Whenever you move somewhere, people invariably know people in the place where you are moving. The friends pictured below are all courtesy of Ron and Naomi Dulin. Thanks for the friends, friends.

My modest second home.

People always say "take time to stop and smell the roses." Okay.

I love small towns. And this town loves White Squirrels

Blue Ridge Mountains. As seen from the Blue Ridge Parkway. I should roll down the window before I take pics.

Goodbye Gracie, Hello Jackson. Jackson is a puppy.

I still don't have a car. But I'm working on it. This is Jason. The car dealer at Leith Audi who helps McKinney people get Audi's. I love that TT. The hunt is on.

Durham sunset behind the Correctional Facility. This place is so moody and gritty. I think I like it.

On Friday, I made some plans to go for a mountain bike ride with friends. They said "Yeah, just 13 miles - we'll get some ice cream in Hillsborough." What I did not realize was we would be doing 13 miles ONE WAY for a total of 26 miles. I didn't know I had it in me. But apparently, I did. Note to self: Black is a good color for fashion. But not a good color for mountain biking. Here we are a stretching. That is my leg in the foreground. Amanda and Katheryn in the background.

Got together with the girls to watch America's Next Top Model. Had an impromptu dance party. Fun.

I am Spring skiing in Washington State. The date is April 23rd. Does life get any better? Maybe.

My sister had a tag sale. The dogs (three pitbulls and a wolf) were the greeters. She didn't sell much. I wonder why.

I had a layover in Newark headed back to Durham today. Weird to be laid over at an airport that used to mean the trip was over.

I tried to test drive a car today (Sunday) but all the dealers are closed. I'm in God's Country now, methinks.

I bought a Treo. The girl who always had someone else's old phone has a Treo.

I had to take a cab to go buy toilet paper.
I need a car.

I am in San Diego for Client meetings. While I might be a born and bred New England girl/Northeasterner, I'm starting to think that indeed "West is Best." I need to get myself a DSC and take some snapshots of my adventures.

I decided that I need a goal for my workouts, I need to do more things outside of the gym, explore my new state so I am going to train for a triathalon. Not the big blown out deal, the sprint variety - swim 750, bike 12 miles, run 3 miles. I am a great swimmer, an ok biker and a terrible runner. So, I should be able to complete an ok triathalon. On average.

Explored the area past Chapel Hill today called Carborro. Came upon and area with lots of people, tables, activity etc The "Car Mill" - apparently, it's all centered around a co-op kind of grocery store. Who knew that a grocery store could be such a hot spot.

There was a woman there who has 30 cats at home. She had brought some of them for adoption. It was fun to pet the kitties. I do want one. Or a Pit Bull. I wouldn't want 30, though.

I need to get a digital camera so I can share all my wild explorations with my readers. Given that I'm working on Sony, I'll probably get some Sony variety of camera.

Today I had lunch at a place called "Mama Dips." I ordered Fried Green Tomatoes. I wonder if they have Chicken Fried Green Tomatoes. It seems like you can get everything Chicken Fried.

Here's a piece of advice. If you're ever in a new place and need to feel comforted, try the Top 40 Station. They all play the same songs, wherever you go.

This is how I feel today

Washington State is so green, foresty, lush. Everything grows. Everywhere.

Is there such a thing as too much snow?

I've always been fascinated by small town America. Leavenworth proved no exception. (Leavenworth in Washington State, that is - although I'm sure Leavenworth Kansas is equally interesting in it's own right)

My sister and I kareoked our hearts out at the only place in town open after 10. We started off singing "Reunited" and told everyone in the bar that we had just been reunited on Dr. Phil a month prior.

Let's hear it for "The Sisters"

Skiing at Mission Ridge in Washington State. That's Mount Rainier in the background.

Dark and silent late last night
I think I might have heard the highway calling
Geese in flight and dogs that bite
Signs that might be omens say I'm going, going
I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind

With a holy host of others standing 'round me
Still I'm on the dark side of the moon
And it seems like it goes on like this forever
You must forgive me
If I'm up and goin' to Carolina in my mind

Skiing at Stevens Pass in Washington State with the Princess.

Skiing. Demo-ed a pair of Rossignol Bandits. Liked the name, not the ski.

More family. My mom. Me. My Uncle. And cousin Eugene in the background. Eugene got a job offer today in his field. Go Geno!

Sister and Brother. What's up with this family?

This is my brother. Fierce.

This is my last post about dogs for a while. I promise. But since my sister was too sickly to photgraph when I was in Seattle here she is with her pups.

My latest acquisition

Okay, okay. DAVID BRAVERMAN took the black and white picture of me to the right, the picture of me and Weasel (I thought Anne took that one, actually) and the picture of me and Naomi with my red hair and Naomi's surprise socks.

Happy David?

Addition: Said photographer, David Braverman (sorry, no caps this time) just started his own blog.

He'll be writing about the
Weather
Anne
Software
Politics
(Can you guess the catchy acronym Anne came up with?)

Seen in a mall in Seattle. A stone's throw from the flagship Nordstrom.

This is Boo. Boo Who? The littlest pitbull.

By the end of the weekend, my sister will have been to the ER three times. She's gone twice already. The first time she was diagnosed with a kidney infection. The second time she was diagnosed with viral meningitis. Tomorrow, she's going to get a refill of Percocet. Apparently, if you want that stuff on the weeekend, you've got to go to the ER.

So I am sitting around watching movies taking pictures of the dogs with her picture phone.

Sleepless in Seattle? No, all the Princess does is sleep.

Did I mention that there are three pitbulls?

I am in Seattle visiting my sister, the Princess. It is raining. She has taken me to many fun places, including the Emergency Room.

My sister was not feeling well when I arrived. In fact, she was in so much pain last night that I had to drive her stick shift through downtown Seattle in rush hour traffic. I haven't driven a stick shift since doing it in Italy down a narrow (all streets in Italy are narrow, I guess), cobblestone street in heels.

So today, I watched Princess vomit as well as watched some movies. I made friends with her dog, Pilot who is a small dog. But her other "puppy", the 80 pound PITBULL got jealous of the small dog and wanted to cuddle up with me too. So here is a picture of Stanley (who is a girl dog) in my lap.

I didn't get the memo to wear pink for Niiiiikos' engagement party. L to R. Jamie Foehl, Mary Lupo, Mary's Husband Dave, Emily Lyon's husband, Nikos Adovasio, and Emily Lyons.

Precious little kitten. Jamie and Weasel share a litte love at Naomi and Ron's Annual Halloween Party. Dubikins. Meow Meow Meow Meow. Prrrrr

Driving in Dallas

Driving in Dallas with all our presentation materials for a new business pitch. I think the air conditioning in the car is swell. Wait, that's real air. Coming from the back of the car where the window was left open and our materials precariously remain inside the car. That was close.


This is us after the pitch.

Having a hard time sleeping. I put my iPod on "Shuffle" and decided that whatever song it decided to play would provide me with some sort of inspiration about my life. Do what's the divine message from my silver mini? Ice Cream (Sarah McLachlan). Haagen Daaz is probably closed by now.

I escaped Minnesota. Thank goodness. I don't know how the hell I ended up there again after hating it so much the first time around. Well, I do. I did love working at Fallon and that was so wonderful it was actually worth the tundra temps and 3:30pm sunsets.

So I'm back in New York City. But I'm finding that New York is also cold. Somehow I thought when I left Minnesota I would just never be cold again. But sadly, that's not true. So I'm looking at jobs in Miami and San Fran. No, I'm not just looking there to be warm. I'm a bit more of a careerist than that. There's a great agency in Miami called Crispin Porter + Bogusky. They are hot hot hot right now. They do Mini BMW, Ikea, Burger King (subservientchicken.com), Molson Beer and a bunch of other cool stuff. The agency in San Fran is called Goodby Silverstein and Partners. Either would be great. Of course, staying in New York city and working somewhere here is also an option.

Not only am I cold all the time I'm also hungry all the time. So I've started the South Beach Diet (again). It was sort of out of necessity. I got a freelance advertising job and realized that my work wardrobe doesn't fit anymore. If I don't lose some weight I'll have to spend more money on work clothes than I'll earn working. Messed up, no?

It is a beautiful day. But I have a bit of a fever. The other night I couldn't sleep and from 1am to 2am I watched American Mullet. Ah, TV.

I can't wait for it to get warm enough so I can SWIM.

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