November 2009

Thanksgiving '09 and whatnot

File under: greta | thanksgiving

 
PnF.com just celebrated its 7th (and crappiest!) year! Are you so, so excited? I do apologize again for the last lackluster year of nonbloggery. (I blame it on the 7 year itch.) For the first half of the year, using the word obsessed to describe my house search would be an understatement. And no one wants to hear that same crapola over and over. And then when we got the house on the market, multiple people advised me not to talk about the doings. I knew that was good advice, but if I couldn't talk about that I didn't know what to talk about. The previous 6 and a half years I would compose posts in my head (it's better-n-therapy!), and whether I actually posted them, it was a great outlet. Sadly, I've stopped the composing, and I've also been slammed with work-work and all of the little house things that need to be done, but I will try to be better. And I have high hopes for 2010. Yay for year #8.
 
In addition to the apologizing, I'm sure the burning question on your minds is, Did the Reeds have a great Thanksgiving?? Yes, it was lovely. Fairly uneventful (for us) but lovely. Here's the skinny.
 
Wednesday night: After work, we headed to my parents' house in Skaneateles and got Greta settled. Then we went out with Taryn and Todd. We usually all go out in Marcellus (the hometown) or Syracuse (close enough), but this year we decided to go to Sherwood Inn in Skan-town. While I felt sort of like an imposter, it was nice to not have to drive more than 5 minutes out of our way and to focus on talking to my friends without scanning the room every 5 minutes for a familiar face.
 
Thursday: We went to the annual McCarthy Family Turkey Bowl. This year was notable because it was the first year Greta didn't require one of us (the one NOT playing football - me) to hold her the entire time. Previous years she was freaked out by the multiple dogs, but this year she was unfazed. Within a few minutes of arriving, I saw her walking down to feed the ducks with my aunt and two little girls she just met. If you could have witnessed the difference between her personality previous years and this year, you would be sitting there reading this jaw agape. She is like a different child. It is a good thing. Oh, and I left my camera at my aunt and uncle's house, which is why there are no pictures. Sorry. Later on we had Thanksgiving dinner at my parents' house. Best meal of the year, for the stuffing alone. And the rest was just bonus. I love Thanksgiving...
 
Friday: We headed back to the ROC. Pat was summoned to work on his grandparents' flooring project, and Greta and I occupied ourselves by decorating for Christmas. We had a blast. Greta was super into all 2 and a half hours of it (I swear she was burnt out by minute 20 last year), and even asked me about many of the ornaments and not only didn't complain the entire time (a Christmas miracle indeed) but seemed like she could have gone for another 2 and a half hours. In the evening we went over to Pat's grandparents' house for Thanksgiving leftovers and to provide moral support (read: distraction) for Pat.
 
Saturday: More flooring duty for Pat and his dad. Greta and I did some grocery shopping and then headed over to Second Storie, an indie craft show. It was unbearably hot and crowded when we went, and Greta was unbearably clingy, but it was great to see some friends and some really top-notch craftiness. After the show, Greta decided to boycott her nap and was bombarding me with questions every 6 seconds (I timed it!). I informed her that I needed some "alone time," but she was unconcerned by my needs. I almost lost my mind. At this point I'd like to say GOD BLESS YOU STAY-AT-HOME MOMS. (I don't know how you do it. I am always fine on days 1 and 2 with Greta, but day 3 always involves some sort of breakdown experienced by yours truly. Seriously, how do you do it??)
 
Sunday: We did lots of stuff around the house ­- glamorous things like organizing the basement and cleaning out the garage. I even got my aforementioned "alone time" when Pat took Greta to the library while I went back to the Second Storie show so I could browse without Chatty von Clingerson. Since I am convinced no one has read this far, I will share that while I was cleaning the basement I found a brand new, wrapped Koehler toilet seat. Because one of our toilets could definitely use a new seat, and because I enjoy the thought of having a toilet seat that has had only Reed fanny on it, I had Pat install the new/old seat. Only until we got the old seat off and the new seat and base were right next to each other did we realize the seat has a green tinge (the toilet itself is white-white). It looks really silly, particularly in our overly bright bathroom. Now I find it amusing every time I pee and feel like I'm doing my business at the Emerald City. Okay, maybe this is funny only to me. Hey, don't act like you don't care about my new toilet seat.
 
And now it's almost Monday. Damn. I feel a little like I might throw up when I think about how I didn't do any work-work this long weekend (but worked nearly every free second the last two weekends, and of course during the week, including nights) and have so, so much to do. But I do feel like the break was deserved. No doubt I will be cursing tomorrow.
 
I hope you all had the most thankful of Thanksgivings.
 
Fran

'Bout time

File under: house | update

 

After months of stress and uncertainty, finally some relief!

 

+ The buyers of our city house closed today. Yay for not having to worry about that anymore! In my mom's quirky, flamingo-loving, way she congratulated us by coming by our one and only house putting two pink flamingos in are yard. Ahhh, we're home. No more back and forth! I'm not sure how our Brighton neighbors will feel about the flamingos, but we'll keep them out for a couple days and store them for posterity. Maybe we'll start a trend! They got rained on a lot today. Here they are.

+ Since we moved to the new house, we haven't had laundry...until today. We ended up including our old crappy washer and dryer into the deal during a counter offer, which is all fine and good, but we are indecisive and have been very busy, so it took us about a month to figure out which set to buy. This past weekend we did some laundry at Pat's grandparents' house, and having my in-laws see my unmentionables shamed me enough to make a decision, and Pat and I ordered a set the next day. They arrived today, and while I am very excited I have never experience such a learning curve with a household appliance! Seriously, I would love to do a load of laundry; I just don't know how to. I'm looking forward to figuring that out.

 

+ Pat is one project and one day away from being done with this quarter's class. This one has particularly awful, and I am so, so, so glad he'll be done with it soon. (I can only imagine how happy Pat must feel.) He'll be taking another class during winter quarter, but at least we get a little break, which happens to coincide with the greatest holiday ever: Thanksgiving. Ahhh.

 

+ Christmas is coming. I am not as in love with Christmas as I am with Thanksgiving because of the silly commercialism and whatnot, but I love decorating for Christmas. My mom got Greta a little Christmas tree (complete with a fuzzy, pink tree skirt of course), and she's been giving Greta ornaments from her mom (Greta's Great Grandma Lucretia from Ohio). Greta's excitement about the whole thing is priceless. Here is Mothra Greta and the tree.

+ We keep winnin' stuff! Pat and Greta went to a customer-appreciation night that our realtor Mary had, and there was a drawing for a flat-screen TV and other fabulous door prizes. Mary had Greta draw the tickets, and I think the two things are unrelated, but we won a $75 gift card to Black & Blue! We haven't been there before, but I've heard it's great. SO excited.

 

++ I saved the best for last: I saw Ira Glass give a lecture at SU on Tuesday. Wait, what? You heard me. I saw Mr. Ira Glass, public radio god, speak...live...in the same building I was in...and it was awesome (and free). I really, really like Ira Glass. I consider him one of the people I most admire, and I'm so thankful I had the opportunity to see him in person. There is a big journalism program at SU, and the talk had a focus on his formula for delivering a story, the state of US news, and the greatness that is This American Life and Ira Glass. Interspersed in his advice were the clips and music we're used to hearing on TAL and Ira's funny commentary on everything - even challenging God to cool the building down (the lecture was in Hendricks Chapel). The mood of the crowd can be summed up as giddy. At the end Ira took questions, and a young boy got up, introduced himself, announced he was 9, and then asked if he could shake Ira's hand. I think that pretty much captured what we we all wanted to ask - except for the people who just wanted to hear themselves talk of course. (The urge to ask Ira to sign my boob was overwhelming, but I managed to keep my feelings to myself.) So it was great, and totally worth the drive and the late Tuesday night bedtime. I <3 Ira! And here's a nice review of the event.

 

Fran

Ugh, sorry

File under: blah

 
This year...has been about things other than communication and fun. Hey, we found a great house and all love that I can see us living in for the long haul, and we should go back to being the proud owners of only one home (two mortgage payments is a b***h!) as of Thursday, and of course there is the whole working-full-time and being-a-mom thing, but I am still feeling guilty about being such a slacker friend this year and being the suck at updating this site. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, though. And then the holidays are going to hit...but 2010 is going to be about reconnecting with friends and with the things that make me happy, like reading, writing, and photographing.
 
But for now, this is all you get. :) So how are you?
 
Fran