Tunes

So I'm sitting at work watching CMT (I know, they gave me a tv for my office, swank huh?) and I had a bit of a case of dejavu. When I was a little girl, I would wake up extra early before I had to leave for kindergarten so I could go down to the basement and watch country music videos on CMT. If I didn't get my dose of Clay Walker and Wynona Judd, I was one little grouchy six year old.

When one is asked "So what kind of music do you like?" and the response is "Oh, you know, I'll listen to anything," it's usually a lie. Not with me, though, I love discovering new tunes and finding beauty in songs that go unlistened to by many. I'll give any song an open-minded shot.

I'm a rare breed, I think, with my music taste. I don't know many 20 something white girls who can put a mix cd in and sing along with "Handy Man" by James Taylor, then switch to the next song and know every single word of "Regulators" by Warren G. I really take pride in my knowledge of music because it's something that I'm passionate about.

I was thinking about this today and realized that there is probably only a 10-15 minute span during my day that I am not listening to some sort of melodic track. I think I've actually made having music on during the day (and night) a necessity.

I hope my children are just like me in this sense.

Longing for Autumn

I've always wanted to get married in the fall (October to be exact), and still plan to (a million years from now probably). I have the whole wedding planned right down to the color of the bridesmaid dresses to where in my hometown we're going to take the outdoor pictures. Kinda gross, huh? I don't mind. I just think of it as being overly prepared.

I am tired of the heat, that's for sure. I am so very ready for the windows down, long sleeved, socks, perfect, jacket, orange, brown, yellow, red, type of weather.

I have a friend coming to town on Thursday from Austin, Texas. I met Amy when I attended a small private college in Oklahoma. She has become one of my very best friends and I can't wait to burn the town when she arrives. She's crazy and we have so much fun together. Amy recently purchased a moped which will be attached to the back of her SUV when she arrives. The thought of her pulling into my neighborhood with a small machine attached to her vehicle makes me chuckle.

Our plans consist mainly of getting lost in antique stores, going out, waking up early, going to farmers market, and driving aimlessly through the streets of Wichita, Kansas.

Wow. We sound like a couple of 70 year old besties.

Here is a picture of Amy & I during one of her visits last winter.

Refreshed

Isn't she adorable? That's my oldest (and pregnant) sister, Heather.

The weekend was amazing. I saw so many friends and slept in my childhood room - what more could I ask for?

Get Your Kicks on Hwy 400

I'm going home this weekend.

Lots of friends will be in town, which is something I always enjoy. I am really proud of my ability and willingness to stay in touch with friends from high school, college, work, etc... So seeing this group of old friends is sure to be a great time.

Even though I talk to both of my sisters, my mom, and my dad all at least once a day, I am still thrilled to see them as well (well the sister I don't live with, at least). My oldest sister, Heather and her husband Matt are having their first child. She is about six months along and we found out this morning that she's having a baby girl. They will name her Vivian.

Have a splendid & safe weekend.

-ell

Yer Fired

For some reason, at every job I've ever had, I occasionally get this really horrible feeling that I'm about to get fired. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, I get so worked up about it and trick myself into believing that I did something so horrifically wrong that I'm about to get the boot.

Today started out to be one of those days. I arrived at work (15 minutes late), opened my e-mail and saw it. My boss sent me an e-mail and the only thing that filled the nearly blank e-mail was the words "See me."

Shoot.

So...I saw him. Turns out, he wants me to start putting when I'm going to be gone on not only my calendar, but his calendar as well.

Are you kidding me? I tortured myself all morning thinking that somewhere in this office there was a panel of business men all dressed in fancy black suits collaborating over if they should terminate me or not for a simple calendar change? I've gotta do something about this, unless it of course results in weight loss, then I'll keep stressin'. Just kidding, ok?