Sunday, January 31, 2010
Happy Birthday LeeAnne!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
NYC to CLT
One of my favorite show memories is taking our friend Stephanie and blindfolding her through Times Square... I cannot imagine a worse place to be blindfolded, and for Steph's birthday, Cam surprised her (and us) to box seats to Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, the show she was working for.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Joy in Haiti
“Kiki” was buried under the rubble for 8 days but came out grinning from ear to ear…
The little Haitian boy who greeted rescuers with a beaming grin as they freed him from a huge pile of rubble said yesterday, “I smiled because I was free — I smiled because I was alive.”
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Weekend Update
Then yesterday after work I drove to South Carolina to visit with the Amersons, some of my dear college friends! And I got to meet their sweet baby Bailey for the first time. Tracey made a delicious meal and it was wonderful to catch up with them!
Bailey loved my bb and wanted to learn to tweet. ;)
I left their house around 8pm and planned to head back to Charlotte until I had a brilliant idea. I knew I wasn't too far from Clemson, SC. What was in Clemson, you ask? Oh that would be the Duke v. Clemson game. So, on a whim, I decided to mapquest it on my phone and drive the extra hour and twenty minutes just to scalp a ticket for the game! WHY NOT?! I drove down, stopped at a gas station to get cheap SC gas and to make sure I was going in the right direction. I also asked some college kid in an orange shirt if he knew of anyone selling tickets. He looked at me like I was an idiot telling me tix were going for $100 each. This did not deter me; I kept driving.
I finally found the stadium and asked a cop where to park. (At this point everyone was inside for the game.) He said I could park anywhere. So I went to the seemingly full lot right next to the stadium and wouldn't you know it that right there was an empty and free parking spot. Holla. So I ran up to the doors and knocked asking one of the game workers if there were any extra tickets and/or scalpers selling them. She said it was a sold out game. Bummer! I could see the scoreboard from where I was standing and noticed it was almost halftime. So I waited outside until the smokers came out and I asked a few people if they had extra tickets. No one did. :(
Halftime was over and people started going back inside. I was still out there by myself (with a sad puppy dog face) when a man I had asked 10 minutes earlier said, "You still haven't found a ticket?" I said no and he went back inside. But wait! He stopped to talk to one of the game attendants and then they both motioned me to come in. She told me that he had an extra ticket! I walked with him towards the game (almost in tears!) thanking him and asking how much it was. He then whispered to me, "I don't really have an extra ticket, but there's plenty of standing room over there." NO FREAKING WAY. I couldn't believe it! I get to see Duke in a conference game for free?!
I had somewhat of a guilty conscience and told the story to a police officer just to double check that it was ok for me to be at this coveted game without paying a dime and having been snuck in. He looked like he could care less and then pointed me towards the best place to stand. Ok, I was on cloud nine. I had a great view, got to watch DUKE cream Clemson and I was ecstatic, plus I eventually got to sit about 5 rows behind the Duke bench.
I am still reeling from this. It's one of my new favorite "on a whim" stories. I'm probably crazy for trying, but it was so much fun!
And that was my weekend. :)
Friday, January 22, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Lately
- wearing a t-shirt and flats (it's 60 degrees!)
- candles and Christmas lights
- a mouse-free house, omg yes!
- brunch with new friends
- hour long conversations with Al
- TJ's Pita Bites with feta
- Amelie's French Bakery
- a new Moleskine mini journal
- the time of day right before the sun sets
- Duke basketball
- Meryl Streep's speech last night
- driving on the highway, music up and windows down
What I'm missing:
- New York City. I missed it a lot today.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Circus
We've set multiple traps, talked to the pest man, had a couple of friends come over to check everything out and learned everything there is to know about a mouse. And did I mention that we're losing our minds? A trap went off last night and all three of us went downstairs together because we're at the point where you just can't clean up a dead mouse and scrub the floor by yourself (which is what I had to do yesterday morning). Sorry to those who are against traps... I'd rather not hurt the mouse either, but safety and now sanity of the mind are what we're going for.
Here's hoping my next blog post is about sunshine and rainbows.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Squeak
Until recently.
Blog friends, we have mice in our house and I am not happy about it. The evidence is as follows: MK's chips were eaten through and crumbs were scattered along the pantry. We found a hole in one of the floorboards. And the number one tell-tale sign: mouse poop. Caitlin caught one last night and we were still on edge.
Tonight I was upstairs when I heard a shriek from downstairs and Cait came hysterically running to my room. She had been sitting on the couch watching tv when she felt something on her back. Oh yeah. It was a mouse. I then flipped out and here we both were screaming and jumping... you know how girls can be.
I then looked at the clock, it was late and we knew our guy friends were probably asleep. If it wasn't almost midnight, they would've been coming over to do the hunting while we peaced out. So I did the next best thing: I called my Dad. C: "Dad, are you up?" Dad: "I am now." C: "Can you [drive 2 hours] come and catch a mouse for us??" I was only (slightly) kidding. I just needed reassurance that we could do it. He said we could and that we should get a cat.
So long story short, I put on my rainboots and we ended up standing on chairs using a broom as a poking device to try and find the mice. Our living room and kitchen look like a total disaster. After not finding anything, I decided to sit for a while, catch up on emails and keep an eye on the newly chewed hole in the floorboard. Sure enough, after our squeals and stomping were quelled, and after it was seemingly safe for our mousey friend, he made his grand re-entrance. He was smaller than I expected and we got him. All I can say is our landlord will be getting a call in the morning. Lastly, if there are any qualified guys who live in Myers Park and are up for the task, let me know. I'm serious. We'll bake you cookies or something.