I grew up in a small town and didn’t really have to make new friends during my childhood. I made a few friends at the beach, but really, the kids whom I knew and had fun with were the same kids I had known my whole life. It wasn’t until I went to boarding school that I began to make new friends. I didn’t really understand the power of friendship nor did I understand the importance of staying in touch with the people who created the memories who shaped my childhood and young adult life. So, until recently, as one phase ended, I often lost touch with friends along the way. Though I consider myself a great communicator professionally, I am sad to say, I am not a good friend communicator.
It wasn’t until the revolution of Facebook that I was able to reconnect with many of the friends with whom I share cherished memories. I have always been an “in the moment” kind of person. As one chapter of my life closed, I closed that chapter of friendship and started over. Facebook changed everything- anyone you had ever known was there to find you. I’ll never forget the euphoria I felt during those first few days of being on Facebook – the rush of long-lost friends. Anyone who has joined Facebook knows that rush. It soon subsides and life continues. You may exchange a communciation here or there and oddly enough know what your 1st grade boyfriend ate for dinner, but the depth of communications don’t surpass the surface.
1997- I thought my hair looked like Meg Ryan (even took movie box - French Kiss- with me to the salon) I think I should get a refund.
But today I experienced a wonderful feeling when I realized that I had truly reconnected with a dear friend who was a major part of my life in my 20’s. We did the most silly, fun outrageous things together-ridiculous fun that we thought was soooo cool back in the day. We even shared a once in a lifetime trip to South Africa and Zimbabwe -a life changing experience for me. How I lost touch with such a special person, I do not know.
Today I received an email from K. with a list of several silly memories from the past. So fun to think about the day we met: summer camp- a where most crawl out of bed and do well to throw on a matching pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I arrived for the first day wearing a very sporty blue Polo bathing bikini (we spent our day in one of the dirtiest rivers in America…and a bathing suit from Wal-Mart was considered extravagant). I woke up an hour early to perfectly “fix” my hair and I wore a full face of make-up…oh and ever so sporty Ray Ban aviator sunglasses! She even reminded me that I rollerbladed for exercise with my bright yellow HUGE walkman…back when no one, I mean no one, was rollerblading especially on a windey country two lane road! Why she chose to be friends with me is still perplexing.
Her email reminded me how important friends are…not just in the moment…but forever. I thought that I had lost her as a friend forever, but now I know I was mistaken. Friends really are forever. And true friendships span the test of time. So, today I have a new feeling about friendships and the depth that they can go. So my something new today is the discovery of something old. Thanks K.!
Pig seems to be a theme for this week.
An inconspicuous restaurant tucked into an old part of town, Tommy’s Ham House has been a gathering spot for Gville for many years. Seemed like a perfect breakfast spot to kick-off the Camp Greenville marketing committee meetings. Quiet, friendly, great service and delish southern cuisine!
The Ham House was all I expected and more. Staying true to my diet, I avoided the grits and buttery biscuits (thought both looked quite tastey). I chose two sunny side up eggs. Eggs are a favorite for me- but I do have my standards. They must be cooked perfectly and for sunnyside up…that means that all of the yolk is runny and the whites are a bit crispy on the edges. The Ham House delivered…and with a slight flavor of country ham. I feel certain they were cooked with a little ham grease. But hey, I am from the south, and where would my diet be without a little grease (Right A.P.D!)?
Avoid washing dishes by bringing cash…no credit cards or checks.
My day was filled with tasks….responding to all of the emails I didn’t get to during last weeks meeting marathon. I had a quiet day at home and muddled my way through. Amazing how much you can accomplish without all of the incidental interruptions. At 5:00 I remembered that C. would be here tonight and I needed to dream up dinner…not to mention I still had to add something new to my day. I thought C. would be traveling this week, so when I did the grocery shopping I didn’t buy any “real” food. Just some eggs, soup and salad.
Good thing those pork loins were BOGO last week and I froze enough porkchops to last until July 4th. Not sure what I was thinking….I don’t even really like pork. Nonetheless…today I am glad I stocked the freezer.
Found this recipe for a bourbon marinade. Thought I would give it a try. Surely drunk pig is better than salty rubbed pig.
- 1/4 cup soy sauce
- 1/4 cup bourbon
- 2 tablespoons brown sugar
- 2 cloves garlic, halved
The marinade smelled interesting…kind of like a drunk frat boy who just ate a little Kung Pao Chicken- not that I would know anything about that. 2 hours marinating. C. was quite impressed that I had even thought about dinner. He normally is the week night cook.
The brown sugar created a nice crispy texture on the outside of the grilled pork. The actual flavor was a little too soy saucey for me. I think it needed a little honey. It wasn’t spectacular. I read a review of the recipe and someone mentioned adding apricot preserves to it. Perhaps we’ll try that next time.
First, let me say that we have had our share of Spring showers and I am quite tired of wet feet. So when I thought about what I could wear to a Sunday afternoon baby shower, the thought of cute shoes seemed ridiculous. It was raining cats and dogs. Trying to figure out what to wear- always a challenge-I took a little inspiration from Carrie Bradshaw and little inspiration from my dear friend Kim.
During a movie marathon yesterday, I watched Sex and the City for the millionth time and felt inspired to get a little funky. Especially now that I wear a suite mon-fri. Not enough opportunities to show my true personality.Part two of my inspiration can from Kim. She suggested that I try wearing something unexpected somewhere and share the comments I receive.
Destiny…My outfit was meant to be. I have this fabulously funky pink and blue crocheted wrap and can never seem to find the right place to wear it. Perfect. Add a little hobby horse silver pendant to hold it together and a simple white shirt as the backdrop. Outfit coming together…that’s the Carrie Bradshaw part.
Now for the Kim part- The Unexpected. Tried on my suede boots…but it was raining. Tried on my ankle boots, not perfect. Tried on ballet flats- feet would get wet. Then inspiration hit…add something unexpected – my wellies! Black with fun bright polka dots. The perfect combo and my feet would stay nice and dry.
Let’s just say that I was the ONLY one at the party with wellies. Most guests came from church so they were dressed very baby shower appropriate with dresses and heels. I wish I could say that my outfit caused a buzz…but it didn’t. I definitely think I stood out…but it wasn’t shocking. Guess I’ll have to push it farther next time.
Lesson learned…dress for the weather and no one will ever question the outfit!
I am quite stubborn. There I said it. I don’t like to be sick and I surely don’t like to go to the doctor. As a matter of fact, I don’t even have a primary care physician. As I mentioned in a previous post, I have been fighting a terrible cold, but with the events of last week, I didn’t have time to be sick. So I just pushed forward. That is, until my body said NO MORE and I found myself at the CVS minute clinic.
I heard from friends that this clinic was a great alternative to the doctor’s office. They said I probably wouldn’t have to wait at all. Ok fine…I give…I’ll go get medicine. Plus I love a good drug store. You never know what kind of treasures you can find…especially when there is a holiday. So I figured if I did have to wait, I could get some fun things for Easter.
MINUTE CLINIC. The name connotes that you wait a few minutes. 90 minutes later and the purchase of a bunch of stuff I don’t need, I finally got to see the nurse. All together, the minute clinic took 120 minutes. I’d say that they have a problem with false advertising.
I guess 120 minute clinic wouldn’t have quite the same power. But be warned…perception is not always reality.
Winter is over and it was time to get Woo a new hairdo. The long fur coat was too hot. In my quest to try new things, I decided it was time to give Woo a new hairdo. (I think that we’ll find over the course of the year that Woo will be a good target for my activities.)
Though I felt a little silly making the request at the salon (AKA- the vet’s office) they assured me that it is not such an odd request. And what was that request you ask…. Woo got a mohawk! That’s right my precious pup now proudly adorns a mohawk. And I must admit…it is bad to the bone!
Day three of three of our annual marketing summit. I kicked off the day sharing with the team some of the new tactics we will implement in the next 6 months. Stayed up late working on my presentation and woke up early to tweak. Spoke for nearly two hours and was fighting a nasty cold. Needless to say, I was exhausted by the time I made it back to Gville. All I wanted to do was curl up in the bed.
As most who know me would concur, once I set a goal, I do whatever it takes to meet the goal. So I persevered. I had to do something new even on this stressful, HARD day. So I took the easy road, no pun intended. I chose a new way to drive home from work. This route took my behind our local airport and through an industrial area. Though the route took a bit longer than my normal route, yellow bells and daffodils lined the road by the airport. The various yellow colors glistened in the sun and reminded me that Spring, a new beginning, was just around the corner.
After day one of three in our yearly marketing summit, I knew that there would not be a great deal of opportunity to try something new. Day one, I found myself daydreaming of a warm Caribbean beach. There was quite a bit of heated debate during day one and to keep my cool, I took myself to my happy place…St. John. I could feel the warm breeze and the sand between my toes.
So for day two, I stopped and purchased Orbit Mist Mango Surf gum. Never tried this flavor, but definitely thought it could add relief to 8 hours of marketing presentations.
Besides cool package, the orange gum has incredible flavor crystals. And believe it or not, it did taste a bit like mango. With one good smack..I was transported to my happy place (with a bottle of champagne in hand)!
Have you ever tried Idiazabal? No? Me neither until tonight. So I am in Charlotte for a couple of days. The Marriott I normally stay in was sold out so I am staying at the Double Tree. I figured I would count the Double Tree that I am staying in as something new for the day…until I arrived and realized that I have stayed here before (Susan C.’s deb ball). Definitely remember this hotel.
Quick on my feet- I needed to improvise and go to plan B. The day was drawing to a close. I was with 10 other colleagues so I knew trying something outrageous was out of the question…I needed an easy, SAFE new thing to report on….not so original….A new Cheese!
That’s right- Iduiazabal is a cheese. According to Wikkipedia-
“Idiazábal is a pressed cheese made from unpasteurized sheep milk, usually from Latxa and Carranzana sheep in the Basque Country and Navarre, Spain. It has a somewhat smokey flavor, but is usually un-smoked.”
The waitor said it would have a smokey flavor, but I think he was mistaken. Not so smokey. But quite good. A very mild cheese. I shared with the table and everyone thought it was quite good. Maybe I’ll have something more exciting to report tomorrow.
I’ve seen yellow peeps and I’ve seen pink peeps, but never green…until today. While picking up some walatin, I couldn’t help but browse the Easter aisle to dream about all of the delish candy that I shouldn’t eat.
Let me begin by saying that I am not a regular fan of peeps so I knew I could try these without eating all five (a big bag of m&m’s is a different story). As for the green peeps-I bit into the head thinking maybe the eyes might by chocolate, but was sorely disappointed to bite into a glob of mushy sugar-coated with crystal sugar. GROSS. YUCK. Sugar shaped like a bird in a rainbow of colors. Who thought of such a ridiculous easter tradition?