tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239520862024-03-12T18:10:42.443-07:00judging books by their coversk.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-25536435690505434922007-05-07T22:22:00.000-07:002007-05-07T22:25:57.790-07:00Maybe I should quit my day job!and make a living dog sitting! <br /><br />My neighbors will be leaving for three whole weeks in June and I will be the proud responsible guardian of their sweet and slightly crazy dog, Edgar. We're going to have a blast: jogging together, chilling and watching the food network channel together, and just in general goof around!k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-87033955649089456072007-04-03T20:09:00.000-07:002007-04-03T20:28:16.683-07:00Headbanging to the Whole Wide WorldWhich is a song featured on the movie <span style="font-style: italic;">Stranger than Fiction</span> (very good - watch it if you haven't already). I'm a little nervous about putting it on my iPod because I might then be induced to take my headbanging public (on the bus, on the sidewalk to the library, pretty much anywhere I go by myself). Speaking of which, yesterday I was walking to McDonald's to get a movie (yes, a movie from McDonald's - the insiduous effect of Redbox (a dollar a night for a movie which comes out of a vending machine)) and realized that I didn't have my iPod. Now, I haven't had my iPod that long and it's surprising and extremely disturbing how it has become an extension of my body. I felt naked without it. Listen to the birds chirping? Hear my own breath and footsteps? Listen to my own thoughts a little more clearly? What?<br /><br />Ahem. <br /><br />Now - has last night's experience and realization changed how much I listen to it? Nope! I like my life with a constant muscial soundtrack. Especially the hour and a half I spend on the bus each day.<br /><br />Plus, I think my iPod might have a secret and mysterious protection device which keeps me from harm when I listen to it. Listen: so, like I said, last night I didn't have it and was walking to McDonald's and was crossing a street when the little walking light man said I could when a man dressed in a Star Trek suit tried to run me over. Seriously. You never know the powers wrapped up in a little stick of electronicity or whatever. <br /><br />And, I know what you're thinking (well, at least I'm going to presume I do), that it's dangerous because anyone could creep up on me unexpectedly while I'm walking in the dark. <br /><br />A. I don't walk in the dark. Or at least not with my iPod. Or at least not with my iPod all <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> loud.<br /><br />B. I always expect the unexpected. Or at least nearly always. Or at least when it's expected.k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-16419411769200643302007-03-31T22:26:00.000-07:002007-03-31T22:33:09.651-07:00Library Science Here I Come!Whelp, it's official. I've been accepted to the library information science program at DU! I've actually started taking a class now although I'm not officially in the program until next fall. The class is "Alternative Careers in Library Science" - think 'art library' or 'children's librarian.' It is all very exciting and I've found LIS students to be extremely welcoming and nice ... and misunderstood by society at large! Librarians do a lot more than just get a book off the shelf and check it out for you. <br /><br />I also get to dog sit the neighbor's dog this weekend which is especially exciting because our neighbors have satellite TV and the food network.k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-8631273356902993372007-01-28T20:09:00.000-08:002007-02-05T13:21:03.500-08:00Videoblogging...Well, I can see if I can get it to work...<br /><br />So, my parents got me a digital camera for Christmas with the idea that I would take pictures of my life here to send home ... and now, a good four weeks after I received this awesome gift, I realized I should start taking pictures - better yet, videos!<br /><br />Here is the first installment - aptly titled "Katie At Home."<br /><br />Thwarted! Apparently it is too big to post on blogger. Well, I'll try something else - keep posted for new developments in the soon-to-be-released "Katie At Home."<br /><br />AH HA! So, here you go: click on this to get to the website where "Katie At Home" is now available for viewing!<br /><br />Okay, actually, I think this will work even better:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.clipshack.com/Clip.aspx?key=2697611379E98FD6">http://www.clipshack.com/Clip.aspx?key=2697611379E98FD6</a>k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-9385432348032655492007-01-15T18:57:00.000-08:002007-01-15T19:19:44.969-08:00Change in PaceI realized that, oddly enough, most of my blog postings have to do with either the weather or public transportation adventures. Reading my blog, you'd think all I do is walk to and from the bus in bizarre weather. While traveling to and from work <span style="font-style: italic;">does</span> take up quite a bit of my time each day, it does not actually make up the meat of what I do. That is reserved for my job which I'm still enjoying. Now that school is back in session, our office has been a bustling place. Some afternoons, I literally did not have time to sit down, with all the students coming in for various things. It makes the day fly by to have so many people either calling or coming in for appointments. I also really enjoy my co-workers and the student workers who work in the office - I've had a variety of fun invitations to hang out with co-workers outside of the office: a small group, a sushi dinner (where we MADE our own sushi!), concerts, a dim sum outing (did I spell that right?). It's been fun.<br /><br />We finally seem to be settling into Denver - new friends and opportunities lie in the near future (I can just feel it!). <br />I'm taking a ceramics class in a couple weeks.<br /><br />I've cut my hair - the shortest it's been in a long while!<br /><br />And, I've seemingly lost my shyness and acquired an ability to talk to pretty much anybody about even the silliest of things. For example, the last time I rode down on the bus to Colorado Springs to visit family, I ended up talking to a lady for the entire duration of the trip about basically my whole life. By the end of the hour, I think we knew more about each other than some of our friends know about us. I love those conversations - the ones that always end with, "And, I'm (insert a first name here), by the way." Luckily, my job suits just this ability to talk - one of my favorite parts of my jobs is to talk to students as they wait for their advising meeting (especially if they've been waiting for a while). Sometimes the most random things come out of my mouth. And perhaps I haven't lost all of my shyness quite yet - I still occasionally get the urge to slap my forehead with my hand, thinking, "Where'd the heck did <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> come from?"<br /><br /><br />That's it for now.k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-20110773668833439762007-01-05T20:53:00.000-08:002007-01-05T21:16:16.698-08:00Confessions of a Mouth-breatherThe time has arrived to come clean: I am a mouth breather. All these years I tried delude myself into thinking that there just no way. I didn't read the signs: waking up to a pool of drool resting on the pillow; being teased by my aunt that I never closed my mouth all of the way; and, of course, having trouble breathing through my nose alone.<br /><br />But tonight I was walking to the store (on a quest for hot chocolate - hey, when chocolate calls it doesn't matter how cold it is outside). And boy was it cold tonight. I was halfway there when I realized that I had been putting my tongue up to my front teeth to warm them up. How silly! I thought. And yet, I was having trouble keeping my mouth shut - it took conscious effort. <br /><br />So there it is. I've bravely confessed much to my own disappointment that I am, indeed, a mouth breather. <br /><br /><br />On another note, I'm also being stalked by a fox. After work I had a burst of energy and needed to do something productive so I was shoveling the front walk when a red fox ran out from behind one of our trees, looked back at me, and then trotted on down the road. AND THEN when I was walking to the store, a red fox was just ahead of me in the road and stopped for the longest time watching me approach him and then ran on and stopped again until I came too close for comfort. And whatever my roommate, Erin, may say the fox was stalking <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span> despite the fact that he was running before me. It's all part of the fox's ploy, to run away when I approach him so that no one will believe that Red (as I've just christened the fox) is, in fact, stalking me.<br /><br />At least it's not a moose. I was grateful to remember that I didn't have to worry about bumping into a moose as I was walking to the store. <br /><br /><br />And finally, a year in Kentucky really does make you forget all the glories of snow (no offense Kentucky friends). Tonight, I saw a sheet of sparkly crystalized snow smoothed perfectly out by the wind despite how fluffy it had been this morning when it was falling down out of the sky.k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-52946612918282060752006-12-20T22:49:00.000-08:002006-12-20T22:58:33.022-08:00Blizzard Wonders and WoesSo, have you ever heard the wind in that Louis Armstrong song "Zat you Santa Claus" ? Because that is what it sounds like outside my window right now.<br /><br />Today, I left for work at quarter to 6 am and there was maybe a half of an inch to an inch of snow on the ground. Now, 18 hours later, there is close to what must be three feet. There are buried lumps of cars in our back driveway. My roommates and I were all released from work this morning so we could get home without incident (besides the awful traffic). And now we also have tomorrow off and maybe a delayed Friday. It is an early Christmas treat!<br /><br />Unfortunately, though, the weather has closed the airport which ended up meaning that both of my roommates' Thursday evening flights were cancelled. So they were scrambling tonight to set up different plans - which turned up to being flying home on Christmas and on the 28th. It is truly disappointing and really puts a damper on what at first seemed to be a fun way to get out of work.k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-32805866689830206952006-12-06T21:48:00.000-08:002006-12-06T21:56:47.143-08:00Spoiled for a dayToday I enjoyed the bliss of automobile transportation. I wore heels to work (without an extra pair of "walking" shoes). I ran an errand to the post office during lunch without spending all of it waiting for the bus. I left work when I wanted to without having to run. I listened to music loudly in the car while obnoxiously singing along. I played "stop...and go!" in the rush hour traffic. <br /><br />It was simply delightful and I've been far too spoiled in just one day - I don't know if I'll ever be able to adjust back. <br /><br />A thanks out to my roommate, Erin, who provided the means for such a treat. <br /><br />And now, to bed. The bus comes awfully early tomorrow morning (and on one too many occasions, I've been seen all out sprinting to the bus stop a couple of blocks away).k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-70362494710046771252006-12-04T17:33:00.000-08:002006-12-04T17:37:50.257-08:00Nothing really to post about except...I met King James last Friday night. He decided to stop and talk to me while I was waiting for the bus and reading a book quite intently, in fact. He was a little upset about being kicked out and just needed a listening ear. He also wanted me to put in a good word for him when I met God even though I think he was a little disappointed that the book I was reading wasn't the Good Word. And then, before he walked on for the evening, he informed me that, in fact, he was an outlaw. <br /><br />See? You learn new things all the time while taking public transportation - I didn't know King James was an outlaw - did you?k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-9969040433453921862006-10-17T22:38:00.000-07:002006-10-17T22:43:13.132-07:00Winter WonderlandI love Colorado -<br /><br />it snowed all day today - I felt like a little kid again. While everyone was grumbling at work, I was secretly imagining going on a walk with the neighbor's dog as soon as I got home. Which I did. Edgar and I were running around in a local park all by our lonesomes (apparently no one else wanted to venture out into the snow - it was really coming down) - we were both a little crazy: Edgar rolling around and acting weird and me laughing and running around and acting weird. It was great.<br /><br />Apparently, Colorado has quick weather - a guy who came into the office today told me how a couple of years ago it was 91 degrees one day and then only 36 hours later it started to snow and snowed a couple of inches! Now that is crazy!k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1159931123656415232006-10-03T20:00:00.001-07:002006-10-03T20:05:23.670-07:00And the goodness keeps rolling in: another perk in the life of the working girlSo - after listing all the apparent perks to my job yesterday, I walked into the office today pretty content. Only to find out there was more in store for me. Apparently, today was Staff Appreciation Day in the world of the International Student and Scholars Services office (ISSS - one of two parts of my office). And I was invited along. So approximately at 10:30 this morning I found myself on one of those portable massage chairs where you lean forward getting a massage. Nice. Work just keeps getting better and better.k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1159835193879240872006-10-02T17:14:00.000-07:002006-10-02T17:26:34.236-07:00Perks of Work: the other side to the life of a working girl1. Okay, so I work at the International House at Denver University which houses both the study abroad offices and the international student services offices. Plus, it is in an old sorority house so there is a lot of common space that people in the community use. So, this past week there was some dinner from which there was lots of leftovers. This means that I have been eating excellent Argentinian food for the past two lunches. And I guess that sort of thing happens a lot. Yum!<br /><br />2. This past weekend I was invited by one of the international advisors to join her on a student retreat - so I found myself up in the mountains with some really cool people from all around the world. And I got to sit in on some great conversations about identity and culture and things that really made me think - it was glorious. I felt very affirmed in this job - and really alive after such great conversations.<br /><br />3. I've already mentioned this in a previous post but it is too good to not say again: I have a sparkly little sticker on my DU id which allows me to ride anywhere at anytime on public transportation for free! (And soon DU will get a lightrail going straight to it - yes!)<br /><br />4. Unlike my last job, where teachers were warning me to not smile until Christmas, in this job I'm encouraged to smile my little heart out. <br /><br />5. I get to help lost looking students out and reassure them that they are indeed in the right place and we can indeed help them with what they need.<br /><br />6. The staff is pretty awesome - already I have a great book on loan from one advisor - and there is another Calvin alum already in the office!<br /><br />And finally, this isn't a perk but I think I'm getting a little more used to working all day long in such an office environment and getting up early and so am not nearly as exhausted now at the end of the day! Yes!k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1159415224309011412006-09-27T20:34:00.000-07:002006-09-27T20:49:24.013-07:00Life of the Working GirlHere are signs that point to the life of a working girl (well, this working girl, anyways):<br /><br />1. Obsessive (as my roommate Erin calls it) ironing of the next day's workshirt. Thank you Grandma for your lesson on how to iron a shirt.<br /><br />2. Making lunch the night before as if I were in fourth grade again.<br /><br />3. Complaining of sore feet yet still attempting to wear heels to work the next day.<br /><br />4. Flashing a new Denver Univ. id with its metallic year-long bus pass sticker at the bus driver.<br /><br />5. Getting up consistently at a time I haven't gotten up at since I did the paper route as a kid. (Actually, it's not that bad, I get up at 5:45 - but still.)<br /><br />6. Seeing the sunrise shine through the capitol building in downtown Denver on my way to catch the light rail.<br /><br />7. Riding the light rail - ahhhh.<br /><br />8. Sporting a new chic watch - oh so stylish and helpful in catching one's bus on time.<br /><br />9. Getting incredibly sleepy at 9:37 at night.<br /><br />10. Reciting, "Good Afternoon/Morning, Office of Internationalization" over and over again until I'm sure I'm saying it in my sleep. (You try saying "internationalization" without slurring it or wanting to laugh at the end.)<br /><br />11. Finally understanding why Wednesday is called "hump day" - thank goodness - the weekend is nigh!<br /><br />Oop - better go make my lunch and head to bed.k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1158559709708516812006-09-17T15:42:00.000-07:002006-09-17T23:08:29.790-07:00Another Edgar in my life: And on talking to myselfSo, I thought I had left all significant Edgars behind in Louisville. But apparently, it is not so. This last Saturday I was trying to make cookies for a friend and got home from the store only to find out that I still needed eggs and we were out. Now, although there are two grocery stores close by, I did not have time to walk back to one for eggs. So after stomping around the house for a bit, I realized that I should do the "old fashioned" thing of asking the neighbors. And that is how I met Edgar. Now, I did not even know our next door neighbors had a dog. But as Jeremy introduced me to his wife, Lois, and two young daughters, Abigail and Julia, he also was compelled to introduce me to the curious golden retriever galloping around the room with the fitting name of Edgar. And then Jeremy joked that I was welcome to walk Edgar any time I liked and was a little taken back by how excited I got. I mean, I had been telling the girls that I had to meet the neighbors so I could offer to walk their dogs and here was a neighbor who I didn't even know had a dog offering to let me do just that. Needless to say, Edgar and I went for a walk today. It was great - I'm able to walk around the neighborhood being nosy without feeling strange - in our neighborhood, at least, we see a lot of people walking around but <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> with a dog. So now I've joined their ranks - yes! Real Denverite-ion, here I come!<br /><br />Edgar also kind of solves and increases a recent problem I've been having lately. Now, for those of you who have ever spent a substantial amount of time with me, you know that I have a weird habit of making strange noises randomly and occasionally (as some people say) talking to myself (I still assert that I'm talking in <span style="font-style: italic;">general</span>, to whoever may be listening - so what if no one is technically in earshot...). Anyways, this past week, I've been learning my way around Denver as a result of a few interviews (read: I've been spending hours on public transportation) and I've realized that I have a disturbing tendency to talk to myself. Not talking in general. But actually talking to myself. Out loud. At the bus stop, on the way to the bus stop, as the bus pulls up. Luckily, I can stop myself once I'm in the direct presence of others. But motorists passing by can definitely see my mouth moving while I'm so obviously sitting by myself. And I can't help it - it just kind of helps to think things out, well, out loud. Once, I saw a guy doing the same thing as the bus pulled up. But then I noticed that once he got on the bus he didn't stop - he didn't try to do the whole "I'm a cool bus rider person who tries not to make eye connect much less talk to people who I didn't get on the bus with." And I couldn't blame him. Sometimes it is boring just sitting there thinking. <br /><br />So back to Edgar. I realized that it is almost socially okay to talk to your dog. So I can talk to Edgar while we walk without feeling totally weird. And Edgar does this great thing where he looks back at me, all wonderingly, and then he slows down, like, "She talking to me. I better try to listen to what she's saying." Either that or he's used to having to slow down when the person with the leash starts talking for whatever reason. But it isn't totally okay to be rambling on and on to your dog although Edgar seems to invite speech. So.<br /><br />And for those of you who actually read all of this - I will post some relevant news about my new life in Denver - I have an exciting job possibility - but need to save it until it actually becomes reality.k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1157768100167871452006-09-08T19:12:00.000-07:002006-09-08T19:15:00.176-07:00Still Alive...and thriving - I guess. I'm in Denver now finally after a couple weeks of transition. Jobless but not homeless (not yet, that is) so that's good. Our neighborhood is awesome. And we have a hot tub. And I have the hugest room I've ever occupied. Come visit - there's room on my floor for at least twenty visitors (well, kind of packed in).k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1154481538411338952006-08-01T18:17:00.000-07:002006-08-01T18:18:58.413-07:00Success: FINALLY.I got to go swimming today. The pool is re-opened and so the 103 degree weather is no longer such a problem.k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1154310283985937262006-07-30T18:24:00.000-07:002006-07-30T18:44:44.040-07:00One last hurrah in the Geo: Edgar remembered...So, the program car, a little white Geo Metro, which we dubbed Edgar (I do not remember why) has left our community for greener pastures (i.e. it has been sold since there are no participants for next year - whether its pastures will be green or not - well...). But before Edgar left, I was able to put us all through one last hurrah together. <br /><br />Last Sunday, I drove Edgar up to Paoli, IN for church so that I could go back early for a barbeque (normally I would have kept my stickshift ambitions to myself and just rode along with another person). But as it was, I needed to drive that little manual transmission in order to both see Keith become a member of the Mennonite Church and to go to a school staff barbeque back here in Louisville. So, on the drive up there Emily and Andi rode with me, as well as our visiting friend, Pete. Now Pete is a tall guy with long legs and him getting into the front seat of the Geo was a feat unto itself. And I, me being me, decided it was necessary to bring along a cup of coffee I had just brewed in the periculator (I've finally developed this great process of the perfect amount of espresso plus heated milk plus whisking a little foam into it). Anyways. It's hard enough to drive stick for only the sixth time in one's life and try to handle a full cup of coffee (which of course is not in a travel mug). So I gave the coffee-cup-holding responsibility to Pete. <br /><br />And I'm doing fine, we're doing fine, the Geo's doing fine - maybe I took a corner or a speed bump a little too fast - but hey, it's fine. I'm about to merge onto the highway when I'm stopped by the last stoplight in my path... and it happens to be on a slight hill. Of course, I start going spasmotic - checking for and cursing any cars that look like they may attempt to pull up behind me. The light stays red forever. And then all of sudden it's green and I try valiently to go. But of course, I'm thinking too hard and too nervously about it and don't give poor Edgar enough gas. Thus commences the funniest experience in my recent life. Edgar takes us all on a bouncy ride that only goes for two or three feet but involves jerking drastically up and down and back into the seat. I glance over at Pete in these few seconds just in time to see half of the coffee in my cup fly straight into the air and then down again. All over Pete and the floor and dash of the Geo. I think Edgar eventually stalled - I waited through another long light (during which time I opened the car door and poured out the rest of my coffee - nice foam or not!) and this time gave Edgar plenty of gas. And go dog go - we went with no more major mishaps!k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1153791896661604502006-07-24T18:28:00.000-07:002006-07-24T18:44:56.673-07:00It's cooled down...thank goodness!<br /><br />Oh - and I drove the little stickshift Geo today without stalling or being very nervous about it! Hot dog.<br /><br />And - finally - I took some pictures of one of the batiks I was making (and I'm still finishing one).<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/jeff%20st.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/jeff%20st.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/jeff%20st4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/jeff%20st4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/jeff%20st3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/jeff%20st3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/jeff%20st2%20.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/jeff%20st2%20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1153180665564771622006-07-17T16:38:00.000-07:002006-07-17T16:57:45.590-07:00A Cruel Answer from the Universe to Yours Truly: refuted in my search for reliefSo, those of you not in Kentucky, it has been hot lately. And it is going to continue to be hot. What gets me the most is the humidity. But I've been coping and planning little relief tactics - such as going swimming...<br /><br />All day long at work I was plotting how I'd come home, pack up my bag, haul my bike out, and ride down to the swimming pool for which someone gave me free passes, and then all my hot, heat-worn self would lose itself in swimming nice cool laps. <br /><br />I put my plan into action as soon as I came home. The fates seemed to be with me - no flat tires, it didn't seem <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> bad outside, even the railroad crossing was clear. So I braved the hot asphalt and inconsiderate motorists and made it to the pool .... only to find that ... THE POOL WAS COMPLETELY VOID OF WATER AND INSTEAD FILLED WITH NOXIOUS PAINT FUMES. Closed for the month. Every sweat-dripping part of me drooped. My hopes for cool relief were cruelly dashed against the rocks (or the hard concrete floor of the empty pool). <br /><br />I may have looked a little bitter riding on my bike back to the apartment - what between the heat and the sharp sunshine and the cars and the asphalt. And I may have looked a little crazy muttering things and raising my eyebrows in occassional facial gestures. I was almost home and away from the major traffic and about to cross the railroads (three of them) once again when the gates went down. Being the law-abiding person that I am, I (stupidly) stopped and waited for the slow, slow, looonnnng train to pass. But hey, I had water and what a great time to take a break. Okay, almost past, just a little further - but then it started to slow down and pretty soon just one last car came to a complete stop in front of me. <br /><br /><br />Mmmm, hmmmm. <br /><br />I biked down to the next crossing I came to, made some motorist mad by cutting him off, and finally, finally made it home. <br /><br />I contemplated filling the tub with cold water and seeing if my imagination would let a little splashing around equal swimming laps ... but ended up just hosing off for a second. Now I'm sitting in a permanent feeling of dampness.<br /><br />August 1 - I'll be there - ready to splash in.<br /><br />You know it must be deliriously hot when I write this often on my blog.k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1152937983346201112006-07-14T21:29:00.001-07:002006-07-15T16:29:19.376-07:00Things I've Learned Recently:1. Red chili peppers have a weird sort of potency. I cut one (from our garden!) up for our dinner yesterday and was careful to wash my hands afterwards. About fifteen minutes later my nose started to burn like I'd been blowing it raw for the past week because of a cold. Then sections of my fingers started to overheat. I had to hold an icecube to the bottom of my nose just to make it through dinner. Three hours after that, my fingers were still on and off again feeling inflamed. Five hours after I cut it up, I licked something off my thumb and tasted HOT CHILI! During the whole evening I must have washed my hands ten - twenty times. The next morning, despite having taken the precaution of using my pinkies (they seemed to be the least affected) to take out and put in my contacts, my eyes still stung strangely and I had to wash them out with contact solution. Then, a full 18 hours after my initial contact with the pepper, my fingers still were heating up and stinging everytime I got them wet. Good grief. Those suckers can just be decorative for all I care - either that, or I'm wearing plastic gloves the next time I attempt to use them for cooking.<br /><br />2. If you'd like to pinpoint any ounce of fat you may have on some part of your body, simply ride an old bus down a road filled with gutters and potholes - I suggest the number 17 that goes down Jefferson St. to downtown. It really is a weird sensation to be jiggling and bouncing around. I almost started giggling on the bus but was able to keep my cool.<br /><br />3. If you'd like your whole body to feel as though it cannot breathe and do not have access to fresh red chili peppers, try jogging at about 11 am on a sunny, hot, and extremely humid day. Results may take twenty minutes to fully activate - but boy, by the end, you'll be wondering if you're going to make it home or if you'll simply be found hours later passed out somewhere along the road, still red in the face and drenched in sweat.<br /><br />4. Lying is a lot easier than I thought. How quickly an emphatic "<span style="font-weight: bold;">yes</span>" comes out of my mouth when I'm asked if I have a boyfriend by the guy sitting next to me on the bus. Not that everyone riding the bus deserves such dismissal ... I guess this is the attitude that has earned me the title of "ice princess" from one bus rider.<br /><br />5. Finally, this isn't a recent discovery, but it pertains to today. If you'd like to save a couple bucks, find a friend or roommate who has always had the desire to cut hair but never the opportunity to enact such a desire and a pair of sharp scissors .... And voila! a beautiful haircut for free! (Thanks, Emily!)k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1152753175722660192006-07-12T17:46:00.000-07:002006-07-12T18:12:55.770-07:00Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety JogI said that recently and one of my roommates said he had never heard anyone actually say that. And now I can't remember what nursery rhyme I got it from...<br /><br />Anyways, my trip home was so good - Alaska does the heart good. My cousin, Kristian, and my new cousin, Kiana's wedding was beautiful - fun and meaningful and just so good. Here is a picture I love from their ceremony with the hippy priest invoking the Trinity:<br /><br />(well, shoot, I can't get it uploaded- MAN.- I'll try later.)<br /><br />And I have some great pictures of Fairbanks (which is near the Artic Circle) at 2 in the morning in June - but my brother still needs to send them to me - as soon as he does, I'll post them (you non-Alaskans will be amazed).<br /><br />The whole week was filled with spending the night at various family member's houses and having coffee with good friends and everything. It climaxed in a great late-birthday party for my mom where we sat out on the back porch and ate delicious ribs and drank wine that I brought back from Hungary two years ago and soaked up the Alaskan sun that had FINALLY come out after nearly a week of partly cloudiness.<br /><br />I am bad at taking pictures (I didn't even bother to bring my camera home with me, knowing that I would essentially just be wasting luggage space) but Alaska is beautiful and I'll put my plug in once and for all: if you ever get the chance to visit, take it.<br /><br /><br />Now I'm back in Kentucky and back in the swing of summer school. And I'm looking forward to moving to Denver, Colorado with my roommates Andrea and Emily and my friend from college, Laura. BUT there is a lot I'm going to miss about ol' Louisville. I have come in contact with such love from people here (you know who you are!) and it makes my heart ache to leave.<br /><br />Well, I'm done. I actually posted. I hope you are all doing well.<br /><br />Oh - and here are the two pictures I actually did take while home of 11:30 pm out our front door in Anchorage - boy, I miss those long days:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/midnight%20sun%201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/midnight%20sun%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/midnight%20sun%202.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/midnight%20sun%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1150081340680239362006-06-11T20:01:00.000-07:002006-06-11T20:02:20.696-07:00EASTERN KENTUCKY(I figure if I at least post the title, maybe I'll eventually write a whole posting ... )k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1148503293235332722006-05-24T13:35:00.000-07:002006-05-24T13:41:33.243-07:00Last Day of School!...except there is always summer school.<br /><br />Graduation for the 8th graders was nice. The local newspaper wrote an article on the school and graduation.... and yeah - I'll finish this post later.k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1148502903114445022006-05-24T13:31:00.000-07:002006-05-24T13:35:03.140-07:00Derby!Pictures will eventually be posted here. It was a beautiful day. My horses did not win. My cat next year (if my roommates still let me get one!) will be named Barbaro after the winning horse (who was the favorite the day of the race and so of course I didn't bet on him). But it makes for a kind of cool cat name - sort of pirate-ish, you know?k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23952086.post-1146798521739124392006-05-04T19:45:00.000-07:002006-05-04T20:08:41.753-07:00For Mary: Dawn at the DownsThis past Wednesday at quarter to 7 in the morning, Emily and Andi and I went to Churchill Downs to see the Derby horses warming up and training and such. We are all going to the Derby this Saturday, but from what we've come to understand, we'll be in the infield which equals not actually being able to see the horses racing (unless you get a spot by the high fence - topped by barbed wire to keep us crazies in the infield, well, in). SO: it was cool to be able to see the horses and pretend that I was sitting in the box seats at the edge of the track.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Gate 1<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/churchill%20downs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/churchill%20downs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Twin Spires<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/churchill%20spires.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/churchill%20spires.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Brother Derek - the favorite (3 to 1) for this year's Derby<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/churchill%20horse%20in%20dawn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/churchill%20horse%20in%20dawn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Coming around the bend<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/HORSE.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/HORSE.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/us%20at%20churchill.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/us%20at%20churchill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/HORSE2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/HORSE2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/us%20at%20churchill%202.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/us%20at%20churchill%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/HORSE3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/HORSE3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/1600/horse%201.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5562/2480/320/horse%201.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></div>k.a.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916461444740047742noreply@blogger.com0