this so strange because it was really not that long ago when I was the one who knew the hip new slang, the one who could tell you what kind of martinis were offered when the newest hotspot opened up, could easily put away six tall vodka drinks, went dancing, slept late, shopped. Now she is skinnier than me, can drink more than me, spent new years eve out wasted in a bar with her husband while I was asleep at 9:30, she's recently been out for sushi with her girlfriends and now she's using phrases like 'thats tight'. I don't begrudge her, I just realized we have somehow switched universes. When did this happen?

P.S. 'Honey its tight like that' is a lyric from Clutch, a band I used to listen to when I was cool. Sorry. Does saying I was cool make me sound old and not cool?    

Hey honey it's tight like that

Yesterday I was talking with my sister making lunch plans for later this week. How about Friday I asked?  She said, "Yeah, I can go Friday. Thats tight."

"Tight?"

My sister is five years older than me, which means she is no longer in her thirties. She's a stay-at-home-going-to-school mom with two kids. We are very different individuals. We have no sibling rivalry what so ever, I just found this so strange because it was really not that long ago when I was the one who knew the hip new slang, the one who could tell you what kind of martinis were offered when the newest hotspot opened up, could easily put away six tall vodka drinks, went dancing, slept late, shopped. Now she is skinnier than me, can drink more than me, spent new years eve out wasted in a bar with her husband while I was asleep at 9:30, she's recently been out for sushi with her girlfriends and now she's using phrases like 'thats tight'. I don't begrudge her, I just realized we have somehow switched universes. When did this happen?

P.S. 'Honey its tight like that' is a lyric from Clutch, a band I used to listen to when I was cool. Sorry. Does saying I was cool make me sound old and not cool?