On the Receiving End.

Last night I caved. After days and weeks of prodding, I finally caved and my husband (tee hee, I still chuckle when I say it, although today is our two month anniversary! Yay for us!) and I opened our Christmas gifts to each other. He couldn't stand the wait any longer. Taking a cue from his Mom who can get just about anything a person could ever want with her admirable persistence and well-written letters... just ask the 6'5" signed Peyton Manning jersey currently hanging in our hallway... he got me an autographed 8 x 10 color photo of Mr. David Letterman! It's beautiful. I cried. I absolutely love it. They sent it directly to our house from the Ed Sullivan theatre in New York, no third party ebay handlers here! It went from Dave's desk to our mailbox. Well, directly to MD's work mailbox so that i didn't see it. Sneaky.

I love how creative he was and I love how well he knows me. But even more, I love how excited he was to give it to me, it's too cute and very special.


P.S. All the gifts that he got me were awesome but this was by far my fave!

Realizations suck.

At what age do you go from being able to ride roller coasters for hours at a time to not being able to dry your hair upside-down because you get lightheaded? I made a quick, sharp swerve in my car in the parking lot today and it made me dizzy. It's ridiculous. I don't get it. When did this happen? Why did it happen? I remember getting upset with my mom when I was younger because she would never ride the roller coasters at Cedar Point. Now I understand why.

More and more I'm realizing the effects of getting older. It's quite unpleasant.

Gag me with a croissant.

I really hate the smell of cigarette smoke. There's nothing like being in a meeting and sitting next to the guy who smells like he just bowled a few games over his lunch hour.

Good thoughts appreciated.

My dear friend Turtle Parade is taking a BIG career exam on Friday, so big that when she's done, I'll have to call her Dr. Turtle Parade. That's so amazing to me. It's tres cool. I wish her all the best, not that really she needs it cause she's super smart, but I hope she knows I'm thinking of her and that I am already in awe of her and her accomplishments. I'm rounding up good thoughts for her, for those of you reading, please join in the effort.


(S, I hope you don't mind that I wrote this. I can't help it, I'm excited for you.)