tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23176092011-04-21T13:57:01.885-05:00It's thoughts like these that keep me up at night...lesnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1103312035826555782004-11-03T13:33:00.000-06:002004-12-17T13:33:55.826-06:00

It's my birthday. I'm 30. I thought it would hurt to turn 30. It doesn't. I think short sentences are really cool.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1103311985791372462004-10-09T13:32:00.000-05:002004-12-17T13:33:05.790-06:00

Yes, I'm alive. Yes, I'm happy. Yes, I'm sure.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1088332260098762862004-06-27T05:30:00.000-05:002004-06-27T05:32:24.786-05:00

I gave up on sleep at 4:09 a.m. For some reason, time moves slower when you’re unsuccessfully trying to sleep. I gave it a good effort. I laid still for two hours and relaxed. I tried to shut my brain off, listen to Brian’s slow steady breathing, and follow suit. It just wasn’t happening. One of Brian’s best friends was driving drunk and ended up in a terrible car accident tonight. He was

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1079983936172708792004-03-16T13:30:00.000-06:002004-03-22T13:34:44.140-06:00

We're leaving for Italy in one month!!!

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1079984079071545922004-03-15T13:34:00.000-06:002004-03-22T13:37:22.450-06:00

It's date week. Mon - coffee and dinner out Tues- Wild game Wed - Out with the girls Thurs- Guthrie Theater Friday- Collapse in a pile of exhaustion

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1076709314625865882004-02-13T15:55:00.000-06:002004-02-13T15:57:04.390-06:00

"We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it to our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come . . . . There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1076709250976647432004-02-13T15:54:00.000-06:002004-02-13T15:56:00.750-06:00

It's been one of those day. I mean those days. It started out with stubbing my toe on the corner of the bed and ending up getting to the gym 5 min late for spin class. I spent 20 minutes on the stairclimber, shower and get dressed in a cute - but very uncomfortable outfit. I now remember why I don't wear this skirt. I step into my office and hear my coworker clomp in behind me. She starts to

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1076708613186929552004-02-11T15:43:00.000-06:002004-02-13T15:45:40.860-06:00

I'm becoming more patient. I'm working out 5 times a week. The two are directly related.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1073937058340526252004-01-12T13:50:00.000-06:002004-01-12T13:52:16.936-06:00

So what do you do when one of your husband's closest friends is an alcoholic? What do you do when your plans are continually altered or spoiled because this said friend? What do you do when you start to feel like your husband puts this said friend in front of you in importance? What do you say when you don't say anything because you don't want to appear to be the bitchy wife? Who do you

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1073937232000598892004-01-11T07:50:00.000-06:002004-01-12T13:55:10.546-06:00

One of my co-workers died. He was an amazing man. The kind of person that you can't help but like. We'll miss you Joe.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1073937270289984702003-12-26T01:54:00.000-06:002004-01-12T13:56:08.186-06:00

Hi! I got an IPod for Christmas! I'm so excited!!

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1070899708432876972003-12-08T10:08:00.000-06:002003-12-08T10:09:12.046-06:00

Grrrr.... My parents are retired. My sister-in-law is on sabbatical. My brother is a paternity leave for 10 weeks. But, I'm here.... at work.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1070463453398485192003-12-03T08:57:00.000-06:002003-12-03T08:58:11.373-06:00

Did you know that if you're nauseous .... you should take a whiff of an alcohol wipe and it will ease the nausea? I didn't know that until last night when we were at the hospital with Brian's dad.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1069696946922658012003-11-19T10:01:00.000-06:002003-11-24T12:03:29.576-06:00

grieving the loss of a friend

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1069082368243474502003-11-17T09:19:00.000-06:002003-11-17T09:28:48.060-06:00

The girl talk topic of the weekend was depression: postpartum and postnuptial. They're very similar, but only one is recognized. And unfortunately, I am not that one. This morning, I almost signed my maiden name. It made me think about Single Lesley and I realized that I still miss her. Not all the time, like I used to.... just sometimes.... like this morning when I signed her name and

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1069082328596617102003-11-09T09:17:00.000-06:002003-11-17T09:20:09.560-06:00

Soren Carl Born this morning at 12:45am (or so) 7lbs, 9oz 21" long Totally kissable.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1068229640432409472003-11-07T12:27:00.000-06:002003-11-07T12:27:18.363-06:00

She looked around her, smiled and said, "Yes, it is perfect."

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1067975060936641202003-11-04T13:44:00.000-06:002003-11-04T14:02:00.703-06:00

I wasn't looking forward to 29. I took the day off of work in anticipation of or not handling 29 with grace. I went to the gym, took a few phone calls from family and friends and then headed out for a little shopping. I spent my birthday spending my hard earned credit rating at the Mall of America. Normally, I'm not a mall-goer but I'm in dire need of clothes that fit and it's the closest to me..

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1067973415982191382003-11-03T13:16:00.000-06:002003-11-04T14:03:38.123-06:00

Today, I'm twenty-nine. Doesn't feel as old as I thought it would. Today, I've been married for six months. Doesn't feel as long as I thought it would. Happy birthday/monthaversary to me.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1067977264965523262003-10-31T14:21:00.000-06:002003-11-04T14:23:28.170-06:00

It's my birthday week. Friday is Halloween - Dinner at Highland Grill, Tricks at the Tunnel of Terror with Dawn and Karl and then Buca for treats. Saturday is Brave New Workshop. Sunday is brunch with my family. Monday is my day to myself and dinner with Brian at the 128. Tuesday is birthday lunch with the girls at work. Wednesday is over to Maureen's for dinner and girl time with Amanda

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1065710463289899102003-10-09T09:41:00.000-05:002003-10-09T09:41:26.913-05:00

I broke my toe. It's not a bad break ... it's really just a cracked middle toe, but it hurts like a bugger. There's nothing they can do for it. (they being licensed medical professionals) It was so embarrassing to have it checked out. The doctor asked me what I was doing.... and of course I tell the truth, "I was walking." He smirked, "What did you kick?" "I kicked the table leg." "Did you

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1064422386029121812003-09-24T11:53:00.000-05:002003-09-24T11:53:05.443-05:00

Leaving for Mexico at 6:45am. I'm going to attempt to pack as light as possible. I would really like to carry-on and not have to check a bag. We're only going to be gone for 5-6 days. All I really need is a couple swimsuits, a sun dress, two pairs of shorts and a couple shirts. Oh, and my sunglasses, a hat, sandals and a couple books for lounging by the ocean. Oh, and I can't forget my

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1063823776513350622003-09-17T13:36:00.000-05:002003-09-17T13:36:16.136-05:00

Something is wrong with me. I don't want to have a baby right now. I really don't. The timing is all wrong and I want to be married for awhile before we strap ourselves down socially and economically with a child. We're going to Italy in April and there is no way I could do that trip if I was pregnant or had a child. We're finally starting to get ahead financially and there's no way we would

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1063644566250456862003-09-15T11:49:00.000-05:002003-09-15T11:51:17.303-05:00

There is a phase of marriage that hits shortly after you move in together and start to live day to day to day to endless, meaningless day... I like to call this stage, the: I Don't Even Like Him - How Could I Have Married Him? phase. During this time you begin to discover who this person is, day in and day out... and in again and out. The dreamy thoughts of "We're going to be together forever"

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1060028804523190022003-08-04T15:26:00.000-05:002003-08-04T15:26:44.496-05:00

It's a bad day. (it's been a bad month) I needed a pick me up, so I picked me up some flowers. A beautiful bunch sent to my office, just for me. I feel better. I forgot that sometimes you have to toot your own horn, pat yourself on the back and buy yourself some flowers. Because married or single.... you are your own best friend.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1057849142527239982003-07-10T09:59:00.000-05:002003-07-10T09:59:02.523-05:00

I wish I had someone who would understand that this is much harder than I'm making it appear. I look around me and wonder, "Are the memories really sweeter than it was?" Am I wrong for thinking things like this? Am I wrong for wanting more? Is it sinful to look back and wonder? Will it get easy?

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1057766744611968242003-07-09T11:05:00.000-05:002003-07-10T10:29:06.926-05:00

This morning I ran 5.6 miles and half listened to Belinda Jensen tell me about the immending storms heading our way. "Coming into the western metro and sweeping across the city...." Blah blah blah... My present mind was virtually blank. "In one ear and out the other", my grandmother would say. I stared out the window and let my thoughts wander from memory to memory. No one memory staying longer

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1057680337953657032003-07-08T11:05:00.000-05:002003-07-10T10:28:10.886-05:00

I got up early this morning and went to the gym before work. It was nice to have some time to myself. I headed to the treadmill and set up my program for the morning. As the warm-up finished, I remembered what my college running buddy, Sam told me. "There are two types of runners.... people who run from and people who run to. You have to figure out what motivates you today and then focus on that

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1057065432186253742003-07-01T08:17:00.000-05:002003-07-01T08:17:12.243-05:00

Happy Canada Day to my dear Canadian friends! Elisabeth, Aquila, Andrea, Davin... and all the other ones that I'm missing. I was in early to work this morning. Trying to get a couple things done before the masses are here and my phone starts ringing. But, I haven't really accomplished much in the last hour. Good intentions... alas no salsa. It's going to be hot, hot, hot here today. I opted

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1056635737752518182003-06-26T08:55:00.000-05:002003-06-26T09:06:22.790-05:00

This cracks me up... My dad wants an A6 bad, real bad. But, my mom won't let him. So, now he has resorted to trying to lure Brian out of his. My dad and Brian's little email exchange before we left for Milwaukee for the weekend: From: Dennis Sackreiter Sent: Thursday, June 19, 2003 12:41 PM To: Brian McDougall Subject: Weekend Travel Brian: I feel sorry for you driving all the way to

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1056055383081021542003-06-19T15:43:00.000-05:002003-06-19T15:52:31.030-05:00

Coffee Break I have a fabulous coffee cup. It holds just the right amount of coffee, keeps it warm and never spills. This afternoon, I was working and exchanging nice little emails with a friend when I realized that my coffee cup was empty. So, I headed over to the coffee room (Yes, we have a room dedicated to coffee) and ran into Julia. Now, Julia has recently started selling vitamins and

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1055900083017415402003-06-17T20:34:00.000-05:002003-06-17T20:34:42.880-05:00

Busy - busy - so very busy. Will update soon. Hopefully will resume life soon.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-1054828090887381902003-06-05T10:48:00.000-05:002003-06-05T10:48:10.916-05:00

The other morning when I was driving to work I heard the perfect song..... BUT I CAN'T REMEMBER IT! I know the tune and I can hum it in my head - but the rest of it, I forgot! The artist - unknown. The chorus - gone. Ugh. Worse than having a song stuck in your head. Worse than not remembering the second verse. I can usually search for lyrics or a song title - but I can't search for a tune. I wish

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-952331562003-06-03T07:13:00.000-05:002003-06-05T10:47:28.190-05:00

As if I didn't have enough change in my life... now Elisabeth is moving back to Canada. I knew it was coming, but it's still sad. After two years of living together and three to four years filled with fond memories of early morning coffeeshop visits, extended happy hours and long nights on crowded dance floors - it's all over. I knew it was coming, but it's still sad. She's been my right hand

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-951920692003-06-02T09:27:00.000-05:002003-06-02T09:27:42.500-05:00

I've been trying out Brian's new title... My husband will pick up the drycleaning. My husband does not like pickles. My husband thinks there is a hole in the exhaust system. I need to schedule a dentist appointment for my husband. It still sounds weird to me.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-951636582003-06-01T16:00:00.000-05:002003-06-01T16:00:31.890-05:00

I spent the morning and afternoon with my grandmother at the nursing home. She's convinced that she was supposed to be moved to the Spooner nursing home today because they're going to become a medicare approved site - today. "As of June 1" she'd repeat... "As of June 1!" She's wrong. She's wrong about a lot of things these days... my husbands name, how much my aunt weighs, which one of her

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-947536552003-05-22T15:43:00.000-05:002003-05-22T15:48:11.000-05:00

Punchy It's raining. I've been cooped up in meetings all day and by 3:30... I'm beyond punchy. I'm just plain weird. The last meeting I was in was an update on the project that I was assigned in February. We were originally given a deadline of May 1. But, you and I both know that deadlines are nothing more than speedbumps in the project outline roadmap. My Boss: We missed our May deadline.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-942072172003-05-12T10:25:00.000-05:002003-05-12T10:25:48.550-05:00

I'm back at work today. It's amazing how much everything can NOT change here when so much has changed at home. In my absence from the work world, I've come to this conclusion: I am a person that needs to work. I could not be a full time stay at home mom. (Even though it sounds incredibly enticing at times) Although my need for work, doesn't necessarily have to be financially rewarding. (Sorry

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-937466522003-05-04T09:57:00.000-05:002003-05-04T09:57:50.913-05:00

I'm married! Everything was perfect.... especially my groom. Off honeymooning.... -Lesley McDougall

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-931812252003-04-24T10:16:00.000-05:002003-04-24T10:16:32.710-05:00

Whoa... I just had a moment. You know, one of those moments where everything is clear... very, very clear and you can see everything for exactly what it is. This is how I am different from my single friends: I have come to terms with Love. We now understand each other. Love is not an intense longing that makes us do crazy things. It doesn't cause us to stay up all night or lose our appetite.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-930878742003-04-22T22:09:00.000-05:002003-04-22T22:09:30.920-05:00

I thought when my house sold, I'd be finished with the daily treks of various people through the house. I forgot about the appraiser, the FHA inspector and the Orkin Man. (okay, the last one is by choice... I have carpenter ants that march in under my screen door whenever I have the front door open (which is a story until itself.. but I digress)) Tomorrow, it's the appraiser that's coming

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-930870402003-04-22T21:56:00.000-05:002003-04-22T21:56:17.506-05:00

my life has always been a bit of a sitcom... that's why I write. The last episode of "This is My Life" opens with getting my picture taken while a reporter asks me questions. As the photographer poses me, I have a sudden epiphany: I hate having my picture taken. I hate publicity. My smile gets less natural and fear washes over my face when the reporter says, "Great! I think I have everything I

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-926511212003-04-15T09:26:00.000-05:002003-04-15T09:26:31.793-05:00

It's a good day. My house went on the maket last Thursday and it sold today! I only had to go through 5 days of showings. The people that bought it are Andrew and Lesley. Same names as me and my brother.... even spelled the same way. Is it a sign? I don't know.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-923049572003-04-09T13:14:00.000-05:002003-04-09T13:14:32.840-05:00

What am I doing here? Ever have those moments where you all of a sudden stop, look around and ask yourself, "What am I doing here?" I've had two today, before noon.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-919809222003-04-04T07:50:00.000-06:002003-04-09T13:15:14.000-05:00

One month to go. One month to go. April showers bring.... May weddings. Yesterday was one month exactly. As the day went by, I would look at my clock and think, "One month from right now, I'll be meeting my bridesmaids at the church... One month from right now, we'll be saying our vows.... One month from right now, we'll be riding on the trolley to our reception.... One month from right now,

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-909936662003-03-19T09:06:00.000-06:002003-03-26T14:11:34.000-06:00

Dance with a man named Raul or Pablo Paint a room orange Be a truly secret Santa Pass the bar exam Play the piano (lounge style) and take requests Spend an day at a spa Head a Habitat project Exchange hand written letters with a long-distance friend Take a sabbatical Kiss under the Eiffel Tower Have a secret ingredient Read all the classics Get my hair cut short Pay for someone's dinner

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-909319062003-03-18T10:56:00.000-06:002003-03-18T11:14:13.000-06:00

Last night was serene and perfect. I met Elisabeth at Southdale for a little shopping/registering. Found a fabulous whitebasket-weave/French cuff shirt on sale at Banana Republic. I stopped at Target and Byerlys. Came home and made dinner for myself. I talked to Brian while I did the dishes. Then, I read my book, soaked in the tub and crawled into bed. This morning ... chaos. I slept through my

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-901122672003-03-04T08:16:00.000-06:002003-03-04T08:23:05.000-06:00

I still have that homeless empty feeling. It's a funk that won't seem to lift. But, I'm trying to focus my energy elsewhere.... I'm trying to keep a secret and it's killing me. My boss said, "What I'm about to tell you is confidential...." I hate that! It's a good secret. It will make lots and lots of people happy and I just want to burst out and scream, " We're getting big bonuses so that we

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-897729562003-02-26T07:03:00.000-06:002003-03-04T08:17:13.000-06:00

I've come to a conclusion: wedding hormone induced feelings are regular feelings... brides and grooms are allowed to feel things other than bliss and joy and constant annoying happiness. I can be engaged and have a bad day. It doesn't mean that I shoudn't be getting married... it means I'm human.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-896397522003-02-24T07:07:00.000-06:002003-03-04T08:13:38.000-06:00

At times, it's hard to tell what is a regular everyday feeling and what is a wedding hormone induced feeling. Right now, I'm feeling homeless. I don't feel at home in my own house and I don't feel at home in Brian's house. The only place that is mine now and will be mine in two months is my car! I hate this feeling. I feel like I can never full relax. Never totally rest. I have stuff in

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-893686212003-02-19T07:41:00.000-06:002003-02-19T07:41:45.700-06:00

I was two steps behind the entire day. My coffee was cold and my water was warm before I had a chance to sit back and enjoy. I needed to figure out a way to get a jump ahead. I needed everyone to stop for 20 minutes so I could catch up. Maybe if I'd skipped my morning shower or not brushed my teeth.... Stupid hygiene.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-892500302003-02-17T11:56:00.000-06:002003-02-17T11:56:26.596-06:00

It was a short weekend filled with a smattering of "have-to's" and a couple of "need-to's" but, hardly any "want-to's". It's all backwards in a mixed up, upside down and backwards kind of way. This morning I was greeted by the rudeness of a winter Monday morning. Too little sleep, not enough time to get ready and then as I walk out the door, I'm smacked in the face with cold. It was all I could

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-887232372003-02-07T14:40:00.000-06:002003-02-07T14:40:42.416-06:00

I spent three hours designing a report only to be told that they liked the font. Yeah, thanks... it was the default. My college education has obviously paid off.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-886603492003-02-06T12:45:00.000-06:002003-02-06T12:45:28.483-06:00

I've come to realize three things: 1. I like my job. When I say job, I mean the day to day tasks that I am assigned and accomplish. 2. I hate the people that I work with in my department. When I say I hate the people, I mean dislike enough to consider leaving a job that I actually like. And, when I say "the people", I mean just two very immature, petty, selfish women that would be better

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-882670182003-01-30T08:03:00.000-06:002003-01-30T08:03:08.843-06:00

My grandfather loved to take spontaeous vacations. A Sunday afternoon drive would turn into a week at Yellowstone. "Let's go on vacation!", he would announce. I wish I had that ability. Just to be able to pick up and go with no reserve. No packing - we'll buy new. No planning - we'll see where the car/plane/train takes us.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-881596352003-01-28T09:45:00.000-06:002003-01-28T09:45:14.463-06:00

It took me over an hour to drive into work today. It was a very long, snowy drive across the city. I didn't get angry or frustrated.... no use in doing so. Everyone understands when you're late because of the weather. It's a justified excuse in Minnesota. I can take my time, enjoy the scenery, listen to the radio and be alone with my thoughts. This morning I was thinking about everything from my

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-879719472003-01-24T13:55:00.000-06:002003-01-24T13:55:03.560-06:00

I filed my taxes today. I love filing early. I like to get it out of the way so I can enjoy the rest of the year.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-879034082003-01-23T09:57:00.000-06:002003-01-23T09:57:10.613-06:00

Grrr.... I'm ticked. Brian went to a lot of effort to ask me out on a nice date and it's ruined. He bought us tickets (as part of my Christmas gift) to see Big Head Todd at the Historic State Theater. THEN today, we find out the concert has been moved to the Quest (think Prince) and it's general admission. Yuck. We paid for reserved seats at the State Theater and we end up at the Quest... on a

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-876071282003-01-17T14:48:00.000-06:002003-01-17T14:48:57.823-06:00

Counter stats are interesting... I just reviewed mine to see who's been stopping by and how they found me. Someone was looking to find how many calories are in a PopTart and ended up here. ????

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-876065312003-01-17T14:34:00.000-06:002003-01-17T14:34:59.620-06:00

I wouldn't have known it was you, except I caught you on the double take... I recognized your walk. Of all the things to remember about a person..... I've managed to forget almost everything else....

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-875353272003-01-16T09:09:00.000-06:002003-01-16T09:09:00.813-06:00

If I had it to do over again - I wouldn't. I would have stuck to my original plan and said - NO WEDDING. That doesn't mean, no marriage.... it means, no wedding. I don't want the production. I hate it. I mean... really really hate it. I was never one to get all dressed up and parade in front of a crowd of people that I may have or may not have met before but am supposed to be sharing the most

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-870606032003-01-07T08:37:00.000-06:002003-01-07T08:37:46.306-06:00

*sigh* I could use a weekend to myself.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-868819372003-01-03T10:59:00.000-06:002003-01-03T11:07:27.000-06:00

This morning, I tried a new class at the health club. It's called Fat-Burning Yoga. Of course, I get to work and I'm eager to tell my co-worker all about it. (She's the one that suggested yoga as a way to keep the stress-monkey at bay) I walk right up to her desk and say, "Yo, Moni, guess what I did this morning?" She answers, "Yoga?" Man, she's good. I nod my head and she continues, "Which one

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-868411522003-01-02T14:06:00.000-06:002003-01-02T14:06:00.373-06:00

I'm not going to panic... but I'm going to married in 120 some odd days. Some of them are bound to be odder than others. Last night, I was vacuuming and thinking: if I were getting married tomorrow, would I have any regrets? You know, things that I wish I would have done before I got married. The only thing I could come up with was, I wish I would have had more time - and that I have. So, I

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-867637082002-12-31T16:04:00.000-06:002002-12-31T16:04:21.146-06:00

I'm sick. The worst part about it is that I think I made myself sick. I think I poisoned myself with my own cooking. Blah. I'll never be a good wife.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-865332802002-12-25T20:57:00.000-06:002002-12-25T20:57:56.046-06:00

... and to all a goodnight... Merry Christmas everyone.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-863384042002-12-20T17:10:00.000-06:002002-12-20T17:14:31.000-06:00

Working closely with family law could potentially sour a person on marriage. It could make a person step back and look at how confining a marriage contract is. I could push a person to a permanent state of singlehood. It could, it really could - but it hasn't and it doesn't and I'm sure it won't. Ever. But, it could. It really, really could. Today, I spoke with a man that had been married to his

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-861827462002-12-17T14:51:00.000-06:002002-12-17T14:51:26.113-06:00

If I could have my way... I would march right up to her desk and yell: For the last time: I can't BOLD an item within a preset template. It's not a Word document. I know that it looks like it is and I understand that when you see it, it appears to be a Word file. But, it's not. I made the conversion that way so we could email the files without problems. I made it look easy! Me. I did that! I

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-861648302002-12-17T07:44:00.000-06:002002-12-17T09:12:21.000-06:00

Nancy Regan told us to "just say no" and Nike is telling us to "just do it". I'm wondering which school of thought I should follow.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-855453332002-12-05T11:19:00.000-06:002002-12-05T11:19:02.713-06:00

It's a good day in family law. We have a reconciliation. Close out the file... refund the retainer... and wish the Earl and Ellen the best of luck. Earl gets to move out of the Holiday Inn and I get to hand him a nice big check. I love a reconciliation.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-853855222002-12-02T11:43:00.000-06:002002-12-02T11:43:31.330-06:00

I hope everyone had a happy thanksgiving weekend. My weekend consisted of sleep.... lots and lots of sleep. I think I averaged 12 hours a night. Admittedly, sleeping was due to some sort of coping. All the holiday cheer seemed a little out of place without grandma around to be part of the celebrations. Granted, it's been a couple years since grandma's been able to really participate, but it's

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-849082692002-11-21T23:03:00.000-06:002002-11-21T23:06:22.000-06:00

My grandmother was always a perfect host... right up to the end. She loved to plan parties... the menu, the guest list and all the fine details. Two weeks ago, my grandmother had planned a Thanksgiving dinner at the nursing home. They have a nice gathering room for this sort of thing. She had requested that all her favorite things be made: barbecued ribs, twice baked potatoes, cranberry salad (

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-845772312002-11-15T08:32:00.000-06:002002-11-15T08:32:15.510-06:00

My grandma had another stroke. This time, it seems to be fairly severe. She's not able to swallow and is refusing all food/liquid. We moved her to hospice care and signed a DNR a couple weeks ago. Now, it's all over but the waiting. I wish.. I pray that this process goes quickly for her. As much as I want her here with us, I know that she longs to be with my grandfather in heaven. We all want her

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-844405802002-11-12T17:13:00.000-06:002002-11-12T17:13:51.860-06:00

Did you know that in the city of St Paul, you can have three cats and three dogs for a total of six animals in a single family dwelling? Does that seem a little excessive to anyone else? I mean, I can understand if you're talking about a 4000sq/ft home with a big yard - but that does not describe a majority of the homes in St Paul. So... according to the statutes and ordinances in place... you

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-844376502002-11-12T16:07:00.000-06:002002-11-12T16:07:44.896-06:00

For most of the day, I've had a line outside my door. A line of people waiting to ask me something. Waiting to ask me something that they think is very important. Something they think is important but it's not.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-841174772002-11-06T08:48:00.000-06:002002-11-06T08:48:37.906-06:00

I hate the dentist. He's a nice enough guy.... it's nothing personal.... but I still hate the dentist.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-838226532002-10-31T07:40:00.000-06:002002-10-31T07:40:15.036-06:00

It's one of those mornings when venti isn't nearly venti enough. I'm off to Starbucks, again.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-837932182002-10-30T16:58:00.000-06:002002-10-30T17:02:29.000-06:00

I'm heading to Chicago this weekend with my best friend Jess. We're going to be staying with her outrageous sister, Buffy. There will be a little (read: a lot) shopping at IKEA, checking out Michigan Ave and stopping in at the planetarium. Hopefully, we'll be busy the entire time and before I know it, I'll be back here and smiling at the memories. Sounds weird I know, but in all honesty, I'd like

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-832410672002-10-20T00:58:00.000-05:002002-10-20T00:58:57.000-05:00

My new kitty is obsessed with the computer. She loves to watch the letters magically appear on the screen. Right now, she's reading as I'm typing. Silly me... cats can't read.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-831861052002-10-18T15:51:00.000-05:002002-10-18T15:51:06.350-05:00

Wouldn't it be nice if stress had a positive affect on your body? You know, something like clear skin or whiter teeth.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-831291732002-10-17T13:43:00.000-05:002002-10-17T13:43:55.626-05:00

For the past two weeks, I've been telling people that we will be upgrading our software on October 16th and the financials would be completely down. Emails have gone out, memos have been sent, reminders have been posted on community bulletin boards, but apparently I wasn't clear. This morning, I come to work and have three audit requests needed "ASAP". Then when I call to tell the people that our

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-830656402002-10-16T10:37:00.000-05:002002-10-16T10:37:27.753-05:00

Three of my co-workers had baby girls last night. Mira Bhatia Sullivan, Elizabeth Frances Bateson and Emilee Irene Tanick. Must be baby day... I missed the memo.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-826543942002-10-07T16:09:00.000-05:002002-10-07T16:09:52.083-05:00

Can anybody tell me what happened to September? ... I've been in a bit of a tizzy. The first part of the month, my parents were in Germany and close friends in Italy... me, left behind, responsible for houses and pets. Combined with trips to check out caterers, wedding dresses, bridesmaid dresses, headpieces, invitations, shoes... and does anyone know the last time I made a trip to the grocery

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-818346402002-09-19T14:21:00.000-05:002002-09-19T14:21:26.530-05:00

Alright isn't going to cut it anymore.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-809297572002-08-30T14:44:00.000-05:002002-08-30T14:44:20.706-05:00

After two days of not eating, I'm finally back to it. "It" being food. All this work stuff has my stomach in knots. Sometimes, I think I'm feeling okay and I can just shrug it all off. But, then I get this sick feeling in my stomach or a shiver runs through my body and I realize that I'm not okay with it. I'm not better. I'm still hurt.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-808280152002-08-28T11:06:00.000-05:002002-08-28T11:16:24.000-05:00

Yesterday hit an all-time low in my life as a corporate employee. Within the lawfirm, I work in a small office with almost all women... single or dysfunctional, unhappy, overweight/dietpill taking, still living with their parents, car repossessed, women. Getting engaged to Brian was probably the most offensive thing I could do to these women. Being happily engaged, having my own house, going on

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-807777032002-08-27T09:53:00.000-05:002002-08-27T09:53:19.696-05:00

I'm tired today... I slept one of those sleeps where you sleep yourself tired. You wake up more exhausted then you were when you went to bed. I hate that. Last night Brian and I went to a Saints game. (minor league baseball in St. Paul, MN) We sat outside on a beautiful night. Six or seven foul balls flew up into our area.. and six or seven little kids walked away with an all-American

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-806277732002-08-23T15:23:00.000-05:002002-08-26T08:14:54.000-05:00

A friend of mine referred me to MyVirtualModel.com. It's a really cool sight that will create (with your direction) a virtual model of yourself. Then you can use the model to try of clothes at online stores and even..... (drum roll please.....) Wedding Dresses!!! So, on my lunch break, Monica and I started creating a virtual Lesley. She looks pretty much like me... with a bad hair day. They

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-806109312002-08-23T07:45:00.000-05:002002-08-23T07:45:36.573-05:00

Brian won free sneak preview movie passes, so last night we went and saw the new Al Pachino movie S1M0NE. I'm still undecided. I mean, there was a little humor and some good acting, but the movie got a little long. The website is a little scary.... if you haven't seen the movie, you might think that all this hoopla is real. Hoopla.... that's a word my grandma would use.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-805340712002-08-21T14:24:00.000-05:002002-08-21T14:25:38.000-05:00

ARUGH!!!! I'm so frustrated... I hate Dave. For all the manipulative crap that has gone on in the past year. I hate him.. hate him... hate him... Every time he emails me, I end up feeling like complete and total caca. I get this horrible sick feeling in my stomach and I want to lay on the floor and kick and scream.... then I want to cry. But, it's not crying because I'm hurt, or angry, or

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-804080042002-08-18T20:24:00.000-05:002002-08-19T09:49:43.000-05:00

Today has been a crazy busy family day. This morning, we celebrated the 130th anniversary of my church. Huge service with visiting Bishop and lots of music. Followed by a picnic in the park and silent auction (to raise money for the new sanctuary). Then this afternoon, we celebrated my brother's 30th birthday. A good time was had by all. At least, I think I had a good time. I mean, it was fun

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-802333472002-08-14T10:15:00.000-05:002002-08-14T10:15:01.583-05:00

sometimes I think about how he treated her and I want to kick and scream sometimes I think about what he said to her and I was to cry and yell but then I see her and all I want to do is smile and hug her and say, "Welcome home. I love you."

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-801875702002-08-13T10:22:00.000-05:002002-08-13T10:22:11.730-05:00

I'm ecstatic! We have a photographer! YeeHaw! One more thing checked off my To-Do list.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-801429852002-08-12T11:30:00.000-05:002002-08-12T11:30:48.380-05:00

Girlfriends... I'm fortunate to have a best friend who knows me inside and out and loves me completely. She's been there for everything and now it's my turn to be there for her. This morning she called and told me that she is getting a divorce. She's moving from Denver to Minneapolis and was wondering if I would like another roommate. I feel so torn. I'm so sad that she's having to go through

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-800644102002-08-10T07:41:00.000-05:002002-08-10T07:41:30.470-05:00

I have become the finder of lost things.... well, Brian's lost things. Last week, I found the bracelets that we bought in Belize in his desk drawer while I was looking for a piece of paper to take a message on. This morning, I found his lost Social Security card in his backpack, along with a keychain that we picked up for a friend while we were on vacation. So... I think I'm 3 for 3. I've found

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-798877182002-08-06T07:22:00.000-05:002002-08-06T07:23:01.000-05:00

I'm hungry. I hate this stupid stupid diet. Stupid wedding... stupid dress... stupid chocolate cherry brownie sitting there, mocking me and my stupid diet. I spent 15 minutes on the elliptical machine this morning and another 10 minutes killing my abs, in hopes that in 270 days, I'll be like a sleek Greek goddess walking down the aisle. When, we all know, that Greek goddesses don't get married.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-798594082002-08-05T15:43:00.000-05:002002-08-05T15:43:18.413-05:00

AHHH! It's only 271 days until we're married. I have so much to do.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-796868032002-08-01T08:40:00.000-05:002002-08-01T08:40:26.083-05:00

I was looking through my counter stats and it appears that someone was did a search on how many calories do you burn when you're having sex and came up with this site. I don't remember talking about that topic. In fact, I'm almost posititive that I didn't. BUT, I did find this really cool site for all your fitness/calorie counting needs.

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-796864132002-08-01T08:29:00.000-05:002002-08-01T08:33:38.000-05:00

Well, I'm normal. Disorder | Rating Paranoid: Low Schizoid: Low Schizotypal: Low Antisocial: Low Borderline: Low Histrionic: Low Narcissistic: Low Avoidant: Low Dependent: Low Obsessive-Compulsive: Low URL of the test URL for more info

lesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317609.post-796338092002-07-31T03:54:00.000-05:002002-07-31T03:54:17.460-05:00

It's late.... almost 4am late. At what point do you give up on trying to sleep and start trying to stay awake? I think it might be somewhere between 4 and 5 am... It's my thoughts that are keeping me awake. Probably spurred on by a conversation I shared. I had a long talk with one of my girlfriends this evening. It was an actual give and take talk... not the usual monologue on what is new and

lesnoreply@blogger.com