notes, quotes & anecdotes of a year fast passing

whenever i go to clear out my spam folder on gmail, it flashes advertisements for spam casseroles, spam breads, spam and eggs, spamspamspamspam.

gmail:you CREATED the spam folder. don’t you know better than to think it’s that kind of spam?! think about it. love, eliz

i just remembered that i had a dream last night that i got very tan after working outside for a teeny tiny bit of time. as soon as i remembered that, i looked down at my arm and realized how pale i actually am. so sad.

i’ve been getting much better about keeping in touch with people.  old friends, professors, coworkers, etc.  i hate the thought of only getting in touch with someone when you need to call in a favor or if something bad happened.  now, when i’m bored at work, i peruse my contacts and shoot an email if i’m inspired. i even wrote a pair of handwritten notes on bright pink stationery last week. talk about personal touch…

much like the seven dwarfs & BK, i’ve found that i’m more productive when singing.

today i look like i’m ready to stroll down the dock and take a cruise on my nonexistent boat.  yes, i am wearing plaid sneakers. yes, i am giddy over the weather. and yes, i do adore tommy hilfiger for making such fun footwear.

(side note: i tried to post a picture of some shoes that were very similar to mine, but when i previewed the entry, it came up as swedish fish. neat.)

my dad and i have the FUNNIEST set of jokes that we sometimes break out when we’re out to eat with people.  they all begin with “what do you call a guy who…” and then we describe some action and respond with a “punny” name.  i’m not going to use up all our material on here, but let’s give it a whirl:

what do you call a guy who talks really loud?

MIKE.

what do you call a guy who works at a gas station?

PHIL.

…badumCHA.i’m here all week, folks.

…because i’m really digging this new TI/JT “collabo.”

i currently have one of those horrendous bumps developing smack dab in the middle of my nose. in an effort to nip it in the butt, i took allie’s advice and am smothering it in medicine and a bandaid. maybe it’ll work, maybe it won’t. one thing is for sure, though: i look like a commercial for the stop snoring nose strips.

i always associate spring with green grass, blooming flowers, sunshine and cute jackets.  how quickly i forget that the first few weeks of summer actually resemble a mud wrestling pit rather than an easter basket.  all the dirty, gross snow and sandy streets try to melt back into any patch of grass and the result is an absolute muddygush. but then, it all dries up and the most perfect time of year is upon us. just like pain, i block out the mud like it never existed. in my mind, it goes straight from three feet of snow to lush green lawns — i’m just going to keep lying to myself until we get there in a few weeks.

thanks to mini heaters and extra layers of clothing, we chopped our heating bill down by $70 this month. hallelujah. now i can’t WAIT til the day that i can flick that little heat button OFF, open a few windows and enjoy SPRINGTIME!

1. not having a sweater to wear with my new red party dress.

2. mailings.

3. winter weather in the forecast for this weekend.

1. tournament time!

2. the fact that it’s going to be 54* tomorrow.

3. homemade guacamole.

every time i put a carrot in my mouth, the phone rings. then i have to speed through a few crunches and reposition the mess and talk with my mouth full. luckily there is no mirror at my desk, because i’m pretty sure this is not a pretty sight to see.