Snow, Kenny Chesney and Hostess Cakes

Pictured Above: Me and Husband in February 2005 enjoying the snow in Colorado.


Leaving for work in the morning is a very routine thing. I put my coat on. The dogs get their dog treats. I grab my lunch, keys, cell phone, Ipod, day-planner and sunglasses and go out to the garage.

Lately, since it has been chilly, I wait until I get in my car before opening the garage door to minimize the cold air rushing into the garage. This morning was no exception. (I could tell it was cold out when my dogs were shivering after coming in from going potty.)

I got in the car, opened the garage door and glanced in my rear view mirror to see when the door had fully opened. I had one of those moments where I reverted back to my childhood. As the door slowly opened, it revealed giant snowflakes falling from the sky. I actually felt my face light up with glee. Really, I kid you not. I actually felt jubilant. I then thought, "I am 36 years old, why on earth do I still get excited about snowflakes?"

But I do get excited by snowflakes. I admit it. And if I hadn't had to go to work, I would have wanted to stand in my driveway with my tongue out and try to catch the snowflakes and give the neighbors something to talk about.

When I got out of my car in the work parking lot and walked towards the building, I savored the experience. I felt the biting cold wind against my face and sting of cold when a flake hit my cheek. Somehow, I just felt alive. Exhilarated. Awake. I took a moment and just breathed it all in and admired the beauty of first flakes of winter before walking into work. For a few minutes I enjoyed a little peaceful exhilaration, this morning. That can't be a bad thing, right?

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On a separate note, I met a friend ( The Eccentric Blonde) for dinner tonight at the Calypso Cafe in Franklin. It was kind of a funny choice of restaurants with it's island decor, reggae music and tropical island-type dishes, considering it is dark outside, December and it was about 20 degrees out when we went there. We love the food there, so I was thrilled to meet her for dinner.

As we were eating and talking, we noticed someone enter the restaurant. He was wearing a baseball cap and very casual clothes. I looked over and realized immediately that it was Kenny Chesney. We didn't say anything to him and he didn't say anything to us, but I just found it amusing that in the practically empty, island-themed restaurant in December, it just seems kind of stereotypical for him to be having dinner there.

You just never know what sorts of things you are going to witness, when you live in Nashville. Today, I saw the first snowflakes of the season and later I saw Kenny Chesney. I like days like this. Unexpected things happen to you, and they somehow add to the flavor of your life.

And this doesn't even begin to touch on the Christmas tree decorating contest that we have been preparing for at work at the moment. That's a whole other story for another day. But it involves Hostess brand cakes like Ho Ho's, Ding Dong's and Twinkies. Don't worry, you'll hear all about it, but I want to wait until I have photos to go along with my words. Words won't do it justice.

Plus, I had to take a co-worker to the walk-in clinic to get stitches in her finger after she sliced it open with an exacto knife (this was before dinner).

It's been a busy and great day. Right now, I have to get some sleep. I can only hope that tomorrow works out to be as interesting, but maybe with a little less blood.

Happy almost Friday, y'all!