*Sigh.* My boys had their chance to pull out a win, and they didn't/couldn't. The crowd on Franklin Street isn't too happy right now; neither am I.
Maybe next year.
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Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
4.05.2008
4.03.2008
Taking applications . . .
Yes, I'm officially taking applications for anyone who wants to completely pamper me for not a damn thing in return, because it appears the only day that I will leave work before 7 p.m. this week is tomorrow - and it's because I'm going to get my hair done. And I'll probably go in sometime this weekend because I'm leaving before 7 p.m. tomorrow. (Just can't afford the no-show fee at the salon without the actual do, you see.) *Sigh.*
On the list:
- Chocolate covered strawberries (Godiva, preferably)
- A pedicure and a manicure at Deja Vu and then a visit to the fine people at Kneaded Energy (and since this is a real wish list, in a limo, so I can nap on the way home, instead of pay attention).
- Dinner and wine; in, not out. I've got no energy for out right now. And, no, I'm not the one cooking. I'll be the one sitting on the couch, sipping wine, snacking on bruschetta, watching some chick flick.
- Stargazer lilies.
- A cleaning service, to vacuum the house and mop the kitchen.
- A Friendly Center gift certificate, so I can spend the money I want to spend (but am not) on shiny stuff later.
C'est tout. Applications are due in 5 minutes.
On the list:
- Chocolate covered strawberries (Godiva, preferably)
- A pedicure and a manicure at Deja Vu and then a visit to the fine people at Kneaded Energy (and since this is a real wish list, in a limo, so I can nap on the way home, instead of pay attention).
- Dinner and wine; in, not out. I've got no energy for out right now. And, no, I'm not the one cooking. I'll be the one sitting on the couch, sipping wine, snacking on bruschetta, watching some chick flick.
- Stargazer lilies.
- A cleaning service, to vacuum the house and mop the kitchen.
- A Friendly Center gift certificate, so I can spend the money I want to spend (but am not) on shiny stuff later.
C'est tout. Applications are due in 5 minutes.
2.21.2008
C'est la vie
$1191. Round-trip. GSO to CDG. Tomorrow. Seven days, at least.
*Sigh.* I wish.
I was there, once. The weather was horrible and the company wasn't any better. But the cheese and the coffee and the wine and the crepes and the gardens and the morning market that I so wanted to shop and the Metro and the flowers and the cobblestones and actually being able to understand some of the language. And the Seine and the art.
And mass in Notre Dame in a language I'm not yet fluent in, but with recognizable traditions that made me feel at home, nonetheless. And the Eiffel Tower at night, sparkling like a glass of champagne with a spotlight on it, so that all the bubbles danced and reflected the light in a million directions.
An American in Paris earlier this week did it, I think. 'Course, watching Sabrina didn't help much.
J'adore le Paris, mais je n'ai pas l'argent pour les vacances. Peut-etre un jour. C'est la vie.
*Sigh.* I wish.
I was there, once. The weather was horrible and the company wasn't any better. But the cheese and the coffee and the wine and the crepes and the gardens and the morning market that I so wanted to shop and the Metro and the flowers and the cobblestones and actually being able to understand some of the language. And the Seine and the art.
And mass in Notre Dame in a language I'm not yet fluent in, but with recognizable traditions that made me feel at home, nonetheless. And the Eiffel Tower at night, sparkling like a glass of champagne with a spotlight on it, so that all the bubbles danced and reflected the light in a million directions.
An American in Paris earlier this week did it, I think. 'Course, watching Sabrina didn't help much.
J'adore le Paris, mais je n'ai pas l'argent pour les vacances. Peut-etre un jour. C'est la vie.
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