Friday, December 15, 2006

Fuzzy socks

are Muppets for your feet!

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Note to self

Small metal teaspoons and sink-dwelling garbage disposals do not play well together.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

I *heart* proper punctuation

Punctuation properly used allows one to aptly and correctly navigate a piece of writing. Remove the punctuation, and the reader's mind goes careening into any number of possible directions. Proper punctuation serves as the road signage---slow down here, stop here, keep going, here's the KFC. Add the proper capitalization and spacing---and you have some beautiful writing. Or...at least, writing with more potential for beauty.

Let me show you:

i hate it when sentences just get mashed together and you dont know where they start or stop or anything ya know and you as the reader have to figure out what the heck the writer was trying to say and the person obviously forgot anything he or she ever learned in school or something doesnt it drive you crazy

I find a lot of this type of thing on the Internet. And goshdarnit, it makes my head hurt.

Here's the same paragraph corrected (and edited a bit):

I hate it when sentences just get mashed together. You don't know where they start or stop. Ya know? You have to figure out what the heck the writer was trying to say. And the person obviously forgot anything he or she ever learned in school...or something. Doesn't it drive you crazy?

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Meh

That's the feeling today. Meh.

*shrugs shoulders* Let's say it again.

Meh.



Wesson agrees.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

My Life Word

This is my life word:



Thank you to Pink Kitty for the plaque: last year's birthday gift, from a lovely gift shop in Charleston, SC.

Monday, September 11, 2006

We press on

Five years after 9/11, the United States is still pressing on. The world has certainly changed, but how significant was 9/11 as a part of that change? Weren't we already on this trajectory? Could such a horrific event have tilted us in slightly a different direction? What did that day really mean for us?

Assessing 9/11's true import is a task that will fall on the shoulders of our grandchildren...or perhaps those of even later generations.

We press on.* But do we press on for the better? What is "the better"?



* Please read the lyrics to "Press On" from the Selah album of the same name. Link found in the blog post title. When you get to the page, scroll down till you find the song.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Wow... 2+ months silent...

Dearie me... I have sorely neglected this blog. How unfortunate.... er...stupid...er....*insert appropriate adjective here.*

Ya know...lately, I've drafted so many bulletin board posts elsewhere...and then deleted them, realizing, I just don't have a dog in this hunt. It's not up to me to correct everyone's erroneous thinking. Especially not, when so much erroneous thinking needs to be corrected in me.

Other than that, I have very little of cogency or urgency to share. While the rest of the world seems to finally be catching on to the blogging craze, the bug to blog seems to have run its course in me. And the world says, Do we care? And I say, Do I care if you care? Meh.

To blog or not to blog.... to be pondered. Will post results of such musings...when results occur.

Till then... may your chai be rich and hot, your hot chocolate be nice and creamy, your coffee be robust, and your hot tea be perfectly perky!


Out of 5 paws... Wesson gives this post a 2.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Red door...open it!



Door to the Heinz Chapel on the University of Pittsburgh campus

I really like the red color of the door. But more than that, today as I browsed my pictures folder, this door reminded me of Christ's saying that He is the door. And now I realize, How appropriate that the door is red, because it is through Christ's blood that we are able to enter the holy of holies, to go behind the veil in the temple, and really get to be with God and get to know Him. What an awesome privilege!

Hmm... I see a theme beginning here. Photography challenge, anyone? Theme: interesting doors or gates.

Post your blog entry URLs in the comments below. Have fun capturing those faboo images!

~E~

Sunday, June 18, 2006

the solid Rock

"On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
all other ground is sinking sand,
all other ground is sinking sand."

This photo is of the altar in the church where Jen and Zach got married. A Bible rests on a stand on top of this large rock. When I saw this rock, immediately I thought of the hymn.

On nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness are we to build our hope. On that beautiful Saturday in April in Detroit, the rock at the altar symbolized the hope that Jen and Zach have for their individual lives and for their life as a married couple. They truly have embraced what it means to covenant with God and with each other (and also with the body of Christ) in order that their marriage give glory to Him--to reveal who He is, that He exists, that He is God, and that He rewards those who obey Him as a love-response to His love.

I love the second stanza of "The Solid Rock," which states:
"When darkness seems to hide His face, I rest on His unchanging grace; in every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil" (No. 283, The Baptist Hymnal, Nashville: Convention Press, 1956). "Within the veil" is the holy of holies in the tabernacle/temple, where the mercy seat is, where God's presence was met by the high priest. The true holy of holies is Christ Himself, who is our High Priest. Thus, my anchor is with Him and in Him. I am anchored in His grace, which never changes. It doesn't shift with the wind and rain and lightning and waves of storms. And darkness only seems to hide His face. That darkness can be many things...doubt, fear, confusion, circumstances, God's silence. But ever He is with me, even if I cannot trace His face. I can still trust His heart. He is rock-solid trustworthy.

"I dare not trust the sweetest frame"--->no human---no matter how dear to me, not even myself---can hold me up. No human is perfectly reliable. Only on Jesus can I always lean.

Marriage is tough. I've witnessed this in marriages all around me. But I have hope for my future marriage (I'm believin' that one day it will happen!) and I have hope for the marriages of my family and friends---because God IS hope! He is able to change human hearts, which are more stubborn than the mountain that Jesus said we could order to throw itself into the sea.

He who began a good work in me---and in you, brother or sister in Christ---will carry it on to completion till the day Jesus returns (see Phil. 1:6). If we hunger and thirst for righteousness, we will be filled (Matt. 5:6). And since our Father in heaven is perfect, He knows how to give and will give us good gifts (Matt. 7:11). We continue to seek Him and His righteousness (Matt. 6:33) because HE works in us to will and to do what pleases Him (Phil. 2:13).

This is the solid Rock upon which Jen and Zach are building their lives. They can be successful in their marriage because of the One who makes it possible...and who DOES it. As they lean on Jesus, they can fulfill 1 Corinthians 13; Galatians 5:22-23; and Micah 6:8.

And not only can Jen and Zach...but we all can too. Not because of ourselves...but because of Him (Ephesians 2:8-10).

May you be encouraged today!
~Elena~

Punxy Phils


As promised... my Aunt SteelersFan's collection

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

shoe


shoe
Originally uploaded by ElenaSings.
Needed a photo for my profile. Here it is.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Happy birthday, Tennessee!

Today the state turns 210. We were ushered into the union in 1796 as an official state.

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

National Spelling Bee Begins...

Today! :o) Read all about it over at Merriam-Webster's site. (Click the blog entry title above.)

New grandma's happiness


bundled up
Originally uploaded by allisonandmatt.
Sweet photo of Aunt Tricia and Baby Tobin! Now...where's Uncle "New Grandpa" Larry?

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

New cousin!


who is that?
Originally uploaded by allisonandmatt.
My cousin and his wife just had their first baby on Friday. Welcome little Tobin Lee to the world! The four-legged friend in the photo is "big sister" Hannah.

Grandmother is now a great-grandmother. How odd that seems. Everyone's growing up and growing old. Ah, one cannot stem the tide of time. But we can sure enjoy the good stuff along the way, no?

More cutie-patootie photos of Tobin (and a set of Hannah too!) and of his family are available at Flickr (click To's pic). There's even a "Toblog."

Happy happy!!! :o)

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Wedding Hair


Wedding Hair
Originally uploaded by ElenaSings.
This is the most gorgeous hairdo I've had in my life yet. The customer gal sitting at the salon station next to me thought that I was the bride.

This photo was taken after the wedding reception....'round 11:00 p.m. Eastern or so. Yes, it lasted ALL day long. Yes, there was a lot of hairspray in that 'do. And yes, even my makeup survived a full day's wear.

Check my Flickr page for a back view of all the ribbon curls.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Calling all Mac geeks: Advice needed

So I'm contemplating the virtues of the iBook and of the PowerBook. Which one should I purchase? I want to surf the Web, blog, check e-mail, shop, and write the maybe-great American novel. Yep, all the girly stuff. I figure I need AppleWorks, Safari (or something), and what else? And I really really want Myst IV: Revelation. (But I think I've got to get Uru first...wasn't that the name of the thing? I forget.)

Guys, if you give me great advice, I might just make you a batch of cookies and send them to ya. *bats eyelashes*

Boogie Break!

Everybody boogie in your office chair! "And swivel! And swivel!" *boogie-oogie-oogie* Now do The Swim...

"You my brown-eyed girl..."

Yep, this Tuesday's goin' kinda slow...

"Do you remember when we usta sing... shalalalalalalalalalalaGEEdah ... lateedah!"

Good times. Good times.

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Elena and Ashpenaz Revealed

I just think my younger sister is too cute!

When we were little, we would often play beauty shop, and I would do her makeup and hair. Her hair always made the cutest pigtails and ponytails.

Ashpenaz (or Ashley the Blue Raider) is one of my best friends and confidantes. She's one of my most ardent and enthusiastic cheerleaders, and she also keeps me from making many fashion faux pas.

Right now, she's off on a working vacation, ie. an internship. She's loving the city she's in, enjoying the art galleries and all the historical sites. Have fun, Ashes!

Monday, May 01, 2006

Belated Benedictions on the Blog-versary

Leave it to me to be 18 days late congratulating my very own blog for being in existence for two years...

the birth

Happy day, little blog! ;o)

Friday, April 28, 2006

Continuing the Conversation

I recently was congratulated for taking up a dare to read a book. (It doesn't take much daring to get me to read a book. Besides, I was already planning to read it. Candice just thinks I'm doing it b/c of her dare. Love ya, sistah in Christ!)

Mike, another reader of Candice's blog, commented on the book; and I just had to respond. After one comment, I couldn't stop (er, I didn't wanna, that is); but my second one got rather long...so I decided to move it here. Here ya go!


I'm so glad that guys want to hear that we gals do want to get married and have children...even to hear that we want those things far more than we want to climb the career ladder! We gals oft have been taught that expressing our strong desires to get married and bear offspring will frighten away potential suitors. Do you think we should all start wearing tags? Maybe instead of "Diva" emblazoned on the female tooshie, we should start wearing "Wife in Training" on cute baseball caps or something... ;o) (Speaking of "tagging" people—I think engaged men should have to wear some kind of symbol indicating they are off the market!)

Hmm... When a guy suggests, "So...uh....wanna hang out sometime?" and leaves the invitation open-ended, I get frustrated. Hang out? To do what? When? As what—just friends, or would it be a date? Why not just ask me on a date: "Hey, I really like you. I would love the privilege of spending time with you. I had in mind some putt-putt on Saturday night. May I take you out?" Might startle me at first, but I'd be pretty impressed with a guy with that much chutzpah (esp. in these days and times). Plus, it's asking for a specific time to do a specific activity with a specific person AND I know that he likes me as a person and as a woman. This whole "Hey, maybe we could meet for coffee sometime and continue these laughs we've had" thing... I say, "Yeah, that sounds good." And then....nothing. Hello! McFly!

(1) Daytime activity suggests friendship; nighttime suggests dating.
(2) "Wanna ____ sometime?" is merely asking if I want to do something with you sometime. OK, yeah, maybe. I don't know. It's like a half-hearted attempt to ask, "Do you like me?" Well, I might, but I might not know you well enough to judge how much I like you, if I like you at all.
(3) The "I really like you, and I'd like the privilege of spending time with you" comment combined with something like "It would be fun to do _____ with you" communicates the guy's focus on the gal, on who she is, and on the fact that he appreciates the person she is as he's gotten to know her so far. Of course, if he creeps her out anyway, it probably doesn't matter what is the content or tone of his conversation with her. But we can't control what others think of us: we are only responsible for what we think, say, and do. So...really, it shows a lot of confidence on the guy's part to "put himself out there" and risk being rejected. (And next time a guy does the risky thing and actually asks me out, instead of giving some half-hearted plea to like him or validate him or fill up his social calendar, I will praise him for doing the difficult thing...whether or not I accept his invitation.)

As far as a "conversation with/an open-ended invitation from/outright date invitation from a guy who's interested in the gal but she's not that interested in him" situation goes... We women don't like hurting people's feelings, and we'll twist ourselves into pretzels trying to avoid that sort of confrontation. For example, if I am not all that interested in a guy and he keeps directing advances at me (scooting closer on the pew every time we're near each other; following me around; etc.), I get rather skittish. How do I continue to be genuinely friendly to this brother without leading him on? If he does ask me out on a date, do I really want to go? Do I want to get to know him better, or is he someone I would prefer seeing and talking with only at church? I'm sure men go through similar quandaries—some women y'all would LOVE to get to know better; others, meh... you can take 'em or leave 'em; and still others, make you want to run and hide. Some guys have responded well to the attention I've given them when trying to show my interest and openness to being asked out; other guys flee as if I'm asking them to go to Nineveh, and they'd rather camp out in the belly of the fish. You just never know...

It's all a risk. So is job interviewing... So is driving a car or flying in a plane... So is eating a hamburger... Life is one big ball o' risks. And maybe we should all be encouraging one another more, when we do take intelligent risks (I don't mean foolhardy stuff like skydiving w/out a parachute and helmet)...praise one another for not allowing overanalysis to become paralysis, not allowing ourselves to become so encrusted with scars from past hurts that we cannot be alive to life anymore, or not avoiding all situations that might bring embarrassment (hello, wedding receptions—bouquet/garter tossing!). Maybe we all would risk rejection more if we knew that not only our loving Father supports us but also our dear friends do too. Maybe we should also be paying attention more to seeing if folks around us are missing that support system in their lives...and consider joining up to be on the "cheerleading squad" that encourages them. (And I'd recommend guys cheerin' on the guys and girls cheerin' on the girls.)

Guys, if you are reading this and you have recently stuck your neck out there to show attention to a woman or, heck, to ask her out, bravo! Whether you were shot down by her rejection or triumphantly feted by her acceptance... you have done the difficult thing—to lend your strength (ie. who you are) to a situation in which your success was not guaranteed. That is one example of true courage.

Press on, my brothers in Christ! Press on, my sisters in Christ! The enemy wants us to stop courting/dating and getting married and raising Christ-following children—to stop multiplying and filling the earth. The enemy wishes to keep us from experiencing the delight of understanding more fully the love the Father has for His children, through marriage and raising children. But we do not have to cede to the enemy—he is defeated! Let us live knowing that Christ has the victory already! Press on! Press on!

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Why editors are needed

Recently read this in a manuscript:
"Remember to keep Jesus at the center of your activities."

Makes Jesus sound like a gooey chocolate middle.

Word choice and syntax, folks, word choice and syntax.

It's Poetry Month!

Read a poem:

by Anne Bradstreet

or by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Insta-credential: Just add water

YellaJacket got an offer yesterday from some yahoo organization offering Bachelor’s, Master’s, and Doctoral degrees that one can earn in 2 weeks! What?!? Do you get class credit for your time spent brewing your morning java or browning yourself at the tanning salon? Hey, can I get credit for shoe shopping? And then the final exam is to find the best bargain possible at DSW… Yeesh…

Heh-heh, a degree that probably takes longer to apply for; to pay for; and to have the degree certificate printed, sent, and received than it does to actually earn it… Yeah, like that doesn’t happen in the real world. Remember—Pink Kitty’s degree certificate also doubles as a lovely place mat. ;o)

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Vote Mandisa tonight!

I don't normally follow "American Idol," but this year is a bit different. Former co-worker of mine Mandisa Hundley is in the top 11!

She used to sing solos in our chapel services regularly, and God has brought her from a customer-service-type job to touring with Travis Cottrell and Beth Moore to now being on American Idol. I think this is God's way of breaking through this idol mess and saying, "I am God, and there is no other. And I'm gonna show you just what I can do." And He's using Mandisa to do it.

Vote Mandisa—she's talented; she's gracious; she's beautiful, vivacious, and radiant; and most of all, she's on mission for Jesus Christ. Let's lift Him up by choosing one of His ardent, loyal servants from this pool of talent!!! Let's keep her in the top 10!

Thursday, March 02, 2006

He Doth Protest Too Much

Last night Duke Diva and I ate at a cute little neighborhood Cuban restaurant. Good stuff!

As we walked to our cars, Random Oddball Guy (ROG), who was standing on the sidewalk not far from the restaurant door, hailed us.

ROG: Hey, ladies, I'm a nice guy, and I just need a ride just down the road a little ways.

We Gals: Sorry...

Duke Diva to ROG: I'm a nice girl. But I don't let men who are strangers to me, ride in my car when I'm alone.

(Duke Diva and Elena get in their cars. ROG walks down the sidewalk...away from the restaurant.)

Elena: (on the cell phone) OK...there's a restaurant open....with people inside! And two tables over from us were three guys! So dude could have gone in and (1) made a phone call or (2) gotten some help. AND a nice guy (1) doesn't approach women in a way that would necessitate his having to say, "I'm a nice guy" and (2) shouldn't need to TELL people that he is...it should just be evident. Kinda like saying, "I'm smart," isn't "smart."

Duke Diva: Yeah, it's like the time that I was in the church parking lot at night when a homeless guy came out from BEHIND another car and said, "I'm not trying to scare you, and I'm a good guy." My reply was "Well, if you're not trying to scare anyone, then why are you doing EXACTLY that!?!?"

(Exeunt.)

*Lesson*
A man who wants to protect a woman isn't going to do something that he knows is likely to genuinely scare her, especially if they are strangers to each other. (This doesn't preclude the courteous behavior amongst all folks in public, like a friendly but boundary-maintaining smile or tip of the hat or nod, or speaking to someone in the elevator. Or the fun "boo!"-and-chase game two sweethearts might play...)


A gentleman's gentlemanliness shows in his attitudes, his speech, and his behavior. How he cares about people should be evident. His chilvary should show itself without his having to point to it. Guys, you who open doors for us, who are polite and courteous, who are considerate of others, and who are protective of women and others who are weaker than you (for whatever reason)---we women thank you!!! Your genuine gallantry has not gone unnoticed. Bravo! And thank you for maintaining boundaries and respecting us as human beings! *smile*

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Vivir en miedo es como vivir a medias.

Translation: A life lived in fear is a life half lived.Strictly Ballroom

How long do we live in fear? How long do we skitter away from the spotlight that life sometimes shines on us?

A song off of Trisha Yearwood's new album Jasper County"Standing Out in a Crowd" (click on Track 6)—is my new theme song these days. No longer is the spotlight so harsh...but is a warm place...a place to shine and to smile.

No, this isn't a belated New Year's Resolution post. This is more of a parallel to what PK has been talking about over at the Scratching Post. Last fall, we both tried ballroom dancing. Actually, I dragged her as my guest, and she was the one who got hooked. She started in self-expressive dance (belly dance) and added partner dancing. And now that I've tried partner dancing, I'd really like to take dance lessons to do something solo...like flamenco or traditional Indian dance.

So much to do...like purchase my first home...buy a new car (the baby's 10 or 11 years old now...yikes!)...go somewhere tropical...take cooking classes....learn Italian. Why not start? Why not? Fear, usually. But hey, I'm 30, and what am I waiting for?

Just ponderings, y'all. Nothing overly cohesive or coherent yet... just some things that have been simmering/percolating/marinating. (OK, I'm hungry for lunch now.)


What are you going to try this year that you've always been afraid to do? It may be a new leisure/adventure activity...it may have something to do with people (like ask out that terrific person in your singles group or ask someone for forgiveness). Share your stories if you'd like! Keep your comments SFW (safe for work). Thanks!

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

A Mad Lib in Honor of Strong Bad

Courtesy of the tear-off calendar Duke Diva gave me for Christmas. Gotta love word stuff!


Noun: rainbow
Noun: unicorn
Noun: Princess Shellbra
Verb ending in "ing": lady-ing

Story: "My Favorite Presidents"

My favorite presidents include George Washington,
the rainbow of our country; Abraham Lincoln, who
preserved the unicorn; Thomas Jefferson, author
of the Declaration of Princess Shellbra; and Theodore Rooselvelt,
who was famous for lady-ing up San Juan Hill
in the Spanish-American War.

SO Glad That Hoopla's Over

Yes, I'm late to the party in posting this, but it's my blog...I can do what I wanna.


I was waxing Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil last week during the All Dick Cheney, All the Time mania.
Party Guest: What happened?
Party Host: Oh, that Dick Cheney went and shot somebody. Canapé?


And why is Dick Cheney's accidentally shooting a friend, something to broadcast on the news over and over? I dunno.
Folks in the South accidentally shoot their hunting buddies all the time...

I think the press hasn't got enough to do. What's next? Some government official changes toothpaste brands without consulting the American public?

Hey, reporters, here's 35 cents (or whatever the going rate is)---call someone who cares!

Movie Tie-ins Gone Wild...

or just plain ol' "too far."

We now have Chronicles of Narnia: The Chapstick. What's next---Chronicles of Narnia: The Toilet Paper?

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

In the world of java...

Sometimes even Fourbucks manages to put itself at the bottom of the hierarchy. Take this afternoon's brew, for instance.

Elena sips her just-doctored-up caffeine confection. Vleh, vleh, VLEH! I'm drinking the liquid form of the nasty-butt off-brand "Coppertone" Barbie that Ashpenaz had when we were young. (Yes, the doll smelt of suntan lotion.) In other words....French Roast Fourbucks coffee + skim milk + sugar-free vanilla syrup + 2 pkgs pink [Sweet 'n' Low] + 2 pkgs yellow [Splenda] = one tepid Grande cup of Choke My Tastebuds. Icky-poo...

Monday, February 06, 2006

Super Bowl 40: It's All About the Commercials, Baby!

We gathered. We snacked. We rooted for both the Steelers and the Seahawks. We viewed. And we critiqued. Here's a summary of what Pink Kitty, Duke Diva, and I thought of the highlight of the evening: the commercials.

Busta Gut: The Ones That Made Us ROFL
Budweiser Superfan


Nationwide Insurance: Fabio {winning the Gal Pal Trio ROFL Award}



The Nostalgia Factor: Commercials for the Gen Xers
Ford Hybrid: Kermit the Frog


MasterCard: MacGyver



Acme's Whackamo (ie. "We depend on physical humor")
Nationwide Insurance: Swing


FedEx: Caveman



Gotta Love That Irony
AmeriQuest Mortgage Co.: “That Killed Him”



Just Plain Weird (But Still Rather Funny...somehow)
Burger King: Whopperettes



Cute…..Kinda
Desperate Housewives (Crying Shaq)


Hummer: Giant Monsters

Thursday, February 02, 2006

It was cloudy in Nashville this morning but...

Punxy Phil says six more weeks of winter.......ugh.

My Aunt SteelersFan, who is originally from Punxsutawny, PA, where the famous groundhog lives, collects beanie Phils. This cute stuffed Phil is sure to be gracing Auntie's Punxy Phil shelf the next time we visit. (When I figure out how to upload my digital photos into Flickr, y'all can see the display.)


Well, I don't care if spring doesn't officially start for another month and a half, I'm gettin' all spring-y up in here...what with an odd surge of energy...and my faboo new flowerdy flats (cutened up even more with pink bows).

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

The Office Fragrance Line

Newest Releases:


* Attar of Burnt Popcorn….automatically exudes from both microwave and charred popcorn bag....available in Butter and Kettle Corn (which in its blackened form has the added value of smelling vaguely like a gigolo wearing cheap cologne)

* Java Aromatherapy…………if your morning Starbucks® didn’t wake you up, the office's 6-hours-of-percolating pot of coffee just might.

* Oil of Nondescript Asian Food Entrée….sure to embue any hallway with the aromatic leavings of last week’s trip to P. F. Chang’s

* Parfum de Chien …….. odor of wet dog....readily available on rainy days and Mondays (which, I don't know about you, but they always get me down)

* Eau de Old People….an interesting blend of stale cinnamon and aroma of “funeral home florist shop”

* Le Feet de Pu…..self-explanatory

* Killer-Migraine Room Freshener….Wafts from any office to five or six offices away in a 360-degree swath; extends its fingers up into your nostrils and sinuses; and once grasping your grey matter, twists your brain till all thoughts cease, but this one: Put me out of my misery, PLEASE!

Monday, January 30, 2006

Lessons from StrongBad

And I quote:

"The word technology means ... magic!"

"Robots are technology shaped like square people. They're primarily used for destroying Japan ... and serving hors d'oeuvres."

Lappy = allegedly portable

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Things that make people blush

NO, this is not THAT kind of blog post! ;o)

Recently at team lunch, I was waxing rhapsodic about a new dining destination that PK and I tried the previous Friday night---Parisa’s.* It’s a delightful Persian restaurant with a lovely atmosphere, terrific décor, fantastic food, and an attentive wait staff. I enjoyed the experience so much that I raved about it to my work team members.

So…the graphic designer from my team, DesignDarlin’, and her husband, DesignDude, tried it out the next night after I had told her about Parisa’s…a Friday night.

Here’s the report from DesignDarlin’:

DesignDarlin’: You know that place you told me about….Parisa’s?

Elena: Yeah…

DD: Well, DesignDude and I tried it out.

E: (giddy response) Oh, goodie! How did you like it?

DD: We loved the food. But… (pauses and laughs a little nervously)

E: (anticipating DD’s next statement) Oh, no! I forgot to tell you about the…

DD: Belly dancing. Yeah. (DD grins and chuckles.) I kinda felt bad for DesignDude. He was so embarrassed---his entire face and neck were beet red. He didn’t know what to do! He asked me, “Do I look at her?” I told him it was OK…she’s just dancing.

E: What about you?

DD: I was fine. To me, it’s just another art form.

We both laughed a bit more…about how surprised they were, about DesignDude’s utter discombobulation, and about which set of DesignDuo's parents would freak out as much as DDude did (or more).


* Go there, y'all! GREAT food, faboo decor, nice atmosphere, friendly staff...it's a little Persian getaway right here in middle TN. Nashville Scene Dining Guide [Search for "Parisa's."]

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

"I tell ya, PK"

Reality shows are getting a bit ridiculous. OK...have gotten. OK, OK.....totally riDONKulous.

Yesterday, Pink Kitty and I were commenting over e-mail about the newest twist on "reality" TV. Read below:

Elena: Elecric Youth on Ice......ie. Debbie Gibson on "Skating with Celebrities." O.........my..........goodness.

PK: Yeah. She was on there... and what she did was Delta level skating with some footwork. I'll give them all props, because they've learned in a month what took me six months. Then again, I wasn't skating four hours a day. They should be progressing a lot faster.

Elena: (on another one of her tangents) Sad that our culture these days cannot create epic works....I watched Dickens's "Bleak House" on PBS last night. Now THAT is culture....good, no! EXCELLENT literature.....and good TV.

PK: Epic works take time to create, read, and appreciate. Why bother with that when you have insta-celebreality? ---> Add star to water. Watch show.

Bad Joke Tuesday: The WTC Edition

What’s the difference between a bad golfer and a bad skydiver?
A bad golfer goes *Whack* "Dang!"
A bad skydiver goes "Dang!" *Whack*

How do crazy people go through the forest?
They take the psycho path.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Extracurriculariffic

Sing it from the bowels, baby! Sing it!