it's 7.34 pm
and it's still light out!

yesterday i got into a fight with a power drill, which is what is allowing for all this daytime blogging. not to worry, i won, but the drill got in some really good kicks. and geez louise is it nice to be home during the day again!

let's talk about energy...
the past two weeks i have been trying to track down a local koffee? shop owner who happens to live across the street from me (asking him for some help with bike the vote) but i just couldn't get ahold of him. today, as i was getting into the car to go to see the doctor, the nice mr. man comes riding up the street on his bike, and he was trying to track me down! so we chatted for a while and both got our messages across! (he went to a new local running store, saw they carry a (non vanessa jean) line of duct tape stuff...and told him he should support the local business) did i mention he's quite cool?
funny how things happen like that

i'm watching love actually. it came out yesterday, and it makes me happy. it is also to only movie that made me cry, start to finish, when i saw it in the theater. really, could it be any better? and it has colin firth, i mean, really. oh, and that he is in love with a portuguese woman, and there is so much portuguese in the movie. hello!

i have this friend, ant, and he makes me really happy. he doesn't really have a permanant address, cause he does lots of cool stuff all over the country. right now he is in nevada, somewhere near las vegas, climbing. he's cool, and we have a great communication system. i call him and leave a message on the cell phone he owns which isn't hardly ever turned on, and then two weeks later i get a letter in the mail. this letter was written 300 feet from the ground on some very cool sounding rock. so, ant rules.

this is a fun site for your color horoscope. it's quite neat, and it goes by month and date!
they are a bit flattering too.

maron d.
thank you
for helping me remember.

(and for still being the most popular purse).

nothing makes me happier than a full house,
wonderful friends and a good cause.
i am such a lucky girl.

today i visited the dentist, now i can't feel half of my face. funny how that isn't a good feeling either.

wahoo...vanessa jean is part of a new project...check out www.BikeTheVote.org for more info.

say hello to lanna...


this adorable little tote is the newest addition to the vanessa jean family of duct tape handbags...so adorable...she will definately join the website soon enough, just had to get her out there for some sort of debut!

(this is an old scribble from a wired-less airport, but i think it still holds true)...
it amazes me that there aren't more love stories that began at the airport.
all these people, waiting here for so long...and no matches made?
all different sorts of people, from spots all over the world, serendipitously in one place at the same time,
usually stuck, bored, and looking for something to do. how about meet someone? i think i am going to start
an airport dating service. instead of one of those online dating service where you tell about yourself and where you live,
you can tell about yourself, your final destination and your layovers along the way. that seems a whole lot more practical
than a lot of other ways of meeting people. better than a bar, and least the folks here will be pre-screened as weapon free.
and you know these people are going places...not to mention pilots and flight attendants (who by career are always going
places). and just think of the vibrant community of people who work at the airport. really, i think this is an untapped
market and venue for meeting people. and is there no place more sentimental than an airport? just think, you can meet
your special someone, fall in love, and be greeted with hugs and kisses (by that same person) when you get off the plane.
does this not seem so logical to anyone else? and didn't you see love actually where that slimy british dude tells us that "love actually is all around" while we are bombaded with images of people greeting each other at the airport. indeed the airport is full of love, so why don't we tap into it as a meeting ground for those of us who are traveling alone and single. and is there anything that makes for a better story to tell you kids and cats about how you met? no, i didn't think so. off to conquer the online airport dating scene. what should i call it? the nerve, lavalife and match.com all have cutesy names, what should i call my airport dating service? loveflight.com, lovefly, airmatch, waitnmeet, going my way dot com? the options are endless, and i think i might have something here. and on that note, i am boarding...off to chicago!