July 18, 2011

Potpourri.

1. Kyla met Kai and Kyle, the two masterminds behind Indosole, over sushi in Orange County last April. Their new company uses discarded tires from Indonesian motorbikes to create some pretty cool kicks. These guys have finally taken their website live, so check it out, will you? (And watch "The Process" video.)

2. In what might be the best mistake I've ever made, I left a bag of groceries at Sally's apartment before leaving for Chicago for the weekend. After discovering my mistake, I told her to use up what she could. And boy howdy, did she ever. She filled my freezer with baked goods that I've been too impatient to thaw out before eating (who'd have thought brownies were good frozen?). I don't know if her talent is learned or God-given, but she makes me want to be a better woman.

3. Mom has dubbed herself "The Bird Whisperer" after finding and approaching a dove on the back patio at home the past two nights.

"It's back. What does this mean?" she asked tonight.







































4. In response to the bevy of emails and texts I got regarding my plasma scars, rest assured that what I'm doing is pretty much 100% safe and legal. In all likelihood, there are no negative immediate or long-term repercussions to my frequent, consistent donating. I'm pretty sure of this.

5. Big thank you to the Colborn family for sharing this intimate family portrait for my readers:



July 14, 2011

Dallas, This One's for You.

See those sketchy looking scars on my arms?

Those are for you.

Every needle poke and gallon of plasma sucked from my body brings me $30 closer to visiting.

I'm in grad school, and times are hard.

Scholarship money should probably go to food and books and other things of that nature.

But...we'll see.

Like I said. Times are hard.





















Rog.

I might have a problem.

It wasn't long into my new job when this showed up on my desk one morning:




















In my defense, I started at the same time as Wimbledon and had one of my two screens showing live updates. It wasn't a good tournament for Roger, but never mind that. I didn't bring it up until I was asked for whom I was rooting.

They probably saw the sparkle in my eye.

Then came the notes:




















"Kyla, I love watching you work."




















"I think I should retire, Kyla."

I have a sneaking suspicion the Nadal fan in the office was behind this one.





















"Tell me about your long day at work while I massage your feet with my strong tennis star hands."




















"Kyla, you're a sweetheart. I want to take you to Dubai..."






















"Your beautiful face has me paralyzed. Haven't swam a lap in weeks..."




















"That lady was CRAY CRAY. Let's snuggle..."

Ridiculous, but it keeps me laughing and in love with my coworkers.