Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Tuesday Tunes


This is one of the best songs ever. I can't remember if I've shared it before or not. I don't think I did, but just in case - deal with it. It's great and you can listen to it again.

If I know only one thing, it's that everything that I see
Of the world outside is so inconceivable often I barely can speak
Yeah I'm tongue-tied and dizzy and I can't keep it to myself
What good is it to sing helplessness blues, why should I wait for anyone else?

Helplessness Blues - Fleet Foxes

Monday, January 30, 2012

Weekend Round-Up

My dress "situation" is fixed - when I went back there on Sunday, they'd taken out all the hemming they'd done and it fit just fine.  Not sure how that works, since it was too long in the beginning, but I'm not going to ask
questions.  I don't care what sort of witchcraft they've worked just so long as it fits.  When we'd finished my fitting we went to Taste of Crepes to try and reclaim my Foursquare mayorship (I didn't, I need to go back again), and then to VF to try and find a guestbook.  After that I was told that we were going to my aunt's house to work on the wedding bouquets.  I was suspicious that it was a ruse for my bridal shower, but there weren't any cars in their driveway when we arrived so I assumed we actually would be working on them. But they had tricked me, the cars were across the street and the house was full of people!  Gosh, I didn't know I knew so many ladies.  It was a lot of fun and I got tons of great gifts.  As soon as someone sends me photos I will post a few.

On Sunday I went to the eye doctor for the first time in years.  I wanted new contacts so that I could actually see Chris when I was walking down the aisle.  So I've got some new contacts and some new glasses on the way, which is exciting.  Later in the afternoon, my aunt and uncle delivered all the gifts from the shower.  My living room is now clogged up with kitchen gear. I am far too busy to deal with it now - I figure I'll take care of it during our week off after the wedding.  Until then, we'll just have to walk around it (or, alternately, unpack it as we need it).

It was a pretty busy weekend, but lots of fun!

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Friday, January 27, 2012

Two Things

This morning, Chris and I went to get our marriage license.  This is one of the things I have been dreading the most.  You have to drive into the city (which I can't believe I used to do every day - how awful), park in a parking garage, find a building that isn't very clearly marked, be hassled by security guards about every single thing in your purse, go through a metal detector, figure out which floor you're supposed to be on, ride in an elevator, figure out which room you're supposed to be in, and then talk to someone at length about the occupation of your parents and other such nonsense.  It's as though they specifically designed this activity to combine all of my least favorite things.  The only way it could have been worse is if the courthouse was painted orange and was run by spiders with horse skulls.  In space.  Uggh.  But we did it, and that's the important thing.  We have to go back on Monday and pick it up, though, which sucks. They could have mailed it, but I didn't want to take any chances with it getting lost or anything.  I have been very suspicious of the reliability of the post office ever since so many of our wedding invitations never reached their destinations.  But at least we know what to expect now.

You know what is amazing?  Cottage cheese.  It's one of those foods I've always been curious about, but it looked too weird for me to ever actually eat.  But last weekend we were at Kim and Dustin's house and Dustin was eating it out of the container like ice cream and I figured maybe I should give it a try after all.  So I picked some up at the grocery store and tried it for breakfast, topped with honey.  The first morning it was fine, but nothing exciting.  The second morning, I was hooked.  It was the best thing I'd ever eaten and I couldn't wait to have more.  Now all I can think about is cottage cheese with honey.  It's a relatively low calorie breakfast with lots of protein (well, lots for me - I am almost always under my recommended serving of protein for the day).  Wonderful!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Wedding Bands

Tonight Chris and I finally went to match the tux vests to the straps I stole from my bridesmaids' dresses (sorry Hannah and Kylie).  I was pleasantly surprised to see that all our mens have gotten fitted - good for you guys, doing things on time!  But yeah, so that was quick and easy and no
big deal.  On the way home, Chris suggested we go to Boscov's and check out wedding bands, since those are on my big list of things that have to get taken care of in the next two weeks.  I thought this would also be quick and easy and no big deal.  They are just plain bands, won't we just have to walk
in, pick something out, and carry them home?  No, it turns out this is not the case at all.  For you see, Boscov's only had wedding bands sized 5 - 11 in stock.  Do you know what sizes we need?  4 and 13.  Yeah.  So we went across town to the Boscov's at the Berkshire Mall instead, but found the same disappointing size situation.  And it would take four to six weeks for them to arrive, which won't work at all.

We ventured out of Boscov's and into the actual mall to try some jewelry stores.  The lady at the first store (Zales, I think) actually had a full on jaw-drop when we told her the date of our wedding.  She told us our best bet would be to just pick something, anything, that they had in stock in our sizes just so we had something to use at the wedding.  We could then come back and exchange them for something we liked after the fact.  Chris was immediately drawn to the tungsten carbide rings, of course.  Nothing simple and cheap and easy for him.  But since he's going to be stuck with this
thing for the rest of his life, I figure he might as well like it.  Plus, they are the strongest, most durable rings around and we are notoriously hard on jewelry. Unfortunately, the largest they had of the style he liked (the one with carbon fiber inlay) was a 12, and they wouldn't be able to get us the correct size before the wedding.  So we'd have to do the exchange thing whether we liked it or not.  We decided to see if any of the other jewelry stores had anything in stock.

Long story short, they didn't.  We tried four other jewelry stores and they all had the exact same selections with the exact same prices.  Three of them, however, said that they could have the correct size rushed here by February 7th.  Close enough.  We could have just bought one there and then,
but I really hate spending money, so we decided to go home and meditate on it and buy one over the weekend.  While we were discussing it at home, Chris mentioned in passing my getting a smaller one to match, rather than the plain band I had been intending to purchase.  I said it wasn't a big deal, that it didn't matter if they matched or not, that I didn't really care.  He was silent.  "Unless you really care that they do not match..." I said, in disbelief.  "Yeah," he said.  "I kinda do."  Shock of shocks, he has a tiny bit of traditionalist in him after all!  So I guess I will also be getting a tungsten carbide ring with carbon fiber inlay too.  Which is just as well, considering how quickly I broke my engagement ring...

It was really weird, though, trying on all those rings.  Like, I looked at my hand with a traditional wedding band on it and it didn't feel like my hand anymore.  It was like I was looking at someone else's hand.  So I guess it is good that I am not getting a traditional band - maybe my hands will
still be my own wearing a tungsten carbide ring.  Also, the stark contrast between my antique engagement ring and my super modern wedding band will be pretty cool, I think.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Wedding Woes

Last night I went for my second wedding dress fitting.  I think they were just supposed to be checking the bustle, but it became very apparent (when I had put the dress on) that we had bigger problems to worry about.  The hem, which had been pinned up the last time I went in, was 3 - 4 inches off the ground in the front where it was supposed to be brushing the ground.  The back is fine, the sides are fine, but the front is not fine.  Weird, right? The lady with whom we had the appointment was not the actual seamstress, so
she couldn't really offer up any answers.  Instead, I was told to return on Saturday morning when the seamstress would be present to figure out the problem.  Okay, fine.  No big deal.

This afternoon, I got a phone call from a number that I did not recognize. As is my custom with unknown numbers, I sent it directly to voicemail. Turns out it was the seamstress.  In a rather snippy message, she told me that she had only taken the dress up two inches, so there was no way this was her fault.  She went on to tell me that I would have to "switch back to the original shoes" I had worn to be fitted since these "new shoes" were obviously too tall.  Umm, excuse me?  I've been wearing the same shoes the whole time.  I ordered the dress wearing three inch heels in their showroom. I had gone out, bought three inch heels, and worn them to my first fitting. I wore them again, the exact same shoes, to my fitting last night.  This little hem situation in which we've found ourselves is completely of your doing, Ms. Seamstress, not mine.  I was having a bad day already, and this message enraged me to the point that I actually called her back.  Yes,
that's right - I voluntarily picked up the phone and called someone.

She had an attitude with me from the get-go, saying that she was so glad I'd called her back quickly so we could deal with this "shoe situation".  I couldn't, she said, just switch shoes in the middle of this process and
expect everything to fit properly.  I told her in no uncertain terms exactly the same thing I just told to all of you - that I had not switched shoes. She argued with me, saying that the woman who had pinned my dress at the first appointment said I'd been wearing low heels, while the woman last night said my heels had been "quite high".  I informed her that they were both mistaken, my heels had been the same middling height for both fittings. Not too high, not too low.  Just heels.  Regular heels.  Still sounding unconvinced, she asked the time of my new appointment so that she would be present to "sort this out".  "11:00," I growled.  "I look forward to it."

It is so on.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Tuesday Tunes

Do you ever have moments where you are doing something entirely normal, when your mind wanders away from what you are doing and you get totally lost in the moment of what is happening beyond you?  Take this morning, for instance.  I was just driving to work like I always do, but the beauty of the world outside of my car just totally overwhelmed me.  The road was strangely empty of other cars.  The sky was grey, making the bright orange sunrise all the more vivid.  There was a slight mist enveloping the stark, cold winter trees.  everything just felt so... perfect, and I was overcome with such intense thankfulness that I could enjoy such peace and beauty in so mundane an activity as driving to work on a Tuesday morning.  Do you ever feel that way?  No?  Maybe it's just me.

In any case, I thought that Bon Iver was the perfect soundtrack to the desolate beauty I experienced this morning.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Broccoli Cheddar Soup

Broccoli Cheddar Soup

Tonight I made broccoli cheddar soup for dinner.  I used the recipe that was in this month's issue of Food Network Magazine.  You can find it here. We eat it with a delicious loaf of olive oil garlic bread.

Some interesting things I learned while making this soup:

1) You can steam broccoli in the microwave.  This is especially exciting because it takes our stove roughly 800 years to boil water.  But a nice serving of broccoli can easily be steamed in the microwave in just five minutes!  The recipe linked above explains how, but let me also tell you here how to steam broccoli in the microwave - put two cups of fresh broccoli in a microwave safe container, add three tablespoons of water, cover with plastic wrap, and microwave for four minutes.  Our microwave is a little faulty and will blow a fuse if we use it for more than 45 seconds straight, so I microwaved my broccoli for 30 seconds eight times, but it's the same thing.  When finished, the broccoli had the perfect blend of soft and crisp. It was almost a shame I had to put it in the soup.

2) Broccoli cheddar soup (or at least this recipe, anyway) is mostly comprised of potatoes.  Who knew?  Two pounds of potatoes and only two cups of broccoli.  Seems like it should be called "Potato Cheddar Soup With A Few Broccoli Florets Thrown In For Good Measure" - but hey, what do I know?

3) I might be allergic to raw potatoes?  Seems weird, but my finger (yes, only one finger - the pointer finger on my left had) got all itchy and swollen while I was cutting the potatoes.  I had to ice it for half an hour before the swelling started to go down.  I don't know what the deal was, I've but raw potatoes plenty of times before and nothing like this has ever happened.  Perhaps I should wear gloves the next time potatoes are on the menu.

But yeah, that was my adventure in broccoli cheddar soup making.  I am very excited about soups right now - especially pureed soups.  There are a lot of foods that I won't eat based solely on their texture, so pureeing is the perfect solution.  I am thinking about a pureed black bean soup next...

Friday, January 20, 2012

Downton Abbey

Guys, I know I'm a little behind on this trend, but I just started watching Downton Abbey on Netflix and I am totally in love with it.  The house is beautiful, the clothes are beautiful, and they've got such delightfully snoody problems - it's just perfect!

I'm only on episode five, but man.  I can't wait to see how everything turns out.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

PS3 AV/HDMI Fix

As some of you may know, our PS3 has been out of commission since right after Christmas.  Poor Chris attempted to turn it on to play Skyrim, but it didn't work.  When I say that, I mean that he turned on the ps3 and all the lights lit up normally, but there was no video.  Quite distressing.  He restarted it a few times and stuff, but to no avail.  So we took it to Complete In Box in Ephrata, PA - a nearby game shop that also does repairs.  They told us it would be a while, since they were busy with holiday stuff, but they'd let us know when they'd fixed it.

Yesterday Chris got an email back from them.  They'd finally gotten around to our PS3 and we could come and pick it up.  There was nothing wrong with it, really, it had just gotten switched from HDMI to AV output.  Haaaakward.  Now we look like idiots and we could have been using our console this whole time.  Lame.  On the plus side, though, they didn't charge us for it at all.  What a nice bunch of guys, am I right?  If you are in the area and are looking for games and enjoy supporting small businesses as much as I do, be sure to check them out.

But yeah, so, if you found your way here because your PS3 just stopped showing video one day and you're looking for answers, make sure you haven't just accidentally reset the video output mode.  Here's a quick and simple video explaining how to switch a PS3 from AV to HDMI (or the other way around, of course):

Monday, January 16, 2012

Bachelorette

Saturday night was my surprise bachelorette party.  I say surprise because it is very difficult to be sneaky around someone with OCD.  I knew something was up because my heels were missing from my shoe pile.  Someone, probably Kylie, had stolen my dressy shoes.  Hmmmmmm...  But the specifics of the evening remained unknown to me until I arrived at Kim's house, so that much was a surprise at the very least.

First we had a potluck "fake Smokey Bones" dinner at Kim's house which was, of course, delicious.  I apparently cannot be friends with anyone who is not an amazing cook.  I was also given some lingerie for my wedding night.  I am far too... proper to show it to you here, but I will show you the tiny box in which it is contained.  A long time ago, I told my sister that if I ever got married, she'd better buy me the skimpiest lingerie imaginable - that it had better be nothing more than lace and strings.  She took these words very literally.  You can use your imagination from there.

When we were finished eating, Kylie whisked me away upstairs to do my makeup, hair, and dress me like a streetwalker (hence the heels).  Then we went to the WineDown Cafe, a place I have always wanted to visit but was far too intimidated to ever enter without the added bravery of a few drinks.  It was surprisingly non-threatening but again keep in mind that I was already several drinks into the evening by the time we got there.  I had a sangria and some champagne, compliments of the house, and we all shared cheese and cracker platter.  I have a feeling that many future girls' nights will have their starts at that place.

After that, we went to Building 24 for more beverages and dancing.  I know that some of my more adventurous readers might be thinking this sounds like a pretty tame night, and it may be considered that for most people.  But for me, who gets uncomfortable even thinking about the seething mast of humanity that can be found "in da club", this was somewhat akin to skydiving in terms of terror.  I doubt I would have been able to step foot in the door had I not been well into my cups, but I was and I did and it was a lot of fun.  I'm not sure I'll ever regain feeling in my toes (dancing in platform heels for several hours will apparently do that to a person), but it was worth it.

When we had tired ourselves out, we went back to Kim's house for cake (shaped like a certain part of the male anatomy - lovingly handcrafted by Kim) and then crashed on floors, beds, air mattresses, and couches.  In the morning, we feasted on baked french toast, eggs, and sausage.  It was a wonderful time.  Thanks to all of you who planned it, attended it, chaperoned it, and just overall made it possible.

The strangest part, to me, is that I really do feel as though I've said farewell to some part of myself.  While I know, logically, that being married to Chris will be exactly the same as living with Chris "in sin" (other than the fact that we'll get to file joint tax returns - hooray!) as I have been, I can't help but feel some sort of... shifting?  It's hard to explain the intricacies of being "legitimate" and that sort of thing.  It's all so personal and individual, you know?  I mean, we've been dating for five years now, and that is fine.  That is great.  But after pining for so long and imagining that this day would never come, it's very bizarre to have it actually happening.  Good, but weird.  And will being a "married woman" magically turn me into someone else?  I really doubt it, but that doesn't make it any less bewildering to imagine.  It's really difficult to put these feelings into words.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Sketch 03

Katie
This was inspired by a podcast I was listening to about an amusement park ride attendant in New Jersey named Katie.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Wedding Flowers

Tonight I went shopping with my parents, sister, aunt, and uncle to find wedding flowers.  Since it is the middle of winter and valentines weekend, we figured it would be cheaper and easier to just use silk flowers.  We went to the Flower & Craft Warehouse in Blue Ball and found everything we needed.  I'm not going to post any pictures until after the wedding, so as not to ruin the surprise for those of you attending, but rest assured that they look awesome.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Wedding Food

Tonight Chris and I went with my parents to taste some hors d'oeuvres for the wedding.  We settled on spinach artichoke bowls and smoked turkey cranberry brie croissants.  We also tasted the tiny pies, also known as tarts, which were just so amazing it isn't even funny.  Other than that, though, you'll have to wait for the actual wedding to find out about the food.

It was so foggy that we actually went to the wrong house before finally finding the caterer.  Like, we drove up the wrong driveway, parked, and got out of the car before realizing our error.  It was some of the most ridiculous fog I've ever seen.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

What I Wore Wednesday

I love wearing something unexpected under my work clothes.

Knee high socks under my work pants!
Booties: Boscov's
Socks: Target

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Tuesday Tunes



Okay, I know there's a lot of controversy or whatever over Lana Del Rey, but I really love this song. At first glance it is a love song, but it just sounds so sad. I am not really sure what to make of it, and I think that is what I like best about it. For me it embodies that feeling of having everything you ever wanted and still not being content. Whether or not this is the song's intent is neither here nor there, that's just what it means to me.

Video Games - Lana Del Rey

Monday, January 9, 2012

The Fridge of Our Dreams

Tonight Chris and I stopped at Lowe's so I could get some hooks with which to hang my bird feeders.  While we were there, he picked up some potential color swatches for his new office (grey - ick).  We also made the mistake of looking at the mock kitchens.  We lost a fair bit of our evening mooning over granite counter-tops and wood paneled stove hoods.  We also fell in love with a refrigerator

Samsung 28.5 Cu. Ft. French Door Refrigerator

I mean, just look at it.  The internet doesn't do it justice.  It's got two climate controlled drawers, shelves that fold up if you've got tall items to fit in there, and a pizza sleeve.  Yes, that's right, it has a special compartment in the freezer drawer which is designed to hold up to a 16 inch frozen pizza.  If that's not made for us, I don't know what is.  It also has an ice dispenser, which is something I always swore I'd have on my fridge when I grew up, since my parents would never swing for one.  From the panel on the front, you can control the temperatures of the freezer and refrigerator, turn the light on and off, choose your preferred ice setting, and even lock the ice dispenser if you've got naughty children who won't stop spilling ice all over your floor (which we don't, but it's a nice feature anyway).  All in all, it is perfect.  So if you're looking for a great wedding gift idea, Chris and I would love make this fridge a part of our family (just kidding - please do not buy us a several thousand dollar refrigerator - it would make us feel bad).

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Sketch 02

Trashy publicity photos
These are speed sketches of some pictures that have showed up on my radio.com dashboard.  Didn't take the time to note who they were originally, so it is anyone's best guess. 

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Dress Fitting

Today Kylie and I went to get our dresses fitted for the wedding.  Hers took about twenty seconds, but mine took substantially longer than that.  Luckily, since I waited so last minute to get this take care of, my dress doesn't need much altering at all.  The bustle just needs to be created and the hem needs to come up a little bit, since I didn't end up getting heels quite as tall as I had intended.  I don't want to be taller than Chris, after all.  I also got some fabric swatches of the bridesmaid dresses so that I can match the tux vests and find something matchy for our flower-girl to wear.  So at least I can check some things off of my eight mile long "List Of Things To Do Before The Wedding".  Thanks goodness.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Wedding Registry

For anyone who is wondering, Chris and I are registered at Target and Boscov's.  We may or may not be registering at Bed Bath & Beyond as well, but that hasn't happened as of this post.  I'll keep you updated.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Really? That's the "Worst Kitchen In America"?

So I was just looking through the latest food network magazine and they had a write-up about the upcoming "Worst Kitchen In America" special.  You may remember that I sent in a video for it, since my kitchen is pretty God-awful. 

This is the kitchen that won.  There's not a lot of information available on the internet about his kitchen, since the show hasn't aired yet and the thing in FNM is an exclusive look just for subscribers.  But let me just tell you straight up - this kitchen ain't got nothing on my kitchen.  I'll write a better rebuttal after the show airs and I have photo evidence to compare, but for now just take my word for it.  Argh.  So angry.  Two rant nights in a row.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Wedding Rant

Guys, can we take a minute here to talk about wedding planning?  I know some of you just got really excited, since people are continuously asking me about wedding plans.  But this is not a "fun details about the wedding" post, this is a "complaining about how terrible it is to plan a wedding post.  Seriously, this is a stressful and awful thing.  Your wedding is supposed to be an exciting, fun thing to which you look forward with breathless anticipation.  I, on the other hand, am staring it down with trepidation and dread.  I cannot wait for it to be over.

Most of this is caused by the constant need to make phone calls.  This need goes unabated, since I refuse to make them.  If you have known me for any amount of time, you know that I live in fear of having to call anyone.  Wedding professionals are no exception.  So I've just been completely avoiding any aspect of the wedding that requires me to make a phone call - which is most of them.  Here's the thing, though: I don't think I should have to be making these calls.  Correct me if I am wrong, but if you are a DJ or a caterer or a photographer or a dress shop, isn't it your job to make sure I have music and food and photos and a dress?  I don't feel like it is my job to be chasing down all these people for details.  Shouldn't they be contacting me?  They provide wedding services for a living, they know the way things are supposed to happen a lot better than I do.  I am getting married in less than two months and I still have not chosen the menu, I still have not met with the photographer to go over what sort of pictures I want, I still have not gotten my dress altered, I still have not chosen our play list, and I still have not met with whoever will be marrying us.  And not one of these people have called or emailed me to find out when I would like to do these things.  I have never done this before - how am I supposed to know how this all works?  Will it all just sort of fall into place?  Will they call the night before the wedding to fine tune these very important things?  Will they just hope to get paid a whole ton of money for nothing when my wedding day passes without them having ever done anything?  I'm just very frustrated with the whole deal.  I don't feel that these professionals are being very professional. 

Also: invitations.  Talk about the most infuriating thing ever.  Why haven't most people received them yet when they all went out together?  I do not know.  So if I know you in real life and you haven't gotten an invitation - let me know.  If I don't get back to you, it probably means you weren't invited in the first place.  Just kidding (or am I?)!  Pro tip, though?  Don't go about it in an accusatory manner.  This just makes me really angry.  They were dropped off at the post office - after that, it is out of my hands.

At least I will have plenty of time to recover afterwords.  We are not going on a honeymoon right away, since I think the stress of the wedding combined with the stress of travel would kill me, but I did take off from work the week after the wedding.  And the Friday before the wedding.  So that's, like, ten straight days of not having to go to work.  Wow.  The last time I went that long without working was five years ago.  You know, back before I had a real job.  God, that's depressing.  But regardless, it should be a nice, relaxing break filled with lots of sitting around and not doing anything.  I will undoubtedly go crazy from boredom by Tuesday.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Tuesday Tunes

Today I have another Grouplove song for you all.  You might remember them from May 3rd's Tuesday Tunes.



Tongue Tied - Grouplove

Monday, January 2, 2012

Things That Suck About Being An Adult - Holiday Edition

1) Taking Down The Christmas Tree (And Other Decorations): this is one of the saddest activities I have ever experienced.  Seriously.  It's rubbing your face in the fact that all the holiday happiness and cheer is over.  Also, there's a mostly dead naked tree in your living room, reminding you that you took an innocent green life just to provide yourself with a few weeks of enjoyment.  So very selfish.  And then I have to tote everything back up to the attic which is a very dark and cold undertaking in my case since the attic does not have heat or electric.  And don't even get me started on the grief caused by tossing the poor tree out to the curb.  Or, even worse, driving it to the tree drop-off and abandoning it.  When I was a child, my parents handled this depressing task.  I would just wake up on New Year's Day and the Christmas tree would be gone.  It was a seamless introduction back into the post-Christmas world.  Now I have to personally deal with disheartening chore and it sucks.

2) Party Aftermath: whether you are attending a party or hosting a party, there is always some sort of cleanup involved.  If you are hosting that party yourself, God help you.  I've hosted one big party and one picnic so far in my years of home ownership and it was awful.  I was too tried to deal with the mess before I went to bed, but waking up to find your property strewn with cups and plates and bottles and leftover food was not anywhere near worth the extra sleep I had awarded myself.  But even if you go to someone else's party, there's still crap you've got to do when the part is over.  Here, have an example.  Chris and I spent New Year's Eve at party with our friends, as NYE ought to be spent.  Unfortunately, I came down with a terrible migraine very earl on and ended  up falling asleep on the floor before the ball dropped.  When our designated driver (thanks Dustin!) woke me up to go home at 3:30 am, all I wanted to do was leave.  Unfortunately, I first had to gather up the gifts we'd received that evening, dispose of the trash I had created before I had fallen asleep, pack up our crock pot, collect all of the other miscellaneous dishes we had brought along, and carry them all out to the car.  Then, when we got home, I had to carry them back into the house, dump out the leftover food, and set the crock pot to soak in the sink before I could actually just go to sleep.  I wanted to weep for the horror of it.  When I was a child, I went to parties unladen.  When it was time to leave, I simply put on my coat and got into the car.  When we got home, I went to bed without a single thought for all the cleanup.  Alternately, when we had parties, I just enjoyed them and then went to bed.  When I got up the next morning, everything was as it had been, with no leftover party residue.  It wasn't that I assumed it just took care of itself, it's just that I never even thought of it at all.  Having to face the realities of parties is terrible.  It takes almost all the fun out of them.

3) Going To Work Between Christmas And New Year's Day: when I was a child, we had Christmas (or, more politically correct, Winter) Break.  You probably did too.  That marvelous week off of school to enjoy the holidays while they were happening.  As an adult, I don't have that.  On the day after Christmas I have to get up and go back to work.  It's a terrible shock, after all the nostalgic feelings of Christmas day, to be violently reminded in such a way that I am an adult now and all the happiness of childhood is behind me.  And it's always such a terrible, busy week at work, too...  Nothing like looming deadlines to kill whatever holiday cheer you have left.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

2011

Well.  What to say about 2011...  It was a pretty rough year, honestly.  I mean, I know I feel that way because of the whole "Kylie in the hospital" thing, but even beyond that it was... rough.  Lots of things happened, lots of things changed.  I had a bunch of Sad For No Reason times.  It was rough.

But now let's review my resolutions from last year.  Last year I resolved to sketch more, which was an overwhelming success.  I am drawing more now than I have in years and I am loving it.  I will continue to do this, but I don't think it really counts as a resolution anymore.  Write more blog entries?  Yeah, let's try that again.  I did a pretty good job for the first two months of 2011, but I started to drop off again by March.  Still, I totaled 175 entries, up from 144 in 2010.  Cleaning all the things didn't go very well either, unfortunately.  But I'll keep trying.  I am not sure if I necessarily weigh less than I did last year, but I have certainly been more healthy.  We have been eating better and I have been going to the gym.  I feel better and I feel better about myself.  Also, I haven't had nearly so much trouble breathing now that I have actually been giving my lungs a bit of a workout every now and then. 

Okay, so I guess we'll call that minor success?  On to my resolutions for this year:

1) Clean All The Things: this place is a mess and there's no reason for it.  I will get into some sort of routine and I will keep my house clean so that I don't have to be so embarassed when people stop by from time to time.

2) Be Less Involved: I do too many things.  I am hardly ever at home and I hardly ever get to do anything just for myself because I want to do it.  This year, I resolve to have less things scheduled all the time.  There's no reason I have to be out doing something every night of the week.  It's ridiculous.

3) Be More Healthy: this is something I've been working on and something I want to continue.  I want to keep going to the gym, keep shopping at the farmer's market, make more meals at home, and generally just be more health conscious.

4) Write More Blog Entries: I really enjoy writing, and blog entries are a great way to practice.  Also, I see a lot of home improvements in my future, so I want to keep an updated log of those on my other blog, The Hateful Hovel.

So there you have it.  Nothing to out of reach, I think.  Wish me luck!

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