cross everyday

There is this crazy busy intersection place in St. Paul that I have to cross everyday in my car.

On most days people hold signs in protest at this place.
Other people honk at these people holding signs.

Anyway, I always hope that when I am coming up to cross this crazy busy intersection place in St. Paul I either have a green light - and I just pass on by - or I have to stop behind many cars - why is this so?

Because if I have a red light and I am the first car, then I am staring straight onto this crazy busy intersection place in St. Paul and it makes my head hurt.

The other day I got caught up in the front of the line and I could hardly open my eyes - I was getting motion sick - car sick if you will.
I tried to cover my eyes but the car behind me started honking.
I guess red had turned to green and it was time to go.

driver side

Someone broke into my car.
I left the driver side door open last night.

The funny thing is I remember thinking that I hadn't locked it...but I thought it would be safe.

They had to crawl over the driver seat to get into the glove compartment.
At first I thought - maybe all my stuff had just fallen out...?
But that is pretty much impossible.

My old sunglasses are still there, my owners manual is still there, my car insurance information is still there, my supply of tampons are still there, my mixed tapes are still there, my broken compass is still there - just all on the floor now.

They didn't take anything or leave anything.
I don't know what I was expecting - maybe a note of explanation? A message of who they are and why they did what they did?

I guess they did leave something for me - a sense of violation.
Which is like a pit in your stomach that doesn't go away.

those moments

Two months ago...

We stopped for just a bit but she appreciated it so much, as she always did.

She offered chicken fingers and gravy from her freezer (her favorite DQ treat that she keeps on hand). How could we refuse?

I had brought my camera so we started to snap a few candid shots, showing them seconds after; it is always a marvel.

As we were saying good bye she grabbed Jake's face rubbed her cheek against his beard smiling and laughing.

It was just one of those moments....


She went into the hospital a week later. At ninety-two her body just doesn't quite know what to do even seven weeks later. We are all hoping that she will get better because it is just so damn hard to see someone you love so sick, so weak, so fragile.

straight up

On my drive to work this morning...

Milk cartons were spilling from trucks and squirrel tails stuck straight up from the road.

Seriously.

or maybe

Last week I had lunch with a ninety year old Sister (aka a nun).

I have never been around a real nun before. She makes me feel a little nervous at times but I really really like her.

She has a very matter a fact way about her. Whenever I ask her a question she answers so obviously.

She is very smart.

I think the funniest thing that happened that afternoon occurred literally in the last 10 seconds of our visit....

As I am dropping her off she turns to me and says, "I think I am allergic to something in your car.

Or maybe you."

double clicks

She called and said she could only open one page. She wants to print all the pages.

I asked her to forward me the message, maybe I could open it at work and print them for her...then I asked if she knew how to do that?

She said, "Are you kidding?"

I'll be there after work Grandma.
Oh, that would be great she says with a sigh of relief.

They have been sitting there since Sunday. I kept trying to open them but it didn't work. I am nervous they are gone forever.

I take a seat and dial up the Internet.

But with a few double clicks all eleven e-mails including attached documents and photos are printed and ready to read.

The night also included a short lesson on how to open attachments and (more importantly) how to get to my blog!

Hi Grandma!

starts to unroll

So I push this 7 foot red circle rug from IKEA around the store and it is so heavy it has trapped my purse in the cart I have to get a stranger to help me lift the rug so I can free my purse.

So I smash this 7 foot red circle rug from IKEA into my tiny Toyota car while the guy next to me loads his truck, he doesn't offer to help me, I go back and forth both sides of my car opening the door pushing the passenger seat down finally it fits and I close the door shut.

So I carry this 7 foot red circle rug from IKEA up two flights of stairs to my apartment it is really heavy but with only one resting stop I make it into my apartment, as I unwrap, cut and pull the plastic off it starts to unroll...

There is a black stain the size of a quarter on it.

You might not think that is very big and you might even think - get over yourself Anne - it is only a small stain - nothing can be perfect.

Well, I beg to differ. I want my rug to be perfect.

As I start to unroll this 7 foot red circle rug from IKEA all I can think is - I guess I have to wrap it up, carry it down, smash it in my car, and push it to IKEA returns - at least I know what it takes.

oh did we

Last night we almost needed an agenda to help us stay on track - there was just so much to say!

A few glasses of wine, delicious food, and good conversation with an old friend - what a wonderful way to spend an evening!

We laughed - oh did we laugh!

anne

My name is Anne and I am a TVaholic. I thought putting my TV away for three months this past summer would have helped. Well, it didn't.

My name is Anne and I have a hangingupclothesphobia. I thought buying wooden hangers would have helped. Well, it didn't.

still crossed

Right now, late Tuesday night, I am anxiously awaiting the results from today.

I should be sleeping.

We did lose some but we won more....and my fingers are still crossed for some!

Minnesota is back!

ta da

get to

On Friday's we get to wear jeans.

To be completely honest it feels amazing.

I don't really know why it is so exciting...is it the comfort? The freedom?

What can you all wear on Friday's?