one hundred.six.

i'm playing the christmas classics radio station and the christmas shoes song came on. not sure how that qualifies as a classic...

characters you might meet if you worked at a coffee shop [names have been changed to protect their privacy]:

1. "Phil"- the taxi driver turned carnival guy. hoarse voice. never showers. frequently gives customers directions, whether they ask for them or not. Gets a coffee not because it's good, but because it's cheap and he needs the code at the bottom of the receipt to access the internet.

2. "Nancy"- friendliest hospital worker ever. clutches her hands to her heart when wishing you happy holidays. A coffee in a mug and a tea bag for later.

3. "Paul" - student from the local community college. Always tired. Always gets a seven shot White Chocolate Mocha. I start his drink for him before he comes in.

4. "Jim" - some important somebody in the community, something with the chamber of commerce? Important. Small amaretto latte with whip important. Also start his drink for him before he comes in. He calls me Christina and always asks about my weekend.

5. "Edward" and his wife "Bridget" - the British couple. Small latte people, they keep it simple and keep it cool. Sometimes they grab a cookie or a croissant. I ask them questions just to keep them talking. They might get annoyed.

Tonight was one of those nights where you try to make chocolate chip cookies for your boyfriend and it just does not work. Your boyfriend is playing super nintendo mario world with your sister. You are in the kitchen and you make two different batches of cookies and still manage to screw both of them up in one way or another, even though you always make chocolate chip cookies and they turn out just fine. It's just the one time your boyfriend is over and requests cookies that you screw up. Two different batches.

Not that this happened. It was just...y'know...that kind of night.

This week was one of those weeks where your entire family is all together and it's crazy wonderful. Even family from Tennessee makes the trek up to spend Thanksgiving with everyone, and they bring their new daughter that you are both ecstatic and intimidated to hold because she is just so precious.

Crazy wonderful. I love my family. I love six of the cousins on one couch watching Home Alone, constant noise, lots of food. Just as it should be.

one hundred.five.

Watching my mom and sister playing DDR.

I'm sure you can imagine how funny that is.
[written last week. i then got up and played DDR. doubled over in laughter at how ridiculous my sister looked.]

When I was younger, I would read my Bible and imagine that I would find some significant truth in it that no one had discovered in thousands of years. Somehow there would be some special message that would rock the world. Some secret code or phrasing that only I could understand, decipher and share.
I understand this is not the best way to read the Bible. However, it was pretty much totally feasible in my young mind.

I was reading "Into the Wild" but stopped to read "Technopoly" which is effectively making me shake my head every few seconds. Not negative, "what a disappointment" shake, more like hit with a bucket of cold water shake. Shaking up some things I've just not questioned/assumed my whole life. Very interesting.

Today a lady was wiping her eyes while reading Persuasion. I told her I loved that book.
"Isn't it just the best book ever written? It is."
I nodded in agreement to her agreeing with herself.

Spent most of my afternoon today working on Cinderella stuff. That's the next show I'm choreographing [why am I so crazy?]. I'm really looking forward to it, although I'm not used to choreographing waltzing. This will be interesting. Especially going to be fun because my sister is intern choreographing and the fellow has been roped in to help rehearse. It'll be jolly times, no doubt.

I've been writing less and less in the moleskine. Most unfortunate. I feel as if I'm having a more difficult time being motivated to write/expressing myself as easily as I did before. I don't like it. So many changes, sort of wreaks havoc on things. We've all got so little time left of growing up. Still can't get over how strange it is to see us all older and studious or married or working. I really should write because there really are so many things I could be writing about to remember for later on.

Anyhow, I should get on to bed because it's an early morning and a long day tomorrow.
Kanoa says hello.

one hundred.four.

I still want to see Where the Wild Things Are.

I just finished "Feminine Appeal." Great book. Also just finished "Kite Runner." Another great book. Now reading "Into the Wild." Very factual.

I also read a book by Anne Lammot [sp?]. It wasn't what I hoped for.

Last night was double feature terrible movie night with the fellow. He brought up his projector and we watched the movies on the white wall in our living room instead of the television. Really a unique experience, almost felt wasted on two terrible movies. We both picked one terrible movie to watch. His pick: Transformers 2. My pick: She's the Man. We ate scads of peanut M&M's and groaned at terrible dialogue. Too much fun.

Catching a little bit of a break, now that The Hobbit is over. Finding myself home some evenings, able to work out, able to crochet and read more. It's a good feeling. Have a meeting to choreograph Cinderella tomorrow, and the actual show starts getting put together in December. I feel a little crazy, but this show should be easier. Looking forward to working with a new team, with my sister. Lots of waltzing, got to get my ONE two three step on. Going to make the fellow waltz as well, pick me up and throw me in the air. It'll be outstanding.

Amazed, as always, at how the time flies.
Christmas is so soon? I'll be setting up for work in the early mornings and the snow will be flying. Just around the corner.

Tried to buy a car this weekend. Failure. Anyone want to sell me their car?

Less than 3 weeks until Swell Season in Chicago. Couldn't be more excited. :]]

How are you?