January 2010

Day 21: Wordless, um, day after Wednesday

File under: Image del día

Fran

Day 20: Pat <3s Pez

File under: Image del día | wedding

I'm not the only one here with a collection. As you may know - especially if you were at our wedding - Pat collects Pez. Well, he is on a bit of a Pez-collecting hiatus, but he does have quite an impressive Pez collection. We even had bride and groom Pez dispensers on our wedding cake.

(Original wedding photos by Brandon Vick Photography. He rocks.)

I like to see how some favorite characters have changed throughout the years.

Hi Old Bowl Cut Hulk, meet Super Buff Hulk.

Did you know if you cut old-school Santa Pez's beard off he just looks like a creepy guy wearing a Santa hat? and if you cut old-school Santa Pez's beard AND hat off, it's just plain silly.

I'm Batman. No, I'm Batman. No, I'M Batman.

And I'm lame.

Fran

Day 19: I love buttons

The only thing I really collect is buttons. I have always loved them. Sometimes I sort through them like they're old photographs because I can remember where most of them came from. I plan to figure out something creative to do with them someday. And, someday, I plan to start a business involving buttons. No lie.

Fran

Day 18: Happy Owl Glassworks

File under: Image del día

During the entire month of January, there is a big sale going on at Happy Owl Glassworks. For those of you who live under a rock, I love HOG. We have one of the nightlights in our bathroom and two of the prints in Greta's room. I love looking at them every day. Someday maybe I'll put on all of my HOG necklaces and badges and two T-shirts while gazing at my nightlight and prints.

Fran

Day 17: a girls' day, or how Anthropologie is like Build-a-Bear for grown women

File under: greta | Image del día

Greta and I tried out a new cookie recipe today, and we were thrilled with the results. They're vegan oatmeal cookies, which were great because they're relatively healthy, I had all of the ingredients at the house, and sometimes I like to play vegan for a day. I'll put the recipe in the comments section for anyone who is interested in trying it.

Look how excited Greta is about the precooked cookies. She can't even tear her eyes away from them to look at the camera.

Here's the finished product. I like my cookies nice and soft, and since these are vegan cookies, I could undercook them without worrying about pesky salmonellosis.

She's not really looking at the camera in this one either. Maybe she was staring off into the distance at cookies.

Greta and I had a lot of quality time together today since I missed part of the fun yesterday and because Pat had to do some studying for his midterm tomorrow. After we baked cookies, I asked Greta if she wanted to go on a "nature walk" or if she wanted to go to the mall. She voted for the mall (belch).

Greta is usually very reasonable when it comes to buying junk, but today she asked me probably a dozen times if she could get a new Build-a-Bear toy. She was being super good, and I was high from being in our new Anthropologie store, so I said we could get her one. As much as I wanted to buy a few little things at Anthropologie (I'm in the market for some knobs for my childhood vanity that I'm giving a makeover, and they have the greatest knobs ever), the line was insanely long, and there was no way I was waiting in that line - with kid or not. I seriously could not believe how many people were in line. That store is good and all, but come on. Tanget: apparently Anthropologie can do wrong.

So we finally wandered over to BAB, and I could see from a distance that the store was jam packed, with the line spilling out the door. It was even busier than Anthropologie. I have never seen anything like it post-Christmas on late Sunday afternoon. The store was swarming with people, and the line to stuff the animals was probably 20 deep, and it was NOT MOVING. I felt awful about reneging on my promise, but there was no way I could wait in that line and survive. I tried to rally by summoning my memory of the time I decided I just had to have a Cabbage Patch Doll. My mom very patiently waited in a very long, disorganized line in what I recall to be a small room in a department store because, even though I hadn't even seen one before, I sensed that I MUST have one. Even thinking of that time in my life, I couldn't do it. I mean, I knew the stupid pink unicorn BAB Greta had her eye on would still be there tomorrow and next week and even next month.

I scanned my brain for any excuse to get out of there and suggested to Greta we go get a cold drink and then come back and see if the line was any shorter. Greta was game, so we shared a super tasty strawberry banana smoothie at yogen früz (they didn't have White Russians, unfortunately), and by the time we got back, it was way more reasonable in there. Greta ended up decided instead of a new BAB animal she wanted some clothes for one of her old BAB animals (thank you, thank you, thank you), so we were in and out in no time. The thing that sort of blew my mind is that all of the people working at BAB were all so damn chipper still, and the parents waiting in the giant line all looked so calm (there were some very agitated kids, though). I think it's official: I have the temperament of a toddler. I might need to work on that.

I don't think I really captured the essence of it in this post, but today was a great day. I wouldn't have wanted to do anything else. (BAB can suck it, though.)

Fran

Day 16: work hard, play hard

Greta and Pat went to one of those bounce house places today for a four-year-old's birthday party. I had to skip out because I had to go into work for a few hours today. Pat was suspicious of my motives since my first and only experience going there ended in some self-diagnosed "psychological damage," and the other time or two they went I conveniently had to work. Pat's suspicion might be true, but I'll never tell.

When we reconvened, they showed me this great photo collage. I thought Greta was the biggest ham in the family, but look at this guy.

Fran

Day 15: Ode to Joy

Dis my cat.

She be fat.

I think I'll drink wine,

'Til I turn 99.

Fran

Day 14: Monkeywrench

File under: good cause | movie

My old friend Chris Teague is a filmmaker who has always had a knack for making smart, original, clever work. The latest short film of his especially struck a chord with me. You can check out the film Monkeywrench (by using the password "chainsaw"), and then if you'd be so kind, go on over to Slamdance and vote for it here. When Chris and I were in high school, we both had an interest in photography, and not surprisingly, he had an interest in film. I've been following his progress over the years and am so impressed with what he's done. I'm so proud of my friends who wanted something and followed through with it. (And he's the only person I personally know on IMDb!)

In exchange for your time spent watching the film (and voting), I will post an embarrassing photo of us from the 1995 Marcellus High School Senior Ball, which the lovely Jennifer Suarez dragged out of some frightening archives and posted on Facebook for all (including half my coworkers) to see.

Why did no one tell me my dress was all wrinkly...and short, yet frumpy?

Fran

Day 13: Young@Heart

File under: advice | Image del día | movie

Last night I watched the Walker George documentary Young@Heart on Independent Lens on PBS. Young@Heart is a choral group made up of elder adults who cover modern songs, such as I Wanna Be Sedated (The Ramones), Stayin' Alive (Bee Gees), and Fix You (Cold Play). While the documentary wasn't necessarily the best I've seen, it was simply a great story. It was really inspirational, funny, and heartwarming.

Here's one of my favorite parts from the movie. They have music videos, too! Here is my favorite.

When I worked as a candy striper in junior high, I spent a lot of time with the elderly patients at the hospital, and it seemed like they took one of two paths: they were either grumpy and sad, or they found a way to enjoy everything they did. I like to think that when I'm in my twilight years I'll be rockin' out (or whatever it is the kids are into then) and enjoying life.

When I was watching the movie, I thought of my Great Aunt Jean, who has a wonderful, positive attitude (and she had a beer when we went to lunch AND she still wears lipstick every day!). Here's a picture of Greta, Great Aunt Jean, and me from our visit to Ohio this past summer.

Isn't she beautiful? If there was a rock-and-roll chorus in Dayton, Ohio, I think she'd be in it.

Fran

Day 12: wall flair

Wall decals are super trendy right now, but they're expensive, they seem like they would be tricky to apply, AND there are 5 million choices. Pat and I had been considering getting decals for the guest  room (which won't really be a guest room until we make a trip to IKEA - and will hopefully take place sometime in 2010) and for Greta's room, but we we've been dragging our feet (see sentence 1). We were in Target this past weekend and we saw a really cute, albeit smallish, decal that looked perfect for Greta's room. It was only 15 bucks, and it claimed to be easy to apply and reusable. Music to my ears. It was in fact very easy to apply, and everyone loves it.

Look how cute! This is my new favorite corner of the house, right over Greta's bed.

I couldn't find it on their site, but here's a similar one. Ooh, but how great are these? What's next? Wallpaper?? I hope so!

Fran