Friday, July 25, 2014
Eating the last of the chocolate chip cookie dough that my sister handed me after she cut my hair yesterday. Oh yes I am.
And oh yes, I do have the best sister ever.
(Feels like sib-week. Saw my brother again (twice in the same month. WHOA) when he came to check on our flooded media room and non-working laundry-room tap.
He fixed it like a boss then gave me a ride to the freeway so I could walk back home. This is what brothers do.)
Getting back to tonight.
Know what else I'm doing?
I'm chatting with Jenn about Book 3 in the Outlander series.
It's our new thing. We check in at midnight most nights via Facebook PM. (Private Message) and talk about the story line. And Diana's amazing writing skills. And the upcoming mini series. (That starts in two weeks.)
And how Comic Con would have been The Event of a Lifetime to attend this year.
My twitter feed and facebook timeline are both bursting with Outlander/Jamie news.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. An upcoming mini-reunion with a friend from forever-ago in October. I can hardly wait.
2. A mini-retreat with my writing group this weekend. (Pffft. We're just going to talk about Outlander, I think.)
3. A wedding this weekend. People still fall in love. I'm thankful for that.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Its only when you spend a lot time with other women that you notice (or its pointed out to you) how very 'different' you are from 'normal' women.
These be my people:
And then it was my turn:
Today after work, my mom and I went looking for a vehicle for her ...
I sent the following text to Drew:
And then a few hours later, while we were at our first dealership, the conversation continued:
Saturday, July 19, 2014
I am thankful for friends who's (whose?) husbands go out of town.
Because of weekends like this one.
A (potentially) wet weekend at the lake with 172 DVD's, 6 bags of groceries, a ton of paper to be sorted (her) and a computer full of photo files that need culling (me).
After a dinner of salads (gag) we moved right into our snacks (Chocolate, me) (raw dates and coconut, her) while watching our first movie of the night: Pitch Perfect.
I smiled (when I wasn't cringing) through the whole thing. There's just something about watching teamwork and creativity that I absolutely love. Like, alot.
It's inspiring, no? To watch a group of talented, enthusiastic people come together to create something magical ...
Especially musical, dance-y people. I am such a fan.
Every time they mashed a new song, I quickly found it on Youtube and added it to my playlist.
Me: I wonder if there are acapella competitions in real life?
Me: I'm googling it.
Me: YES. ICCA. Regionals in Oregon in January.
Her: We need something to look forward to. Let's go.
Me: I'll get on the email list.
Her: Maybe google past events. See if any of the acts are on Youtube. We don't want to waste our time.
Me: Right. But if they're good, we totally should go.
We sang along to every song (she with a voice that sings. Me with a voice that talks low) and got up to dance/get more snacks when we couldn't sit still (her with a body that moves easily. Me with one that is more self-conscious and stiff.)
Me: You know how in Groundhog Day and Edge of Tomorrow Bill and Tom use the repetitiveness of their days to learn something? Like how to speak another language or become a great soldier? I think I should take advantage of my days' repetitiveness and learn how to swim. If I take lessons and practice everyday, I bet in ten years I'd be able to swim.
Her: It wouldn't take ten years.
Me: It probably would. I don't like getting my head wet.
Me: Or. I'd like to learn to dance.
Her: That's a better idea.
Me: Like, not professionally or anything. But I'd like to be able to move my body to a beat. Be loose. Free. Confident. And not look dorky. I want to learn some moves.
Her: Line dancing. Choreographed dancing. You should learn that. It's the best.
Me: Yeah, like 'be a part of something'. Everyone doing the same steps and I would be a part of the 'everyone'.
We put in our second movie of the night, The Best Marigold Hotel and settle in to watch kids at the other end of the age spectrum.
Me: I don't want to end up like Maggie Smith's character.
Her: Me either.
Me: I think I want to be like Judi Dench's character. Inquisitive. Friendly. Open to new experiences and new friendships. Remind me.
And then, half way through, the movie stopped. It Just Got Stuck. We restarted. We took out the disk and cleaned it. We blew in the Blu Ray player's opening. We tried everything. Finally we gave up.
Her: Do you have a Blu Ray player in your room?
Her: Let's try it on that. We can watch on your bed.
Me: Yeah, sure. (I said casually, like it's everyday I have someone relax on my bed and watch TV right beside me, possibly touching.)
Her: I'll get my contacts out and grab my pillow.
Me: (to myself) This'll be fun. Lookit me not being a wreck.
We set it all up and settled onto our respective half's of my bed.
I was doing this.
Big day for me.
I am a moron.
And then the movie got stuck again at exactly the same spot, and we couldn't advance it past that so we gave up.
Such an anti-climatic end to our movie-watching day.
Will move on to Call the Midwife, Season 3 on Saturday. And maybe some Russell Crowe flicks. Possibly New Girl, Season 2. Walter Mitty. X-Men.
It's gonna be a fine weekend...
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Youtube. Hava listen:
4. Talented people
7. The Internet
8. Texts from my kids. Well, not all texts. But ones that say, "love you", for example.
10. Toe nail polish
12. People who share their stories
13. People who share their passions
15. Birdsong at twilight
17. Shared joys
18. Patient people
20. Buttered popcorn
21. Ice water
22. Frozen chocolate bars
26. Blue eyes
Friday, July 18, 2014
|Me in the white baseball cap.|
|Who's that, then? Haha. A mirror in the garden. For selfies.|
While I was working on this post, I was chatting with Jenn, my late night Outlander reading buddy, and she, reading my earlier post this evening (Links and Love) sent me a link to a song. I had been saying, (in regards to that last post) that I didn't add any original material to the already cluttered internet. All I did was regurgitate words that were already there.
This is the song - SAY SOMETHING...
I got goosebumps listening to it, while writing out that prayer above, because it was so timely. Jenn had no idea I was working on another blog post (seriously, TWO in one evening?) about aching hearts and broken relationships ....
I love pedicures. This color? Strawberry Daiquiri by OPI:
Here's a link worth checking out if you're looking for a book to read.
And if you're too lazy to click a link, (seriously?) here's her list:
(She has * the ones she's read. I'll bold the ones I've read.)
But, don't be lazy. Go click the link and read the comments in her post. Her readers offer more great book suggestions...
Do you like street art? WHO DOESN'T? Cummon.
One of my favorite-ist afternoons in Montreal (when I was there with Clint and Drew in 2008), was when we stumbled across this:
Here's a link to some photos of street art around the world.
I love this dad's letter to his daughter, Julia:
"The struggle to impress our peers has invaded and consumed every minute of our lives. Julia, please understand this: of the entire population of the planet, only an infinitesimal percentage of them will ever be more than anonymous to you. Only the tiniest fraction will ever give you more than a passing glance. You should still love and respect these strangers, but you don’t need to impress them. Be a beacon of charity and truth to everyone, but you don’t need to worry about the opinions and judgments of every single person you happen across on the street."
LOVE the new pink addition to our family... I get to meet her on Sunday:
Sadie Elisabeth Klassen -
(My cousin's granddaughter...)
I can't indicate strongly enough how much I adore the Humans of New York page on Facebook. And if you're not on Facebook, he also posts his photos and stories to twitter and his blog. Seriously. My favorite site to visit every day.
Also, my favorite song right now? The Story of My Life by One Direction. Haha. Boy band. How old am I?
HOWEVER, I love the whole concept of Life as Story. LOVE IT. And this captures that for me.
(And this has me thinking...
I'm wondering about doing a mash up of the two concepts: Humans of Jane's Life...
A photo and brief 'story' of each of the people who make up my life...)
Will ponder this idea for awhile.
I love this girl. And her link. SO much wisdom:
These challenges would've been tough and exhausting enough without adding Joey to the mix, and with him they proved to be a stretching time in my and Stuart's relationship that involved plenty of laughter, anger, apologies, encouragement, discouragement, and creative problem solving and decision making. Oh, and major team work. Through these experiences we learned a lot about how we take care of Joey in times of frustration and how important encouraging words and unconditional love and sacrifice are in times when every inch of you wants to scream or turn away in your seat and selfishly bury your head in a book or a pillow while your spouse struggles with a screaming, overtired child.