The President's Cabinet

I heard a blogosphere rumor that Obama may put Oprah in his Cabinet.

If I felt that there was any truth to this rumor I might be inclined to spend every waking moment campaigning for McCain.

Do you like Pina Colada Toothpaste?

I went to the dentist today. I walked in and CNN was on the TV. The Hygenist/ Assistant (I'm not sure which) started into a rant about politics. Here was our conversation:

Her "I can't wait for Obama to get elected. I pay too many taxes as it is. Since 2000 my taxes keep going up. And this coutry just keeps getting worse. Oh, and that Palin. I can't believe that "failin Palin." Oh, dear. And she drags her kids all over the country with her. They should be in school."

Me "Well, I am sure the have tutors and what about Obama's Daughters, aren't they on the campaign trail too?"

Her "I know that they are in school right where they are supposed to be. Michelle is with them all the time when he is away."

Me "But she campaigns too.... And I am sure they have nannies."

Her "No, they were only on the campaign trail during the convention and that was at night so they went to school that day. They are in school every day. I know they are. But Palin's kids aren't even in school. And she leaves them in the hotel room alone."

Me "Aren't her daughters 15 and 17? They are old enough to babysit."

She kept ranting and though I wanted to say more I had an epiphany: Sitting in a dentist chair is no place to debate politics with someone who has acess to your mouth and drills. I kept quiet.

Maybe my remarks about her boy Obama are he reason they cleaned my teeth with Pina Colada toothpaste. Yuck.

A girl walks into a book shop

I am mid way through Jane Eyre and I am already dreading the day I finish it. Do you ever get like that whilst reading a great novel? There I am enraptured in the story, and it's over. Though happy I have finished the book, I have to go about finding another book to fall into. Not always an easy task.


Yesterday I went to the used bookstore by my work. I found out they were having a book sale, so I went in. I have had a list in my head of books I really want to read, and I hoped I could find them there. Hoping to walk out with a new title, I proudly carried out five. Two I have been waiting to read, and three that just looked great. Looks like I will have to finish Jane Eyre quickly so I can start another.

Friendly Competition

I just found out there was a competition to get linked on my blog. I'm didn't even know people read my blog.

Why does it hurt to bend over?

A few months ago I had the grand idea to plant tulips outside of our office. I love tulips, they introduce spring so well. For those who don't know, you plant tulips in the fall and then they bloom in the spring. Let me quickly explain that I don't know if I have ever gardened in my life. I have pulled weeds when my Mom made me, but gardening has never been a hobby, in fact I have never been able to keep a house plant alive (apparently they need water occasionally). So, with my lack of knowledge or experience in any gardening I ordered tulips. And daffodils. And Hydrangeas. And Lily's. Total there were around 250 bulbs. Maybe I went a little overboard...

So the bulbs came and my Coworker and I decided today would be a quiet day and we could plant them. I went to the gardening shop to get topsoil and mulch, and also get some advice. The manager said to mix it in to our soil, or we could use a tiller. Since we have no tiller, I told her we would use shovels, she said to invite over friends. Unfortunately I have no friends who weren't either working or enjoy manual labor, so it was up to Olivia and I.

I don't think I have shoveled that much since I was a ski instructor and it snowed FEET at the resort. My office job has not been preparing me for this type of work. We shoveled, mixed, dug holes, covered, transplanted and spread mulch.

I definately grew a new appreciation for my Mom and Grandma's gardens (and the hard work it takes to garden).

If our front yard doesn't look like Holland in the Spring I am not going to be happy.

One Year. No party?

I have now been a working girl for one WHOLE year. Actually the year rang in on the 1st, but I was too busy faxing, emailing and balancing to write a blog about this momentous occasion. One Year! Whoa! This is the longest I have ever been at one consecutive job, and the longest I have lived in one place since high school.

And don't tell my boss, but I'm getting the itch. I generally live with one foot planted in place and the other stepping off to some unknown. I'm trying, really hard, to happily stay put. I like my job. But maybe there is something else, like studying eastern medicine under a Buddhist monk in Tibet, that would really captivate me.

I will be grounded here for a while. I have no plans to leave, and this feels good for now. This job has been a blessing, I have learned a lot, met amazing people and grown. I have gotten to study issues I love and have learned to love some issues. It has been a wonderful year.