Friday, July 20, 2012

Home run ... this cutout is outta here

Last night we went to Sandy's for a Darren Daulton appearance, a roast beast Sandywich, and a few beers.

Dutch was his very nice, out there, boozy self, and he signed a plaque we won in a basket auction at Relay For Life 2011. In this plaque that now lives on a shelf in our basement, he has no shirt on and is rocking a mullet. It's unique, to say the least. We presented it to him to sign, and he got a good laugh out of it and said, "So you want the story?" He was at Spring Training in Clearwater, getting changed near his trunk, and someone ran up, snapped a photo, and ran off. And the next day he saw the photo in the paper. The End. He signed the shirtless part and the baseball card that sits in the top corner. It was a riot. 

He's still cheesing
Carol and Dutch
Dad and Dutch
Naturally, they were giving away prizes at this event. There were two lifesize cardboard cutouts. As you may remember from my brother Sean's graduation party, I am completely enamored of cardboard cutouts. When they announced they were giving them away, I could care less what The Real Darren Daulton was doing or saying. I was too focused on winning The Fake Darren Daulton.

I didn't win the first one. And I didn't win the second one. BUT my husband the Mayor  came through for me, because naturally he does know the woman who won the second one, and she agrees to give it to me. 

You guys, I was seriously full of glee. I was doing a dance. Imagine the photo ops at future parties and holidays we host. I cannot wait. Thanks Carol for capturing the timeless moment when I shoved Dutch in the back seat of my car.

Nothing to see here, just shoving Darren Daulton in my back seat
Sit tight. We'll be out in a few hours.
So welcome, new roommate. We hope you're happy in your basement lair. 






Happy Friday friends. Here's a tip: your umbrella won't save you from the deluge you encounter when you emerge from the train station if it's securely tucked away in your office on the 17th floor. 
















Thursday, July 19, 2012

Thursday Thoughts


Photo:  chimes.biola.edu
1. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun. 
Sometimes it doesn't stop.

2. I normally switch between a few perfumes as variety is the spice of life. My mom bought me Clinique Happy Heart for my wedding. It's been my recent favorite. It's light and it makes me happy. In my heart, of course. I spritzed some on myself as soon as I wrote this.



3. I don't think I can even quantify the amount of water I've ingested this week. Bastard heat. Bastard, bastard heat. Today there's some relief, but not enough.



4. One week from today I will be in a house on a lake with my ladies - Laura and my two Kims - and some other fun housemates. I cannot wait.



5. Guess what guess what GUESS WHAT? Tonight I'm going to Sandy's to see Darren Daulton. If you need me, I will be very busy trying to discuss his glorious mullet of yesteryear with him.
Rock that mullet, Dutch. Photo: sortingbyteams.wordpress.com

6. Last night we stopped at Stephen & Aubrey's awesome new place. Stephen dug this picture out of the four of us, taken just shy of 10 years ago on July 31, 2002. Oh, look at us. MFD looked at it and said, "I still have that shirt."



7. On the way home, I passed a landmark of my childhood looming large in Penndel and I marveled at how some things don't change.

Big Marty's

8. When it comes to phone chargers, I am like a Tyrannosaurus Rex playing with a tiny baby bird. Roar and smash and eat, ROAR and SMASH and EAT. I don't know what the hell happened this time, but this is what remains of the phone charger MFD gave me less than a month ago:


9. Dear Emmys: The Good Wife doesn't get a nomination for Outstanding Drama Series? Really? Have you seen it? And Girls gets a nod for Outstanding Comedy? Girls is many things, but it's definitely NOT an Outstanding Comedy. You're all fired.

10. Ecard of the week



No spaghetti arms, stay in your own dance space, and hold the frame today, friends. Johnny Castle would want you to.




Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Expectations



I saw this pinned on pinterest a week or so ago (thanks Megan for pinning it!) and thought it would make a good blog topic. This quote is commonly attributed to the Bard, but it's not found in any of his writings. Regardless of who said it, it holds a lot of truth.

Most of us have expectations for the people in our lives, and we expect life events to go a certain way, especially if we've planned them. Having some expectations is a good thing - you don't want to be living with a vagabond fool spouse or endure crappy working conditions because you didn't strive for better - but getting too caught up in expectations is setting yourself up for disappointment. Having a baseline of how you should be treated is good - going off the rails based on unrealistic expectations is not.

To avoid disappointment and heartache in almost any situation, examine and adjust your expectations.

When things don't go how we think they should, we say "Why me?" or "It's not fair!"To the first point, why not you? To the second, it's my contention that nothing in life is fair - we all have a different concept of what fair is, and 99.9% of the time the universe does not provide a fair that two of us can agree on. We're not always going to get what we expect, or what we think we deserve. That's just a fact of life.

There's a quote by Jack London that says, "Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes in playing a poor hand well." Focusing on what we should have prohibits us from maximizing what we do have.

photo: thedailydeception.com

It sucks to feel let down by someone important to you. How much of that is them actually sucking at life versus you not being clear about what you need from them? People are not mind readers, and even though we think they should know what we need or want because they know us so well/long/etc, the fact is that sometimes we have to tell them. Now, if you tell them and they STILL suck, give them the boot. On the double.

Consider having zero expectations...

"If you expect nothing from anybody, you're never disappointed." - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“If you expect nothing, you can never be disappointed. Apart from a few starry-eyed poets or monks living on a mountaintop somewhere, however, we all have expectations. We not only have them, we need them. They fuel our dreams, our hopes, and our lives like some super-caffeinated energy drink.” 
― Tonya Hurley, Homecoming


That would be nice, right? But we all know that it's unrealistic to go through life with NO expectations. They sneak in the sides of our mind and whisper to us, beckoning us to believe and hope and expect good things. Being conscious of them and managing them is what's important, along with always knowing that you are the captain of your own ship. You can't expect others to fix things for you - that's your job. It's nice when they do, but don't depend on others to improve your universe. You are in charge of your life.



The sooner we learn that life isn't fair and things aren't always going to go our way, the happier we'll be. Going into something with little expectation is very freeing. You can be pleasantly surprised with a good outcome, and at the very least you'll appreciate the small things you miss when you're busy thinking about how things should be going differently. Managing expectations means less time wasted waiting for our desired outcome and more time being present and living.



The only person on this earth who is responsible for your happiness is you.  The moral of the story is that managing your expectations will increase your overall happiness.

When I say I'm going to my happy place, I mean here. Thanks for the pic Carol.  
The other moral of the story: eat your Wheaties. The Summer Olympics are coming.

Ciao.





Monday, July 16, 2012

the weekend that was

I sat down to eat on Friday before starting my kitchen odyssey, and lo and behold Cocktail was on.
I enjoy it even though Doug annoys me. I like pre-Scientology Cruise and Elisabeth Shue.
And I love the Last Barman Poet poem.
Saturday I read the US Mag cover story on Scientology Tom and Catholic Katie's breakup. 
Paging Dr. Venkman...Dr. Peter Venkman...Xenu is on the fourth floor. 

Photo: fanpop.com
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The Neely's barbecue sauce is thebomb.com people (thanks Tiffany for the recommendation). 




I put it in the crock with frozen chicken breasts and a cup of italian dressing, then shredded it (thanks Gail for the recipe). I made a greek zucchini salad, omitting the mint and doubling the rest of the recipe aside from the dill. Next was parmesan and basil orzo. I will add about a quarter cup less of parm next time, but this was very good.


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Two funerals this weekend. It's that time of life I guess.
My thoughts are with the Gallagher/Cassidy and Ferraro families.
I wish you peace.

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I took my Grandmom to run errands.
And she gave me this awesome pitcher. It's happily ensconsed in its new home on Pitcher Ridge.



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Clutter in a home obsessed with sunglasses


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Small overnight guests: our nephews.
Do you guys know there are lego ninjas? What a terrible concept and awful cartoon.


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Twilight (Magic Time) at the playground



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I ate three donuts this weekend. That is why I don't buy donuts.

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General hausfrauing and 476 loads of house related laundry: towels, sheets, blankets, pillows.

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Lots of coffee

Next up: the Fantasy in September
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Potato chip cookies. They're a little like pecan sandies.
I subbed chocolate chips for the nuts.
I like them, but they give me a spot of heartburn.



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I struck out in my Sunday evening errands. No bathing suit coverup and zilch at RedBox.
I picked up pizza and salad from Pat's and called it a day.

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A bunch of Datelines, and Sunday night TV - The Glades and True Blood.

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the weekend that was

Don't forget to put one of those new coversheets on your TPS reports. 












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