tidbits

Let’s see. There have been a few changes in plans since my last update. So…

Sam sitting went EXTREMELY well. I think I have the best behaved furry nephew on the planet. We went to G’s house on Fri night for dinner, and except for jumping off the couch and landing on Ollie--which was no slam on Ollie, Sam just NEVER looks where he is going--we had a nice time. The next day we went out to Chris & Kevin’s where everything was great, until I got out of the jeep. In Sam’s excitement to meet Gypsy (their black lab) and Candy (their little mutt), he jumped into the front seat--with one paw landing squarely on the lovely cake box from Alpen Rose. The cake was still edible, though not what you would call aesthetically pleasing. :)

Rosie the cat made it her mission to stalk and torment Sam while we were there. Poor Sam finally had enough as we were leaving and jumped out of the jeep as I turned to say goodbye and made a beeline for the feline. He didn’t get too far before we coaxed him back, but Rosie was sure caught off guard. I had a blast with Sam, even though he is a master manipulator and I am a schmuck.


Went out to Chris’s again the other week and took the kids to see the Night at the Museum 2: Battle for the Smithsonian. Hated it (think Damon Wayans and David Alan Grier form those old In Living Color skits). Seriously, it stunk-stunketty-stunk-stunk. Immensely disappointed, but had fun hanging out with the kids and then later Chris and her neighbor Amy (who also happens to be a colleague, Tech and Lambda Theta alum). We had some nice wine and lemon bars and watched 27 Dresses--way better than the other flick.


The cos collection decided to forgo the Dane Cook performance at the Palace--that gathering is postponed until a TBD date/performance we can all agree on and attend…hmmm…2023 maybe? :)

In lieu of that, I took a vacay day Fri the 12th and went with my pal Beth to the Waterfront Film Festival. We planned to dress up all Hollywood/mysterious with hats and dark shades--and we did. I even got complemented on my ensemb at the first venue--it was totally all my Stella McCartney bag (awesome score at 85% off). We seriously went to stalk any celebs that made appearances, but we happened to pick some awesome movies to see too. The first was Weather Girl. It definitely hit home with some laugh-out-loud moments. Then it was a quick brunch of eggs benedict at Monroe’s, followed by The Baker. Dry British humor my arse. This was freakin’ Hi-Larry-Us. We then had a break where Beth (8+ months pg) got to drink vicariously through me as I downed a couple of margaritas on the deck at the Butler--accompanied by the appropriate not-used-to-drinking-midday-on-a-less-than-full-tummy ramblings. So we followed our beverage break with the next logical option--ice cream from Kilwin’s, duh. :)

We made it back in time for our last feature of the day, Waiting for Ophelia. Although it was very good, it was more of a drama than the comedies form earlier in the day, so it kinda killed my buzz. That and the star was Yeardley Smith, who along with being there at a Q&A session post-flick, is also the voice of Lisa Simpson. My brain, eyes, and ears had a really difficult time getting past that--the Jose Cuervo didn’t help with the reconciliation. All in all, it was a very good time and we both plan to go again.

The Wings lost.
In Detroit.
In Game 7.
:(
Even though I didn’t jinx them by watching. Ok, I may have snuck in some radio broadcast on the way home, but that doesn’t count.

After the film fest, I picked up my latest charge. Mr. Finnigan. a 130#, 1 year old Newfoundland that belongs to a colleague of mine named Tom.

Finnigan

I took him for a test drive that weekend in preparation for watching him for a longer duration this summer. He rocks. The change jar is now officially the Angus fund so I can get my very own. :)

Work is busy, but going well. Got awesome props from our Bulgarian colleagues who prefer the NA implementation hands down over the EU implementation--which basically means I and former colleagues really did a nice job. Yeah us!!!

Well, we made the national news here for our flooding/washouts this past week. Unfortunately, I did not escape unscathed. However, compared to what others had to endure, I got off easy. The fans, a/c, and dehumidifier are still running in the basement to clean up the flood. The following is a pic I took mid-storm about 9:30 Fri night off my back deck. Mind you, there is never typically even a stream back there--just lawn. Nature’s fury, eh?

the flood

On a serious note, Leo came home three days early from his varmit hunting trip b/c he wasn’t feeling well again. He even tried to fly home. That is serious for Leo. He went to the doc as soon as he got home and has a battery of tests scheduled at the hospital this week. Good vibes, prayers, and happy karma are all welcome.

Until next time…

a star is born...

I couldn't be prouder/more excited!!!

My little sister, Nanner, filmed her silver screen debut this past weekend. She was an extra in a scene for film called "The Irishman" starring Val Kilmer and Christopher Walken. The scene was shot somewhere dt Detroit this past weekend. She sat a seat away from Mr. Kilmer (ah, Iceman....) during the scene. Check it out...

She hopes this is the breakthru perfomrance she'll need to make it big in the lucrative world of infomercials! Hahaha! Go Nanner!

:)

get nice & comfy...

When you don’t know where to begin, I’m always told it is best to start at the beginning…so, chronologically, here goes…

Back when we had the subzero cold snap, in late December I think, (yeah, there really is that HUGE of a backpile of mundane tidbits) I left work late and decided to pick-up some Wendy's chili at the drive-thru. As I rolled the window down on Magellan, I heard a snap-crackle-pop and unfortunately there was no puffed rice cereal in sight. I hastily rolled the window back-up, EXTREMELY grateful that it cooperated. I vowed to myself not to use the window for a while and get it looked at. Fast forward a week or so to January when we return to work after holiday break to the news that there will be more lay-offs. Oh joy. That’s ok, I can survive w/o rolling down my driver’s window in winter in MI--no problem. I already talked about the layoffs and I don’t want to go back there, so I’m skipping it. Anywho, the layoffs have passed and then there is the announcement of the week off w/o pay--another reason to not rush out and get the window fixed. No problem, it hasn’t been a problem thus far. I’ll survive. Along comes a mild day, odd, but not unheard of in late winter/early spring MI. In a moment of spring fever while driving down 31 I press the button. A weird noise is emitted and the window shimmies down a bit before I realize what I did. Darn Narbit! I cross my fingers and press the button for it to go back up--but unfortunately the car repair gods were no longer shining on me. It wouldn’t budge. I still wasn’t ready to take it in to get fixed (had vague recollections of Leo scouring junk yards for a replacement window motor for Judea’s full-sized burgundy & silver econoline van [Bessie IV, I believe] back in the early 80s--back then the fam wasn’t going to, nor could they afford the new $300 part). I could only imagine the financial rape I was going to suffer. I summoned my redneck genes and, with the help of some colleagues and some 3M packing tape (that stuff works great Dee), was able to get the window secured in the up position. I held out as long as I could until a couple of weeks ago--the day before the rainy season here. I needed an oil change and couldn’t wait any longer. I went in and asked for the pain. Iy-yi-yi. If you have automatic windows in your vehicle--treat them kindly. $782 later, my driver’s window is functioning again. Ouch. I did do some finish damage with the packing tape too. Eh, such is life, right?

Other things that went down in that timeframe…Leo has undergone more tests and various meds…they think they now finally have a combo that will work for him. I really wish he would retire and not work so hard anymore--but c’mon, seriously, those of you who know Leo know he won’t retire until he dies. He’ll be happy here soon enough as he heads out west for his annual obliterate/annihilate ground hogs trigger happy week. Hide ground hogs, hide!

Kyle wrote a book of stories for class that the teachers had bound/published into “real” books. I was lucky enuf to receive an advance copy. It is awesome. Man, I couldn’t have gotten luckier in the nephew pool if I tried.

Came up with another design feature for the basement (scheduled completion = 2036). I have quite the collection of magnetic poetry kits (College, Shakespeare, Erotic. Hebrew, just to name a few…). What can I say? I love words. Anywho--it has been a long time since I’ve run out of space here at work to display [appropriate facets of] my collection. A jolt of inspiration sent me on a web quest for magnetic paint. Low and behold, it exists! Yeah-rah! Large sections of wall space in the basement will now be able to be transformed into magnetic poetry canvases. Woo-Hoo, happy, happy. J

I already posted about my friend Jamie’s loss too. I don’t want to talk about that again now either (dumb girl hormonies are highly active right now) or I’ll start crying again. So I’ll skip that. Instead, I’ll fast forward to the Monday after the funeral. I’ve determined little kids, as sweet and cuddly and amusing as they are, are also little germ delivery systems. I’m convinced that b/c I don’t spend a whole lot of time around them, my immunities aren’t up to snuff when faced with their sickly powers. So, the point being, after I spent some time around little kiddies that weekend, by the time Monday rolled around I felt like a giant turd. I called the boss Monday a.m. to let him know I wouldn’t be in. He almost didn’t recognize who was calling. After hanging up with him, I proceeded to sleep for another 8 hours uninterrupted--which I can’t do when I’m feeling fine. Rallied the troops and pushed myself to go in the next day. The boss came to my office/cubicle and sat down as I was firing up the system that morning--never a good sign. He said he had something big he wanted to tell me before I heard from others. Apparently he was VERY happy I called in sick the day before. He had to address a matter on my team that he was happy I wasn’t around to witness. The way he put it was that the company had given my last remaining colleague the option to resign, and he took it. Other than it wasn’t reduction-in-force related, I can’t, and frankly, don’t want to know the details. It was a shock tho. No warning or clue that something like that was brewing. And Vic, said colleague, is a very sweet, kind, and funny guy. I miss having him around. Now my team is down to me. Me and my boss. I’m starting to feel toxic, like I should warn people not to get too close. It is bad for their job health.

Planned the trip to hang with Aunt Connie up in Traverse City for July. Judea will meet me up there and we’ll be beaching, exploring, wine tasting and hitting Interlochen for both Chris Thile (love, love, love him) w/ the World Youth Symphony and the Steve Miller Band BIG, BIG smile.

I got to pick up Jamers from GRR when she flew into town for her little sister Katie’s graduation from GVSU. It was so nice to be able to see her. We went to Marie’s in East GR for lunch and got to chat with Marie for a while. Both Jamie and I worked for Marie when she ran her restaurant up in Houghton. Jamie did an awesome job as truck driver with the U-Haul--but I don’t think she ever decided on a handle--I think she just stuck with Moonshine. J We hung with Jamie’s mom, g-ma, Katie, her bf Ryan, and Katie’s friends at her apartment for quite a while then us older chicas went back to the hotel and hung out for a bit more. A very special time indeed.

Stepped foot on Hope College campus for the first time since I’ve lived in the area. It was for the Hope Fringe Festival -- a free concert that night featuring Ganges (not bad) with headliner Joe Pug. Holy smokes. Blown away by the talent in this young dude. I sat there mezmorized. Reminded me of the poetic poignant lyrics of Bob Dylan w/o the annoying weird twanginess. I felt I got to witness something really special. This kid is awesome. Can’t wait for his new CD to be released this summer.

Found the rest of my blue glass beads (for the beaded curtain in my kitchen window) on clearance at the Jo-Ann’s . I have 2.93 strands beaded and I think I’m going to need about 18-20 total. Another work in progress.

Had an impulse retail purchase experience. A big one. At least big by my standards. My dvd player started acting up--the machine jams. You can’t shut it off. You have to pull the whole entertainment center out. Unplug the machine. Shake it and jab it with a screwdriver a few random times. And, if you are lucky, when you plug it back in, it’ll work. I got mad and said screw it, I’ll just listen to a cd instead. So I grab a DMB cd and pop it into my old college 3-disc shelf stereo. Apparently, the stereo thinks I’m a liar, b/c it kept saying “no disc” after rotating around 16 times. Thoroughly po’d. I took off to Best Buy with the intention of buying a new cheap (~$40) dvd player and calling it good. I picked up the last one. Had it in my hands. Then, I made the mistake of continuing to walk around the store. I went down the home theatre system aisle. BIG mistake. I pressed the demo button on the Bose system. BIGGER mistake. I fell in like, love, and lust in an instant. I was taken back to the day when Angie M. (then L.) and I were out at 12 Oaks visiting her mom at the salon for something. We were riding the escalator up to the second floor (when it was still Hudson’s, still way cool, and still had an electronics dept). I remember asking Angie if she heard that music--there was live music coming from the electronics dept. It was Tears in Heaven. No wait. It was Clapton performing Tears in Heaven. OMG! The 12 Oaks Hudson’s at the time (this was before the Somerset Collection existed) was THE snooty Hudson’s--and it wouldn’t be impossible (improbable, yeah, impossible, no) for Eric to actually be there. We raced up the escalator and tore into the electronics dept to find two tiny speakers making it sound like Mr. C was standing right in front of you (it didn’t hurt that he was on a big screen telly too). I was blown away. I thought that someday, if I ever have the means, I want that system. Well, I don’t really have the means, but now I have the system (sans telly--I can only not afford one piece at a time). Now, I actually have to hook up to cable--can’t have static coming thru those babies. That’d be a crime.

Spent some times with my pal Chris and her family. Organized an Easter Egg hunt/ “keep-the-kids-out-from-under-our-feet-while-we-finish-the-house-for-the-inspector” day for the munchkins (they passed the inspection w/ flying colors). I think I was assigned kid duty for two main reasons: 1) I am on the same mental level as most kids, so it is a natural fit and 2) they didn’t want me wielding either hand or power tools anywhere near their home (can you blame ‘em?) J Went to a jewelry party there where I indulged too much (but if a girl can’t even buy herself fun fake jewelry, what’s the point?) but had fun. Came to pick up the jewelry and Chris and I ended up laughing like loons while splitting a couple of bottles of wine and listening to Brook tell princess stories around the campfire. Celebrated Brook’s 6th b-day and talked to their neighbor/colleague/techie/DZ alum Amy bout her new kayak--gonna have to check that out. So many wants--so little $ to fund them. Oh well. It prolly doesn’t come across very well, but I am ETERNALLY grateful for what I do have. In the process of making plans to go see the Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian movie with Brook, Noah, Chris, and Kevin (if mom says it is ok for dad to go-hahaha). Mr. Kevin hooked me up w/ some commercial/industrial desk drawer modules that are going to make the base of my sewing station in the work/craft room in the basement. I just need to find a top--making a trip w/ Chris to the Haworth store for that.

Didn’t want to watch the prez the other night, so I tuned into PBS and was VERY grateful b/c the documentary, Asparagus: Stalking the American Life was just starting. I had made a mental note earlier on that I wanted to watch it, but I should know by now my mental notes aren’t as sticky as they should be. Anywho - it was awesome. I can see why it earned so many awards. I loved it. If someone had told me that a documentary featuring folksy west MI asparagus farmers, a real-honest-to-goodness 70s era disco song and dance depicting the life of asparagus, interviews with Mrs. Asparagus candidates, etc. would make me cry, I would have thought they were koo-koo for cocoa puffs. Not so, not so. Granted I was pms-y, but I think I would have cried, even if I wasn’t. Two thumbs up.

May pal Elaine and I went to the Crown Motor’s ladies night out where we were treated to valet parking, desserts from Alpen Rose, wine sampling (and a bottle to take home, nice.) from Corkscrews, chair massages, paraffin dips, airbag deployment demos, and roses--all w/o a sales pitch. Works for me. J

I’m prepping for my upcoming babysitting gig. I get to watch Sam all next weekend. Nanner is coming to Jenison to spend time with her chica Chris and her new offspring, and as adorable as Sam is, Nanner won’t be of much help if Sam is nosing around, so I get him. YEAH! We have the local recommended vet’s number programmed into the cell and playdates arranged for every day. I can’t wait! Is dog-napping a crime?

We have a Validation reunion coming up next week at New Holland Brewery. Some of my favs who have moved on to Gentex will be there. (yeah, PVL!). It should be a blast.

My cos, Kathryn (Zeta Jones), is organizing another fam get together at the Palace for the Dane Cook appearance on 12-Jun. We went (last year, I think, or maybe it was 2 years ago) and had 3 separate suites -- with the older folks (the aunts & uncles) getting the prime suite and us youngins up in the higher elevations. We ended up all cramming in the prime suite together anyways and had a blast.

Braved all of the pig ebola hype (even tho we had the majority of confirmed MI cases centered right here at Hope College, it never seemed to be too big of a deal) and went out last night to see Pop Evil perform here at Tulip Time--that in and of itself is comical to me. Bobby Vinton was the other (and more typical style) headliner at the other venue on the same night. The Tulipalooza, as the more “modern” venue, was outdoors, but within a couple hundred yards of Freedom Village, the elite retirement community here. Fled 5 opened--3 piece local group that sounded good live. A little heavier than my normal tastes, but good all the same. Was especially impressed with the drummer and the guest bongo player from Brazil. Pop Evil appeared more glam-pop-rock than I envisioned, complete with a bassist with hair similar to mine and sideburns (hopefully not similar to mine) shirtless w/ black leather vest, black pants and chains & scarves around the waist a-la Steven Tyler that shook his locks like a crazy rock man. They sounded REALLY good and polished. I liked the music--def not my fav style, but I guess that varies with mood, cuz I don't think I have a style. They got the crowd pumped and the rocked out. All in all, tre cool/fun.

Earlier this week they announced another week off w/o pay. Def not a jump for joy moment, but still WAY better than being unemployed. Nanner and Sam are planning to come out here for a couple of days then. And Judea is trying to arrange to get the boys at that time too. Hoping to use the big 6 person tent she won and camp with the boys on the beach (or as near as we can get to the beach) for a couple of nights.

Along with discontinuing free coffee service (no biggie - can’t drink that gut rot anyways), they also outlawed personal coffee makers. RIP my beloved 4 cup Kitchen Aid. (*tear*). I won’t be java deprived that easily tho. I am currently learning the subtleties and nuances of the French press. First 2 times it was a wee bit weak. Not sure if I need more beans or more brew time. Practice makes perfect, right?

OK - there is still more, but the writing bug has just about worn off for now. I’ll catch ya’ll up on more at a later time. Until then, peace out.

J

love, loss, and hope

I haven't written in a while, not for lack of topics--the back pile is bigger than it ever has been--but for lack of focus.

You see, the first of my college chicas, my MTU girls, lost a parent last month. It hit us all so much harder than we ever could have imagined. Those of us in MI traveled there to be present in person while those out of state sent their love through the airwaves. Words are not enough. Actions seem hollow. There is nothing you can do to help ease the pain. My heart broke and continues to do so for my Jamers. I will continue to be there for you in any way I can. Any way you need me. I was so honored to be able to be there for you that weekend. Meeting the "Irish Lady" and hearing stories about your dad from his brothers--that is something I will always cherish. I was also thrilled to be able to help out this past weekend. Seriously, your mom and G-ma and Katie and Ryan--all so welcoming and nice. I loved hearing more about your dad (Comcast debacle, kumquat & lemondrop, etc.). Thanks for inviting me in. Thanks for sharing.

I was just starting to gain some perspective on the whole situation when a bomb just dropped on me. In the ladies room at work no less. I ran into one of my work pals and she shared with me that she has been diagnosed with ovarian cancer. She is young and happy and full of life. How can this be? Why her? Questions that really have no answers, but they haunt your brain anyway. I'm feeling blurry and unfocused again. I know it will pass. Probably too quickly at that. I need to regroup and center myself around the only thing I've found that helps--my faith.

Sending out prayers to all suffering and in need.

heartfelt thoughts

First off, many congrats on the arrival of Molly Josephine!



What an awesome birthday present! She is absolutely gorgeous!!!
Hope mom and dad and big sis are doing great (btw, Happy Belated Birthday Ang!).



Conversely, sending prayers and hope and oodles of love and hugs and positive thoughts to Jamers and her fam in their time of need. As all the chicas said, the distance may limit our practical help, but it in no way diminishes the absolute love we are sending out to you. I sure hope you can feel it.

shameless adopted hometown plug

If you are bored tonight and are just jonesing to know more about where I live, check out The Weather Channel's "one-tank trip from Chicago" spot tonight at 5:00 pm EST and again at 11:00 pm EST, and one last time tomorrow morning (25-Mar-2009) at 8:00 am EST.

Holland MI is the featured destination. Apparently TWC people were here filming a snow storm earlier in the year and they like the area so much they wanted to feature it--pretty sweet.

:)

projectile minutiae disgorgement - part 1

Man, so many little tidbits to share, my head is spinning. I’ll start with my amusing dinner this past Tuesday night. I was invited over to Aimee and Mike’s for dinner to make up for me having to ditch them this past Sat (big hugs and kisses to the persons who invented pamprin and heating pads--w/o them I’d have quickly plotted and carried out my own demise). Anywho, the evening’s main event was the celebration of Big D’s (7th) and AA’s (4th) b-days. Both boys got Star Wars kites. Big D also got a build-your-own-monster-truck kit and a paper airplane kit. AA also got a matchbox fire engine ladder truck and a beautiful book, Brava Strega Nona! --a nod to the Italian heritage (I think mom will like it even more than he does). Aimee and Mike are AWESOME (in every sense of the word) peeps who work with me. They have 4 munchkins ages 11, 7, 4, and 2. Entering a house like that is almost like going to a foreign country for me--alien beyond compare. Lots of action, loud noises, and juggling. My favorite highlights included:

1) a dinner conversation that went something like this:

4 yo = “Mom, when you hurt your eyes, you are supposed to put mud in them. And then you brush them off like this...[demonstrating]” (referring to the biblical story of Jesus healing the blind man)
11 yo = “You know Jesus made the mud using His spit!”
7yo = “Dad, is that because they didn’t invent napkins yet?”

2) while homework was being checked and dishes put away, the 2yo running around the house in her pink piggy pjs sporting the toy welder’s goggles shouting, “Alleluia” at the top of her voice and laughing.

After the kids were put down for the night the adults dialed up the movie The Diving Bell and the Butterfly on the Roku box--very, very interesting, but definitely not a Tues night movie. We were all fighting the nods not even 20 minutes into it so I packed it up and headed back to the south side. I’ll have to try and watch it again on another night.

There are so many other things to share I don’t even know where to begin. It will all come across as a random prattle of disconnected, jumbled experiences--but hey, that is my life. :)

First off, before I forget…

Happy Birthday to:
Becky - hope you are over the flu and having a great day lady!

Happy Belated Birthday to:
Dee--your b-day week plans sounded Marvy-luss!
Elaine--looking forward to the celebratory night on the town!
New Maurer--Are you here yet?

Work. Work is going well. Very busy. Still a bit disjointed, but well. We’ve implemented a bunch of cost savings notions that are helping us reverse the trend. The company has ceased tuition reimbursement--I am SOOOOO thankful my MS is completed. That would devastate me to be on that path and then have the rug pulled out from underneath. Also, we are modifying our main building here to fully utilize the square footage--looks like a big wall is going in about 20 paces south of my desk. Fortunately, I won’t have to move my desk--that is only slightly less tedious than moving my home. We were able to score some deeply discounted Wings tix (~$17 a ticket for the Joe) thru an offer made to the company, I couldn’t use them so I passed the deal back on to the fam on the East side--but everyone is so busy I don’t think anyone got to use them. Other than that, I helped throw together a quick (very quick) fundraiser for our Bulgarian Orphanage Aid project. We sold green root beer floats--and we able to bring in profits totaling over $500. I has extremely pleased with the turnout. My colleagues have bigger hearts than I ever thought possible. It makes me so proud of them. I’m very lucky.


Last Friday I took a vacation day to spend with Judy here in town. The day started off great cuz I got to see U2 perform live on GMA at Fordham University in the Bronx. Man do I still like them. Bono is a intriguing as ever. Anywho, the weather here was Bee-U-Tif-Full! We hit Great Lakes Furniture. It is my FAVORITE furniture store. I’ve bought all my BR and LR furniture from them. Due to the economic situation they are going out of business. It makes me very sad. Altho I didn’t need or want new furniture, I wanted to walk around the store one last time to say goodbye. It may sound kooky, but it was one of those stores I would wander around and gain ideas and inspiration from. I’m really going to miss it. I brought one last small piece home with me--a small planter shelf for the master bath that will completely compliment my ancient ruins motif going on in there. Good-bye GLF. :(

Judy and I hit Good Earth for lunch and then toured DT Holland. Altho I live here, I rarely take the time to enjoy the inherent beauty and charm of my adopted home unless I am entertaining guests. So, it was really nice to stroll the streets with my mom. The DT association was holding their “No boys allowed” shopping weekend featuring deals and specials. I bought an autographed low country B&B cookbook (my heroin) at one store. We then stopped into The Bridge, our awesome fair trade store where Judy bought me some groovy necklaces and a scarf. My mom spoils me. All of us kids. Her grandkids too. But she really enjoys doing it. I’m almost to the point where I don’t try and stop here. Almost.

Judy and I then went to Moynihan Gallery. They were holding a b-day celebration where they had a MI puzzle all complete except for one piece. Every customer got to try their luck and pull a puzzle piece from a big jar to see if they could pick the missing piece. The grand prize was an original oil by Ms. Kate Moynihan herself. Altho I wasn’t a grand prize recipient, I picked a silver star puzzle piece winning me a Big Red print by Randall Higdon, a doors of DT Holland poster, and a collapsible/reusable shopping bag. I was happy with it. :)

We then went and got our tickets for the 7:00 showing of Taken at the local multiplex (action packed and fun for those who enjoy revenge based violence, but not altogether believable). We headed back DT for a quick dinner at CityVu Bistro, followed by a nice stroll along the Heinz/Lake Mac Walkway--then back just in time to catch the movie. We made an early night b/c we had to be out of the house by 5:45 the next morning to pick up Elaine and catch the bus in GR for our shopping trip to IL.

My luck continued on the bus as mom’s name was drawn in the raffle and she won certificates for free videos from a local place--which she gave to me. She then picked the next winner’s name out of the bowl--Me. Nice job Mom! I won a $20 gift certificate to Applebee’s--I just may have to take Kyle out to his fav place. Elaine and I had some good girl chat time on the bus on the way there--the assigned seats had us sitting together and Judy up a row and across the aisle. Mom is good at making friends so it was no biggie.

We made it to Gurnee Mills just as it was opening. None of us 3 were on a mission. Just exploring. We scored some good deals at the Bath & Body Works including some 90% off shopping/beach bags--originally $40. For $4 it was worth it just not to have to carry multiple shopping bags from all of the stores. Other than that I got a few over-the-shoulder-boulder holders and 2 more cookbooks (one on preserving year round and another on Shelburne Farms in Vermont). We headed back to the hotel at 5:00 for some snacks and toddies. Decided we were done shopping for the day--the bus was making 2 more trips back and forth to the mall. We chilled in the room for a bit (pretty decked out with a fridge, microwave, lay-z-boy, and air-hockey table) and then went across the parking lot to Timothy O’Toole’s for dinner where I excitedly ordered one of my favs, Guinness & Black (alternate names depending on where you order it, but essentially a Guinness with a shot of Chambord). This place was brand new, so I should have known better, but it was Irish themed so I just presumed they’d get it right. They didn’t. They served the Guinness ice cold. I had to wait forever for it to warm up to room temp. The consolation was that they were handing out free 6oz samplers of both Harp’s and Guinness. We all 3 took one or the other, but neither Judea nor Elaine are beer chicas, so they gave me theirs. We returned to the hotel to call it a night, but not before I sharpied a lovely stick-people couple and their dog into one of the ultra-cheesy mass produced kaka oil paintings in the room. I picked up that little habit at a funky motel up in Chassell, MI. (Angie M. -- Remember Caroline, Brandon, and you and the snowsuit sleeping bag? hahaha!)

The next am we boarded the bus for Light House Place in Michigan City, Indiana. The weather did not cooperate--shifting between drizzle and violent downpour every 20 minutes. I got a few work shirts, a potato masher at Le Creuset, and some Harry & David treasures for me and my colleagues. I spent more $ than intended, but I felt altho I may not have totally honored my less-spending/less excess plan, I made no frivolous purchases.

After we got to GR and dropped Elaine off, mom and I headed back to my place. We were whipped and made a pretty early night of it. Next am we got Judy packed up and headed out to grab breakfast before she hit the road for home and I reported to the Center for Women in Transition (CWIT) for my week of volunteer work.

Working at CWIT was an AMAZING experience. I was blown away by how good it felt to do something for people in need in my community. I can TOTALLY get the draw of working for a non-profit. It felt truly purposeful. It also made me realize just how complex my responsibilities at my primary job are. I gained new respect for many things:

*my ability to jump in and use some design/computer skills that I just take for granted everyone possesses (b/c I see us all as such unique and creative beings)
*people who sacrifice big $ paying jobs, for jobs that pay big in other less tangible, but no less valuable ways
*myself--he inner self-critical me tends to see myself as a glorified secretary at times. This being the only ‘real’ job I’ve had since college. I wasn’t sure what else I was qualified to do. I was able to prove to myself that I have skills and talents that people do indeed appreciate and value. It may seem weird, but that was a fear I have carried around inside for quite a while.

On top of all those wonderful things, I got to work with some wonderful people--Sherry and Jean in particular. Holland is really a small town at heart and I was delighted to hear Sherry needed to call someone about the DT St. Paddy’s Day parade--someone we both knew, so I got to give him a surprise hiya. I learned Sherry also dreams of opening a B&B in the very exact house I’ve had my eye on here, Windy Ridge Estate (sorry, there are no links to this at this time b/c they took it off the market--it looks like it would fit right in on Mackinaw Island). Sherry’s hubby is a Schoolcraft College Culinary School grad (uber-yeah!). While at CWIT my tasks were to design and prep things for the Volunteer Appreciation Open House (hard invites, evites, mailing labels, welcome sign, flower tags, etc.--the annual fundraiser program had already been completed). To express her gratitude, Sherry took me out to lunch on Friday to the Curragh where I got to meet her good friend, who also happens to own/run the establishment, and who happens to hail from Greece, by way of Chicago. She travels often back home to the Peloponnese to visit her rents. Altho we didn’t have much time to talk (the prepping for the big SPD shenanigans was in full swing) it was some cool kismet.

That Friday night I headed to Dan and Nadine’s for a fine dinner of raclette, wine, and scotch sampling. We had a great time and look forward to getting together again soon.

Okay, I made it half way thru my list of mundane tidbits and this is already too long, so I’m gonna cut it off here and put the rest in another post.

Wishing you all health & happiness!