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Before leaving for vacations my parents would spend all evening cleaning the house. After relaxing all week they didn't want to return to a messy home. To me, there was something silly about it all. We'd we returned home and pretend there wasn't a layer of dust that had accumulated while we were gone.

Gina and I leave for Aruba tomorrow morning. I 'm halfway through packing, my room is a mess but I did manage to clean the cat box this morning.

I promised C I'd start decompressing now so that I could truly relax and enjoy my holiday. So, I found my way to the wolf road prairie after work. As my work heels penetrated the soft earth I thought about how just a couple of weeks every limb was covered in snow. I wanted to stay longer. Actually, I wanted to dig a hole out there to bury a few insecurities but for once I wasn't alone out in that field. There was a man collecting sticks in a plastic bag. As soon as he saw me he started towards my direction.

Who looked odder in that field? Me in my work dress, heels and talking on my cell or him and his plastic Jewel bag full of twigs? If I were observing I'd think it would be me but I was the one who nervously walked back to my car.

Milwaukee

I want to raise awareness of streamlining by selling colorful rubber bracelets

241 Bulk Messages greeted me today at my second email account.

I created the first yahoo account for serious messaging; job searching and to keep in touch with friends. I created the second account thinking that it could be a virtual dumping ground, if need be. Alas, most of the messages in there are garbage. I subscribed to a magazine I give them my garbage email and they send me garbage.

I set up this system two years ago thinking that it would organize how I gave and received information. In reality, it was yet another mixed message I sent into the universe.

I don't want junk mail, but if you have to...please send it here.

I'm talking about figuring out exactly what it is that I want and not being afraid to ask for it. I'm talking about not wasting my time by setting up miniature safe houses for just-in-case scenarios. I'm talking about dropping the ego.

No more junk

Ara meets the inventor of the Big Mac, rolls her ankle and nearly lands in the laps of two VP's

Beat that-

I knew today was going to be humiliating in some cosmic way. How, did I know? It was like a bad accident waiting to happen, all day, in slow motion. I even had an epic deja vu moment.

I walked up to my admin's desk with a purpose and ended up chatting about jewelry design. Our newest admin chimed in but when she was done there was awkward silence. Which, I chose to fill with awkward conversation and I walked away thinking it felt all too familiar.

Honestly...was it deja vu or am I just becoming more awkward?

What was even more difficult was the afternoon meeting I endured while feeling like someone put night-quill in my tea. I yawned more than I should have and it caused a sea of yawns across the o/o board room.

The above means nothing...Happy Birthday Gina~ Welcome to 26. It will be great, promise!

A blurred line between carton, pulp and reality

Bottom right corner states: Home Squeezed.

Who's home?!

This carton created about 30 minutes of early morning distraction at the office.

Pre-spring fever is here.

The day before Casmir Pulaski Day