Wednesday, July 27, 2005


More reasons to love New Mexico.
My favorite photo of the summer. I took this at an arts and crafts fair on the Santa Fe plaza. Who knew that saints could be flawed, or worse, discontinued! Posted by Picasa

Monday, July 25, 2005

The Drive


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Finally another video. This is just a short video about a drive that I will miss when we move this Fall. Neil thinks this drive is one of the worst, but I love it for the subtlety of the southwest landscape. I know it's not as green as other drives and it's not as hilly, but the sky stretches forever and the mountains touch the horizon and it's New Mexico.

We went to the Santa Fe Opera over the weekend and saw The Barber of Seville, which was amazing. I was afraid I might be bored or too tired to stay awake, but even though the opera is sung in Italian, I still found myself riveted. (the little translator screens helped, of course)

We also saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory -- awesome. It really exceeded my expectations.

Happy Monday.

Monday, July 18, 2005

Another one of these things

O.K. Stan. You got me. Here goes.

Remove the blog at #1 from the following list.
Bump every one up one place.
Add your blog's name in the #5 spot.
Link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross-pollenation effect.

the girl in camouflage
naughty maverick
musings
Whatever!
j.g.s.


What five things do you miss about your childhood?

I am not tagging anyone for this one, but maybe a couple of you will feel like reminiscing?

1) I miss always having someone cook for me. This sounds a little silly, I realize, but there is something so wonderful about being fed three meals a day plus snacks. The food my parents made ALWAYS tasted better than anything I could make myself, and it was probably healthier than what I might choose for myself. I miss ants on a log and deviled eggs and (don't laugh) Mommy McMuffins (my mom's healthier version of Egg McMuffins from McDonald's).

2) I miss my little brother. I miss living with Dustin and I miss the way he used to look up to me. Now, I am always trying to be cool enough for him! I miss dressing up as monsters together, which involved taking out all of the winter accessories and draping ourselves in them. I miss playing video games with him and just getting to see him every day.

3)I miss endless afternoons on my bike with friends. There was a sense of freedom I got from riding my bike around the neighborhood that was so wonderful and simple. Now I have to board a plane that's taking me to another continent to achieve that same sense of freedom.

4) I miss not having to worry about things like money and debt and not being able to have things I wanted. I was completely sheltered from all of that for most of the time I lived in my parents' house and it was wonderful.

5) I miss the way my family was (parents were) when we were growing up. I miss the way family holidays felt and the togetherness we used to have. It has been gone for a while now and maybe that's just something that once it has dissipated, cannot be recreated... but I miss it. I miss that feeling of closeness and the security and contentment that came with it.

Whewh. Well that was a little bit of a bummer. I probably could have kept going to ten things at least. Maybe next time it will be five things you'd miss if you went back to childhood... Like, independence, confidence, my husband, my freedom, not having to live by my parents' rules etc. etc. Ok. I feel better now.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

The Dangers of Blogging

So, as I am wont to do, I was reading CNN.com today and came across an article titled: Bloggers Learn The Price of Telling Too Much. The article is interesting and doesn't really mention anything I hadn't thought of before. It warns not to say anything scandalous about work or about your wild personal life. I have always thought about this when blogging, but not too many scandalous things happen at work and I have a pretty hum-drum personal life when it comes to scandal. So, regardless, I am probably safe from the kind of damage some blogs are doing to college students or disgruntled employees. However, I do wonder if there is anything on my blog that would make somebody not want to hire me, or that a person could find offensive and/or scandalous.

Of course, I am thinking in terms of employment because I'm currently searching for a job. I do tend to express my political views on here on occasion, especially during campaign season, but I suppose if an employer doesn't want to hire me because of my politics, I wouldn't want to work there anyways. I have a blog so that I can a keep in touch with friends, b)have a place where I have to keep writing and can express myself and c)have a place to post videos (even though I haven't done so in a while.) So I think it would be slightly tragic to start censoring myself just because I don't want to really expose any of myself on the internet. It's a delicate line to walk. If I have a really bad day at work, can I blog about it? If I'm in a fight with a friend or parent, is it inappropriate to mention it here? What if I go out drinking with girlfriends once or twice a year -- is retelling the tale of our night out something that will later come back and haunt me? I like to think I did all of those come-back-and-haunt-you things a long time ago, so long ago that I will not be haunted. But who knows what I will regret in five or 10 years from now?

If any of you can think of a particularly scandal-ridden or humiliating post that's on this blog somewhere, please do let me know so I can clean up my act.

Speaking of...

ten years. I am responsible for planning my 10 year high school reunion next summer. Have I mentioned this here before? My friend Julia and I volunteered upon our graduation to be the class alumni liaisons and are charged with reunion planning. Of course, when I said I would be the alumni liaison, I imagined that in 10 years, I would be a completely different person, totally grown up, rich and successful and planning a reunion would be no big thing. I am successful, but I'm still not really that grown up and I'm not rich by any stretch of the imagination, yet here I am with a 10-year reunion in my lap. What complicates matters is that we're moving in October and I will be (cross your fingers) starting a new job in a new city and be presumably very busy for the foreseeable future, so I probably need to get this whole event planned before I leave the state. Does anyone know anything about planning a 10-year reunion for a class of 33 (or was it 35) people? I am completely at a loss. Also, how on earth did I get this old?

Hunting

I honestly believe that there are few tasks worse than searching for employment. Each new job application is like getting ready for a blind date (not that I've ever had one... but I imagine that's what it's like.) You get yourself (or your resume and cover letter) all dolled up, all the while knowing that it's highly likely you will either be rejected or that you will be completely unattracted to the guy (job). You even learn as much about the guy (job) as possible so that you can tailor your outfit (cover letter) and makeup (resume) to suit what you imagine he likes. You hear about his background (read the job description) and try to squeeze yourself into a version of you that will be appealing to him (the resume screener). "It says here he is a deep sea diver... and I have been snorkeling a couple of times."

Oh my goodness it is exhausting. But the application process continues. I actually have found several jobs that I would really like to have, which is a great sign. Tonight, it's time to write a few more cover letters.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Why I Love New Mexico

Overheard conversation tonight at the Isotopes game while Orbit (the team's mascot) was dancing.

Man: "It's a girl, no?"

Woman: "No, it's a guy."

Man: "Yeah, I think it's a girl"

(Orbit shakes his butt.)

Woman: "If it was a girl, it would be named Orbita."

Thursday, July 07, 2005

You Can Call Me Huckleberry

This story is a little overdue... but I had a very strange experience at my work's convention that I've been meaning to relate. One of the things we do at my office is run a website for kids and part of the site allows kids to submit jokes to be published on the site (at our discretion.) So, at the convention, a man walked up to me and informed me that he had submitted a joke. He said he loves the website, plays the games on it, and sent in a joke under the name Huckleberry... I did my best fake laugh and tried to end the conversation, but he continued to tell me that while his name was Fernando or something like that, he really wanted to change it to Huckleberry. My co-worker, Rebecca, and I nearly burst out laughing until we realized he was completely serious. So, I said something about how it's easy to legally change your name and he could do it any time he wanted. My new friend went on to explain how sad his mother would be because he was named after his deceased grandfather... (All the time he was talking to me he was staring at me a little too closely and a little too intently for me to feel comfortable.)And then... he looked me right in the eye in that cheesy-wannabe-romantic-but-actually-just-creepy fashion that some men are so skilled at and said, "But you can call me Huckleberry."

Wow. I have no idea how I ended the conversation. I believe I turned bright red and tried to hide under the table. Aren't people so amazing?