Nope, nothing.

Here's the problem: I wish I would blog more often. I have half a dozen drafts started, but after a few sentences I realize that I am not funny, my life is not very entertaining, and I am a terrible speller, especially considering I edit for a living.

Anyway, my roommate Denise is funny. And she somehow makes life seem pretty amusing. Read her blog and just pretend that it's me writing. Problem solved.

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Henry and Anthony and cupcakes

My roommates and I used to be pretty good about remembering to set out the trash on Thursday nights. Occasionally we would forget and have to set it out Friday morning before rushing off to work, but we usually remembered. But then my roommate Denise got laid off (she has a new job now) and was home on Friday mornings. And she discovered that if we forgot to set out the trash, the “sanitation engineers” would ring the doorbell and wait for Denise to get out of bed, open the garage door, and bring out the trash. This became an (almost) weekly ritual, and Denise even got to know them. Their names are Henry and Anthony, and they said she looks like Michelle Obama, which is kind of true.

We really appreciate the fact that these men take time out of their morning to ring the doorbell and wait for Denise, so this week we decided to do something to thank them. We made some cupcakes, sealed them up in Tupperware, put a note on top, and left them outside for Henry and Anthony to pick up.

Denise woke up in time to watch Henry and Anthony from her window this morning. She said before they even noticed the cupcakes, Anthony saw that our trash was actually out on the curb and gave a big two thumbs up.

It’s nice to know that they’re cheering for us, don’t you think? I really hope they like their cupcakes.

Moab

Do you ever feel restless? I do. I just couldn't sit still this week. I wanted to do something.

Luckily my restlessness coincided with a couple of my friends' adventurousness, so tonight we played "Pin the donkey on the map." (If you don't know the rules, you can ask Micah.) The winning donkey landed in Moab, so at 5 pm tomorrow, off we go!

Don't know much about Moab? Here's a picture:

It's supposed to be kinda cold. Highs near 40ish, lows near 20ish. And we're bringing a tent. So I've packed my wool socks, all the long-sleeved shirts I own, and at least three jackets. 

I love adventures …

Pretty (or things I like part 3)

I took this picture from the driveway of my office while leaving work today. Isn't the view gorgeous?

home for the holidays

So I'm home in Oregon for Christmas. The house is all decked out for the holidays and my mom has made all kinds of goodies, with more to come today.

My mom decorated before I got home, and when she finished, she asked my dad to put the leftover ornaments and decorations out in the garage. But, of course, he didn't. Instead, he did his own decorating.

Merry Christmas!

One week until Christmas

I bought my last Christmas present yesterday. Aren't you proud? Now I'm slowly wrapping them. I can only do one or two before I get really frustrated and give up. I am not a good gift-wrapper.

Also I made this scarf for a friend (I won't say which friend in the tiny chance she reads this). Isn't is cool? I'm fairly impressed that I was able to crochet it. It uses a double-triple stitch, which I think sounds pretty professional. But as impressed as I am with my crocheting skills, I'm even more impressed with people who can come up with patterns. I have no concept of how they can even imagine how to turn yarn into a scarf.

At work we're moving cubicles. We moved at Christmas last year, so I'm guessing it's some sort of Cook tradition that HR forgot to tell me about. Everyone around me has already moved, but my new cube hasn't even been built yet. It's a little lonely by myself, so I hope they move me before Christmas. If not, I'm afraid I'll start talking to myself and going a little crazy. Doesn't it seem like moving desks should be the subject of an episode of The Office? I mean, seriously, can't you just imagine Dwight trying to direct movers and Jim coming up with an awesome prank to play on him? I think the writers of The Office should probably hire me.

0

It is cold. 0 degrees in fact, and that's in Fahrenheit. In Celsius it's even colder. My roommate Denise says I'm a wuss for complaining about the cold. But if you can't complain about 0 degrees, what can you complain about?

I think someone forgot to turn on the heat in my office today. My coworker has a temperature gauge, and it was 54 degrees this morning. People were sitting at their desks in their winter coats and scarves. One guy even had ear muffs on.

And technically, it's not even winter yet. Yikes!