Thursday, December 27, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Recently I haven't been satisfied with my journaling. It was starting to feel like a whine-fest every time I sat down to write. Two articles have sparked some inspiration:
An Introduction to Journal Writing
Brian Learns to Read
For years I've been using some form of spiral-bound notebook, but my new plan/paradigm for journaling requires a change of vehicle, so I have jumped on the Moleskine wagon.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Dragonflies, by Easy Life Productions
Owls, by Three Dog Party
Flowers by Le Beau
Have fun shopping!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Still enjoying my book, though. Read quite a bit on Friday night. It was nice to get into my comfy jammies with my book and read while the Mister stayed up way too late trying to get homework done. While I'm very proud of all of his hard work, it is making me feel guilty!
Thursday, November 8, 2007
I'm overbooked right now, and not in a good "too many interesting books on the bookshelf" way, but in a "how the heck did my calendar get so full" panicky kind of way. There is something scheduled every night this week and every night next week, and I honestly don't know how it happened. Clearly need to be more thoughtful with the calendar and my time management. This is a problem that I sort of thought I had licked about a year ago, but I guess this is a lesson in needing to be ever vigilant.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
"Every human being on the face of the earth has a steel plate in his head, but if you lie down now and then and get still as you can, it will slide open like elevator doors, letting in all the secret thoughts that have been standing around so patiently, pushing the button for a ride to the top. The real troubles in life happen when those hidden doors stay closed for too long. But that's just my opinion." (p. 170)
"'I wish you could've seen the Daughters of Mary the first time they laid eyes on this label. You know why? Because when they looked at her, it occurred to them for the first time in their lives that what's divine can come in dark skin. You see, everybody needs a God who looks like them, Lily." (p. 141)
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
1. Read for pleasure, first and foremost. Quit evaluating books by how thick they are and how long it would take to finish them. This challenge was never to quash my love of reading, just to make me more thoughtful about how I spent my time.
2. Reserve the Marthas (and other magazines) for times when I only have a few minutes to read. Stop reading them in large blocks of time. They'll last longer that way and I won't feel strangely guilty about them.
3. Check out new books from the library. Quit looking at the current stack and feel obligated to read them because they're there. Same for free books from friends.
4. Read. Quit thinking, talking, writing, feeling guilty, and avoiding it, and just READ!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Read another Sue Grafton novel this weekend. Started Friday night, finished Saturday afternoon. That's why I love her books--practically instant gratification.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Friday, October 5, 2007
Books I'm swapping:
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Step 2: Break up into tiny rooms. Decorate with rugged wooden desks and comfy chairs. Excellent lighting a must. Install pencil sharpener.
Step 3: Rent out space to writers! Apparently writers are so desperate to have a quiet space to work that they actually rent space. As far as I know this service is not being offered in Denver yet. I wonder if our basement would work?
I love that the authors didn't back off from controversial topics of race and gender. Certainly it would have been a more "comfortable" read if they'd reached different conclusions, but overall it was an eye-opening and interesting book. Definitely a book you can loan to your friends.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
I've been wondering lately if I'm reading to complete my goal but missing out on the enjoyment. I know I'm certainly more focused with my time and watching less TV as a result of this challenge. Is there a way to balance enjoyment and drive?
Friday, September 14, 2007
The books I've read are in green.
The Westing Game
by Raskin, Ellen
Bridge to Terabithia
by Paterson, Katherine , Diamond, Donna
Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry
by Taylor, Mildred D.
The Grey King
by Cooper, Susan
M.C. Higgins, the Great
by Hamilton, Virginia
The Slave Dancer
by Fox, Paula
Julie of the Wolves
by George, Jean Craighead , Schoenherr, John , Schoenherr, John
Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH
by O'Brien, Robert , Bernstein, Zena
The Summer of the Swans
by Byars, Betsy Cromer , Coconis, Ted
by Armstrong, William Howard
The High King
by Alexander, Lloyd
From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler
by Koningsburg, Elaine , Konigsburg, E. L. , Koningsburg, E. L.
No longer available
I, Juan de Pareja
by de Trevino, Elizabeth Borton , Treviino, Elizabeth Borton De
Shadow of a Bull
by Wojciechowska, Maia
It's Like This, Cat
by Neville, Emily Cheney , Weiss, Emil
A Wrinkle in Time
by L'Engle, Madeleine
The Bronze Bow
by Speare, Elizabeth George
Island of the Blue Dolphins
by O'Dell, Scott , O'Dell, Scott
by Krumgold, Joseph , Shimin, Symeon
Thursday, September 13, 2007
by Perkins, Lynne Rae
by Kadohata, Cynthia
The Tale of Despereaux: Being the Story of a Mouse, a Princess, Some Soup, and a Spool of Thread
by DiCamillo, Kate , Ering, Timothy Basil
A Single Shard
by Park, Linda Sue
A Year Down Yonder
by Peck, Richard
Bud, Not Buddy
by Curtis, Christopher Paul
by Sachar, Louis , Frieder
Out of the Dust
by Hesse, Karen
The View from Saturday
by Konigsburg, E. L.
The Midwife's Apprentice
by Cushman, Karen , Hyman, Trina Schart
Walk Two Moons
by Creech, Sharon , Desimini, Lisa
by Lowry, Lois
by Rylant, Cynthia
by Naylor, Phyllis Reynolds
by Spinelli, Jerry
Number the Stars
by Lowry, Lois
Joyful Noise: Poems for Two Voices
by Fleischman, Paul , Beddows, Eric
Lincoln: A Photobiography
by Freedman, Russell
Whipping Boy (Award)
by Fleischman, Sid , Sis, Peter
Sarah, Plain and Tall
by MacLachlan, Patricia
The Hero and the Crown
by McKinley, Robin
Dear Mr. Henshaw
by Cleary, Beverly , Zelinsky, Paul
by Voigt, Cynthia
A Visit to William Blake's Inn: Poems for Innocent and Experienced Travelers
by Willard, Nancy , Provensen, Martin , Provensen, Alice
Jacob Have I Loved
by Paterson, Katherine
A Gathering of Days: A New England Girl's Journal, 1830-32
by Blos, Joan W.
Just finished A Thousand Acres, by Jane Smiley. This book could have been an Oprah Book Club selection, it was so depressing.
Moving on to Black Maps, by Peter Spiegelman, and so far I’m really enjoying this book. Haven’t read a mystery in a while, so it feels good to switch gears.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
- Tattered Cover in LoDo - the best bookstore in Denver, and also very accessible by Light Rail. I was heartbroken when the Cherry Creek store closed because it played an important role during the courtship with the Mister. However, the store in LoDo has lots of charm and we have worked through our grief and come to terms with this change. Could also visit the new store on Colfax.
- Cherry Creek Farmer's Market - the best one in Denver, in my opinion. Lots of fresh produce, excellent people-watching. Also, the dog-watching is outstanding.
- Wash Park - Walking here is also prime for people-watching and dog watching. The surrounding homes are gorgeous. We were going to have our wedding reception here but they wouldn't rent the boat house over a holiday weekend. Bummer.
- Red Rocks Amphitheater - good enough for Dave Matthews? Good enough for me. Good hiking, too.
- The Highlands - lots of good shopping. And eating: Mead St. Station, Highlands Garden Cafe, Stella's.
- Denver Zoo - love me some penguins!
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Little Sister and her husband were in town this weekend and stayed at the Casa. So much fun! Dined at Vesta, did some shopping, played rummy. We were reminiscing about movies we love and came up with a list that need to be rented the next time they're in town:
And one that we haven't seen: Lover Come Back.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Now I love football season. It's still really not that much about the game, it's about the time with the Mister. The change in seasons. Pulling out my favorite sweatpants and fleece shirt. The Mister making a bowl of popcorn for halftime. Every single memory he has of every single play John Elway ever made and the light it brings to his eyes. Cuddling up on the sofa only to get jolted as he hollers at the TV. The friendly ribbing at work as each rejoices or despairs over their team's performance that week. Soup. Homemade bread. Crisp, dry mornings. Buying Halloween candy. Eating said candy. The smell of a neighbor's fireplace. Putting extra blankets on the bed.
Tonight is the last pre-season game. Let the football season begin!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Now that homemade is cool again and the revolution is starting, I am gaining a new appreciation for Mom's skills and efforts. Last night was my first time at a sewing machine since I was 12 and mom helped me make a sundress. Our two new throw pillows look charming and lovely (as well as perfectly constructed) on our sofa. They are the direct result of 2 1/2 hours of "slow and careful" and the byproduct of 33 years of Mom's "loving and patient". Thanks, Mom.
|You Belong in Dublin|
Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions.
You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
- Take a road trip from Denver to Newport, Oregon. I love a good road trip! Take the northern route through Montana, Idaho, and Washington so I can show the Mister the wonders of Glacier National Park, Couer d'Alene, Idaho, and Seattle.
- Spend a week in a cabin on the beach in Newport. Think about nothing. Eat clam chowder at Mo's.
- Drive to Portland and fly to Hawaii for at least a week. We've been to Honolulu and the Big Island, so I think I'd like to visit Maui on this trip.
- Fly to Sydney to visit sister-in-law. Take side trips to Great Barrier Reef, New Zealand, and Fiji.
- Return to Hawaii to rest for a few days before heading back to Denver. Re-pack suitcase and fly to New York. I've only been to New York once (for 22 hours) for a job interview and it was one of the worst experiences of my professional career. Would like a do-over, please.
- Fly New York to London just in time for the Wimbledon tournament. Eat strawberries and cream and listen to the Mister explain the wonder that is tennis. The Mister and I have been to London during the winter. Now I'd like to see it in the summer and visit all of the beautiful gardens. We didn't do the Jack the Ripper tour, either, so that would definitely part of our stop there.
- Take the train to Paris. Had a great nap on that train when we went the first time, so I'd like to see if I can recreate the experience.
- Spend a month in France. Re-visit the Normandy invasion beaches (this time when the museums are open!), explore Paris, buy great handbags.
- Possible side trip: Spain and Portugal.
- Next stop: Germany/Denmark. The Mister and I have German and Danish roots, so we would like to go check on our people there.
- We've not been to Italy yet, either, so we'll definitely need a month or two.
- Greece. All of it.
- Home. Where our new lottery-possible housekeeper will greet us with the words, "Just leave your suitcase there. I'll unpack and do the laundry while you take a nap. The coffee will be ready when you wake up!"
Friday, August 17, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
- printer paper
- the copy of Freakonomics that I started before we moved
- good dishes
- some of our everyday dishes
- safety pins (something rarely needed until they're lost and now have needed three times in the last week)
- battery charger for the digital camera
Now, on to Harry Potter! I'm continuing the "Hey! Maybe I'll read books that everyone else has already read forever ago and forgotten already!" theme.
Monday, August 6, 2007
My grandmother collects teacups and saucers, and I've always loved her Lomonosov sets the best. I had one teacup that I found in an antique shop, but it broke a few years back. As I was kicking around on the internet the other night I found this set. Do you suppose it's too early to make a Christmas list?
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
The Pact, by Jodi Picoult, was a bittersweet tale. I've seen her books but never read any of them. Certainly not life-changing, but a good vacation read. It also offers a few interesting tidbits about the psychology of teen relationships.
I am always conflicted about reading Oprah Book Club selections. I know it's going to be good, but I also know I'm going to be depressed when I'm done. Drowning Ruth, by Christina Schwarz, was different in that I wasn't as depressed as usual. Didn't shed a single tear. Maybe I am dead inside? That being said, when I was reading it, it was hard putting it down.
I started Freakonomics right before we moved but I haven't found the box it was packed in. More on that later when it is discovered again.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
The grout in the bathroom was never sealed.
The dishwasher won't drain.
Water pools around one of the basement windows when it rains.
The dryer can't be vented to the outside.
The kitchen window won't open now that the mechanism is broken.
I still love it. The Mister, however, is starting to feel a little stressed.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
We thought 1900 sq. ft. would be almost too much room. Now I'm not so sure.
Three days without internet? Surprisingly painful.
How did a box of my underwear get labeled "Kitchen"?
How do you know how many layers of sealant you should apply to grout in a shower stall?
Home Depot and Lowe's are too overwhelming. I've been living in apartments too long--I don't have the hunting instincts, skills, and persistence that are needed to find what you need. The thought of another trip to either place could cause a panic attack.
It's a sad, sad day when the Wal-Mart home improvement department starts looking good (see above). What does that say about my ability to cope and adapt?
I thought we'd be a lot further along than we are.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
With everything that's happened in the last two weeks, only some of which I've written about, it was really easy to push the home purchase to the back of our minds. Now that we're through the worst of it, I woke up this morning feeling overwhelmed but also incredibly excited.
Receive Ye Welcome
In a Quaker home, author unknown
LET the guest sojourning here know that in this home our life is simple. What we cannot afford we do not offer, but what good cheer we can give...we give gladly.
We make no strife for appearance sake.
Know also, friend, that we live a life of labour, therefore, if at times we separate ourselves from thee, do ye occupy thyself accordingly to thine heart's desire.
We will not defer to thee in opinion or ask thee to defer to us. What thou thinketh ye shall say, if ye wish, without giving offense. What we think, we also say, believing that truth hath many aspects, and that love is large enough to encompass them all.
So, while ye tarry here with us we would have thee enjoy the blessing of a home, health, love and freedom, and we pray that mayst find the final blessing of life.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
At his funeral service yesterday the minister told all of us to collect stories about him from the other people who had come to pay their respects. I didn't do this with as much focus as I should have, because I didn't feel like I had the emotional reserves to keep myself together, but I did hear some good tidbits.
Everyone talked about how kind he was. How generous he was. About the twinkle in his eye. He took a second job so my mom and uncle would have some of the "luxuries" like a special gift at Christmas. He was instrumental in getting cabins built for a camp up in the mountains. He drove for Meals on Wheels. He drove a local pastor to and from his doctor's appointments when the pastor's MS got too bad. He did numerous odd jobs around our house, building the fence, constructing steps next to our steep driveway, and fixing anything mom needed taken care of.
All of my friends adored him. People I haven't seen in five or six years still ask about him. Another uncle (related by marriage) remembers traveling through Colorado in the early 70s and staying with Grandma and Grandpa. Their car broke down while they were there, so Grandpa loaned them his beloved baby blue Bronco so they could explore the mountains while their car was being repaired.
We heard a lot about that Bronco. My fondest memories of childhood involve riding in it to go on some grand adventure. He loved to go four-wheeling. He loved towing the trailer on the back and going "camping". My mom's uncle said that he was always confident they could get that trailer through some of the most impossible terrain. Mom remembers several times when Grandma got too nervous and she would get out and walk while Grandpa took that Bronco to its limits. We all loved to hear Grandma squeal his name when we'd go around a corner and see what we were going to attempt next. I think I still have dents in my knee from Grandma's grip.
During the course of his career, Grandpa was a school bus driver, mechanic, and Director of Transportation for the school district. Several of the women who came yesterday were former bus drivers. I was surprised to see so many women and mom said Grandpa found them to be better drivers. He especially liked to hire farmer's wives because they were familiar with heavy equipment and knew how to handle the buses. He took pride in his work.
When I married my husband I think I also married, in some ways, my grandpa. They have similar personalities. Their walk is identical. They are strict about attention to detail and doing things right. They think before they speak.
He golfed. He fished. He walked every day until the Parkinsons took that away. He climbed Mt. St. Helens when he was almost 70 years old. He loved pecan sticky buns, Dairy Queen, and Jim Beam. He loved me.
I miss my Gamba.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
I enjoyed this book, there are some unexpected twists, but I don't think I'll read it again. Hey, I have an idea! Maybe I'll send it to my cousin....so she can fall behind on her reading goal, too!
Monday, June 25, 2007
I think I like the idea of this room better than I like the room itself. On first glance it's very attractive, calm, clean, etc. When I think about having that room in my house, however, it quickly becomes unrealistic. First, I hate wicker. Hate it. Second, there's not a lot of color, so while the neutrals are nice and universally appealing, it really doesn't reflect our tastes. Third, I could never be that tidy. Where is the unfinished book hanging over the arm of the chair? The unopened mail on the coffee table? The pair of shoes that were discarded after work? Lovely in theory, impractical in practice.
- Shasta daisies
- day lilies
- chocolate daisies
Friday, June 22, 2007
The Mister and I went to
During my single years I started to resent all of the time alone. Although I lived in a chaotic environment with lots of activity, it still felt like I spent an inordinate time talking to myself instead of having real conversations. I developed some very close friendships during that time, but you can only go out so many nights a week. Eventually your bank account and your pillow will object.
Now I’m married and trying to find the right balance. The Mister’s job has always provided plenty of alone time—he works a lot of evenings and weekends and I’m a 7:30 to 4 kind of gal. That job is changing in the middle of August, and he’ll be home a lot more. I’m giddy as a schoolgirl over this development because it has been a long time overdue, but I also wonder…What will this mean for the marriage? I know we’ll get along just fine, but how long will it take us to find equilibrium? Will he respect the fact that I watch House Hunters every night at 5:30 and there will be no argument about that? Will he understand that some nights Cheerios are the best kind of dinner? Will there be adequate time to read and write in my journal? I guess we’ll work through that in August.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Fortunately, Mom and Dad still have Big* (the other goat) and the llama, Molly Mocha.
I'm still trying to figure out how to steal one of those cute baby goats from the petting zoo at the Stock Show in January. I'm willing to create the distraction, I just need someone to put the goat under their shirt and run. The Mister wants nothing to do with this plan, and that makes me sad. He has no sense of adventure.
* I take no responsibility for these names. My sister named them and she's lost all naming rights for eternity as a result. The llama came with her name, so there was no arguing about that.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Obsessing over paint color for the living room. Imagining a beautiful chandelier over the dining room table. Picturing the sheers I want to sew for the bedroom (must learn to sew first). Drooling over throw pillows.
The home inspection went beautifully this morning, and I find that it has just taken my daydreaming to a whole new level. I will be completely non-functioning by the time the closing date rolls around!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Bliss. Just have to pass the home inspection on Wednesday and sign lots of paperwork and spend oodles of money and obsess some more over paint chips and mentally arrange our furniture and figure out what plants are growing in the backyard and.... Look! Isn't it cute?!?
Thursday, June 14, 2007
I just returned from a conference in
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Me? If something’s really important to me I’ll say it more than ten times. With jumping up and down. And many exclamation points!!!!!! Just so people know it’s important.
You can see where it might cause some confusion.
Monday, June 4, 2007
the Mister: (incoherent singing, mumbling)
Me: Whatcha singing?
the Mister: "Purple Haze"
Me: I don't know that one.
the Mister: It's by Jimi Hendrix!
Me: That's why I don't like it. I hate Jimi!
the Mister: Woman, I'm not so sure we have a future together...
Me: I don't like Bob Marley, either.
the Mister: (grumbling, disgust, more grumbling)...sigh...
Thursday, May 31, 2007
This disease hit me hard today. For the most part I'm pretty content with the search parameters that we have: price, location, etc. I also know that if we don't find something we love this summer we can rent for another year and try again next summer. However, every once in a while the bug bites and I start looking at homes that are at least $100,000 more than we can afford. Why do I do this? Suddenly all contentment disappears and is replaced with nasty little whispers like, "If I had a different job and made more money....if the Mister wasn't planning on going to school this fall..."
What I should be saying over and over again is, "At least we don't live in LA/New York/San Francisco!" Or, "We have what we need (and then some) and we will continue to live within our means." We are abundantly blessed, and the reality is that the price bracket we are looking in will produce a house that we like. Living within our means and allowing the Mister to go to school are higher priorities than wood floors and trendy neighborhoods. If we don't find it this year? There's always next year.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
How are you going to sell a house that has a toilet that was installed on the landing of the stairs to the basement? How have you lived with that for two years? There is no sink, no shower, no DOOR. The toilet is just off the dining room. In a stairwell. Convenient? I suppose. Bizarre? Definitely.
Dear Seller of the White House in West Denver,
Your house smells like stinky standing water. The floor is buckled and squishes when you step on it. People who walk into the house think it's gross. The kitchen is horrendous. The gutters had weeds growing in them--the realtor said he'd never seen that before. All that for the low, low price of $225,000!
Dear Seller of the Rowhouse in West Denver,
I'm kind of wishing now that we'd put an offer in. Now that I've seen what we can afford, your little bundle of cuteness is looking better than ever. Not that I'm wishing bad things for you, but I'm kind of hoping the contract falls through and we can have another shot at it.
With Kind Regards,
The Mister and I are looking to buy a house. One that is cute, has a little bit more space than we have in our apartment, and doesn’t cost too much. Ridiculous expectations, I know. As an obsessive watcher of House Hunters, I thought that I was prepared to jump into this search, and on most levels I am ready. My love of research and obsessive pigheadedness has finally paid off. What I wasn’t prepared for? The emotional “issues” that come up when looking at real estate. The Mister and I are having complex discussions about our values and priorities. How much does location matter? Our friends live in one part of town, I work in another part. Do we want to live close to friends or close to work? What does “quality of life” look like to us? There is always going to be a trade-off between size and location. The closer you get to the city the smaller the house you can buy with the same dollars. Do we want to buy a house that’s family-friendly now? Do we want to buy a starter home and downsize in the short-term so we can buy bigger when we do have a family (and live closer to the city? City = fun)? Once again, marriage has taken me by surprise, and I’m grateful. The conversations we’ve had in the last few weeks have clarified our values, and I think it’s made us stronger.
Monday, May 28, 2007
"'My life now consists of fragments', she said, 'where some are so blinding in their intensity that they make everything else indistinguishable. What shall I do with these glittering shards? There is no pattern: I can't make them fit. With each other, or with the whole that should be my life. It feels as if my existence was extinguished in a flash, and afterwards my universe became incomprehensible. Just shards and particles, which I carry with me where I go. They are sharp and they still hurt to touch. And they are so heavy.'" (p. 76)
Tonight we made lovely stuffed artichokes. The recipe is here. I'm not a fan of the Everday Italian TV show (the teeth! the cleavage! the teeth again, but with extra enthusiasm!) but some of the recipes are good. Anything that requires more than 6-8 core ingredients (not including spices, stock, etc.) is not going to get made very often in this household. This recipe looks elegant but doesn't require a lot of effort.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Things I’m not supposed to do anymore because there was “an incident”:*
- Deep fry anything.
- Roller blade.
- Wear blue eye shadow.
- Arm wrestle with my sisters.
- Feed the dog peanut butter.
- Confront a drunken man who is urinating in the bushes outside of our apartment. Yelling, “It’s too small to be offensive!” when he gets agitated.
- Return to the
Hult Centerin . Who knew that it was possible to fall up the stairs and have your skirt flip over your head? In a very crowded atrium? During the intermission when it’s packed full of people? The scars are still very deep, and I can’t ever listen to the soundtrack of “The Music Man”. I didn’t like that musical very much, anyway. Eugene
- Open any database that the Mister has spent any time building. Ever. Apparently I’m not very good at building databases but I’m incredibly gifted at deleting them.
- Confront the man who is sipping on his beer as he drives by our table at the Dairy Queen and yelling, “Thanks for drinking and driving!” into his open window. **
- Drinking more than two margaritas at the
Rioin Steamboat Springs. I’m a giggler. Hee, hee, hee!
- Singing in the shower before 7 AM. I hear that it's hurtful.
* Mostly it’s my mother who has banned me from these activities. However, the Mister, my sisters, and several of my friends have also weighed in on this list. Everyone’s got an opinion these days!
** Apparently I do a lot of confronting. Who knew?!? I like to think I’m pretty mild-mannered, but certain behaviors do get me riled up.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
A close friend of mine has been doing the eHarmony dance for several weeks now. She’s an amazing woman and I’m so sad that she hasn’t met and married a great man, because she has a ridiculously funny, thoughtful, and loving outlook on life. This week she forwarded an e-mail to me that she’d received from a man she’d been communicating with through the website. She was frustrated because he’d made an awkward and juvenile sexual comment in response to a semi-serious question she’d posed. As we were talking about it I noted that I have so many amazing women friends in my life who really want to be married and haven’t found the right man. They’re frustrated, discouraged, tired and fighting off a raging case of “cynical” every day. The men I know who are single? I have no doubt in my mind why they’re single.
For the edification of the single, late-30s crowd, I present “Beulah’s Tell-Tale Signs For Single Men That Probably You’ll Never Get Married If You Don’t Figure These Out Already”. A lengthy title, I know, but I didn’t want to downplay the importance of this list.
- Operating in a world not of this one. It’s a cliché for a reason: they’re badly dressed and slovenly, but still expect that Claudia Schiffer is going to be the woman they end up with. Take a shower every once in a while. Repeat after me, “The foul and unwashed stay single forever…The foul and unwashed stay single forever…The foul…”
- Can’t read the basic social cues. My friend identified herself as a Christian on her profile. While I admire his attempt to avoid jumping to conclusions about her based on that label, she put it on her profile so he would jump to a few conclusions about her based on that label! The topic of pre-marital sex is (to many) Christians an important relationship milestone that you don’t open with a crass one-liner from a Chris Farley movie.
- Not making an effort. Flowers and chocolate are always nice and are easy to pick up at Safeway on the way to someone’s house, and very few women are going to turn that down. But the best gift I ever received? The cables that I needed to connect my laptop to my stereo that I’d mentioned as an aside in a conversation with my boyfriend the week before. It meant that he had listened, and looked at my stereo to see what length cables I would need, and then he went to
and bought the cables. As I unwrapped the gift (He even wrapped! With paper and tape and a RIBBON!) I distinctly remembered thinking, “This man is definitely a keeper.” Circuit City
- The Peter Pan syndrome. This well-documented disease is easy to diagnose but hard to treat. “Friends with benefits” is no longer an option, because women in their thirties are over that drama and want a MAN. A Man who will be there when life goes in the crapper. A Man who will fold the laundry and load the dishwasher without making a federal case about it or (worse!) feel they’re doing you a huge favor. A Man who can manage their finances and think about purchasing real estate (if they haven’t already bought a house) and maybe even having babies without breaking into a cold sweat and whimpering like a newborn puppy.
A post for another day? Women in their late 30s who dress like they’re in late puberty. Women who are so desperate to get married they say and do whatever it takes to get to the altar. Women who create drama for the sake of creating drama.