a new wave of completely unintentional stalking

Somehow, my insurance agent ended up on my gchat list and I haven't removed her cause, I don't know, I kind of like checking her status.

Also, we had a class together in college. And I know what sorority she was in and what high school she went to. And where she worked after she left and/or went on hiatus from the insurance agency.

Come on, I know I'm not the only person like this.

a day in the life

At naptime in my school, it is my job to help the children get to sleep. This sometimes involves sitting next to them, covering them up with their blankets, and removing contraband from their cots (ie: sticks broken off baskets, glass beads, feathers, Legos, etc.).

Today, I saw one little girl, who I had repeatedly covered already, playing with a string that I thought maybe she had found on the floor. I took it from her hand and realized that it was not, in fact, a string from the floor. It was a loooong strand of snot that she had been dangling in the air from her fingers.

I was holding a big snot strand. She got me.

Sufjan everywhere I go

snow falling

walk to a craft fair in the neighborhood

beautiful old church architecture

meet friends

pick up cocoa

fall asleep to Elf

make my potato soup

Christmas music

all three roomies

...more friends to come

wine and games

hello, Saturday

links to replace my lack of inspiration

I've been a bad blogger. Perhaps I haven't experienced any good anecdotes lately? And I've already posted and reposted all my seasonal posts in years previous. You know...holiday poetry, best and worst Christmas music, holiday nostalgia...

Well, Pandora just told me the Jacksons are going to have a new series on A&E. I think that's silly. Other silly series:

I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant
My Monkey Baby

One thing technology has done for us is exposed us to the reality that things like dressing up monkeys and treating them as humans is not as uncommon as we once thought.

a lost memory retrieved

When I was a freshman and sophomore in college, I had a pseudo-stalker. I use that phrase because I think the term 'stalker' should be reserved for appropriate cases. (Another story for another day.) 

Anyway, his name was Billy Gray and he was a swimmer at Harvard. Or so he said over AOL Instant Messenger. The story checked out through Google, but of course, this character could have been someone I knew. Someone masquerading as the completely existent person bearing this easily invented name. 

I mean, in 6th grade, someone in my class created a petition to get a dress-down day (read: you could wear jeans to school) and signed false names on it, such as Bob Spoon. Once again, completely existent, yet completely fabricated. Once again, I digress.

Every so often, Billy Gray would IM me for who knows what reason. Not an incredibly interesting story, just one I wanted to document before I forget him forever.

If you are the person formerly known as Billy Gray, please let me know. Does anyone else remember him? Farrell?