Now that the epic wedding is over, it's time for me to think about voting on Monday.
For the record, I watched the wedding because I was awakened by the sounds of others watching the pre-show-show, and thought, I could lie here annoyed that I'm awake, or I could go watch it with them. I am content with my choice. Partially because it involved DELICIOUS CINNAMON RAISIN SCONES. (That was a shout-out to Nadine. Hence all the caps.) Anyway, it was lovely and nice, but I have to admit, I didn't feel the emotional intensity that some of my friends did. My favourite part was actually the sermon. Don't know who that vicar was, but he was surprisingly easy to listen to and more in line with my own theology than I expected.
Anyway, I believe in voting. I already thought this, and then I received this email from my dad: Surprise. Email from Dad. A question from Beth prompted me to encourage each of you to exercise your civic responsibility to vote in the upcoming federal electio…
When I was fifteen, I started calling my sister Sa-Sa. She was twenty at the time, and in return I became Barfy.
Eleven years later, these nicknames still make fairly frequent appearances. I don't know why. It is the sort of strange and inexplicable reality of our sisterhood. It is the same reason I will sit on her unannounced or hug her tightly from behind, or swat her bum in passing. (She "hates" all these things, and tolerates me with the not-quite-endless patience that oldest siblings develop over the decades.)
Years ago, before she was officially dating her now-husband, I remember lying on my back stairs, talking to her on my landline (!) and processing the boy drama. I, of course, knew exactly how things SHOULD look when it comes to romance, and advised her accordingly. She commented at one point that it felt like she was the younger sister and I was the older one.
I have learned two things since then. One is that I am not half the relationship expert I thought I …
Yesterday, I got an email from my cousin that said, "I've been noticing your tweets on your blog and I wanted to buy you a gift, but Ikea is closed when I'll be in Toronto on Friday...I thought it could keep you company when Nadine's not around and your "friend" has been, um, taken care of. :)" (source: Ikea) Thank you, Lisa. You know, I kind of think they're adorable and cute and would welcome their company any day! (Can't wait to see you next weekend either!) --- Nadine stuck her head in my room this morning to tell me that we had caught a mouse in our trap (HALLELUJAH!) and that she had put it in the garbage (ALL BY HERSELF!) and that she was now taking the garbage out.
We have overcome.
Ironically, we got a memo from our superintendent yesterday that they're doing a pest control sweep of our building after a few mouse sightings... on Monday.
Well. Hopefully we have killed both the building's varmints (all y'all naysayers better not t…
If there were a popularity contest in my kitchen, peanut butter cookies would win. They are sooooooooooo easy to make. There is a batch now on my counter. Every time I bring them somewhere, I get rave reviews and requests for the recipe.
Which I will gladly share: 1 cup peanut butter 1 cup white sugar 1 egg
Mix together. Add whatever you'd like. I suggest chocolate chips. Maybe some nuts. Cranberries.
Spoon out onto a cookie tray. Bake at 325 for 8-10 minutes - until the centers are dry-looking. (If you like your cookies crumbly, cook them longer. If you like them soft, undercook a little.) Leave them on the tray for 3 minutes before you transfer them to a cooling rack. EAT THEM!
Sorry there are no photos.
I already ATE THEM ALL.
I'm lazy and going to bed now.
One great thing about my life this year is that literature has made a decided comeback.
I LOVE BOOKS.
In the last month, I have read:
Jane Eyre - had to re-read it before the movie, which was great, although can't quite capture the scope of the book. Ah, I love this book.
Wuthering Heights - re-read it when I realized I'd confused it with Jane Eyre. Forgot how dark it is and what a "gothic" novel is. Um, it's great.
Tell It Slant - novel about an unraveling lesbian relationship, with references to Djuna Barnes’ novel Nightwood. I am not at all familiar with this original story. But this was a fascinating book - possibly because I'm generally unfamiliar with gay/lesbian literature.
Eon - a young adult fantasy novel about a girl pretending to be a boy to wield her magical powers. Totally engrossing, fairly predictable. Can't wait for the sequel.
Shining At the Bottom of the Sea - a collection of historical short stories & literary criticism from the fictitious…
I am secretly amused by K$sha's We R Who We R. She's catchy, and so over-the-top that I can't help laughing. Then I discovered this parody, and nearly died:
I showed Nadine, and she told me about this Miley Cyrus parody by a group that takes music videos and writes new songs to fit with the singer's lips. They're called "Bad Lip Reading" and this is Black Umbrella.
Then we watched their song Everybody Poops, featuring the Black Eyed Peas.
And, the crowning glory of it all: Asian Baby by The Biebs & Rascall Flatts. This one's for you, Kolten. Happy Birthday.
Sometimes I keep things marked as "unread" in my Google Reader, because then I will get to be surprised by them again and again and again (until months later I get tired of them and finally decide not to click "Mark as Unread" any longer).
Right now, these are the two that I keep coming back to:
How I feel inside of my head. Visualization of a verbal processor. Something else? I think it's great, and I love the usually-church-related humour on this site.
man and woman
walking down the street
looking like birds in the face
crazy birds, beak noses and pointed triangle heads,
loud colored kinks of wire bird hair
with long skinny arms that hang almost to the knees.
They hold hands
And talk low, sharing a secret
that makes the woman smile, little peg teeth.
And so the man smiles too, little peg teeth.
Both bright red cheeks.
And like that, I am happy
these or any two
can ever find each other
in this titanic haystack. from Dallas Clayton Dallas Clayton…
This past week, I have told several people that ideas are "percolating" and "brewing" in my mind. I am letting them stew until sometime after Easter, at which point, I hope to involve all y'all in the mix.
I keep thinking of this song, which reminds me of my first year of university, when I listened to this album on repeat. I think the reason it's in my head now is the early line, "I've just been marinatin', seranatin', percolatin' in the lab."
That's what I'm doing. Or rather, dippity doing... Because the game is officially mine. And if there are two kinds of people in this world, I want to be with those that are dippity doing.