Okay, so it was breakfast at JoJo's, just as planned, but although very sunny, it really was just a little too cold to muster up the courage to want to walk around outside.
Instead my pal suggested we drive to the Pittsburgh Mills Mall, and do our strolling in doors. He wanted to buy some sunglasses at a place he had visited before, and I was just glad to not be at work today, and up for just about anything.
I was not there to shop, cannot afford to shop, and yet somehow ended up buying the sweetest maxi-sundress. It's green and turquoise, and the greatest ring and bracelets to match came home with me as well. It's February in Pittsburgh, I'm pasty-white, and I'm buying sundresses. Oh well, maybe it will serve as motivation for my new aerobic workout. I'm going to look so great in that dress!!! I will wear it to this year's Art Festival, out with friends for margaritas, to RenFest, an outdoor concert perhaps..............ah summer is on it's way!!!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Down The Strip
For those of you who are not native Pittsburghers, "Goin' down the strip", or if to sound it out for you "goin downastrip" means: that I'm going to travel by car, usually early on a Saturday morning, to an area of town known as the strip district. It is the part of town where both historically and today, the produce trucks deliver their wares into the city of Pittsburgh.
Today I am going with my friend, Rick. We will stuff ourselves silly with breakfast at Pittsburgh's acclaimed JoJo's diner, and then try to walk some of it off visiting the variety of produce stores, and shops along the strip.
This kind of a Saturday is best suited for warm weather, as I write it is 21 degrees F outside, but hey, we're made of steel! I'll let you know if I find anything great today!!!
Today I am going with my friend, Rick. We will stuff ourselves silly with breakfast at Pittsburgh's acclaimed JoJo's diner, and then try to walk some of it off visiting the variety of produce stores, and shops along the strip.
This kind of a Saturday is best suited for warm weather, as I write it is 21 degrees F outside, but hey, we're made of steel! I'll let you know if I find anything great today!!!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
A DECADE
Rebecca Really would like to hear from YOU!!!
Harley (the amazing little dog) and I were wondering.
Have any of you ever found that you've been stuck in something for much too long? Maybe a job, maybe a friendship, maybe a love relationship. Have you ever loved the idea of something so much, that you couldn't let go even when that something wasn't panning out.
I would be so very interested in hearing from anyone who has ever found the strength to move on. I know there must be some good stories out there. Some inspiration.
Also, how do you come to terms with the idea that you've wasted so much time?
Let me hear from you.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
For My Sister
Well my sister called me at work yesterday and said that she read the blog entry about MNC. She loved it!!! (Valentine's Day After)
I decided that since she's actually in here looking at this stuff, I should throw her a bone.
I'd like to tell you about a few fun times with my sister.
The Truck Stop:
My sister lives in a very rural area, just off of a major interstate highway, and before Walmart came along, about the only thing on that highway near her home was a truck stop called Blue Ridge. I was staying with her then, and late one night we decided that we were hungry, so we went to Blue Ridge for, oh I don't remember, some heavenly meaty thing floating in gravy with lots of mashed potatoes. Dear God, it was good! I think we had apple turnovers for dessert. So here we are, the only two women in this testosterone soaked truck stop, eating and giggling, and pretty much drawing a lot of attention.
When we are finished, sis heads for the cash register, and I decided to run to the ladies room before we left. I came out while she was paying our check, and all of the truckers at the counter are having a field day checking us out. "This is where the real fun starts", I thought to myself. Keep in mind, my sister is generally a little reserved, something I've never been particularly good at. All eyes were on us as I approached her, so I casually walked up, pressed up against her side, and started lovingly stroking her back, and caressing her shoulder as though we were a couple. I was being friendlier than mere sisters would be, if you get my drift. You could see looks being shot back and forth between these guys now, they were loving this stuff. As we were walking out, I tried to even reach for her hand, but she wasn't having it. She was bright red by this point. We were both laughing so hard as we hurried outside.
If I had a dollar for every time an outing with my sister ended in "you're so bad" I'd be a very wealthy woman.
Heck's:
I think "Heck's" was the name of the store at that time. It was a pre-Walmart department store. We walked in one day, just like many times before. Probably picking up the usual kind of stuff...shampoo, whatnots, some new flip-flops...whatever. We were walking down the center isle, and she got a little ahead of me, so I started calling her name. Loudly. And acting like I was kind of...mentally challenged. (Yes, I know how wrong that is, but we're sister's okay?)
Keep in mind, that my sister's nickname is LULU. So it really was a pretty funny sight, this grown woman stomping around a department store yelling impatiently for "LULU".
Of course, she's purple, and walking quickly in the opposite direction, which only added to my "tantrum". When I caught up with her I told her that "That wasn't very nice, and I think you hurt 'bof' of my feelings"!
Ahhh, the joy in embarrassing my big sister!
I decided that since she's actually in here looking at this stuff, I should throw her a bone.
I'd like to tell you about a few fun times with my sister.
The Truck Stop:
My sister lives in a very rural area, just off of a major interstate highway, and before Walmart came along, about the only thing on that highway near her home was a truck stop called Blue Ridge. I was staying with her then, and late one night we decided that we were hungry, so we went to Blue Ridge for, oh I don't remember, some heavenly meaty thing floating in gravy with lots of mashed potatoes. Dear God, it was good! I think we had apple turnovers for dessert. So here we are, the only two women in this testosterone soaked truck stop, eating and giggling, and pretty much drawing a lot of attention.
When we are finished, sis heads for the cash register, and I decided to run to the ladies room before we left. I came out while she was paying our check, and all of the truckers at the counter are having a field day checking us out. "This is where the real fun starts", I thought to myself. Keep in mind, my sister is generally a little reserved, something I've never been particularly good at. All eyes were on us as I approached her, so I casually walked up, pressed up against her side, and started lovingly stroking her back, and caressing her shoulder as though we were a couple. I was being friendlier than mere sisters would be, if you get my drift. You could see looks being shot back and forth between these guys now, they were loving this stuff. As we were walking out, I tried to even reach for her hand, but she wasn't having it. She was bright red by this point. We were both laughing so hard as we hurried outside.
If I had a dollar for every time an outing with my sister ended in "you're so bad" I'd be a very wealthy woman.
Heck's:
I think "Heck's" was the name of the store at that time. It was a pre-Walmart department store. We walked in one day, just like many times before. Probably picking up the usual kind of stuff...shampoo, whatnots, some new flip-flops...whatever. We were walking down the center isle, and she got a little ahead of me, so I started calling her name. Loudly. And acting like I was kind of...mentally challenged. (Yes, I know how wrong that is, but we're sister's okay?)
Keep in mind, that my sister's nickname is LULU. So it really was a pretty funny sight, this grown woman stomping around a department store yelling impatiently for "LULU".
Of course, she's purple, and walking quickly in the opposite direction, which only added to my "tantrum". When I caught up with her I told her that "That wasn't very nice, and I think you hurt 'bof' of my feelings"!
Ahhh, the joy in embarrassing my big sister!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
MICHEL THERRIEN, YOU'RE INVITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS NOT A JOKE. MICHEL, YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO A HOME COOKED DINNER AT MY HUMBLE HOME AS A GESTURE OF THANKS AND APPRECIATION FOR YOUR WORK AS COACH OF THE FABULOUS PITTSBURGH PENGUINS.
YOU ARE A CLASS ACT, AND YOUR INTERVIEWS TODAY SHOW THAT!!!
SO IF YOU ARE MICHEL, OR YOU KNOW MICHEL, OR YOU CAN CONTACT MICHEL, JUST TELL HIM TO GOOGLE REALLYREBECCA (NO SPACES) AND EMAIL ME.
NO CATCH. NOT CRAZY.
HEY, IT'S WORTH A SHOT.
YOU ARE A CLASS ACT, AND YOUR INTERVIEWS TODAY SHOW THAT!!!
SO IF YOU ARE MICHEL, OR YOU KNOW MICHEL, OR YOU CAN CONTACT MICHEL, JUST TELL HIM TO GOOGLE REALLYREBECCA (NO SPACES) AND EMAIL ME.
NO CATCH. NOT CRAZY.
HEY, IT'S WORTH A SHOT.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Back to School, Back to School
Do you remember hearing Adam Sandler sing that in the popular movie? It struck me as being so funny, and when my kids were still in high school I loved taunting them with the refrain on Monday mornings!
Well, It's just me this morning, my 19 year old daughter is fast asleep, and yet I can't help feeling taunted as I write and sip my steamy cup of tea.
"I DON'T WANNA GO BACK TO WORK"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, wish me luck, friends. It's been 9 days at home now...and I was only just getting started.
Yesterday was the first day that I even really left the house. It was a nice day, spent mostly with my tall, dark, handsome 21 (almost 22) year old son. We went to breakfast, which was very enjoyable, with minimal chat about work (we work in the same profession), which was even better. We went to my house afterward to do his taxes. He's getting a refund this year and going to North Carolina with his girlfriend's family in June. At least somebody gets to go somewhere!
I drove him to his apartment later, and headed to Barnes & Noble. It's heaven there, isn't it?
Except when creepy guys want to browse the same area that you are browsing. Why doesn't everyone know about the "rules of personal space"? I found two great books in the bargain section...I need more bookshelves.
Back to the BUSINESS WORLD!!!
Well, It's just me this morning, my 19 year old daughter is fast asleep, and yet I can't help feeling taunted as I write and sip my steamy cup of tea.
"I DON'T WANNA GO BACK TO WORK"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, wish me luck, friends. It's been 9 days at home now...and I was only just getting started.
Yesterday was the first day that I even really left the house. It was a nice day, spent mostly with my tall, dark, handsome 21 (almost 22) year old son. We went to breakfast, which was very enjoyable, with minimal chat about work (we work in the same profession), which was even better. We went to my house afterward to do his taxes. He's getting a refund this year and going to North Carolina with his girlfriend's family in June. At least somebody gets to go somewhere!
I drove him to his apartment later, and headed to Barnes & Noble. It's heaven there, isn't it?
Except when creepy guys want to browse the same area that you are browsing. Why doesn't everyone know about the "rules of personal space"? I found two great books in the bargain section...I need more bookshelves.
Back to the BUSINESS WORLD!!!
Monday, February 16, 2009
President's Day Off
So today is President's Day, and I have the day off. So nice of all of those nice Presidents. I'm pretty sure that none of them, not a one, took the day off for the occasion, ever. I could be wrong, but I'm guessing.
To return the favor, I'm going to compose a letter to all of the living Presidents and award them with a day off this year on May 17th. That's my birthday, and from here on out will be known as "Rebecca's Day", and I'd like to give all the Presidents the day off that day just to say thank you.
I can see it now. They'll be so happy. I'll probably get cards and flowers from their wives thanking me. Well maybe not Hillary, she won't appreciate it at all. Can't you just see Bill chasing her around all day trying to get some love. She'd be cursing me, don't you think?
I think that George and Laura would appreciate it, but they probably have actually had some time to themselves lately. It probably wouldn't mean as much to them as the Obamas, but the Bushes are full of southern style manners, and they'd send the thank you just the same. The senior Bushes would get a kick out of the idea, old people like getting anything for free.
Old people come into my office, perhaps I'll notarize something for them for example, and they always want the pen. "Oh what a nice pen," they'll say, admiring it like it's a brand new car. That's when I have to pull the switcharoo. I say, "oh, do you like it"? Then I snatch it out of there fingers, and quickly open my drawer, saying "let me give you a new one, that's almost out of ink". I keep a stock of similar looking, cheaper ones for just this sort of occasion. You would think I'd really done something. One guy even brought me a hand made scarf from his daughter the next day.
Oh, heck, you know what? All of this good will is making me feel generous. You can all have Rebecca's Day off this year. By the way, it falls on a Sunday!
To return the favor, I'm going to compose a letter to all of the living Presidents and award them with a day off this year on May 17th. That's my birthday, and from here on out will be known as "Rebecca's Day", and I'd like to give all the Presidents the day off that day just to say thank you.
I can see it now. They'll be so happy. I'll probably get cards and flowers from their wives thanking me. Well maybe not Hillary, she won't appreciate it at all. Can't you just see Bill chasing her around all day trying to get some love. She'd be cursing me, don't you think?
I think that George and Laura would appreciate it, but they probably have actually had some time to themselves lately. It probably wouldn't mean as much to them as the Obamas, but the Bushes are full of southern style manners, and they'd send the thank you just the same. The senior Bushes would get a kick out of the idea, old people like getting anything for free.
Old people come into my office, perhaps I'll notarize something for them for example, and they always want the pen. "Oh what a nice pen," they'll say, admiring it like it's a brand new car. That's when I have to pull the switcharoo. I say, "oh, do you like it"? Then I snatch it out of there fingers, and quickly open my drawer, saying "let me give you a new one, that's almost out of ink". I keep a stock of similar looking, cheaper ones for just this sort of occasion. You would think I'd really done something. One guy even brought me a hand made scarf from his daughter the next day.
Oh, heck, you know what? All of this good will is making me feel generous. You can all have Rebecca's Day off this year. By the way, it falls on a Sunday!
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