Friday, December 21, 2007
I drove to the library, checked the parking lot: nothing. Drove back to work. Checked around the parking space my car had been: nothing. Retrace the walk to my car: nothing. Check my office: nothing. Ask my employees: nothing. Ask the receptionist: nothing.
Less than an hour before, I had walked all three floors of the building. This is the last time I can recall having my cell phone. So I walked each floor, asking co-workers as I went: nothing.
The cleaning crew promised they would put it on my desk if they found it.
So I trudged back to my car. Tore it apart once again. Nothing.
And so I cried. All the way home.
I feel helpless without my cell phone. Fears creep into my head: what if I get in an accident? what if slide into a ditch? what if something happens to the baby? what if something happens to my family and they can't get a hold of me?
Forty-five minutes later I pulled into my garage. My husband runs out of the house exclaiming, "Thank goodness you are home!". I burst into tears, telling my husband between sobs that I had lost my phone.
"Don't worry, Kelly. A man found it in the parking lot. Molly talked to him."
After reassuring my parents I was okay (Molly had called them trying to get a hold of my husband). And then getting the info from Molly. I called the man. He was Australian. He had found my phone in the parking lot of the library.
We made arrangements so I could collect my phone.
When he dropped my phone off, I tried to give him a Thank You card with a small reward in it. He wouldn't take it.
"Australians don't accept tips or reward money. I'm just glad you got your phone back," he said proudly.
I am so thankful there are still good Samaritans out there. He saved me so much money and time and stress!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
In the last month, I have come home from work, exhausted, fishing around the wall for the light, only to step on broken glass. My lovely cats have decided they are now allowed on the counters. They have also decided when Richard and I are not home, drinking glasses look much better smashed on the kitchen floor. I don't know if its the swinging tails, the playful paws, or the gyrating tummies that are pushing the glasses over the edge.
Richard and I have resorted to the spray bottle technique. Maddy is fast though. She leaps off the counter before I can grab the bottle. She knows she is not suppose to be up there. They both know.
The problem is once they see us glaring at them, voices raised, feet stomping, their first reaction is to jump down, onto the floor. But Logger sits there, waiting. Waiting for them the leap so he can chase them. So they have to jump from counter to counter to dining room table (their safe haven from the dog). It's as if they are jumping over a crocodile with its snapping jaw.
Does anyone have any other suggestions to keeping them off the counters?
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
My point is of the 7 girls and Molly, all but one now has a blog. Nikki, our high school friend who migrated south east, has just started her blogging adventure.
Check out the other bridesmaids' and Molly's handy work:
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Richard and I drove to Red Wing early. I haven't seen Molly in over a month! I wanted to be selfish and have some time with her all to myself. Richard and I helped her clean and organize. Richard kept Ryan company while he sashayed around the kitchen making delicious, rich appetizers (he even improvised on a few recipes to make a meatless version for me!). I was Molly's little helper for the wine tasting. I made labels for the bottles and assisted her when bringing out the new mystery bottle (the wine tasters had to guess types of wines from 8 different varieties). Richard, who has never liked wine, even tried a few and liked some.
It was fun to watch reactions to different types of wines. The bitter, the overly sweet, the just plain bad.
Oddly enough, and without purpose, Molly chose all wines with animal names! I wish I could remember all their names....
It was a fun night, filled with conversation, tasty food, and good friends.
By the end of the day, Logger was exhausted. He loves to play with Penny (Molly's Golden Retriever). But he gets overwhelmed when Zephyer (Molly's giant lab) joins in and double teams him. Angie and Lane brought their dog, Bear. Bear was obsessed with Logger. She followed him all night, nose stuck in his behind. If he stopped for a second, she would try to mount him. By the end of the night, you can imagine Logger was tired of this. He began growling at her if she even looked at him. So Richard and I took turns scooping Logger up and holding him on our laps.
Monday, November 12, 2007
The weekend before Halloween, my parents, my sister Kim, her boys: Antonio and Jack, and I went to the NEW Zoo Boo.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
But then.... the truth came out. Richard caught Logger and Maddy in the act! The act of friendship.
He caught them cuddling!
Aren't they cute?!
Logger denied this ever happened until we showed him the pictures.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Puke: "To take my wife's panties off."
Snot: "Why would you do that?"
Puke: "Because they've been riding up my leg all day!"
-Puke and Snot, MN Renissance Festival 2007
September 1, 2007: A hot, sweltering summer day. And Molly wore all black.
We ate lots of tasty bad food including more cheese curds and a caramel apple that stuck to every part of me. We watched half of a bad magic show and thoroughly enjoyed the comedy of Puke and Snot. Jokes so awful they make you groan.
Richard swears he'll never go to another Renaissance Festival. He's a country boy. His alliances lie with the State Fair. He says Molly and Ryan will just have to go with us to the State Fair next year.
Sounds like a plan!
Friday, August 31, 2007
Tuesday night, under the full moon, my mom attended her first seance. In her own words:
"We first stood and held hands and the psychic (Regina) said a prayer.
Then we sat in a circle with our feet flat on the floor and our palms up with our eyes closed.
She told us a story about walking through a rain forest to an island. We were supposed to imagine that we were there. She was every descriptive, saying things like “the moss on the ground feels like velvet on our feet”.
Then she asked if anyone wanted to contact someone. She had already told us to just say our name, the name of the person we wanted to contact, and the relationship of that person to us.
I said “ Bonnie Christopher My Son”. Right away, she said, “I see a pinwheel”. I audibly gasped and burst out crying.
Brenda, Laura, and Mary Lou said later that they heard me gasp in shock. I told her that we put a pinwheel on his grave. [Every year on Chris's birthday, my mom puts a pinwheel by his gravestone.]
She asked if there was anything I wanted to say to him and I said ”Tell him I love him and I think of him every day”.
Regina said Christopher wanted me to know that he chose to go when he did so he wouldn’t be a burden on me. He said he would have been in a wheelchair and I would have spend the rest of my life taking care of him. When the angels came to him and gave him a choice, he chose to go so he wouldn’t be a burden to me.
Then she said “You have a daughter”. And I said “I have two daughters”. She asked me your names and I said “Kim and Kelly”. She said, “Christopher is trying to get Kelly to lighten up, but she’s not listening”.
I thought about that and it made sense.
Oh – she said if I smelled baby powder and there was no baby powder around that Christopher was there.
She said he’s with a large white dog. She asked if I ever had such a dog and I said no, but my parents did.
Do you remember, Ginger, the Japanese Akita? She was born 3 years before Christopher. We got her when I was in high school. I can’t explain it, but I feel he really is with Ginger. It just makes sense to me."
I have never believed, nor disbelieved psychics. I have never had an experience with a psychic. I also started crying when my told me about the pinwheels. How would she know about that? And how would she know that I worry about everything and take everything seriously.
I am taken back by this. And now I'm a little curious about psychics.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
We did a lot of walking and eating.
Richard and Kelly's list of things we ate at the fair:
- Cheese Curds (deep fried)
- Funnel Cake
- French Fries
- Root Beer Float
- Corn on the Cob
- Corn Fritters
- Bull Bites
- Deep Fried Milky Way
- Sloppy Joe on a stick
- Hot Dish on a stick
- And a variety of lemonade, water, and pop
Attendance on Saturday: 182, 277 (www.mnstatefair.org)
Princess Kay of the Milky Way butter sculpture!
Nikki and I: a couple of turkeys!
Richard eating his Deep Fried Milky Way.
Richard LOVES looking at the new trucks.
Josh and Collin, hanging out.
Friday, August 17, 2007
He came in for a close up. He smelled like a hospital and his hands were bone cold.
After exclaiming my new lenses would make my eyes better than 20/20, he handed me over to his assistant to pick out frames. He told her to collect my old glasses and put them in the ancient frames cabinet on display. I think he was joking because a smile spread across his face. I smiled back and thanked him.
I picked out new frames and paid my bill.
And I kept my old, Logger abused glasses. Just in case.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Molly's bridal locks
Sister Chelsea putting on Molly's makeup
Molly & Me: Rain, Rain, Go Away!
Ryan walking up the aisle!
Here Comes the Bride....
Ryan's Mom's reading
Mr. Sutton's adorable song!