- We have a three-day weekend ahead of us. I anticipate lots of sleep.
- I want worms for composting. We throw away a lot of 'use-able' produce and it just stinks up the trash and we can't have chickens to take care of it, so by George, why can't I get some worms to just eat it all up!?
- I want chickens.
- I also want a lamb that Cody and I would buy and my parents would feed it out at their place and then we could have it slaughtered and processed and split the meat.
- Lamb = best meat in the world.
- I still owe over $13,000 on my car.
- Yesterday, I felt sick and went home and took some Benadryl and ibuprofen and slept for 3 hours. I woke up still tired and stuffy.
- I am, in fact, still tired and stuffy.
- I am now more than 300 pages into Jonathon Strange & Mr Norrell.
- I had a dream that I cut my hair pretty short. Myself.
- I need to reorganize my desk. This will require more hanging files, which we don't seem to have anywhere.
- I need to take inventory of my yarn and reorganize it. I have lots of yarn everywhere.
- Cody boxed up the majority of his old comics and donated them to Camp Ozark. They were grouped numerically by universe, alternate worlds, and storylines.
- Did I mention that when I returned from Dallas, Cody had gone ahead and taken Casey's gigantic pseudo-antique-looking framed map of the world and put it on our bedroom wall, right by my side of the bed? He did. He did it before I got home so that I wouldn't even have to help. How thoughtful.
- I saw Casey eat fish the other night. It was really anti-climactic.
- I went down to another office to get cake for someone's retirement reception. The cake was great, but I think some of the icing is in my hair now.
- I do not recommend the chicken and dumplings from Dixie Cafe. It was like really bad soup.
- Last week, I got a new dictionary (eh) AND my very own copy of The Chicago Manual of Style. Woo hoo! It's beautiful and the dust jacket is still shiny and orange. I haven't really gotten a chance to really delve into it yet. I'm probably going to do that in a minute because I'm pretty sure the desk re-organization project (which is sort of moderately underway already) will need to wait until next week. I don't want to forget where I've put everything, after all.
- I recently became facebook friends with a friend I've known since birth. For some reason, knowing that Terri can see my pictures and comments and notes is more incentive to use perfect grammar and exhibit good behavior than the facebook friendships with all of my former Sunday school teachers AND Dad combined.
- I wish I cared more about the presidential election. That's a lie. I'm fine with not caring. I'll care in October.
- Speaking of October, things at work are going to start picking up soon and I'll have less time for posting. This means that I'll either start typing up meaningful and articulate posts the night before that are fewer in number, but of a better quality......or you'll just get random pictures whenever I get the chance to showcase my terrible paintbrush skills.
- Is anybody else getting really excited that the state fair and football season and other events that involve eating outdoors are coming up soon? Because I'm starting to get really excited about that.
- My head hurts. My chest is sore. My nose is stuffy.
- If it's okay with you, I'd like to go home to my yarn now.
- In conclusion, I should be allowed to have chickens.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Mine was better, I assure you.
I saw My Morning Jacket play Saturday night.
They were glorious.
They came on about 30 minutes late.
As Jarrett and I stood there (after 30 or 40 minutes of standing in line outside before they let us in the venue), somehow separated from the rest of the group by some random jerk who though he could push past us (I didn't let him through. He was tall.), and maybe 3 feet away from the gate that kept us from rushing the stage, we wondered why they were late and debated the pros and cons of being at "The Show" where one of the members had a breakdown and they couldn't perform and that's when the band started to fall apart. Jarrett was okay with the suffering so long as he could tell his grandkids about it someday. I'm not so willing to make sacrifices for posterity.
But in the end, it didn't matter because they came out and played and they were great.
And: I should probably try to build up to this, but I'm just going to come out and say it.
My Morning Jacket sometimes covers Erykah Badu's "Tyrone." When they came out for the encore, they started playing it. And then she came out and finished it!!!! Click here for the video and a nice little write-up. We were absolutely freaking out. Apparently, she lives in Dallas and we really shouldn't have been that surprised because she joins all kinds of groups onstage when they're in town. Except they're usually not My Morning Jacket.
(Stolen from the Gorilla vs. Bear blog : http://gorillavsbear.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-morning-jacket-x-erykah-badu-live-in.html)
Yup, there they are. Erykah Badu and Jim James. He just sang back up after she came on. But yes.
And here are some pictures from Jeff's phone.
Jim James and the flying V!Here's Carl Broemel.
He was directly in front of us.
10 to 15 feet away.
Off the Record: Holy smokes, this is unbelievably awesome to be so early in the night.
Gideon: Oh wow. So noisy. So amazing.
Wonderful Man: Not a fan. I still sang along. Good stuff.
The Way He Sings: Of course. Wonderful. Perfect.
Touch Me Pt. 1: Not bad live. I love this song.
I'm Amazed: Yay!
Thank You Too: Yeah, I don't care.
Sec Walkin: Good job, but I don't really like this song.
Golden: Yay! Great song. I was transfixed.
Two Halves: Again, it was a good job but I don't like the song.
War Begun: I always skip this song on the CD, but I really liked it toward the end. A lot!
Lay Low: Whoooooo! Exclamation points! So great! One of my favorite songs!
Aluminum Park: Supergood.
Mahgeetah: Moderately ruined by the incredibly drunk man with the incredibly drunk and stupid girlfriend who was too attractive for him who cut in front of us and wouldn't stop talking. Not exactly the band's fault. I love this song.
Phone Went West: Oh you have got to be kidding me! I thought they were starting to play it. Jarret thought they probably wouldn't. Then they were totally playing it and I punched him in the arm repeatedly. It was great.
Bermuda Highway (Jim solo): Amazing and wonderful and totally ruined by the drunk guy in front of us. I kicked him.
Look At You: I didn't quite realize how many of the songs on Evil Urges I'd rather not sit through. Hate this song.
Dondante: Oh man. So good. So loud. Amazing.
Smokin From Shootin: Please stop playing songs off of Evil Urges.
Touch Me Pt. 2: Okay, play this one. Really great. Great, great, great!
Tyrone (with Erykah Badu): AHHHHHHHHH!
Wordless Chorus: Oh, thank goodness. I was really hoping they'd play this.
Highly Suspicious: Dance, sucker!
Cobra: No way. (This was the point when I realized I was probably never going to get to go to the bathroom ever again. This song is roughly 20 minutes long. Fine by me.) Yes!
Anytime: Sing along time!
Run Thru: Runnnnnnnn!
It was an excellent show. Drunk people shouldn't be allowed to get in our way, but other than that it was a great show. Big bathrooms. Good sound. Wood floors. I bought a t-shirt. I can't find a picture of it. But anyway, it's black and says "My Morning Jacket" in white across the top and has an owl underneath. Basically my torso looks like the Evil Urges CD.
My neck still hurts a little from looking up for so long. My ears are fine, though. It was a fabulous time. We may have all gotten contact highs. No big deal. We (Jen, Jarrett, Jessi, Jeff, Brook, and Brad, by the way) had a lot of snacks back at the hotel. I wore my shirt back to Arkansas. It's a Small and everything.
All in all, it was a good trip and a lovely time was had by all and I was happy to get back to Cody and tell him about Jim James's drunken (?) ramblings about the Reunion Tower and the Sun Sphere and the songs and the crowd.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I sat there for about an hour, turning red and pruny, reading a fashion magazine (oh hush), and enjoying the peace and quiet that Cody interrupted only once when he came in and started digging around under the sink and asked where the peroxide was (in the kitchen in that cabinet with the rest of the medicine stuff) because he'd just stabbed himself in the thumb while unloading the dishwasher.
It really was almost as perfect as a bath in a non-pool-sized tub without bubbles can get: I had reading materials, I was steaming my pores, the dishes were being taken care of.....
......and then I noticed it was time to really clean the shower again.
NOOOOoooo! But I just did it....a while ago or something.
Okay, so it's time to scrub the nastiness off of the shower. You know what that means: that's right, I'm going to try out some my brand new borax! Yay!
Why? Because the Scrubbing Bubbles don't do that much, other than irritate my lungs and give the bathroom that nice, clean, lemon smell (which I love, but it hurts me). And baking soda on a washrag is nice and abrasive and plentiful but that's kind of messy. And, by George, I bought that box of borax 2 or 3 Sundays ago and I'm ready to use it.
So here's a nice recipe I found:
All Purpose Cleaner
Put 2 teaspoons of borax in a spray bottle with 2 cups of very hot water.
Shake to blend.
I have a spray bottle, hot water, and borax. And some gloves, just to be on the safe side.
Oh, the adventures that await me.
It is already a truth universally acknowledged that everyone I encounter on my morning commute is a terrible driver. But I'd like to point out that rain makes them even worse drivers.
Just a friendly reminder:
Every vehicle, except motorcycles and motor-driven cycles, upon a street or highway within this state shall display lighted lamps and illuminating devices, as respectively required for different classes of vehicles, during any period in which the vehicle's windshield wipers are being used for clearing or cleaning rain, snow, or other precipitation from the windshield because of inclement weather.[Arkansas Code Annotated, § 27-36-204(2)(A)]
You hear that, Mr. or Mrs. My Car Has Running Lights that Automatically Turn on When I Start the Car So Whatever!?!?!? You need to turn on your lights! Not the running lights, not the parking lights. Headlights.
You will love it. People will be able to see you. You will probably be able to see things better.
And I will be able to reserve my intense dislike for people who slow down my commute by whipping into Burger King or a liquor store, and those abominable people who think that it's okay to turn left when not in a turning lane or at a light. (You can't. Just stop.)
- If you have to turn on your wipers, you have to turn on your lights
- If you drive like a maniac only to slam on the brakes and turn in to some fast food chain for breakfast, the most important meal of the day, I will hold in my heart intense dislike for you that borders on hatred as I plot out horrible things I will never get to scream at you
- Don't turn left
- I need to get the rubber boots out of the trunk of my car and let them ride shotgun with me, just in case, for the next few days
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Yeah, that's how my weekend went.
That's how my plans for blogging today went.
But don't worry.
I've made a list for upcoming topics!
Here are some little updates to tide you over till then:
- I have run out of my favorite tea.
- I found out I can order my favorite tea on amazon!
- The Fat and Loud Man on top of us has moved out and has been replaced by Young Couple With Too Much Stuff and a Little Kid Who Seems Kind of Dumb and Annoying and Immature.
- I don't feel too well.
- I'm going home in a few minutes.
- I'm getting my oil changed after work so that the car will be ready for her trip to Dallas this weekend!
- I'm going to try to clean the soup and Mt. Dew out of the seats of the car as well. Sorry.
- I didn't get an allergy shot yesterday.
- I'm not getting an allergy shot next week, either!
- I want some fast food. Some kind of burrito or a KFC bowl or something.
- I look like I don't feel well.
- I have decided to start doing stomach crunches. I know I said I never would ever again after Sally Wood's Body Sculpting PE class that fateful semester of SP05, but I must. My stomach is out of control.
- I will never take up jogging, though.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Especially if you're my parents.
Especially if you know it's pictures of your kids.
Especially if you've known this was coming since Mother's Day.
Especially if they're in frames and everything.
Several lovely 4 X 6 pictures came in a photo album
that looks like a billfold and can live in Mom's purse.
This is the first time the four of us have been professionally photographed
(in a non-wedding way) together since the late 90s.
Look at how excited Mom and Dad are about this!
Here they are with the grand haul.
The picture in Mom's left hand is the four of us, the two husbands, and Dallas.
Pictures = great
Pictures of us = happy parents
Thirty years of marriage = really good presents
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I do now!
DIY Household Cleaners
With spring upon us, those extra hours of daylight have a way of revealing every bit of schmutz and stubborn stain that hid from sight throughout the winter. But as you open your windows to let in fresh air, don't pollute it with lung irritants like ammonia and chlorine bleach or hormone-disrupting phthalates used in fragrances. Instead, make your own cleaners from healthier, least-toxic ingredients.
Circumvent the armada of commercial cleaners by keeping an ample supply of these eight items, which make up the basic ingredients for nearly every do-it-yourself cleaning recipe.
Baking soda: provides grit for scrubbing and reacts with water, vinegar or lemon by fizzing, which speeds up cleaning times
Borax: disinfects, bleaches and deodorizes; very handy in laundry mixes
Distilled white vinegar: disinfects and breaks up dirt; choose white vinegar over apple cider or red vinegars, as these might stain surfaces
Hydrogen Peroxide: disinfects and bleaches
Lemons: cut grease; bottled lemon juice also works well, although you might need to use bit more to get the same results
Olive oil: picks up dirt and polishes wood; cheaper grades work well
Vegetable based (liquid castile) soap: non-petroleum all-purpose cleaners
Washing soda: stain remover, general cleaner, helps unblock pipes; should be handled with gloves due to its caustic nature. Washing soda is usually found in the laundry aisle of grocery and drug stores.
Don't forget to pick up an empty spray bottle at the hardware store, and keep those old rags and used toothbrushes for wiping up and scrubbing.
In spite of all this, I'm just a little disheartened.
No real reason, no real cure.
So here we are.
But it's been a while since I posted, so here's some stuff for me to tell you:
- I bought some borax last week. I don't know what it is. I just know you can clean with it.
- The next time I try to kill mold or get rid of stains and some DIY website calls for borax, I'll have it.
- I don't know what I'm supposed to do borax.
- The borax is just sitting under the sink.
- Since I'm too melancholy to wikipedia borax, can somebody let me know if it's flammable?
- Borax may need a capital 'b' or something.
- I've noticed Cody and I are always among the first to leave social gatherings. Sometimes I think people are holding out, as if they'll be darned if they leave before we do. I don't know what happens or why it's important.
- I'm convinced the real reason people wait for us to leave is because that's when the real fun begins and our so-called friends don't want to share the real fun with us. Or they want to gossip about how we smell bad. Surely those are the only two possible explanations.
- I did some editor stuff this past week.
- I'm not sure how well the editor stuff went this week.
- I've still my Sharpie tattoo on my lower back from last weekend.
- Sharpies are forever.
- August's book list is going to be tiny.
- I'm currently reading Jonathon Strange and Mr Norrell, just a chapter or two before bed most nights, and I love it. I'm at least 200ish pages in. Only 500 or so more to go!
- The only thing we've got definitively planned for this weekend is going to Soundstage at 8 on Saturday. Other than that, we're free to run rampant.
- Projected goals for this weekend:
- wake up early on Saturday and iron clothes!
- visit Cody's grandma in the nursing home!
- develop film (at long last--it's been a frugal week)!
- knitting! It calms me.
- I have noticed that I'm really starting to spread out. I am probably two pounds away from being able to take those cute 'just starting to show' pregnant girl pictures everyone seems so fond of posting.
- I am not pregnant. I'm not even bloated. It would appear that I've just lost every abdominal muscle I've ever had.
- Stop laughing--I'm very short! It's a tiny, five-pound difference between "These jeans don't fit well" to "Wow, I just knocked myself out of the healthy BMI range!" on my frame.
- Sometimes I think about how we'll probably never have real popsicles in our freezer because of Cody's popsicle stick phobia and it really makes me wonder why we're together.
- My problems are ridiculous.
- My hair's getting pretty long. I find this pleasing.
- I've stopped blowdrying my hair most mornings.
- I'm going to have another Mt. Dew.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I'm the one on the left. So I've neglected to blog. I've been working on lots of stuff. But now that I have 9 minutes left of my lunch break, I'm going to give you the incredibly abbreviated version of my weekend.
- Go to the boy house
- Don't clean up
- Celebrate Jessi's birthday in the trashiest manner possible
- Make pink dip while talking on the phone with Laine
- Get really excited because Laine has found all of the picture frames for the photos we gave our parents for their anniversary
- Get really excited when Laine tells me one of her best friends, Joanna, is having a baby
- Get jealous because Laine is going to be an aunt
- Number of times I screamed as a response of poor facial hair choices: 7
- Lose 5 hours of my life to the Olympic's opening ceremonies after I swore I would boycott the Olympics
- Funny line from the night: "If I were I cat, I think I would look like this one." The birthday girl
- Don't sleep late enough
- Buy peas and flowers
- Let the family in the house
- Take pictures of Mom and Dad with pictures
- Eat dinner
- Give cards and presents to our parents
- Play games
- Lose games
- Wake up early to drive to Searcy to attend church
- Starve to death
- Stick around for services and church
- Get rewarded with pizza from the Conoco in Rose Bud (glorious!)
- More games
- More losing at games
- Go to Cody's mom's house and give her peas
- Watch the stupid Olympics
- Funny lines from the day: "Bye all!" Grandmother. She then walked out the door without hugging any of her granddaughters, had Robert put her suitcase in her truck, and drove away. The end.
Today my parents celebrate 30 years of marriage! I'm pretty excited for them.
We celebrated as a family this weekend. Levi flew in, Grandmother drove up, Laine and Robert came over, and....Cody and I just vacuumed and opened the door and let people in our apartment.
They are one of my favorite couples. They never seem to run out of things to talk about. They are some of the few people I'll listen to when they offer marriage advice because I wouldn't mind having a marriage like theirs. They take care of each other and genuinely enjoy each other.
It only seemed fitting for Laine would decide the perfect anniversary present would be pictures of their kids. All of them. We did this back around Mother's Day. They were thrilled. For the most part, their marriage has been centered around their family, which is constantly growing if you count the sons-in-law, the boyfriend, and the little neighbor boy, and they do. Nonetheless, I hope they have a great day with just the two of them today.
Happy anniversary! I love you!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Cody: The tablespoons are all dirty.
Jen: Just use three teaspoons.
[Cody gives a look]
Jen: Three teaspoons make a tablespoon.
Cody: Noooo. That's ..... no, I don't think that's it.
Jen: It seriously does! I'll bet you five dollars.
Cody: Who cares? We have a joint account!
Jen: I am going to take off the apron so you can better view my victory dance when you find out that I'm right.
Jen: I will call my mother! Call your mother!
Jen: Then what are you gonna do?
Cody: I'll tell you what I'm gonna do--I'm going to consult my Better Homes and Gardens conversion chart in my cookbook. That's what I'm going to do! What are you going to do?
[Jen gets ready for an exultant victory dance.]
Five minutes later...
Jen: So, what did the book say?
Cody: Oh, the cookbook? It said everything would be fine. Don't worry about it.
Mom: I always thought it would be neat if one of you girls could have married [very nice boy who was nonetheless notorious for eating crayons well into his middle school years]. He's so sweet.
Robert: Yeah, I might go out drinking. Get tore up from the floor up.
Mom: Why are you talking like that? Did you hear that in a movie somewhere?
Sara: Jen, that dress makes you look like a 1950s housewife. No.
Laine (simultaneously): You look like Laura Ingalls Wilder. Get that mess off. No.
Laine: If she doesn't like this cake, I'm going to punch her in the face. [Grocery store sacker looks up in alarm.]
Monica (via facebook message): If you hear anything, please skip the stupid facebook and just give me a call.
[About an hour and a half later]: I might be out of cell phone coverage for a little bit. We experienced a little earthquake and from what I've been able to gather, a lot of the people I know who are on mobile in this are don't have mobile right now.
[The earthquake later turns out to be a 5.4.]
Dad: Sara, I think that Hannah Montana shirt could be a good shirt for bowling.
Jen: It could be your lucky shirt!
Sara: I bet you're right! I'll have to wear it out all the time to see.
[Chad is exasperated.]
Cody [on the phone with Spencer]: Yeah, I'm making Hamburger Helper. You can have some if you want. Casey can come too---no wait, I guess he can't have any. [Casey is vegetarian.] Fine dude, if my Hamburger Helper's not good enough for you that's fine. Gah! [Spencer later reveals he has plans for cheese dip.]
Cody: Wait, why am I whispering?
Laine [literally running up and down the aisles of a grocery store]: Where is the cheese?!?! Where is that stupid cheese in this store?! No one eats pepper jack! I'm going to tell her I forgot.
Sara: Cody, do you shave your feet?
I discovered today that it was Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. Never mind that I can't pronounce his name. I'm sad that his voice is gone.
I had to read One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich for the class Twentieth-Century Europe. Because I'd forgotten about it, procrastinated a little, and then gotten some dates on the syllabus confused, I wound up staying up most of the night reading so that I'd be finished in time for class.
I really didn't mind.
I still haven't gotten around to reading any of his other works, and I'm pretty certain the library will be out of everything for a while since his name is in the news, but I'll get to it.
Monday, August 4, 2008
I know you like these guys.
You love your family.
(This is the only one I could find of everyone + Robert and Cody.)
Some kids have a favorite stuffed animal,
or a particular blanket or book.
You have always needed a purse.
Your future husband.
I'm sure he'd be with you on your birthday if he
wasn't needed back at the ranch.
Really, who wouldn't?
I hope you have a great birthday, Bodie!