Week in review

13 03 2009

Hello, hello…

Things have been hectic between work, 24/7 concierge service to my family, and apt hunting my brain has seen little reprieve. Even watching a movie has equated to laborsome thinking towards dwindling clean clothes and dishes that remain in the sink. No worries the laundry will be resolved tomorrow and the dishes were done yesterday. As for the family vacation I can say, “Phhheeewww!” We have accomodations and flights all at an amazing rate for a group of 10+. So we’ll all be chasing the moon from the Pacific come June!

I must say that I have no idea what is going on with my internal clock. I have been waking up at 5 am and failing to fall into deep sleep for the past three days. It’s catching up to me so I fail to see how I can stay out much later than 8:00 tonight. I am going to wrap a few things up and head to the Rankin Vault for a birthday fiesta. Then home promptly to turn in and get my life in order this weekend. Ergo, taxes…

Highlight from this week  was having Huevos Rancheros from Sunny Point Cafe, in West Asheville, some of the best huevos in town! Molly and I decided to go for a hearty breakfast as soon as they opened, at 8:30 am. Sunny Point was a few minutes behind and so we sat in my car for a few minutes. I looked at her and said, “Oh gawd, stripey pants! Are those Gap?” I was wearing my navy cotton slacks with pin stripes and she was wearing the identical pair in white with blue pin stripes. Molly replied,”From 10 years ago”, and I quipped,”Did we just fall into the Gap? We just fell into the Gap!” It was much funnier in person, but at the time I knew I had to blog about it.

My brain hurts, I think I need to retreat for some sleep. Have a good weekend all and I look forward to posting more next week!





Feb. 20, 2009: Season 1, Episode 1

26 02 2009

Hi, I know it’s not February 20 anymore, but for this blog it was the conception of an idea. It has taken me 6 days to pen thoughts to blog. This is not real time.

The short end of it is, Molly was packing up her desk and she said, “This is sad”. I replied, “Oh my gosh, this is like on The Hills when Whitney goes off to NY and Lauren is saying goodbye to her in LA! Except I am Lauren because you’re leaving me and you’ll be making more chedda than me.” Molly was an intern, like Lauren was, and I had been around this sensible block for 7 months. Regardless, our characters were juxtapositioned and she left me. She left me thinking…I should write a blog about my life in The Villes. Why is Asheville near Burnesville and Weaverville and Hendersonville?
So here I am, writing a blog about my “new” life in Asheville. New is such a relative term, I have been living here since the end of June 08. It just sunk in–I live here. Granted, I am from Charleston, another magical place where there is some beat in the city to chase…and detoured to Clemson, Go Tigers! So from here, I may travel in retrospect to some stories of yesteryear. I did write a blog in 08, but that died when I took vacation leave from my job called life, or lack thereof–some call it “unemployed”, and went to California and Hawaii. Essentially, it was a major turning point in my existence and I just haven’t caught up to recording my life story. My other blog was weak sauce anyways because I was dissecting emotions and figuring out my niche in the neighborhood of life.

I hope to improve on communicating my thoughts, sharing my stories, and touching a nerve with someone in the great open. Life here ain’t no beach, but is it really ever??