Saturday was a good day. I made plans to hang with A., who's all sorts of knocked up and never tires of me telling her, "You're knocked up!" (I'm sure that will never get old.) So I hopped into the shower, cursing myself for making plans at 11am, when I should still be in bed. While doing the final rinse, the power went out. This forced two thoughts into my head: 1) It's really dark in here; and 2) Wow, I hope my water isn't heated by electricity. Fortunately, my water is not heated by electricity, and I was able to make it to A.'s house with clean hair and cuerpo. I'm pretty sure that "conditioner in hair" is not my best look.
Anyhoo... we played video games! My inner 14-year-old boy came out and there was much smack talk and victory dances in her house. We played tennis and golf and bowling on the Wii, and then the real guns came out - Rock Band, baby. I'd never played before and although I really, really, monumentally SUCK at it (I mean it, I am the suck at it) I had a ball. Now I want one. I don't know what kind of system I'll need, or who I'll have to kill for the money, but I want one.
(I damn near invited myself to spend the night at her house just so I could continue playing. Luckily, my senses came to me and I remembered that I am not 14 anymore and cannot just invite myself places.)
The only downside to my day o'fun was the pain in my hands for the next two days as I recovered from what we shall now refer to as RockBandHand. My left hand looked like I was permanently holding an orange. And it hurt, people, it really did. But it was worth it to ruin songs that I used to like with my bad bass playing.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
In Which I Knew Momma And I Were Related
Today, being Mother's Day and all, I took my Momma out for brunch. She was so cute when I called her last night to invite her. She acted cool, but I knew that she thought that I was only going to send a card and then call her today. Bah! Although living with her didn't, let's say, end so well, I love her.
So we got to the restaurant, got on the list, and did some shopping while we waited. Once we missed our pager, got back on the list, got seated, and then ate, this conversation ensued:
Woman and daughter walked into restaurant and were seated next to us. I could see said woman before Momma, and saw that she had had some "work" done:
Me: Mom, I wish that woman were sitting in the other chair so you could see what her surgeon did to her face.
Momma: Oh, I can see it now. Oh.
Me: I know, right?
Momma: You should give her your card.
Me: Mom! That would be so rude! Kinda like, "I see that you've had some work done. Let me know if you want to sue your surgeon."
Momma: Well, you see her!
Me: And imagine what her daughter thinks. She thinks that looks good! How many years of therapy will that take?
Both: (snicker)
So we got to the restaurant, got on the list, and did some shopping while we waited. Once we missed our pager, got back on the list, got seated, and then ate, this conversation ensued:
Woman and daughter walked into restaurant and were seated next to us. I could see said woman before Momma, and saw that she had had some "work" done:
Me: Mom, I wish that woman were sitting in the other chair so you could see what her surgeon did to her face.
Momma: Oh, I can see it now. Oh.
Me: I know, right?
Momma: You should give her your card.
Me: Mom! That would be so rude! Kinda like, "I see that you've had some work done. Let me know if you want to sue your surgeon."
Momma: Well, you see her!
Me: And imagine what her daughter thinks. She thinks that looks good! How many years of therapy will that take?
Both: (snicker)
Friday, May 8, 2009
Dear CNN,
Well, not all of CNN, but in particular, the morning segments of CNN. I've got something you need to know. While you get to decide what is the MOST IMPORTANT news of the day and repeat the stories ad nauseam, I get to read the news feed at the bottom to see what else is going on. However, as of late, there's one small problem in our mutually beneficial relationship - you've stopped scrolling stories across my screen. Instead, you inundate me with invitations to join you on Facebook or follow you on Twitter.
Look - Facebook is a time- and CPU-intensive waste of my morning. Therefore, I will not join your group or friend you or whatever else you want me to do. As for Twitter? If I wanted to follow someone/something whose sole purpose was to link to pages on its website, I'd follow all those bots as well. Because that's all you are - a bot.
So cut the crap, CNN, and let me use my twenty minutes or so watching you to tell me what else is going on in the world, and stop being so damn self-congratulatory.
Love and kisses,
Christine
P.S. - I love Robin Meade. She's the perfect combination of cheer and friendliness and good anchor. She's the anti-Katie. Give her a big raise.
Look - Facebook is a time- and CPU-intensive waste of my morning. Therefore, I will not join your group or friend you or whatever else you want me to do. As for Twitter? If I wanted to follow someone/something whose sole purpose was to link to pages on its website, I'd follow all those bots as well. Because that's all you are - a bot.
So cut the crap, CNN, and let me use my twenty minutes or so watching you to tell me what else is going on in the world, and stop being so damn self-congratulatory.
Love and kisses,
Christine
P.S. - I love Robin Meade. She's the perfect combination of cheer and friendliness and good anchor. She's the anti-Katie. Give her a big raise.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Asides
Here's the world in my eyes for today:
- I got a temp job, was pretty stoked at the idea of getting up at 6am and joining the working world. By the time I'd showered and was putting on makeup, the agency called to tell me that the client cancelled the job. Yes, only I can get a job and lose it within one hour.
- I'm so freaking hungry I could eat paint.
- Mother's Day is Sunday, right?
- Tomorrow I'm to attend a meeting to potentially establish a law academy in one of the local high schools, the one where Momma teaches. OK. I thought it'd be interesting and a good opportunity for the kids. And hell, if I can teach just one to not yell, "But I've got First Amendment rights!" when complaining about something not related to a State action, I think my work here on Earth is done. But a few minutes ago I got an email from Momma asking me to give "a little presentation" on what areas of Constitutional Law to teach. Ruh-roh. Ummm...I am not a teacher by trade, and I have no idea what to teach, or in what order to teach it. Momma's suggestion was to start with Hammurabi's Code and go to the present. Can I tell you what I know of Hammurabi's Code? Well, folks, I just did. Also, are we teaching law or teaching the history of law? Because these are very different animals. So now a meeting that I've been interested in attending has just become a roundtable on "How Much Christine Does Not Know About Law: Part One." I might wear stripper heels just to make me feel more powerful.
- I got a temp job, was pretty stoked at the idea of getting up at 6am and joining the working world. By the time I'd showered and was putting on makeup, the agency called to tell me that the client cancelled the job. Yes, only I can get a job and lose it within one hour.
- I'm so freaking hungry I could eat paint.
- Mother's Day is Sunday, right?
- Tomorrow I'm to attend a meeting to potentially establish a law academy in one of the local high schools, the one where Momma teaches. OK. I thought it'd be interesting and a good opportunity for the kids. And hell, if I can teach just one to not yell, "But I've got First Amendment rights!" when complaining about something not related to a State action, I think my work here on Earth is done. But a few minutes ago I got an email from Momma asking me to give "a little presentation" on what areas of Constitutional Law to teach. Ruh-roh. Ummm...I am not a teacher by trade, and I have no idea what to teach, or in what order to teach it. Momma's suggestion was to start with Hammurabi's Code and go to the present. Can I tell you what I know of Hammurabi's Code? Well, folks, I just did. Also, are we teaching law or teaching the history of law? Because these are very different animals. So now a meeting that I've been interested in attending has just become a roundtable on "How Much Christine Does Not Know About Law: Part One." I might wear stripper heels just to make me feel more powerful.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
That's It, I'm Banning Sundays
We're now about five weeks away from my vacation to see my baby. I cannot tell you how excited I am about this. I cannot tell you how scared I am of this. I just want everything to go so well; I want us to enjoy each other's company and explore the city.
I'm scared of expectations - the ones I put on myself, on him, on us, really. I'm scared that the chemistry we have no won't look the same while I'm there. I'm scared of overstaying my welcome. Ten days is a long time to be around someone without a break. I've been trying to focus on consciously limiting my expectations. I keep learning, and re-learning, that expectations are generally what makes things go bad. "You should've known..." is about the worst thing to say to another person. I've got to remember to be upfront and clear about what I think and feel. I've got to remember to not take everything so personally.
I'm not an expert at it, but I can let many things people say to me slide. But for some reason, his words hold more import to me; his tones of voice tell me volumes. And this is the hard part of a long-distance relationship: I know, through intonations and word choices, what he thinks and feels. What I don't know as well are his facial expressions and body language. So I wonder if he really meant it when he told me that he was glad I went out last night because he needed a break from me.
Gawd, even typing that, I feel like an idiot. I know it's not a big deal, I know we talk more often than even most best friends or family members. But it still stings a little. I also know that we'll talk tonight and everything will feel normal again. But that's how I feel right now, weak and a little bit lost.
Aside: This was a very differently-intended post. How did I get here?
I'm scared of expectations - the ones I put on myself, on him, on us, really. I'm scared that the chemistry we have no won't look the same while I'm there. I'm scared of overstaying my welcome. Ten days is a long time to be around someone without a break. I've been trying to focus on consciously limiting my expectations. I keep learning, and re-learning, that expectations are generally what makes things go bad. "You should've known..." is about the worst thing to say to another person. I've got to remember to be upfront and clear about what I think and feel. I've got to remember to not take everything so personally.
I'm not an expert at it, but I can let many things people say to me slide. But for some reason, his words hold more import to me; his tones of voice tell me volumes. And this is the hard part of a long-distance relationship: I know, through intonations and word choices, what he thinks and feels. What I don't know as well are his facial expressions and body language. So I wonder if he really meant it when he told me that he was glad I went out last night because he needed a break from me.
Gawd, even typing that, I feel like an idiot. I know it's not a big deal, I know we talk more often than even most best friends or family members. But it still stings a little. I also know that we'll talk tonight and everything will feel normal again. But that's how I feel right now, weak and a little bit lost.
Aside: This was a very differently-intended post. How did I get here?
Friday, May 1, 2009
Poem
Via, this poem by Carol Ann Duffy, which perfectly describes my feelings for my boy.
Words Wide Night
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine
the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you and this
is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
Words Wide Night
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine
the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you and this
is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
Premonition
My boy and I have been talking about his future plans. He's going to finish up his formal schooling, and is considering a run for office one day. I think this is a great idea as he's brilliant and opinionated and idealistic, and we all know how tell that'll pan out as a member of Congress.
Still, I tell him that if he really decides that this is the path he wants, then I will ensure that he gets there. It goes like this, "He's the king and I'm the kingmaker." I don't have any strong pull towards politics myself, but I do fancy the idea of running a campaign, branding his message, and seeing what he could do while holding the office. I wonder if it'll change his mind when we debate the appropriateness of respecting the office, even if you don't respect the officeholder.
So in my interwebs travels today, I came across Mike Monteiro's blog. And on this page, I found the below image:
The likeness is striking, as is the attitude. I can't stop looking at that picture. It really is like a premonition of what is to come. Now I know we can win.
Still, I tell him that if he really decides that this is the path he wants, then I will ensure that he gets there. It goes like this, "He's the king and I'm the kingmaker." I don't have any strong pull towards politics myself, but I do fancy the idea of running a campaign, branding his message, and seeing what he could do while holding the office. I wonder if it'll change his mind when we debate the appropriateness of respecting the office, even if you don't respect the officeholder.
So in my interwebs travels today, I came across Mike Monteiro's blog. And on this page, I found the below image:
The likeness is striking, as is the attitude. I can't stop looking at that picture. It really is like a premonition of what is to come. Now I know we can win.
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