if you look into the mirror as you pass....does that make you vain or aware
and what is the opposite of self aware
why dont cats stare in mirrors, do they not realize it's them in the reflection or do they not care

these are things i ponder in my head sometimes.....

what is the age that physical beauty starts going the other way. at what age are you at your peak beauty? *spare me with the beauty is in the eye of the beholder speech. for real.....i'd like to think that things are looking better for me since high school, college, even three years ago....so is it when the wrinkles to start to arrive, when the baby comes and you let yourself go, when certain styles are in? interesting.....hmmmm

excuse the randomness of this post....all kinds of things are flying in my head right now.....im' reading a book called "the opposite of love" once again spare me the thoughts and judgment of "shallow reading" i stare at contract all day and numbers and MAR and attrition clauses, and send over 95 emails in a morning with 5 GM's yelling at me to increase ADR and need dates.
i love it, the book i mean, well my job too for that matter. (side note number one.....a friend once told me (she worked in HR for more years than i could walk, so i believe her)
if you hate your job five days in a row....(keys words, IN A ROW) then that is when you look for a new one.
ok back to the book....
author is Julie Buxbaum
it's about a girl....who breaks up with the man who is about to propose and from the outside (and everyone else) is the perfect guy, for her, for any girl.
but something is missing and the thought of being married to him forever......no, not so much. it has more to do with her than him....
(ok so now are you thinking, a bio of kit's life?) bc i did....
big city, good job, newly broken up with the guy that everyone thought made the best couple just before he dropped the knee and big question.
but i read a quote while riding home on the #22 tonight.....

you never know when you're going to meet someone who's going to change your life. new york (but i replace this with chicago) its consistant throb of potential, can be a dangerous place for the overly imaginative, everyone you see is a posile route toward a different future.

Stealer of Imaginary Friends

So, I'm driving down the road with my friend, Lora, after going to the gym. We get into a conversation about her kiddo's imaginary jaguar. She tells me that this morning they actually had to go back into the house because the poor kid left his jaguar inside. As she told me this, I replied, "why didn't you just tell him that you'd already let the kitty out to go to the bathroom? And then whistle for him." Lora laughed and said "wow, you're good at this. Did ya have many imaginary friends when you were a kid?"


Well that got me thinking and it got me laughing. And I went to explain, "Not only did I have imaginary friends, but I had alter egos too!" My friend went to laughing and I continued to explain. "First, for some reason, I loved the name Francine. I told everyone my name was Francine. Somewhere along the way I decided that instead of being Francine, I was going to be Superman. Occasionally Clark Kent, but usually Superman. Oh, and Mom was Lois Lane, Dad was Perry White, and Kati was Jimmy Olsen. Oh, she hated that. She didn't want to be the lowly copy editor."


Lora cracks up. "I can't believe you know all their names!" she exclaims between giggles.


"You have no idea," I reply, shaking my head. "Anyway, I was Superman for awhile and I guess it was during that time that since I was no longer Francine, she became my imaginary friend. Then I added Janet and Sissyanne."


By now, Lora is rolling.


"Oh it gets worse. Sissyanne was originally Kati's imaginary friend. I stole her."


Lora nearly drives off the road. "You stole your sister's imaginary friend?! How do you steal someone's imaginary friend?!"


Again, I shook my head. "I was mean. I punked my little sister out of all kinds of stuff. It wasn't limited to imaginary friemds." I paused for a minute, thinking. "Wow. I punked my little sister out of her imaginary friend." I can't help but snicker.


Lora is still laughing. "I can't believe you. I'm going to call you 'The Stealer of Imaginary Friends'! It's going to read that on your tombstone in 90 years."


"At least I let her keep Birdyhouse," I reply, somewhat indignantly.


"Birdyhouse?!"


"Well yeah, to this day, I remember standing out in our backyard. Kati and I were arguing about who had more imaginary friends. We're both shouting names at each other. 'I have Francine!' I holler. 'Oh yeah? Well I have uh...um, Birdyhouse!' Kati yells back quite triumphantly as she looks around the backyard, search for a name. We were pretty young and since Kati was younger, she ran out of names faster. I guess when her eyes fell on a birdhouse, she thought that it would be the perfect name for her new imaginary friend. One I wouldn't think of first," I explained.


"Did you steal that one too?" Lora asked, glancing at me as she exited the highway.


I shook my head vigorously. "No, I thought that Birdyhouse was lame and I told her so."


Lora laughed again. "That's terrible."


Could it be true? Was I terrible? So I thought to myself, 'I wonder if she'd forgive me if I gave Sissyanne back...'

IN MEMORY OF......KAY BEIEN a rockstar at heart

we lost something today....someone......
someone we all strive mirror our own selves after......

with more patience than jobe...
more love than any single human could poses...

she was my fashion partner....
my number one basketball fan.....
the only person who wanted to be more tan or "brown" than me.....

loved the ocean, the beach, the sun....
notre dame and da bears.....the chicago bulls......

we laughed about nothing and talked about the people close to us.....
she knew keeli, brandy, and kristin......michael and chris....

every college girlfriend and the stories behind them....

she knew my best chicago friends even before i did......
a dear friend's grandmother and Kay were neighbors years and years ago....and who knew one day the grand daughters would be dear friends.

she was honest and fair and loving....i know....all grandmothers are right? but do all grandmothers sport your pink Christian Dior sunglasses and Guess bright pink skirts. banana republic cropped capris and nike sweat suites......

grandma - i love you more than anything...i know you are looking down saying stuff like "that's garbage" and "quite with all the fussing" "go on about your lives"

I'm sorry i never got you to maui but im sure where you are right now is much better than that silly ol island......