Monday, June 30, 2008

Actual words said to me by an attorney today:

"Well, I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I AM a nationally-known expert in this area."

Really? This was the most tactful way you could think of to explain your legal prowess?

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Caffeine-induced Insomnia

I cannot fall asleep, and I'm not quite ready to try. An early afternoon grandenonfatnowhipmochaforKim usually has no lasting effects; however, when combined with a half o' cup of coffee, a late dessert, and a large dinner...well, why else would I be awake at this ungodly hour, especially since a thunderstorm woke me at 4:30am?!?! My own fault, and I'll surely pay for my poor decisions tomorrow. I'm such a dum-dum.

In the meantime, I have found an interesting blog and an even more addictive game. And I've decided to never eat hollaindaise sauce again. I'll spare you the graphic details, but suffice it to say, I stink. The curry effect may be in play; if so, poor C.

I suppose I could brew some chamomile tea and plop down in front of the TV or read a book, but that would require me to walk all the way downstairs, and I'm just not feeling it.

I've now entered the whiny and slightly pathetic stage. I think it's time to go to bed. Thanks for listening to my rant.

Monday, June 23, 2008

My Favorite Reads, Part III

Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son's First Year
Authored by Anne Lamott
ISBN: 1 4000 7909 8
251 pages

Laugh out loud funny! A tad bit irreverent, and I don't recommend it to those of you afraid of the "f" word or sarcasm. I read Operating Instructions quickly the first time, then immediately re-read it to catch everything I missed the first time. The title is quite accurate - we learn all about Sam's first year on earth as told by his loving and exhausted and witty and sarcastic and slightly neurotic single mother. She tells of the kindnesses shown by the many people in her life who love her and love Sam. I speak not from experience, but she keeps it real - the poop, the sleepless nights, the tedium, the baby blues - and finds humor and compassion in all of it.

I heard the author speak a year or so ago, and she writes just as she speaks. It's interesting to hear her voice when I re-read the book.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

New Socks Make My Feet Happy

Can I tell you how much I love new cotton socks?

While not an athlete by any stretch of the imagination, I nonetheless own many pairs of white cotton athletic socks. Quite versatile. Anyway, after the embarrassment of revealing a rather large hole in my sock at a friend's home during my book club's Christmas party, I decided last December to purchase new socks at the after-Christmas sales. And sure enough, on December 26, JCPenney's* had a great deal on gold toe crew socks, so I stocked up. I'm not sure how long it had been since I had last purchased socks for myself (though, the hole suggested it had been Quite Awhile), but I immediately fell in love with my new socks. They were, dare I say, LUXURIOUSLY thick and soft, and they slide quite well on our wood floor. I had to ration them for days when I knew I would be on my feet (you know, because business casual includes tennis shoes), but occasionally near Laundry Day I would WEAR THEM TO THE BED. So pleasurable.

Now that it's summer, crew length socks are so not cool with capri pants and shorts, so I bought new ankle length "barely there" socks. And it's all I can do to restrain myself from wearing them ALL THE TIME! New socks! Yeah!

* By the way, they've still not replaced the carpet there.

Monday, June 16, 2008

A Beautiful June Evening

What a lovely evening!!!

C and I spent the last hour or so out on our front porch swing just talking, admiring our ugly-but-well-hydrated lawn, and enjoying the weather: perfectly clear, no wind, an almost full moon, and 68 degrees! I got the giggles when I spied the uglier-than-sin yellow poodle cutout our neighbors plopped down in their front yard. It's hideous.

Fashion Dilemma

I bought a very cute dress last summer - just below knee-length, cotton, billowy A-line-ish skirt portion, buttons all the way down the front. Very June Cleaver, only cuter. And if I do say so myself, it's quite flattering on me, and more importantly, quite comfortable on me. It's sort of a floral print, though more viney and squiggly than flowery. Also, it has ROCKIN' POCKETS. The vines/leaves are off-white, outlined in a light khaki brown, and set in a dark background.

It's this dark background that gives me fits. For most of last summer, I believed the dark background to be black. I paired the dress with my super cute black sandals. I noticed that the lining of the pockets was black even when compared to a pair of navy blue pants. I had no reason to believe the dark background to be anything but black.

And then, when I was walking into my office one afternoon after lunch, I made an awful discovery: the buttons on my dress are a very dark, but very distinct coral blue. I know few fashion rules, but this I know to be true: navy and black don't match.

Now I don't know whether the dark background is black or navy. I've continued pretending that the blue buttons are indeed black, but it's getting harder and harder to play along with myself. I am tempted to buy new black buttons to replace the obviously blue buttons, but I can't sew worth a damn.

What would you do?

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Cheer up...whatever.

With all this blogging about tornadoes and kidney stones, well, things need to brighten up around here. But first...

C and I spent an inordinate amount of time this evening analyzing some amazing "tower cam" video of the Manhattan tornado while trying to determine the camera's location in town. We finally agreed upon Manhattan Hill after telestrating several freeze frames when the lightning struck using C's Tablet PC stylus to label campus buildings and other landmarks. Rest assured, our favorite weather guesser Bill Randby's job is secure. We just hope all of our friends in Manhattan are safe and sound.

Does no one else see the tragic irony of the destruction of K-State's wind erosion a tornado?

I'm working on a highly interesting case (yes, an actual legal case!) at work. If only I could do that and nothing else all day long. Perhaps I should be careful of what I wish for.

I'm off to iron my entire wardrobe; it's been at least 2 months since I have ironed. I prefer to iron everything at once rather than the night before I plan to wear an item. I also hate ironing everything at once, especially when I've not ironed for several laundry cycles. I'm running out of pants.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008


C and I spent nearly 2 hours sheltered in our basement this evening - tornadoes everywhere. At one point, 14 contiguous counties in southeastern Nebraska and western Iowa were under Tornado Warnings. There was a very impressive wall cloud west of Lincoln, and we are quite fortunate it did not drop a tornado while it passed over. C issued a Flash Flood Warning for our yard around 8:15, and there's lots of flooding around town. It's still raining, and I've heard reports that we have received 4" of rain since 7:00 this evening. I have a feeling it's going to be a LONG night.

C and I always enjoy comparing the various live broadcasts of the two local stations in Lincoln and the three in Omaha. Except for Channel 7 in Omaha, these people are rookies compared to the weather forecasters in Oklahoma City. Yes, I just said something positive about our experience in Oklahoma. However, if we were there instead of here, we would have had to travel several miles to the OSU campus in order to take shelter in one of the public shelters. You'd think modern technology could figure out a way to build basements in that state.

Unfortunately, a Boy Scout camp near Omaha took a direct hit, and reports indicate at least 4 fatalities and 40 injuries. I'll be returning to KAY Leadership Camp in July, and I can't help but think about my campers and our tornado safety procedures. We're as prepared as we can be, but this evening has been a reminder of the responsibilities of leadership; my campers are someone else's babies. Please pray for the Boy Scouts and their families, and throw in an extra one for good weather at KLC.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Stoned, Update #2

Unofficially, it passed! WOO HOO! Unfortunately, it's not in the shape of anyone or anything famous, otherwise, I'd have posted it on eBay by now. Definitely large enough to be set in a ring; I'm considering white gold or platinum.

I have an appointment with the urologist tomorrow afternoon to confirm. Many thanks for your kind thoughts and prayers. I'm very much looking forward to a sober Sunday!

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Stoned, Update

I told you a big fat lie in my last post. That G.D. 3 millimeter stone has not passed yet. If and when it passes, rest assured, you'll know. Handel's Messiah chorus will likely be involved.

Until then, I'll be the chick running up the stairs to pee for the 87,439th time this week. Hope pees eternal!

Tuesday, June 3, 2008


I passed!

A kidney stone, that is.

Sweet Mother of Pearl.* I don't need to do that ever again. EVER. Middle-of-the-night trips to the ER are not my idea (or C's) of a good time. I'll spare you the details, but in retrospect, I think it could have been a lot worse. I must now drink 2 liters (approximately 66 ounces) of water daily (only 6 ounces to go!), reduce my salt intake (I thought I was doing well), and add "real" lemon juice (via lemonade!) to my diet.

Which means I'm peeing an average 3 gallons of every 37 seconds. I might as well strap on a Depends.

Manageable changes. I'll deal.

* Actually, it wasn't a pearl.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Peonies and Grandma Mary

I finally got around to getting up early enough to stop by Lincoln's Farmer's Market Saturday morning. I love the Farmer's Market! I almost always run in to people I know, which is a rarity in this city of 250,000, and something I will always miss about living in a small town. While it's a little early for local produce (except for radishes, but I don't like those), there were plenty of baked goods and flowers, not to mention arts and crafts, and an interesting t-shirt booth and stationery booth that I plan to check out when C isn't with me (no offense, C, but I know that Farmer's Market isn't your idea of a good time). The best part - I bought a dozen cut peonies. Behold, but beware that I'm not much of a photographer even in good light:

I wish I could share their scent with you, as it is, you'll just have to stop by my house because my entire first floor smells like sweet peonies! YUM! This evening, my dad (FG) told me a peonies story that I'd like to share with you.

My Great-Grandma Mary (his grandma) loved peonies, grew them in her yard, and decorated graves with them every year at Memorial Day. Sometimes peonies bloom too early in Kansas for Memorial Day, but she would preserve them in her garage (FG will have to comment and explain how she did this). She passed away on May 25, 1985, before she was able to decorate graves that year. Dad found the peonies in her garage and decorated her grave with them.

I have lots of memories of Grandma Mary, my favorite being her kuchens (which I always believed was spelled "coogins"). Kuchens are fruit-filled sweet bread, and no, native Nebraskans, your kolaches are NOT the same thing. Unfortunately, the recipe died with her. Here's a picture of us circa 1984. And no, I don't know what had us laughing so hard.

And I just remembered...if she were alive, she'd be 109 years old today. Happy Birthday, Grandma Mary!