this just arrived from the stake rs president...

Dear Tara,

I was wondering if you might be available on Saturday evening February 24 to teach a 30 minute class in our stake enrichment meeting. If you are available and willing, let me know and we will assign your topic and give you more details about the evening.

We are excited at the thought of having you as one of the instructors for the classes that evening. We hope that this is something that will work out with your schedule.

I will look forward to hearing from you.

Love,

Linda


blah. i guess my days of flying under the radar may be over.

hmmm...

today i am wearing my white puffy coat with the fur lined hood. i got on the elevator this morning with one of our senior vps, who says 'hi tara. my daughter has that coat.'

his daughter is thirteen. i'm not sure what he was trying to say.

in other news, angela, kristina and i met up for dinner last night to bid adieu to kris, who is moving to raleigh this weekend. angela will be heading to florida in a couple of months, so it would seem, that the gang is all heading their seperate ways. except for me, who doesn't seem to be able to get out of here, and elena, who probably won't go anywhere for awhile--what with a baby on the way and all.

at any rate, angela gave kristina and i going away presents. her logic is flawed (as i seem to be going nowhere fast), but not one to turn down a gift, i happily accepted.

her gift was a book called 'angry little girls.' that also made me wonder if i was missing a hidden message. at any rate, it is entertaining me.

and when i finish it, i might have to move on to 'boys are stupid, throw rocks at them.'

cingular, here i come...

i've been a verizon customer for a long time. i don't even remember how long really. but it looks like come june, i am going to have to bite the bullet and switch (kelly, stop doing your happy dance, it's really quite embarrassing. for both of us).

why the switch, you might ask....and if you are asking, i say simply, duh.

truth be told, i've been considering making this switch for a couple of months, as a result of the blackberry pearl, which i've been lusting after. but now, it seems as though the decision has been made. and if you are done being offended, i guess i'll explain. it's because this is going to be initially exclusive to cingular.

is it hot in here?

usually, i fight myself (unsuccessfully) to not be the first one in line when a cool geeky product comes out (especially when it's apple, because they seem to have problems with first runs), i also know myself well enough to know that it is a losing battle. and june is entirely too far away.

p.s. has anyone else noticed how much i like using the phrase 'truth be told.' i just did. i guess it makes the name of this blog even more apropos.

a complaint for the weatherman

this morning, i woke up and something was wrong. it could have been the fact that i was inexplicably up very early. it could have been the fact that i somehow managed to pull my back, and cannot bend more than 20 degrees. it could have been knowing that i would spend most of the day preparing a lesson that would make me ill to present.

but no. it was something much bigger. something i couldn’t put my finger on. it is a beautiful day, and aside from the minor exceptions noted above, i have not a care in the world. life is good. so what was wrong?

i took a lesson break and was perusing through some of corey’s pics from his holiday in utah, and it hit me. it was seeing that first picture with snow in it that made me realize--it’s january 6 and it’s 70 degrees. there is something wrong about that.

don’t get me wrong, i love warm weather. i love wearing flip-flops and shorts and t-shirts. i love everything that warm weather usually implies. but more than i love warm weather, i love the seasons. all four of them. it is one of the advantages to living here is that you actually get all four of them. and they are pretty evenly spread out. by the time each season winds down, i find myself excited for the next one. and there is a part of me that feels like i’ve been waiting. and waiting. and waiting. (story of my life, right?)

it’s not as though i relish the idea of bitter cold mornings, wearing four layers, fingers you can’t feel, and breath you can see. but then again, maybe i do. i love curling up in front of the fire, and hot cocoa, and taking the dog out in the morning when the noise of the world seems muted with a blanket of white.

normally, my quick lunch escape today would have put a smile on my face. seeing all the people walking their dogs, and topless jeeps and convertibles, and children on bicycles and skateboards would have yielded a simple perfect pleasure. but not today. today i longed to see people shoveling snow off their driveways and throwing snowballs, and it just was not meant to be.

i know that winter will eventually come. and when it does, i will likely yearn for days like today. but for now, enough is enough!

this is so inappropriate

but i nearly fell out of my chair laughing, and had to share...