Double dang!

File under: book | crafty | movie | recipe

I posted that mini update last week and then promptly forgot about it until just now. When I came back I was greeted by three glorious comments that weren't spam involving penis size. Well, that just warms my heart!

So I will abandon Instagram and Twitter and Facebook for now and try to string together a couple coherent thoughts. No promises.

  • We just watched Safety Not Guaranteed and I really enjoyed it and can't stop thinking about it. Apparently the newspaper ad referenced in the movie has a big history.
  • I made this and it was ridiculous. Some people would probably call a vegetarian Philly-style sandwich blasphemy, but I call it...delishphemy.
  • Work has slowed down a bit for me (finally), and I've been reading more and spending more time with the family (especially Greta), which has been really great. I can't bend my brain around the idea of working such crazy hours again after having this break. We shall see. I've gotten a lot of good reading in lately, but the book that has resonated with me the most recently is Eleanor and Park. It just took me back to high school and first loves and quirky friends and dysfunctional relationships.
  • I always think I'm not into [insert sport, game, or recreational activity]. but whenever I give it a try I seem to have fun. This past weekend I went to a craft night and I played a game and I had fun. I made a craft involving wine corks, which was sort of horrifying for me because everyone else there is either an artist or ubercrafter. I'm all shrinky dinks and construction paper they're all oil paints and clay. Anyway, after crafting we played Cards against Humanity (my first time) and I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. I must play it again posthaste.
  • On a more personal note, Pat is no longer at RIT, which is just weird. He likes his new job and I think it was a good move for him; I just miss being so connected to RIT. I have this grand plan that I will start working there in 5ish years. I am all talk, though, so we shall see. I will probably have to lay off the penis enlargement spam jokes first.
  • Greta is good. Man, I can't think of anything to say about Greta that doesn't sound annoying in my head....oh! Uhh, she slept in a box Saturday night. That was kind of funny. Pat had something shipped that came in basically a long, narrow Greta-shaped box. She asked if she could sleep in it some night and we said sure. It was a little too short so she had to scrunch her legs up a bit. Pat asked if she wanted him to rip off the end so she could stretch out and she thought about it for a while and then said, "No, because then I wouldn't be sleeping in a box; I'd just be sleeping on cardboard." Makes total sense!

OK my brain is oozing out of my ear at this point. Please take care, kind friends.



Evil Cheeks

Yes!!! Comments in the double digits for the last post. Thanks, dudes! Keep 'em coming!

We got a tankless water heater today. (Yay for the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act of 2009!) It was an all-day process, and the guys didn't tell me before they turned the water off for more than three hours. It really caught me off guard when I used the bathroom and then went to wash my hands and no water came out of the facet. I was really distressed. I ended up soaping up my hands and then used my glass of drinking water to rinse my hands. Why am I telling you this? Well, I'd rather be dehydrated than have dirty hands. Now you know. Although the chances of me actually getting dehydrated were pretty low, while the chances of me getting my dirty hands on my laptop were extremely high.

After the recent dreams about the old house and the new owners, I've continued having distressing dreams. I had two dreams that my old company asked me to come in and do some consulting for them. In both dreams, I went in, ready to help them solve some type of problem, and both times I got completely shut down by the people who are still working there, and I left in tears. Hmm, I really don't feel bitter toward them. In fact, in real life, I recently went there and had lunch with my former boss and a couple coworkers. They bought me lunch and gave me a copy of the last book I copy edited for them, which was really super-duper nice. But apparently my subconscious is still a little ticked off. Oh, so there were those two dreams, and then I had a dream I got laid off from my new job. I really don't feel all that stressed out in my waking hours, but these dreams must be a manifestation of something, right?  Me thinks it's time to go back to the acupuncturist.

Saturday night, Pat announced that he was taking Greta to see Shrek in 3D. He asked if I wanted to come and I said no and that I didn't think he should take her to a 3D movie. My reasons? Because it's expensive and because Howard Stern said he thinks that 3D movies mess with kids' vision and brains. Howard Stern and I have no evidence to back this up, but it might be true. (And Howard Stern and I aren't alone!) After I said my reasons I felt silly but had to stand my ground because I'm stubborn and because I had a vision of me with two hours of free time. Both of those reasons seemed like good ones to let those guys go off and have some daddy-daughter time. I'm glad I did because I used the time wisely and put a fresh coat of paint on my childhood vanity. Plus, I got to witness Greta running in the house after the movie with her 3D glasses on, smiling ear to ear, and then listen to her talk a mile a minute about what happened in the movie. It was a pretty awesome evening for all.

Ooh, more about my vanity. It was a Christmas gift from my parents when I was maybe twelve. My dad spent a lot of time painting it and assembling it in the basement before Christmas. I remember being completely disappointed when I saw it, and I'm sure I was not at all good at hiding my disappointment. But as I got older, I spent more and more time sitting in front of it. It was white with bronze hardware and a bench that had a fuzzy, cream seat cushion. It was so very girly. When we moved to this house, I asked my parents if I could have it back. It has seen a lot of wear and tear over the years, and at some point in college I put a bunch of stickers all around the mirror part. It's still a work in progress, but I cleaned it up, painted it black, reupholstered the bench cushion with a black and cream damask pattern (leftover fabric from my dining room chair project), and, in honor of its original girliness, I got pink glass knobs and a pink and white handle to replace the brass hardware. Hopefully I can finish it soon so I can show some before and after pictures here. It goes with nothing else in my house, but I love it.

Sunday we met up with some friends we hadn't seen in years. They have a daughter who is just a couple months older than Greta. We met up with them at Wild Wings (the facility in Mendon Ponds that cares for injured birds of prey, not the gross restaurant). We saw the birds, which was very cool, and then we took a hike. The girls were very good, aside from being a bit competitive and turning the hike into a race. Here they are walking with Pat, or who our little friend Hanley nicknamed, "the kid master."

In conclusion, speaking of cute things kids say, tonight I was reading Greta a book called I Love You, Every Little Bit. On one page, it says, "I love your cheeks, round and sweet..." and Greta cut me off to say, "My cheeks aren't sweet, they're evil!" It was funny at the time. Hopefully it's not foreshadowing.


Day 33: sexy kinda

File under: Image del día | movie

My friend Sarah and I went to see Avatar in 3D tonight for free (because we're high rollers and things like this fall into the laps of people like us), and we documented the experience.

The big-glasses-over-little-glasses look will be huge in France next year. Just wait. We laughed a lot. We also enjoyed the movie.


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?


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.


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