July 27, 2000
More gifts arrived yesterday: one was a new cookbook from Melissa (Julia and Jacques are so wonderful together) and a fragrance ring and oil from Tamma. Both were great choices. Both are very much appreciated by the recipient. (Thank you very much, ladies!)
We had dinner at Casa Gallardo Grill last night in honor of Melissa's birthday. The company was wonderful, the food was ok, and the service was pretty poor. All in all, we had a terrific time. Melissa has excellent taste in guest lists. :) (Sure wish Bubba, Mike and Beth could've been there too!)
This has been a strange week. I've been trying to get one simple thing done all week long, and outside factors have combined to make it extremely difficult (impossible so far) to finish this thing up. I thought I'd finish it up on Monday, yet here it is Thursday and I'm still working on the thing. Bleargh.
People are sure odd sometimes, you know? Yesterday I talked to someone who I used to think a lot of, but who pretty much trashed our relationship on his way out the door. He wanted to apologize for the hurtful things he'd said all those months ago. Thing is, even though I do forgive him, I still feel hurt. I'm sure I'll get over it, but some hurts just don't fade that fast, I guess. What I can't forgive yet though, is the hurt he caused other people I care about. I have this strange personality trait: I can forgive you almost any kind of hurt you cause me. Hurt people I care about and I am going to have a much more difficult time of it.
Why do people have to hurt each other that way anyhow? What is it in us that lets us do and say things that are specifically intended to cause pain? I don't understand it at all.
Ah, this is too depressing.
Vacation is just about 7 work days away, and I'm starting to get excited. I have no huge plans. Blake and Gwen would like us to drive down for a couple of days, but I'm still concerned about Chelsea. The thought of putting her in a kennel for several days right now seems wrong. But we'll see.
Becky did a fantastic job with Divamind yesterday. It's snappy, it's pretty, it's funny, it has style! Woo-Hoo! Nice work. It must be nice to have that kind of vision. Here I am, 2 months into it and still haven't come up with a design I like for this place (much less, poor Purling). I'm very impressed.
Dave is impressive, isn't he? The thoughts he has and the way he expresses them are endlessly surprising to me. As he said, it's easier sometimes to write at someone than to them, or talk to them directly, so I hope Dave will forgive me for going about it this way. But I can't see myself walking up to him and saying this stuff.
Although I know Dave as a very nice person who is always willing to help me with anything I might need at work, I don't know him too well. That's one of the beauties of these journals. Through them, I am learning all sorts of things about friends as well as acquaintances. It has reminded me how important it is to stop and look around once in awhile. Otherwise, you might miss something or someone of substance.
This comes up because, while reading his latest entries, I was struck (stricken?) by an ongoing theme there. (Actually, Steph does this a lot too.) They are constantly trying to make themselves better. Rather than succumbing to the human tendency to bemoan what is, they think about and actively work on what might be. I admire that very much.
Note: You know, since both he and I are pretty quiet it could take us years to ever have a meaningful conversation. (Heck, it's already been years and we still haven't done it! :) Anyway, now that I've probably embarassed the poor man, I better stop... for now. (cackle)
Goofiest question asked at dinner last night: "Do you think they have an 'Idiot's Guide to Laser Eye Surgery'?" I really do worry about David sometimes.
Most amazing statement made at dinner last night: "My high school commencement speech was given in Spanish because that's the only language most of the class spoke." (This wouldn't be amazing if the speaker had grown up in Mexico or Spain. But this person graduated from High School in Texas. Texas!)
Funniest statement made at dinner last night: "You know that part in The Patriot where the cannonball flies straight at the camera? Annie was the only one who didn't duck." (If you don't know Annie, the only way to explain the humor of this is to point out that she is a bit umm.. accident-prone.)
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