Wednesday marks my six week mark for my new cute little pierced ears and I am able to change the earrings. I haven't bought any new earrings yet, as I wanted to wait to see if I could really last the whole six weeks. But since I have endured, I've been looking forward to a little shopping with one of my girl friends.
Last Saturday I came home from errands and I saw the new Avon catalog on my apartment doorstep. I'm not much an Avon or Mary Kay person, but I thought to myself, "hmm...in these difficult economic times, I'd rather help out an independent woman trying to make ends meet, than a big corporate company." I picked up the catalog and started to look through it to see if they carried earrings. They do. But. The entire catalog is in Spanish and Maria, the Avon rep, doesn't speak English.
Oh well, Macy's has been struggling in these tough times too...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Pied Piper
I'm really excited to report that I just got a new flute yesterday. As I reported earlier several months ago, my division at work runs different campaigns throughout the year. Winner's of the campaigns receive 'perk points' which they can then use to buy merchandise and air fare. I'm fairly certain I'm going to use all of my 'perk points' on musical instruments. :)
So, my new little flute came in the mail yesterday. I haven't played one in a realllllllyyyy long time. I'm both amazed at how easy it is to get a nice sound going, and sad at not remembering my fingering. It almost seems bizarre that we learn how to speak this other language of notes!
Just like with my keyboarding and singing, the cats come running to me when I'm playing the flute. Their eyes are as big as saucers and their ears pricked towards me. I can't figure out if they hate the sounds, or love it. (when I sing they come running to me and sniff my mouth.)
So, my new little flute came in the mail yesterday. I haven't played one in a realllllllyyyy long time. I'm both amazed at how easy it is to get a nice sound going, and sad at not remembering my fingering. It almost seems bizarre that we learn how to speak this other language of notes!
Just like with my keyboarding and singing, the cats come running to me when I'm playing the flute. Their eyes are as big as saucers and their ears pricked towards me. I can't figure out if they hate the sounds, or love it. (when I sing they come running to me and sniff my mouth.)
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