The ‘Do and the New

Okay, thanks to so many requests, here’s a photo of my new ‘do. What’s with you people wanting to see pictures of my hair?  Though not as dramatic as ways I’ve had it cut in the past, it is a little bit blonder than it has been in a long time. After all, blonds supposedly have more fun.

summer 'do

I took yesterday as a “sick day” for my routine dentist appointment, using a few of the many hours I have accumulated over the past three years working at the college. I must say it was one of the better sick days I’ve had.  A clean bill of health was reported on my chompers and my 26 year old cavity-free mouth is still going strong. Following my dentist appointment I went grocery shopping, returned home for lunch and watched a re-run of Jeopardy followed by Everyday Italian with Giada DeLaurentiis, indulged in a brief nap, and then went to visit my friend Sarah and her 4 week old baby Luke. It was the first time I was able to hold him and was surprised how tired my arm got after a few minutes of holding this sleeping bundle of joy. Speaking of babies, I saw two baby raccoons along my road on my way to town yesterday afternoon, which I had never seen before. Last night I also found out that my cousin Tracey & husband Rick gave birth to their son Greyson. Welcome to our world!

Yesterday evening found me eating dinner with my friend Teresa. It’s been a long time since we had been able to meet and catch up on each others lives, so we had a great time eating and talking for a good three hours. I ordered the macadamian mahi served on balsamic vinaigrette tossed spinach and topped with pineapple mango salsa. It was so incredibly good! During the course of our conversation we discovered how much we both enjoy cooking and watching the Food Network. Teresa often gets to travel with her job and in February was in Las Vegas where she ate dinner at one of Bobby Flay’s restaurants. It just so happened that while she and her friend were eating dinner, Iron Chef Flay was also at his restaurant. Teresa was able to meet him and even get her picture taken with him! So cool.

News: I have made my decision in choosing University of Missouri – Columbia as my destination for graduate school! The assistantship money I had been waiting on from SIUE hasn’t presented itself, and though it may in the weeks ahead, I don’t want to wait that long to make my decision or have to finagle with out of state tutition fees and such. Besides, my gut instinct has felt better about MU from the get-go. Now I need to figure out details of when my last day of work will be, where to live, when to move, etc. Despite all that I don’t know, I do feel a peace that this is where I’m supposed to be. I now look forward to living closer to several of you, my mid-Missouri dwelling friends, and becoming a Mizzou tiger. Grrr.


The End of an Era

Travel with me down memory lane if you will. The above pictured sock
and its mate were ones I purchased my junior year of college. The night
before I was going to christen them, Sally and I invited some friends of the male persuasion over during visitation – namely Aarik, Brian, and Matt.
(Note that the visitation I speak of refers to boys coming to our all girls dorm and not the prison variety or the
Frank Peretti novel…both of which are far more scary. But I digress.)
It was always a treat to have some of our favorite boys over and this night was no
exception. At some point during the evening I mentioned my new socks,
since it’s one of my favorite clothing accessories, and shortly after
this conversation had to leave the dorm and thus left my capable
roommate to entertain our guests. When I returned later that night I
found a jar of peanut butter, package of crackers, and butter knife
tucked inside my pillow case. Aarik’s thoughts differ from mine in how
we define a midnight snack and I thought this little surprise was the
only one the boys left in my absence. However, the next morning as I
was getting ready for class in the dark, trying to be a thoughtful
roommate as Sally slept, I reached into my sock drawer for my new
rainbow colored socks and sadly discovered that all my socks had been
rematched with a different partner. Every. Single. Pair. My rainbow
sock now was matched with Tigger, my music sock with Elmo,…you get
the idea. Needless to say it took me a while to find what I was looking
for, and have since worn these socks numerous times. Sadly, yesterday
evening, they reached the final threshold and the heel gave way. It’s the end of an era.

In keeping with the self-portrait theme, my Art Pick for the Week is Norman Rockwell’s Triple Self-Portrait.  Notice
that he’s referencing the self-portraits of others, such as Van Gogh.
He hasn’t yet shown himself wearing glasses and his work space is
cluttered with comfortable things; things I associate as being signs of
life. Whether depicting childhood innocence, family togetherness, or
patriotism for our country, Rockwell was king of portraying an
idealistic view of life. I can’t help but imagine what it would have
been like to have received a copy of The Saturday Evening Post in
the mid 1900s when his illustrations so often graced the cover. There
is such warmth which radiates from his works; often making me wish I
could fall into his illustrated world. Rockwell wrote, “The view of
life I communicate in my pictures, excludes the sorid and ugly. I paint
life as I would like it to be.” His desire indeed shows a more simple
way of life, like what you would expect to find in Mayberry or Mitford.

Thanks to socks, memories of friends, and heart warming illustrations, my Thursday feels a whole lot brighter.