Monday, December 31, 2007
1. Go at least one day a month without t.v. It's bound to happen on its own due to blackout or something.
2. Read constantly. No worries there.
3. Blog post regularly. "Regularly" is a wonderfully loose term.
4. Gain weight. Yes, gain. That should be easy with a little person taking up the middle of my body.
5. Travel home, at least once. Better do this before I get too big.
6. Hug my children and husband.
7. Decide on a career path. A whole year to decide should be enough.
8. Buy new clothes. Unavoidable anyway due to expanding belly.
9. Spend time with friends. Easy, since I have some of the best friends in the world, nay, the universe.
10. And finally, not because ten is all I have but because it's a good number to end with, I will use more lotion and sunblock. Any amount of increase will easily top my previous efforts.
So, there you have it. Ten resolutions that should be easy to keep and achieve with minimal effort or change. Sounds good to me. Good luck with yours.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Christmas Eve will be spent at my brother-in-law's house, having dinner and enjoying their company. Christmas Day will be quietly enjoyed at home, unwrapping presents and eating yummy food. We've only spent one other Christmas at home, by ourselves, and it was really calm and nice to not have to rush off anywhere. Of course, I wanted us to go home to NM and spend it with my family, but we decided we would stay here this year. As long as I have H and the kids, I'm happy.
New Year's Eve has no big plans for us yet. We've usually visited the same brother-in-law's house to set off fireworks and eat yummy food provided by my sis-in-law. We have enough fireworks left over from July 4th to entertain the kids.
So, other than these tentative celebrations, we will be relaxing, enjoying the calm, and maybe sneaking in a bit of cleaning too...maybe. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. May God bless you in the new year with what you need and even what you want.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Sunday, December 09, 2007
5 Things I was doing 10 years ago:
1. Counting down the days until I got my tattoo, though I didn't get the one I planned on.
2. Meeting the guy I would date for the next two years.
3. Trying to stay out of trouble in a small town. Harder than you think.
4. Raising my son. Yeah, I started early.
5. Working in a pool hall. Job was fine, boss sucked.
5 Things on my To-Do List today:
1. Go to church.
2. Do laundry.
3. Rest before work starts again.
4. Fiddle around online.
5. Not much else.
5 Things I would do if I were a millionaire:
1. Pay off all our debts. I know, boring...but it would sure make me feel good.
2. Move to a nicer neighborhood, near the kids' school.
3. Get my masters degree, continuing with English Lit.
4. Buy new furniture...for every room.
5. Help family.
5 Things I’ll never wear again (or have never worn):
1. leg warmers...not sure I ever wore them, but they seem a bit pointless.
2. side ponytail...with large barrettes.
3. rolled socks. Yeah, I did that one, but in my defense, I was in elementary school.
5. blue jean jacket...especially ones that have been bedazzled.
5 Favorite Toys:
1. cell phone...basically essential.
2. laptop...'nuff said.
3. books...never leave home without one.
4. my benz...when something isn't broken on it.
5. hair tools...what? I have a lot of hair.
Friday, December 07, 2007
If you have not read this series, you simply MUST! The first book is "Twilight" and it was hard to put down for even a few minutes. What are you doing?! Go! Buy it now! And thank me later.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
I just wanted to do a quick post, say hello, let you know I'm alive, and hope to post more soon. But I just couldn't let down my Mama P and not post a YouTube video or two. So, this one's for you...a couple of classics.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
After dinner, I made a fire in the living room and we watched "Blades of Glory", slowly saying goodbye to everyone. All four of us ended up passed out on the living room couch and floor, waking up at 3 a.m. to tuck the kids in and trudge to bed. The house is chaos this morning, a sign that fun was had by all (hee hee, Trippy). I would post pics of the aftermath, but I'm not that crazy. But I will go get dressed (yes, I'm still not dressed), clean up, and stuff myself silly with leftovers while thinking about just how fortunate I am to live the life I live, in the country I love, with my family that I adore, and to have enough work to pay for the bills that help keep us warm and fed. God bless you and yours.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
So, why am I not in bed, you ask? Because a thought occurred to me and, of course, I had to share. I was thinking about how much of a toll all these late nights probably take on my body and realized something. When I am looking back on my life and trying to figure out where my youthfulness was spent, I will remember very late nights; writing English essays, cramming literature information into my brain, sewing/painting/inventing Halloween costumes, and decorating and hand-writing more than thirty birthday party invitations for the next day. Why? Because I get a smile from it, a thank you. And you know what? Though I might often wake up tired, have a darker shade under my eyes, or even gain a wrinkle or two........I LOVE EVERY FREAKIN MOMENT OF IT!
Monday, November 19, 2007
I remember being in elementary school and knowing that just because a certain girl is my friend on Friday doesn't guarantee that she'll like me on Monday. Girls are finicky and emotional, not always constant. Unfortunately, Mister is experiencing the same thing. After H dropped off the kids at school this morning, he informed me that Legs was in front of the school with another girl and seemed to purposely avoid Mister by putting up her hood and not looking his way. This breaks my heart. I know what a sweet, tenderhearted kid he is (no, it's not just because I'm biased). I briefly felt upset toward Legs, but soon remembered that that's how it is at this age. As in times before, whatever the problem is, it will blow over and they'll be hanging out again in a week. When this happens, all I can do is make sure he knows that things will be fine and encourage him to hang out with others until this blows over. I wish I could tell him what I figured out pretty early in elementary school. Having grown up with my brother, I had a low tolerance for girly moodiness and silly games. So, if they decided I wasn't going to be their friend that day, I just moved on to play with someone else. By doing that, I weeded out a lot of drama from my life and found some real friends.
While I know this will take care of itself, it does make me realize though that, if they remain friends, it will only get more complicated with age and hormones. Heaven help us.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
"It's probably the stupidest thing I've done financially, but I truly believe in it."
I think that is truly amazing, especially because he is a man that has earned every cent through hard work; herding, ranching, selling horses, auctioneering, and shoeing. They rely a lot on the kindness of those they meet along their journey. They have been given food, shelter, and, I'm sure, some great stories to write about in their planned book. It's truly an amazing story and I can't wait for their book to be published. There will also be a filmed documentary produced. If you want to learn more about them and their journey, you can check out their website, Uncovering America by Horseback. Currently, it's running a little slow due to the media coverage, but I'm sure it will back to normal soon.
Bill shares that they've been through many extremes; freezing to scalding temperatures, water shortages, and rugged terrain. However, he's quick to point out, "I haven't run into any bad people." That makes me proud to be a part of this country.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
to this:Ok, I know it's not the librarians. It's the city/county that wants their money. I think my highest library fine to date was around $80, and that was after they cut me a discount. That was when our family banned checking out movies and music from the library. Books only. Over due DVDs were costing us a dollar a day and CDs were 50 cents a day. And that can really add up fast.
Seriously though, I LOVE libraries! Like bookstores, I could spend an entire day just casually perusing the shelves, reading leisurely, and reluctantly tearing myself away at closing time. However, bookstores have one slight advantage over the library...deep cushion arm chairs. Sure, the library is free and your not pushing your credit card limit when you take home 20 books (unless you return them late), but nothing beats a comfy chair when reading. I know, some libraries have this luxury, but not many. I believe my ideal home library would have a wall, or two, covered in books, large and small, paper and hardback, from floor to ceiling. It would have two deep armchairs and at least one down-filled couch with supple pillows and throws. And all of this would, of course, be surrounded around a large, roaring fireplace and there would be just enough sunlight streaming through the heavy drapes to illuminate the pages of my book and warm the room when I doze off. Oh, to dream.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Bad news: I had to decline the offer because I was stuck in, er, I mean, substituting a 6th grade class full of the most talkative, wild kids I've had the (dis)pleasure of teaching since a group of kindergarteners a while back.
I was sooo tired at the end of the day, counting down the minutes until the bell rang, and saying to myself that THIS is the reason I haven't decided on going into teaching yet. I'm pretty sure I won't be seeing the insides of that classroom again anytime soon. Don't get me wrong, the kids were good kids, individually. But, get more than two together in the same room, and you have chaos. I'm really glad that I don't teach tomorrow.
So, tomorrow night, I'm meeting up with 3 of the other 4 LonDolls to go see "The Jane Austen Book Club" at the theater. I haven't seen two of them in a few weeks, so it should be great. Saturday, the kids are going to attend a church activity and then have some friends over to play. And, of course, Sunday is church. I'm hoping for a nice, relaxing weekend. Think it'll happen?
Friday, November 02, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
H and Heather Graham. We were pretty sweaty from the concert.
As if all of that wasn't awesome enough, the second half of the convention was kicked off with a concert by Smash Mouth. H, Mody, and I got to attend. The audience was only about 300 people, very intimate and they really rocked. I even got to go up on stage once with some others and dance. They played all their hits and more, and then they played some Van Halen, which H loved. After the concert, we hung around and chatted with some other convention-goers. As we were heading out the back, we saw a few people going into a backstage area. We decided to check it out, figuring that that was where the band might be, and that there was a chance we'd get turned down anyway, so why not try. We walked and and were waved in and told to go right ahead. The guy pointed us to the sectioned off area where the band was hanging out. We got to chat with them for a long time, take some pics, and get to know them a bit. It was pretty great. Steve Harwell, the lead singer, was chatting with H about how he's going to start in racing. Paul DeLisle, the bass guitarist, was telling us how he just bought a house. It was just like hanging with friends. It was awesome. Right after we left, Mody and I started trying to call everyone we knew to tell them that we just met Smash Mouth.
Mody asked me if all of the speakers were getting me motivated to sell for BookWise. I told her that it has all actually motivated me to start writing again, to really devote myself to it. Through these speakers, I can see that it is a very doable, possible thing to write, get better, and publish my work. Marc Brown started out writing Arthur stories doing nothing different than what I have done numerous times,...making up bedtime stories for my kids. I even remembered one story in particular that I came up with a long time ago that I thought was a really good one. It has all really got me thinking about it again.
Paul DeLisle (bass), Me, Mody, and Greg Camp(guitar).
H, Me, STEVE HARWELL, and Mody.
So, that was Thursday and Friday of the weekend. Stay tuned for more of the weekend. Have I peaked your interest in BookWise at all? Check them out. They say that next year's convention will be even bigger and better.
Monday, October 15, 2007
This was the first year that the kids actually de-gutted the pumpkin by themselves. Mister actually prepped and carved his pumpkin also by himself, the one on the right. Tiny needed some help, but she did very well on her own too. Nothing like carving pumpkins to get you in the mood for fall.
Monday, October 08, 2007
I would love for you to check out my website and browse the catalog to find your next book purchase. If you would like to know more about the company and this great business opportunity, contact me or check out the BookWise website.
In addition to this good news, I will be posting about my new career and featuring the great books that I am offering on a new blog, BookWise and Loving It. I hope you will visit it and enjoy.
Friday, September 28, 2007
We had to get out and do something and ended up at the dollar theater. We did a double feature of The Simpsons Movie and Transformers. This is like the third time I've seen Transformers and it just gets better every time. It's one I will definitely be buying when it comes out. The Simpsons Movie was good, enjoyable. (I know. High praise, huh?)
This week was season premiere week for television. The three shows I made sure to watch were Heroes, Ugly Betty, and CSI (the original). The one that I was most impressed with was Ugly Betty. Last season's cliffhanger left you wondering if Betty's sister's fiancee had been killed in a holdup. The season opened with it showing him injured, but mending. The sister and he spend the whole episode holed up in the house and spending every minute sharing how grateful they were and how much they loved each other. It was really touching and made you feel great that he survived. He convinces her that they really should leave the room and get back to life, no matter how dangerous and unsure it is. Then, it next shows Betty's sister sitting on the bed, clutching her pillow,.....alone. He had died after all. The whole day that they spent together was actually in her own mind, she was dealing with the pain of losing him. It was such a stunner. I was shocked and sad. But it was all done so perfectly too. That show is a winner for a reason.
So, other than my tv addiction, I am looking for more permanent full-time work. I have an exam for an USPS job next Saturday morning. I am also building my resume to apply to 2 or 3 different jobs. If I work more, we can hopefully get some of our debts taken care of. With the kids both in school full-time and them being older now, there's few reasons for me to not work more. I just hope I can find something good that pays decent.
The kids are doing fine. Mister has taken up cello for the school orchestra. Tiny wants to participate in a program where little girls will cheer with local high school cheerleaders during a football game half-time show. And they both want to take part in a play with a youth acting group. So, that should keep them busy for a while.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
1. Subbing for elementary grades is a lot like actual teaching.
2. Subbing for junior high and high school is a lot like babysitting.
3. When an elementary student hears "substitute", they think "fun, new person."
4. When a jr. high or hs student hears "substitute", they think (and sometimes shout) "yay, we don't have to do any work today and get to chat at horrendous volumes."
Yeah, can you tell which one I'm leaning toward as my preferred substituting grade level??? Goodnight...I'm tired.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
News flash: I am currently without my wedding ring. No, H didn't run off with Heidi Klum (good news for Seal...and me too). No, I took my rings in last Thursday while out window shopping. I needed them cleaned desperately (hasn't been done in about 8 years), sized down a little and soldered together (so they would stop sliding around). The jeweler told me he might have them done the next day, Monday at the latest. Well, it's Monday, so I called and another jeweler at the store let me know they wouldn't be there until after 7pm. Granted, this is still a lot faster than most jewelers that will send it away for 2 weeks, but I miss my rings terribly. In 8 years of marriage, I have not been without them this long. My finger feels naked. To compensate for the lack of bling (and to ward off any unwelcome suitors...yeah, right), I have been wearing a cheap, yet super sparkly, fun ring from Claire's. But, it just doesn't compare. I'll have to post a pic of the new-ish and improved ring when I get it back. I'm very proud of it. It's an emerald cut diamond set in a white gold band with a complimentary band. I loved it the moment I saw it. I knew it was for me. You'll see what I mean. The best part...NO ONE has a ring like mine. It's simple and beautiful.
Well, that's all for now folks. Hope you have a great day.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
The fair...I volunteered to help out with Mister's class trip and really enjoyed it. I got some good kids in my group and we covered almost every exhibit. They weren't allowed on the rides, for which I was thankful. I had promised Tiny that I would bring her back some cotton candy. But, no matter where I looked,.....NO COTTON CANDY. What kind of fair doesn't have cotton candy. Weird. Knowledge I gained from this trip, pigs are the stinkiest animals there are...even when they're clean.
H and I have been watching the show "No Reservations" on the Travel Channel lately. The host of the show travels to different parts of the world and tries as many of the local cuisines as possible, no matter how bizarre. I've seen him try a drink processed with human spit (and I know someone who's actually done the same thing...he wasn't impressed). In South America, we went to a large meat roast in a cattle community and had his fill of rare steaks. He then made the mistake of visiting the ranch after eating and watched a bull be castrated. The meat in his stomach didn't sit so well afterwards. I eat meat, not a lot, but I do. I can appreciate that an animal's life was taken for me to have that meat. I have a simple understanding of how they are killed, processed, and prepared. But my bottom line is...I don't want to be intricately educated in how what I am eating was once living, and the process that has brought it to me lifeless and ready to consume. I'm a bit weird in the fact that I have a problem eating some meats and not others. Chicken, I usually pass when it still looks like the body part it came from (wings, legs, etc). But if it's chopped up in pieces or compressed into a patty, I'm fine. Hooves, snouts, toes...there's no way. Even if they are pickled, I will not try them. However, when they are ground up and combined into an unrecognizable food item, such as chorizo or bologna, I can eat them just fine, as long as I don't think about it too much or look at the ingredients. Like I said, I'm weird. Hope none of this offended anyone, but it's my life, my blog, and my palette. Thanks for reading though.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Monday, September 03, 2007
So, as I said, we went for a hike today. We headed for a waterfall that H and Tiny have visited before. It was really worth the hike, but I have to say that climbing some steep hills and rocks does not bode well with a fear of heights. H and the kids made it up above the waterfall by scaling a really steep, loose dirt path. I know my limits and that was it. I waited for them. But the waterfall was awesome. It came from above, fell through an opening, and down into a cave. The rushing water emitted a cool spray that was nice on such a hot day. We took a few pics and enjoyed the atmosphere. Then we headed back down, driving the scenic route. I told H during the drive that I loved living here. I love driving up the mountains on a hot day to cool off. I love when the leaves turn in the fall and I love to watch the kids snowboard down the slopes. I think we'll be here for a while. I hope your Labor Day was as enjoyable.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
I'm trying to organize one last LonDolls get-together before Hobby heads back to Denver to finish up school in about a week. With three of the girls back in school, Nobby being a newlywed, and two of them working, it's proving more difficult to organize our outings.
In my reading pile, I have the following:
Bringing Tuscany Home by Frances Mayes (you may know her from Under the Tuscan Sun)
It's about her experiences in Tuscany, the food, the people, and the way it has all changed her life. Very engrossing.
Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen (for the second time)
Better Homes and Gardens: New Decorating Book (I like to look for new ideas and tips)
Those are a few of the many I am currently perusing. I am also loving the piano solo radio channel on itunes. It's very calming and beautiful.
As for movies, we've recently seen:
The Astronaut Farmer with Billy Bob Thornton and Virginia Madsen. This is a great family movie, inspiring and surprisingly good. I found myself really wrapped up in the main character and his strong belief in fulfilling his dream of going into space. Definitely a good rent.
Shooter with Mark Wahlberg. I rented this because it sounded like a good thriller along the lines of Bourne. The first 3/4 of the movie seemed to meet my expectation, and then it went down another road, like a Chuck Norris/Steven Seagal vengeance story. It has a lot of action, too much violence for young viewers, and would definitely please the male viewer. I probably wouldn't watch it again.
Well, my full day of work is catching up to me and I think I will have a slice of dessert and then head to bed. Goodnight.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Today was pretty uneventful, minus the power outtage. While the kids and I were eating breakfast, we heard a loud boom and all the power went out. I looked outside to see our powerlines bouncing up and down. On the corner of our street, there are construction guys tearing up a lot to resell. While they were removing an old tree, it fell and hit a low-lying powerline and took down the whole pole. Thankfully, no one was hurt and the power was only out for about a half hour. Other than that, we had a late picnic in the park and browsed around Barnes and Noble until closing time. Mister is very much into the Dinotopia books now and I will need to be ordering more of those soon.
The fall semester started today (er, yesterday). I listened to Mody and Trippy telling me about their new, super-busy semester classes and was about to gloat that I wasn't in school and didn't have to worry about classes and homework, but then I realized that I would love to be in their shoes right now. I miss school, reading texts, having class discussions, and learning. Grad schools seems so far away. The kids start school next week and they are really excited. When they are gone, I really won't know what to do with myself. Maybe I'll keep working on the house some more. Well, that's all for now. Maybe I'll try sleeping again. Goodnight/morning.
Friday, August 10, 2007
And sometimes, I just want to see old, familiar faces. I want to surprise Jen in Maine and squeeze the cheeks of the two little boys that are filling her with such love everyday. I want to walk on the beaches in her pictures, hard stones under my feet and the cool ocean air spraying against my body. I imagine the streets to be filled with rows of small shops with lighthouses painted on their windows and antiques hiding on their shelves. I would stay up until dawn, curled up on a sofa and talking with her over every detail of our full lives, of her happiness and maybe how I can soak up enough of it to take home to see me through the sad days that sometimes come. Her smile and kind voice would be a refresher to my soul and I would leave with, I hope, a portion of her contentment to bless my mind.
When my mind and heart start to wander to far away places and then begin to urge my body to do the same, it is hard to suppress the longing in my soul. It wants to see, to do, to feel. It wants to fill my eyes with wonderous sights, my ears with laughter and my heart with wonderful memories that I can take out every once in a while, dust off, and relive in my mind. I want to see my son sneak his fingers over the side of the gondola in Venice and shiver at its cold. I want to see my daughter stand in front of the statue of Lincoln at his memorial, read his words and to know that she has taken them to heart. I want to hold the hand of my husband while we wander the cities, observing every architectural detail and never being able to fully convince our minds that we are exactly where our hearts wanted to lead us.
Monday, August 06, 2007
What else has occupied my time lately? Well, tonight I babysat for a friend while they had a quiet evening at home for their anniversary. I was shocked to see this friend drop off the kids herself, considering she just gave birth four days ago. I remember not wanting to get off our couch for at least two weeks after Tiny was born. She's pretty amazing. Last week, I was busy cleaning house because I am trying to get rid of unwanted items and I was also having company over for dinner on Friday. The dinner went wonderfully. There was great conversation, a lot of laughter, and good food. Saturday morning, I helped a friend from church put a new roof on his temporary tool shed. He is preparing to build a new house and has been looking for some help. I figured that this would be my best opportunity to learn about home building and repairs, so I volunteered. It was a lot of very hard work, but I really enjoyed it and got to know him a lot better than I would have just seeing him at church. I'm hoping to learn a lot from him that I can use around our house.
So, we are pretty much just hanging out, cleaning house, and waiting for school to start. I am looking into grad programs more and am leaning toward going straight for my Masters of English. There is a competitive assistantship at my university. If you are accepted, you get to teach up to 3 or 4 classes in two semesters, you receive a nice stipend and a full tuition waiver. How sweet is that!? GPA-wise, I am at the lower end of the requirement, but that is no reason to not try. Also, the program requires 10 courses and a 6-hour comprehensive exam for the degree. When I am done, I can teach at community and branch colleges (most universities have large pools of Ph.Ds to choose from, so, usually, you need one to teach at that level). I get pretty excited when I look at the classes, so that's a pretty good sign of my interest.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
I just wanted to share this beautiful post by Heather, who is fighting cancer, and is an inspiration to anyone that reads her blog. I have been pondering my mortality quite often lately. No worries...it's not for any specific reasons such as illness. I think it's just from being another year older and having two small children. I sometimes worry that if I were to leave this life soon, that they will all be okay and that they know how much I love them and that I have taught them the things I want them to know. I try to not dwell on these things long, but I am very realistic with myself that nobody knows when their time will come. It could be days or decades. But Heather's posting pointed out something that touched my heart.
"The worst that can happen is the best that can happen. Christians know the truth of that statement. For surely the worst that can happen is that we die- and that’s actually the best that can happen because we know that we don’t go from life to death. As singer Kathy Troccoli says so emphatically, when we die we go from life to LIFE! We sigh out that last earthly breath and breathe in the glorious atmosphere of heaven!"
-Plant a Geranium in your Cranium, Barbara Johnson
And, like Heather, I am certainly looking forward to many more years, to seeing my children grow and continue being the wonderful spirits they are. I want to see them marry well, hold their children, and see H's eyes light up when they visit. I hope that God will grant me these blessings. I am amazed when someone with so much on her mind and heart, like Heather, can find the hope and beauty in everything. I feel very blessed to have found her blog.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Joe Fox: I like Patricia. I *love* Patricia. Patricia makes COFFEE nervous.
Kathleen Kelly: Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, small, but valuable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when, shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.
Joe Fox: The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino.
Joe Fox: Kevin, this is possibly the most adorable creature I've ever been in contact with and if she turns out to be as good looking as a mailbox, I would be crazy not to turn my life upside down and marry her.
Joe Fox: It wasn't... personal.
Kathleen Kelly: What is that supposed to mean? I am so sick of that. All that means is that it wasn't personal to you. But it was personal to me. It's *personal* to a lot of people. And what's so wrong with being personal, anyway?
Joe Fox: Uh, nothing.
Kathleen Kelly: Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal.
Kathleen Kelly: What will NY152 say today I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.
Kathleen Kelly: Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one. It got on at 42nd, and off at 59th, where, I assume it was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake - as almost all hats are.
Joe Fox: [talking via email, to who he doesn’t know is Kathleen Kelly] Have you ever become the worst version of yourself. That a pandora's box of all the hateful things, your spite, your arrogance, your condecension has sprung open? Someone upsets you and instead of smiling and walking away... you zing them. "Hello it's Mr Nasty". I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about...
Kathleen Kelly: ...but no one will remember you. And maybe no one will remember me either, but there are plenty of people who remember my mother, and they thought she was fine, and they thought her store was something special. You (pause) are nothing but a suit.
Joe Fox: [looking creastfallen] That's my cue.
Person in Theatre: Do you mind?
Frank Navasky: A HOTDOG is singing. You need quiet while a hotdog is singing?
Joe Fox: You know, sometimes I wonder...
Kathleen Kelly: What?
Joe Fox: Well... if i hadn't been "Fox Books" and you hadn't been "The Shop Around the Corner," and you and I had just met...
Kathleen Kelly: I know.
Joe Fox: Yeah, yeah. I would've asked for your number. And I wouldn't have been able to wait 24 hours before calling you up and saying, Hey, how about... oh, how about some coffee, or drinks, or dinner, or a movie... for as long as we both shall live?
Kathleen Kelly: [in an email to Joe Fox] The odd thing about this form of communication is that you're more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.