Thursday, November 19, 2009

Again, he is just funny

Here is my Boss' latest email about the garbage can (Note these are actual images he is capturing to send to us):

From: Tom XXXXX
To: All
Subject: Although a noble attempt.....

Adding a bag on top of the bag doesn't actually count. The garbage can is still full and will need to be emptied...this does receive a "Positive Effort" award though..

Monday, November 16, 2009


I am home from my dreamy journey with Leonard Cohen. Everyone has been asking me how it went and honestly I feel there are no words to adequately describe just how great and beautiful it was. He was majestic and soothing and everything I knew he would be. I fell just a little bit more in love with him than I was before. Beth and I had a wonderful time. And with the exception of a few flight seating issues it went perfectly. I had purchased the concert tickets months in advance, but was never quite sure where we were to sit because the provided map left little to be desired. I had a guesstimate and they were fare seats. Imagine our surprise when we handed our tickets to the doorman and he walked us to the very front of the concert hall and sat us on the fourth row back. We FREAKED out. We were a mere 20 feet from Mr. Cohen and his sweet humble self the whole night. I was even more surprised to discover that I have never really heard music played as it should be before this concert. I don’t know if it was the hall we were in, or if this was the first time that I experienced an entire band of flawless musicians, but whatever it was I can say now, to hear good music played by talented people in the right atmosphere leaves your mouth on the floor and heart souring in the air. All these concerts later and this was really my first. It was spiritual and healing and lovely. We heard every chord, every crisp strum, it was just amazing. Of course reality shattered me to a wakeful state almost as soon as we re-entered Salt Lake. I am proud to say that I returned to my life kicking my feet and screaming bloody murder into my cell phone. My adolescent protest availed me nothing. I wish I had a couple of pictures to throw up here, but I was scared that if I brought my camera they would take it away. Beth, however was more brave than I (as usual) and got a lot of pictures and even some video, thank goodness. It couldn’t have been better…well I did spill Beth’s $10.00 glass of wine in her lap at one point, but I was hardly the one to suffer from this incident. This was a Major item on the ol’ bucket list and now I can successfully place a check mark next to the name Leonard Cohen.

Ahhh people who understand

Monday, November 9, 2009

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
-Leonard Cohen

3 Days Left people!

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

The Dream Wreaker

My X boyfriend is like a curse that will never let up! I broke up with him two years ago and I am still being called by him, at work no less, to be whispered sweet nothings that make me throw up a little bit in my mouth. And that is not the worst part. I SWEAR every time he calls (monthly/semi-monthly) the rest of the day is cursed. All current dreams for my future seem to be destroyed. What ever I am working on for my life seems to be annihilated. Its like the fates of X boyfriends past telling me that I will never really get away and find the happiness I seek. Well, at least when he finally flips out and murders me (because he is psycho like that), he will no longer be able to be the wreaker and destroyer of all my small dreams.

”I have been away so long that disappearing is how I become noticeable.”
-Leonard Cohen