I don't think I'm a horrible roommate. I make the bed, I don't smell, and I have abundant accessories and clothes I am happy to share. Now that Charlotte is home for a couple weeks and we are back to sharing a room along with our queen-sized bed, I'm realizing that she clearly doesn't expect much when it comes to sharing close quarters with me.
Two nights ago, Moosey came up on our bed while we were sleeping and started sniffing and licking Charlotte's face. In drowsy irritation, Charlotte said, "Emily, stop it." Seriously? I may occasionally stray into her personal space, but really? It just goes to show that even the people who love you the most might sometime mistake you for an over-friendly canine in the middle of the night.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
encounters of the em kind
AT WORK:
I work with a woman named Mo. (Short for Monette, which is pronounced "mo-nay") Some of the things she says make me laugh.
A) "My daughter-in-law is a beautiful singer. She wins karaoke contests all the time."
**I love that her second sentence apparently qualifies the first.**
B) Break room conversation--
Mo: What are you reading?
Me: The Gift of Asher Lev
Mo: The Gift of Actual Love?
**I quickly corrected her. I never want to be mistaken for someone who would read a
book called The Gift of Actual Love**
Also, Mo wore a wolf shirt last week. Seriously. A howling wolf in front of a majestic peak and full moon. All day, I kept wanting to ask her, "Are you aware of wolves?" I refrained. Who knows? Maybe her checkbook is "nothing but wolves." I wouldn't want to offend.
ON THE BUS:
Another woman I've met this summer is named Wanda. She rides my same bus route at the same times I do. Last month, I had the idea to start a summer series on my blog called "Commuter Profiles." I would interview one fellow bus patron each week share their stories with my lovely audience. Many times on the bus, I contemplate the lives of the other riders, and interviewing them would allow me to get a deeper look into them.
It didn't too long to realize that most bus riders consider their fellow commuters to be strangers, and therefore feel uncomfortable sharing personal information with them. I guess I'm the only one who feels the RTD bond with Wanda and co. I know from personal experience.
After about a week of harboring the idea of my Commuter Profiles series, I finally got up to courage to conduct my first interview. I selected Wanda because I had already introduced myself to her, and that day, the bus was nearly empty because we were nearing the end of the route.
It became evident right off that I made her uncomfortable. Hindsight tells me that I shouldn't have been so forward. Instead of saying, "Hi, Wanda! I write a blog, and am starting up a Commuter Profiles series. How would you like to be my first featured bus rider?" and pulling out a notebook and pen, I could have just started up a conversation, and taken mental notes. When I muster up courage for something, I sometimes end up with too much courage.
She let me ask some vague, impersonal questions, but I did not come away with the in-depth glimpse I was looking for. For example, when I asked her what sent her downtown everyday, she replied, "my job." I followed by asking what her job was. She replied, "finance." Poor Wanda. I think we were both glad when her stop arrived. Before she disembarked, however, I threw caution to the winds and said, "So I'm guessing a picture would be too personal?" She confirmed my assumption. Now, whenever I see her, it's like bumping into someone with whom I had a bad first date. It's awkward. But then it makes me laugh to myself.
I work with a woman named Mo. (Short for Monette, which is pronounced "mo-nay") Some of the things she says make me laugh.
A) "My daughter-in-law is a beautiful singer. She wins karaoke contests all the time."
**I love that her second sentence apparently qualifies the first.**
B) Break room conversation--
Mo: What are you reading?
Me: The Gift of Asher Lev
Mo: The Gift of Actual Love?
**I quickly corrected her. I never want to be mistaken for someone who would read a
book called The Gift of Actual Love**
Also, Mo wore a wolf shirt last week. Seriously. A howling wolf in front of a majestic peak and full moon. All day, I kept wanting to ask her, "Are you aware of wolves?" I refrained. Who knows? Maybe her checkbook is "nothing but wolves." I wouldn't want to offend.
ON THE BUS:
Another woman I've met this summer is named Wanda. She rides my same bus route at the same times I do. Last month, I had the idea to start a summer series on my blog called "Commuter Profiles." I would interview one fellow bus patron each week share their stories with my lovely audience. Many times on the bus, I contemplate the lives of the other riders, and interviewing them would allow me to get a deeper look into them.
It didn't too long to realize that most bus riders consider their fellow commuters to be strangers, and therefore feel uncomfortable sharing personal information with them. I guess I'm the only one who feels the RTD bond with Wanda and co. I know from personal experience.
After about a week of harboring the idea of my Commuter Profiles series, I finally got up to courage to conduct my first interview. I selected Wanda because I had already introduced myself to her, and that day, the bus was nearly empty because we were nearing the end of the route.
It became evident right off that I made her uncomfortable. Hindsight tells me that I shouldn't have been so forward. Instead of saying, "Hi, Wanda! I write a blog, and am starting up a Commuter Profiles series. How would you like to be my first featured bus rider?" and pulling out a notebook and pen, I could have just started up a conversation, and taken mental notes. When I muster up courage for something, I sometimes end up with too much courage.
She let me ask some vague, impersonal questions, but I did not come away with the in-depth glimpse I was looking for. For example, when I asked her what sent her downtown everyday, she replied, "my job." I followed by asking what her job was. She replied, "finance." Poor Wanda. I think we were both glad when her stop arrived. Before she disembarked, however, I threw caution to the winds and said, "So I'm guessing a picture would be too personal?" She confirmed my assumption. Now, whenever I see her, it's like bumping into someone with whom I had a bad first date. It's awkward. But then it makes me laugh to myself.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
six for saturday
1. On my way to the bus on Thursday, I distinctly remembered hearing my water bottle sloshing in my bag, but when I got to work, it was gone. I love this water bottle and mourned its loss. As I approached my stop yesterday, I saw this happy sight! I must have taken it out while fishing around for my book in my cavernous bag and left it. Miraculously, it stayed there for 24 hours until I could reclaim it!
2. After an 11-hour work day yesterday, I called Charlotte, and we got Big Gulps together, then talked on the phone for over 20 minutes until my bus came. It was great!
3. Sarah was home alone waiting for me to get from work last night, so I called her once I stepped off the bus and she and Moosey met me on the walk back! I loved seeing her and Moosey running down the hill to meet me.
4. This is the essence of Saturday at the Wood home. Mom and I are both working around the house today, which results in emptied cans, glasses, and snack containers.
5. I suffered from fashion indecision last week, so instead of laying out one ensemble to wear to work the next day, I set out three.
6. This is my last weekend as a teenager. I love birthdays, especially my own.
2. After an 11-hour work day yesterday, I called Charlotte, and we got Big Gulps together, then talked on the phone for over 20 minutes until my bus came. It was great!
3. Sarah was home alone waiting for me to get from work last night, so I called her once I stepped off the bus and she and Moosey met me on the walk back! I loved seeing her and Moosey running down the hill to meet me.
4. This is the essence of Saturday at the Wood home. Mom and I are both working around the house today, which results in emptied cans, glasses, and snack containers.
5. I suffered from fashion indecision last week, so instead of laying out one ensemble to wear to work the next day, I set out three.
6. This is my last weekend as a teenager. I love birthdays, especially my own.*Do you set out your outfits the night before?
*Have you ever found something you thought was lost for good?
*Have you ever found something you thought was lost for good?
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
bon voyage
As I type, my family is preparing to leave for a 15-18 hour drive, because we're crossing the border and heading over to Canada! Our passport cards came just in time for us to be able to attend my Grandpa Wood's 80th birthday. We haven't been up north in about six years, so this is exciting.
Not so exciting is the prospect of the drive. All I want to do right now is fall asleep in my big, lovely bed, but instead of retiring to my room tonight, I will be getting into a car and driving far away from home. This puts a pit in my stomach. Driving through the night creeps me out, but soon enough, I'll be with the family I love so much and unfortunately see so little of.
Wish the Woods luck! I am experiencing anticipatory car sickness, but hopefully it wears off once we get going. Hopefully.
Not so exciting is the prospect of the drive. All I want to do right now is fall asleep in my big, lovely bed, but instead of retiring to my room tonight, I will be getting into a car and driving far away from home. This puts a pit in my stomach. Driving through the night creeps me out, but soon enough, I'll be with the family I love so much and unfortunately see so little of.
Wish the Woods luck! I am experiencing anticipatory car sickness, but hopefully it wears off once we get going. Hopefully.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
my dad
My dad is a good man. When I think of him, I think of the good things he shares with me.
:: Good music
Dad has great taste in music. He loves good musicians like Stevie Ray Vaughan, Mark Knopfler, and Van Morrison. He listens to music because of the good technique and skill behind it. He loves talking about musicians and their styles and stories. His discerning taste is an example to me of selecting the best entertainment.
:: Good books
Dad's bookshelves are filled with works by talented, powerful writers. He enjoys most books that are well written. He has read many novels by Ayn Rand, Chaim Potok, Leo Tolstoy, and Cormac McCarthy, and has nice copies of many of those works. Last Christmas, he gave each of his children one of his books, which was such a beautiful gift. I received his first edition copy of Potok's The Promise, and I love it. He also puts great value on reading the scriptures and learning from them. He teaches our family to love reading and learning from the best writers and resources.
:: Good sports
I love my Dad's love of baseball. Through watching him and watching games with him, I am also developing a love for this sport. It really is a good game. Dad loves the skill and strategy that goes into making a good play. He loves watching really good players. He loves rewinding plays for me and showing me what went into them. I love learning from him. I love seeing how happy a good game makes him. I love his Rockies shirt and baseball hat.
:: Good scenery
Dad is a mountain man at heart. The summer he was 16, he lived in the mountains, working for the forest service. He loves hiking and camping. He always volunteers to accompany church youth camping trips. I love the days I get to spend with him in the mountains. He has taught me to love nature and to value how beautiful forests and rivers and mountains are.
My dad is such a good man. We used to call him "The Knowledge Man," because he loves learning and sharing what he learns. I love learning from him. I love seeing him watching a baseball game while folding laundry. I love seeing him iron white shirts on Saturday night for he and John to wear to church the next day. I love driving in the car with him and listening to his music and learning about the musician. I love being his daughter.
:: Good music
Dad has great taste in music. He loves good musicians like Stevie Ray Vaughan, Mark Knopfler, and Van Morrison. He listens to music because of the good technique and skill behind it. He loves talking about musicians and their styles and stories. His discerning taste is an example to me of selecting the best entertainment.
:: Good booksDad's bookshelves are filled with works by talented, powerful writers. He enjoys most books that are well written. He has read many novels by Ayn Rand, Chaim Potok, Leo Tolstoy, and Cormac McCarthy, and has nice copies of many of those works. Last Christmas, he gave each of his children one of his books, which was such a beautiful gift. I received his first edition copy of Potok's The Promise, and I love it. He also puts great value on reading the scriptures and learning from them. He teaches our family to love reading and learning from the best writers and resources.
:: Good sports
I love my Dad's love of baseball. Through watching him and watching games with him, I am also developing a love for this sport. It really is a good game. Dad loves the skill and strategy that goes into making a good play. He loves watching really good players. He loves rewinding plays for me and showing me what went into them. I love learning from him. I love seeing how happy a good game makes him. I love his Rockies shirt and baseball hat.
:: Good sceneryDad is a mountain man at heart. The summer he was 16, he lived in the mountains, working for the forest service. He loves hiking and camping. He always volunteers to accompany church youth camping trips. I love the days I get to spend with him in the mountains. He has taught me to love nature and to value how beautiful forests and rivers and mountains are.
My dad is such a good man. We used to call him "The Knowledge Man," because he loves learning and sharing what he learns. I love learning from him. I love seeing him watching a baseball game while folding laundry. I love seeing him iron white shirts on Saturday night for he and John to wear to church the next day. I love driving in the car with him and listening to his music and learning about the musician. I love being his daughter.
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