Friday, April 6, 2012

Thanks Easter Bunny! BOK BOK



For the pastel peanut M&Ms, the Cadbury Creme Egg, the chocolate covered marshmallow bunnies, and the bubblegum flavored jelly beans, I'd like to say THANKS EASTER BUNNY! BOK BOK


I am generally scared of large rabbits and while I love seeing all the kid pics on the facespace, I shudder at the  usually effed up looking bunny. Perhaps my fear started here...check out this eye. I mean really. Also, disregard my haircut.



Here's what's good for me on Good Friday:

1. I no longer spend Good Friday doing stupid things like drinking After Shock at the After the Shock of Jesus Rising party with my heathen friends. Not because we are no longer heathens...but because we can no longer drink After Shock (never could, really, it is poison).

2. Since Easter is one Sunday MFD usually doesn't have to work (although he did open houses last year), we can usually get a lot of yard work done on Easter if the weather is nice. This is awesome, because our yard is an utter wreck. Please conveniently forget I said "this is awesome," when I am immobile and whining on Sunday evening.

3. My label maker has revolutionized my jam AND has proven to be a relaxing activity. Wednesday night I had a burger and a beer and caught up with Angie at the Rooster. I got home around 8 p.m., put some laundry away, boiled eggs to dye, made iced tea (see next bullet)...then I noticed I had not yet eradicated my serial killer handwriting from my spice carousel. I gleefully spent some time doing that, and it was really relaxing. Who knew. Sorry for the blurry after pics. I am wearing the cone of shame after posting them.


A serial killer wrote this. You can tell by the handwriting.
Do you like my pink dish gloves?
Thanks, label maker.


I am unable to resist making a Clue reference when the opportunity presents itself.

4. I came upon this lonely iced tea pitcher, mysteriously left in the fridge mostly empty. Here it is in its natural habitat:


I pulled it out to examine it more closely. There wasn't even enough for a glass. I took care of that toot sweet since I am the Designated Refiller in our house. How many of you out there are the ones who come to the rescue of empty pitchers? Let's see a show of hands.



5. Dear tiny hyacinth sniffing, lawn mowing, bunny ear wearing, ham eating, Easter Parade humming baby Jesus clutching your Easter bonnet in your tiny baby hands, please please please grant me an early dismissal today. AMEN!

Look down below for this week's Blast from the Past Photo. Enjoy!

Happy Easter weekend to all!

Me and Fronk on the dinner cruise on the Junior Class Trip:


Thursday, April 5, 2012

My good friends: books.

I love books. Love love love. I would rather read than do almost anything else. Recently I spent a lovely Sunday reorganizing my library and it got me thinking about all the books I've loved.

Mid-reorg. It was nice to spend the day among piles of books...and saxophones. I guess.

Here are some of my favorites. Some classics, some shelf candy, some in between...I don't discriminate amongst fiction. I do discriminate against non-fiction. I don't read it. I'm already fretting about the ones I've left off...I feel like they're children I left out on the cold streets or something. Hopefully some of you will name some I've forgotten so I can sigh with relief and bring them into my fold.

 What books are on your must read list?



Beach Music by Pat Conroy - I think I first read this when I was 17? We were away for my one of my brother's soccer tournaments and were staying in a hotel. I sat in the bathroom for hours to finish this after everyone else went to sleep. I've read it many times since and recommended it to everyone I know. I think the story is interesting and I think the writing has a wonderful cadence. It's also the main reason I love the song Save the Last Dance for Me. "A beach was a fine place to come to grips with all the cycles of the universe." You know it, Pat Conroy.

Outer Banks by Anne Rivers Siddons - Another novel of the south, also containing many great quotes.

A Prayer for Owen Meaney by John Irving -This is the only Irving book I like, and I cannot sing its praises loudly enough.

A Million Little Pieces by James Frey - I am still really pissed at Oprah for chastising him about this not being 100% truth. No one is 100% truth 100% of the time. He was an alcoholic drug addict - show me one of them with perfect recall for a memoir. So he embellished a bit and filled in blanks. His book was well written and it mattered to people. Sit down and shut up, Oprah.

From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E.L. Konigsberg- I have wanted to live in a Museum ever since.

The Book Thief  by Markus Zusak




Trinity by Leon Uris - For a very long time, I was sure Conor Larkin was the only groom for me. And he lived in the pages of this epic novel of Ireland.

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens - This is the only Dickens I like. I remember reading it for the first time in Mr. Epting's class in ninth grade, and bawling my eyes out in class.

Are you there, God? It's Me, Margaret and Forever by Judy Blume - I am a fan of all things Blume. She shaped my childhood and adolescence, but these two novels in particular reallhad a great impact on me. I think Forever was the first time I read about a character's heartbreak and actually felt it in my own chest.


Geek Love by Katherine Dunn - Even though it boasts a cast of carnies and stars an albino dwarf, this is a favorite. Given my fear of the small and the carnival, you know it's a great book if I loved it.

Ordinary People by Judith Guest - One of my favorite quotes ever comes from this book: "Don't think so much, just be."

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott - Oh, March family.

Whit by Iain Banks

White Oleander by Janet Fitch

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte - "I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon. I desired liberty; for liberty I gasped, for liberty I utterd a prayer..." Jane, one of my favorite heroines.

My Antonia by Willa Cather



The Red Tent by Anita Diamant

Sue Grafton's alphabet series - Kinsey Milhone kicks butt. And eats weird sandwiches.

Janet Evanovich's Plum series - Grandma Mazur and Lula crack me up.

Bridget Jones's Diary by Helen Fielding - v. good

Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald - "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." One of the most famous literary lines?



Up a Road Slowly by Irene Hunt - I must've read this 20 times as an adolescent. And a few times as an adult...and I think it's time to read it again.

On the Road by Jack Kerouac - I had a brief yet intense beat period. "What difference does it make after all?-anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what's heaven? What's earth? All in the mind."

A Separate Peace by John Knowles - Phineas, you are larger than life. Still.

Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison - "You wanna fly, you gotta give up the shit that weighs you down."

Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell - originally I posted Gone with the Wine, which doesn't exist as far as I know, but I think I want to claim that title. Consider it copywritten, interwebs.

We Were the Mulvaneys by Joyce Carol Oates - Disturbing subject matter woven brilliantly into a thick novel.

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov



The Chosen by Chaim Potok - "Merely to live, merely to exist - what sense is there to it? A fly also lives."

The Fault in Our Stars by John Green - I was blown away by this book. I loved the witty repartee between the characters. I loved the larger than life Augustus Waters. I loved the strong yet vulnerable Hazel Grace. I loved their love story, and I love that that is what stood out in a book with heavy themes like kids with cancer, intense loss and pain, and dying young.

The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold - So deeply upsetting, so well written and gripping.

Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice

The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver - One of the most engrossing books I've ever read.




Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells - A true tale of friendship through the years, and of loving your friends for who they are...warts and all. I have loved the name Vivi ever since.

Lake Wobegon Summer 1956 by Garrison Keilor - There is a passage in this book about farts that made me laugh intensely for days.

Standing in the Rainbow by  Fannie Flagg - I am so fond of Neighbor Dorothy and Aunt Elner and the simpler times this book evokes.

Fortune's Rocks by Anita Shreve

The Little House books, The Boxcar Children series, The Christopher Pike Party trilogy, Francine Pascal's Sweet Valley High books - old dears...




I saw this on pinterest and immediately loved it: Reading gives us a place to go when we have to stay where we are.

Hoping your next read is a great one,



p.s. when you do come across that next great book, please let me know so I can add it to my list.




Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Let's discuss weekend hangovers

It's Tuesday, can you hear the collective groan from the universe? My distaste for Tuesday has made things seem more dire on Tuesdays. On Tuesdays, I feel the absence of  Parks & Rec more keenly.
I miss you Leslie.
Photo: f-march-madness.livejournal.com

I have a weekend hangover. Not a two day hangover, you philistines. A weekend hangover.

A weekend hangover is when you go away for the weekend and you love love love it. Then you come back and you either have a regular hangover or you're tired from the travel or both, and you do nothing except nap or sit on your couch. When Monday comes, you are ill-prepared for the week, and you spend most of it playing catch up.

Sunday I was a total sloth and obsessively watched every single episode of season one of The Killing before Comcast snatched it from On Demand.  I was a combination of tired, hungover, and  engrossed with Detective Linden and the Larsen family which left me unwilling to get off of my ass and make life easier for myself.


Linden here.
Photo:The Guardian UK
 I was home from NYC by 11:30. Surely I could have done SOMETHING. Since I didn't lift a finger to do a thing, I had to work like a scullery maid on a Monday night.

Photo: logicmgmt.com
The last thing I want to be doing on Monday night is cleaning bathrooms, washing couches, cleaning the kitchen and dealing with the mysterious flaky peach colored stuff that appeared under the crisper drawer in the fridge. Plus making my lunches and breakfasts and prepping veggies for the week.
Normally I like to make a big meal Sunday and have leftovers Monday, so I never cook on Mondays. Since Lee's Hoagies made my meal on Sunday, that didn't happen. I do not regret that, because Lee's Hoagies were sent down from heaven special delivery from tiny baby deli meat loving Jesus. AMEN.

So while I love a weekend getaway, I dislike Sunday laziness that calls for an industrious Monday night. And that laziness is nobody's fault but my own. Hiss.

In unrelated news...if you look at the word news long enough it starts to look like a misspelling.

Photo: realtrend.com
I am trying to clean out the pantry and freezer a bit before going food shopping. This makes for interesting meals, bare bones lunch choices, dogs who are angry at the absence of their preferred treats, and a husband who is sad that there are no cookies.

Where are the Kraft fans? Sign up at Kraft First Taste and you can get some good coupons.

Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Tuesdays of our lives. Peace out.



Monday, April 2, 2012

the weekend that was

Rolf's chandelier
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A trip to NYC on Friday night that included someone asking me if they could testify to me about Jesus - do I look like you can testify to me about Jesus? No, I do not - seeing white leggings worn as pants (the worst legging offense), overhearing phone drama on the train in which someone used the term "Who dimed me out?" many times, and a street squabble involving a man who looked like a 12 year old short kid and a girl who was wearing pleather leggings and hooker heels.
All in all an amusing trip up. Thanks Shawn for the hookup!

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Kim's gorgeous new place with a great view of the Empire State Building and finally meeting her man

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Staying up until almost 3 a.m. catching up with my girls

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Spanky

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A much needed piping hot bagel with lox cream cheese

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Bloody Marys at Rolf's

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La Mela shit show with Aspite, Kate and Corey to round out our group


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Seeing someone wearing this shirt in public

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Fanny pack!

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Coming home on Sunday and instead of preparing for the week or doing anything constructive, I watched every episode of The Killing season one and most of the premier of season two...I fell asleep at the end
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Since I spent this weekend with two of my oldest and dearest friends, I thought I'd close this out with a little through the years photo montage. I have known Kimmy Foo Foo since I was 13 and Schlitz since I was 15. When we get together, which is not as frequently as we once did with us living in different cities and having busy lives, it's like we were never apart. We are who we've always been. I am truly grateful for our history, all the stories we can tell about things we've done, all the talk about things we'll do, and all the love we share through everything, no matter what.

High School


In Espana
Graduation June 1995


College

Junior year - University of Delaware

KVS's art show senior year - Penn State 1999

The 20s

At Melissa's in West Chester 2000


Sea Isle 2003

Newport, RI, before we were 30...the most bloody marys I have ever drank in my entire life

The 30s

 
Eight bottles of wine and fake mustaches the night before Laura ran the NYC Marathon in 2007


The day before my wedding in 2010

March 2012

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the weekend that was
I'm not ready for this week.


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