Archive for February, 2008



You have a beautifully regal neckline and your collar bone is stunning. -Carol

You are a great writer. -Marc

I think so highly of you and I would love to work with you again in the future. –Brenda


These are all compliments I’ve received in the past. I’m sure the people who paid me these compliments don’t even remember saying them. But I remember.

A couple months ago, I was getting ready with my sister. We were at my apartment putting on our makeup and we started talking about blush. She explained that she likes putting on blush because of a compliment I gave her. Apparently several years ago at my mom’s wedding, I told her, “You do a great job applying your blush – your cheeks always look great!”

I don’t remember paying my sister this compliment, but six years later she still does. It’s funny how a seemingly simple compliment can have such a positive impact. The praise becomes ingrained in us – a part of us. We are touched at the sincerity and flattered by the attention.

So, then next time your mom gets a stunning new haircut, or your coworker delivers an eloquent presentation, be sure to tell them. It will make their day and it may even stick with them for life.


the sicko

Sorry for the infrequent posting last week – I’ve been feeling a little under the weather. I spent most of the weekend sniffling, sneezing and sleeping which doesn’t make for very exciting posts.

I should have known this was coming. Every year, there is a point in the cold/flu season when I stop feeling sympathetic for “the sicko” and start getting mad. I usually wake up the next day sick – which is what happened this time. It’s karma. 

In my defense, I’m never mad at the newly sick or the mildly sick. I get angry at the sicko.  You know who I’m talking about. There is a sicko in every office. If you haven’t identified yours yet, they aren’t hard to find. Just follow the sound of constant nose blowing and endless coughing. The sicko is the person who has been hacking and complaining about being sick for three weeks straight. They provide daily updates on the color of their phlegm and their rising fevers. Despite everyone’s advice, they are still coming to work and they still have not gone to the doctor. It’s like they want an award for working while sick – like they are so important and dedicated. 

I believe the sickos of the world enjoy being sick. They savor the sympathy. They relish the attention. And they thoroughly enjoy hashing out the details of their ailments.  They are too self-absorbed to realize that everyone else is totally grossed out. Please sicko, I beg you, go home. 

Now that I’ve written this post, karma is probably going to hit me with pneumonia or something horrible.  Oh well, it had to be said. 


work friends

Let’s be honest.  Work is work.  Sometimes the work is exciting and fulfilling. And sometimes the work is boring and mundane.  But at the end of the day, it’s still work.  You wouldn’t be there 8+ hours a day for free.

But, since you have to be there for the majority of your day, shouldn’t you like your team? This evening, I had drinks with a couple work friends and it reminded me of how much I like the people I work with. Talk about a group of smart, capable and REALLY witty people – love them. Work friends are so important – they keep us sane. They play a different role than “outside” friends. In fact, sometimes you see your work friends more than your “outside” friends. Work friends understand the company dynamics and individual personalities. They provide an outlet for venting. A reason to laugh. And an excuse to take a break.  For me, it’s the people that make work enjoyable – hearing their stories, living their drama and celebrating their successes.  Even though today was an especially hectic work day, I feel lucky because I work with such fabulous people.


proud to be a seattleite

What a fantastic place to live! Seattle was recently ranked #8 on the greenest cities list by Popular Science. It also was the home to 3 of Esquire Magazine’s “Best Sandwiches in America”. A green city with delicious sandwiches, what more could you want in a city?!


valentine’s day

Unfortunately, Derek and I had to spend Valentine’s Day apart this year so I don’t have a romantic story to share. Instead, I’d like to share one of my favorite love songs. It’s “The Book of Love” by Peter Gabriel.  You can listen to it by clicking here. The lyrics are simplistic, sincere and moving. It makes me cry every time. Enjoy!


dental update

As you may remember from yesterday’s post, I was having extreme anxiety about going to the dentist. Well, today I was brutally reminded why I don’t go to the dentist.  Here’s the short version of the story. 


  • Cavities: 1
  • Crowns needed: 1 (aren’t crowns for grandparents? Just hand me a cane too while you’re at it)
  • Hours for deep cleaning needed: 4 (need to schedule that appt – fun)
  • Braces Needed: Yes (but not likely going to happen anytime soon – boo, hiss, snarl)
  • Baby Teeth Remaining: 5
  • Extra teeth in mouth: 1
  • Wisdom Teeth: Nope (never had ‘em.  I swear. They called me “especially evolved”)
  • Plaque condition: Good
  • Gum condition: Fair


  • Nitrous Oxide (overall, it’s pretty decent stuff)
  • The staff was friendly
  • The hygienist actually described himself as “smokin’ hot”.  Hilarious.


  • Nausea that followed the appt – probably from the nitrous oxide
  • The staff reassuring me that I am a freak and a modern medical miracle. 
  • The really fun and detailed dental plan that they put together for me – complete with a budget.  As if my parents didn’t spend enough freaking money on my teeth, now I have to too. Awesome. Effing awesome. 

dental anxiety

I am ashamed to say that it has been a little over five years since I’ve been to the dentist. I’m not really sure where those five years went and I have no excuse for not going. But now that it’s been so long, I’m really nervous about going.

I suspect that my dental issues are deep rooted. As a child, I had mangled teeth. I’m talking ugly, crooked, buck teeth. As if that wasn’t torture enough, I had a severe overbite. I suffered through five years of orthodontics during which my mouth housed every possible dental contraption known to mankind: braces, retainers, spacers, head gear (2 different kinds), rubber bands, etc. I had one retainer that I still remember vivdly – it was called a Bionator. I know, it sounds like a weapon of mass destruction. It clamped my upper and lower jaw together at all times, so I had to learn how to talk without opening my mouth. Not very much fun for a 4th grader. One dentist actually turned my mouth into a case study to discuss and ponder at his weekly dental meetings. I think he thought this would make me happy, but instead I recoiled in disgust.

In 9th grade, they finally removed my braces and I cried all day. Of course I was happy to get them off, but I felt like I was losing a part of myself. Without them, I looked different and my teeth felt slimy.

I’m sure tomorrow will be fine (I’m hoping they can give me nitrous oxide to curb my anxiety). I know I need to break my dental boycott before all of my teeth fall out. I fully suspect that I have a mouthful of cavities. They will marvel at my five remaining baby teeth and doubt me when I tell them I’ve never had wisdom teeth. I hope my kids get my husband’s teeth.

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