I mentioned yesterday that I still had a lot of writing to do today (for the next issue of “The Minnesota Sporting Journal”).
So, yep, I did that.
Maybe I keep waiting until the last minute because that’s when I come up with my best stuff. <<Shrug>> I guess that deadline breathing down my neck really helps.
I also dyed my hair. I was born a little blondie. I started coloring it in college, and many shades later I landed–and stayed–on black. For now at least.
This is what happens when you try to go back.
Pink side chunksPlain ol brownPurply endsand back to black.
Oh, and wait and see for the article. I’m thinking you should subscribe to the magazine (it’s only $18/yr!).
You can check out some of my other articles here (page 38), and here (page 44).
I promise I write better for that, than I do for this blog. 🙂
Tonight I stayed at my friend Spencer’s apartment. We watch How to Marry a Millionaire, and ordered pizza. She also made cookies (that I ate), and I sketched a weird Marilyn while she worked on her graphic design stuff. I’ll probably use it for some stationary–haha!
For a Friday night, it was pretty cheap.
“The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?”
“A girl can’t read that sort of thing without her lipstick.”
“Poor cat! Poor slob! Poor slob without a name!”
So I may not have watched the start of the Olympics. But I did use this exciting time as inspiration to thank an “olympian” in my life. (This idea was in February’s benicebox.)
So I wrote a letter.
My dad is my best friend.
He is my role model.
He is my go-to person.
I hope he knows how much I appreciate and depend on him, but it doesn’t hurt to remind him.
(Spencer wrote to her “Mommy Dearest.”)
Who’s your “olympian”?
I worked from home today. I’m still sick. I remembered that one of my benicebox tasks, was to give someone a tea break, so I went all selfish and made myself some.
And then I was too sick to drink more than a sip.
I used to work at Deep Portage Conservation Reserve.
Every year they host the “Winter Rendezvous,” a day-long event filled with outdoor challenges (tomahawk throwing, snowshoe races, etc.). They always ask the old employees to come back and man a station. I had the Atlatl (Aztec spear thrower), and the snowshoe race stations.
It was wonderful to be back.
I love this land.
I miss these activities, and working with kids.
And in a sick way, I miss being exposed to the elements.
Ok, so when I say I had a “bad day,” it’s really an unfair generalization. My car started, I got to work safely, I met with a real cheery author, and I got to meet with a friend for “dinner.”
And little details in there were a bit unpleasant.
Anyways, what counts, is that I got to meet with an old (yet new) friend for “dinner.” I considered it “dinner,” because it was around supper time, but I put it in quotations, because I just got pie and wine. And I labelled her an old (yet new) friend, because I’ve only known this friend for a year (new), but she was the first person I met in the Twin Cities (old).
I met Laine at WIN (Women in Networking) a year ago (my first day at my job). Laine learned I was new to the area, so she asked me to meet up for dinner. We went to Gigi’s that first night, and again tonight for old times sake.
When you learn someone is new to an area, job, or apartment, do you try to make them feel welcome?
Tonight Laine helped me brainstorm through my writing group’s road blocks. (And a few personal moral dilemmas. No big deal.)
We also set up a tentative one-on-one photography lesson. You see, Laine’s real talented.And we tried to take a million photos…and I’d say they’re all keepers.