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February 23, 2006

Summit Avenue Zen

Filed under: Around Town — Tags: , , , , — denise @ 2:33 am

Summit Ave Zen

On my way to work this morning, after dropping the kid off at the program, I came up Summit Ave in Saint Paul – home of some of the oldest, biggest historical monstrosities/home/stadium houses around.

The sun was out.  People were walking their Scotties that had matching plaid sweaters. I had drive 105 on and Rancid’s “Time Bomb” came on…. and I’m bopping around singing and chugging a Starbucks frapp…

Black coat! White shoes! Black hat! Cadillac!

The boy’s a time booooomb!

I noticed that many of these large columned, 75 room homes are now breaking out into apartments and condos – and I have to wonder if that is sad or not?

But then Jane’s Addiction comes on and I’m lost in the desire to mosh by myself while traveling at the requested 30 miles an hour through historic St Paul….

Another person jogged by. Also with pet with sweater.  I don’t think I’ve even bought Peter a sweater this year……

Then this cool bluegrass rockabilly song comes on –

“Who knows if I’ll see you again? Time is going to save our souls….”

And get this – it’s by The Black Rebel Motorcycle Club- which is a KILLER name….. (the song is called “Shuffle your feet”)

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Sweet.

February 20, 2006

My elevator is better than your elevator.

Filed under: Life — denise @ 2:31 am

Today has been pretty good so far.

It hasn’t been HOT-DIGGITY or even SHAZAM… but pretty good.

+: Got to wake up late because we had a family appt at 10am.

-:  Kory didn’t notice that I was wearing a cool stripey wine-colored skirt with black tights and I had to point it out – and then he said  that he couldn’t see it because my coat was so long (um, WHAT?)  and then he said he noticed but forgot to say how beautiful I looked which was a totally unfair and sweet maneuver.

+:  We stopped at Cafe Latte on the way home. My heart beats an extra few times just thinking about that place…. I got the spreads sampler, which is heaven on earth. A big crusty loaf of baguette, cut into slices… A big pile of tomatos and slices of hot-house cukes and a mound of bean sprouts and then 3 scoops of your choice of the best spreads around.  I got Sonoma Basil, Cashew Curry and Spring Shimp…. ahhh…. I can’t explain it, but seriously, the world is just a teensy bit better to inhabit today – all because of that.

-: Work was sort of a disaster. I had to go to a very contentious meeting RIGHT when I got to work that I hadn’t been invited to. It was a meeting in which no one thought they were supposed to be responsible for doing anything.  Those are fun.

+:  I’m going to the Mall of America after work. I am going to Mix It Up to make us a bunch of meals for the next few weeks… I might also go to Sephora…. that gift certificate is BURNING A HOLE IN MY SOUL…. must… buy… make up………

+:  A guy is coming to assess our home for housecleaning services tonight…. and I don’t have to be there… ahhh….  my plan is to take whatever deal Kory works out with them and DOUBLE it.  Every two weeks? NAY!  Weekly cleaning! Twice a week!  Do you have a “move in with us and clean every day” plan?

But best of all………………….

Today, the elevator offered me a low interest mortgage.  No, I’m serious. No, you get out of town!

Got on the ‘vater and began my decent down from the 12th floor when the red phone light came on and a loud ringing filled the elevator.  I thought it was about to get stuck between floors and had a fun little nano-panic-attack and then a voice picked up…

“Hi, this is Dave.  You will be pleased to hear that you have been pre-selected to qualify for one of the lowest mortgage interest rates in the Twin Cities, right now….”

All I know is, if you can find my ass in an elevator to tell me about your interest rates, I am im-freaking-pressed, man.

February 14, 2006

I miss the shoebox.

Filed under: Love — Tags: , — denise @ 2:27 am

I miss the shoebox.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the beautiful flowers Kory sent me.

They are gerbera daisies – which are my favorite.

It looks almost exactly like this:

And I wore my pink sweater today.  And I gave Peter and Kory their valentines prizes (Soundtrack for Underworld II for Peter and the 1st season of Scrubs for Kory).  I came in to work and got the little cards and candies from work people (notable exception: my friend Tanya out of NOWHERE brought me this beautiful bauble (yes, it’s a bauble) and some delicious pear-tasting chapstick called “Hot & Flashy”, which 9 kinds of cool….)

And maybe it’s because it’s been ice/sleeting all day and I’ve been listening to to tick, tick, tick on my window everytime the wind kicks up….  Maybe it’s because I’m really tired…. but I’ve been thinking today about how much I loved Valentines Day when I was a kid….

Bringing in that old shoebox and cutting a hole in the top… decorating it with pink and red and white construction paper and pipecleaners and paper doilies.  Reading EACH card with anticipation and searching for that EXTRA meaning in the Batman valentine from the boy you have a crush on.

“Valentine, I go batty for you!”

WHAT?!!  ME?!!!  You go BATTY FOR ME?!!!!!

:::: swoon::::

The way I’d read each one to make sure I was giving the best one I could to each person.  The one that would mean the most and express (yes) that little extra meaning without being, you know, OVERT about it.

“Be mine, or I’ll punch you on the playground.”

“I hope you like me because I like you and as soon as I think you like me I will never talk to you again and will whisper about you to my friends and maybe include your name when I do that fortune thing where you write MASH (mansion, apartment, shack, house) for where you will live at the top and you pick the boys names and the car you’ll drive and number of kids you’ll have and you probably don’t know what this is because only girls did it, but anyway, be my valentine”

Maybe I’ll make one next year and make people give me valentines…..

Anyway, I got a poem from my husband and Monte even called me up and wished me a Happy Valentines Day – both of which were surprising and completely sweet.

Peter and Kory are going to pick up dinner — and I bet the perfume that I’ve been wanting will be waiting for me tonight….

On second thought, keep your stupid shoebox.

I have it pretty damn good.

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