Momomama
I am starting to think that not owning a full length mirror is a bad idea. As it is now, the only time I see my whole body all at once and straight on and not reflected in a window or on the side of a car is when I am in a hotel. I do travel a lot for work, but not often enough to understand what my body really looks like. And because I can't really keep tabs on the body on a daily basis, she's kind of gotten away from me. And by that I mean, my body right now is not H-O-T Hot. Oh no, it is not. It is, in fact, a little fat. And yes, I guess there are a few reasons WHY I am chunking out, but screw reasons, man. And you know what really worries me? That maybe I am at the point in life where I have to Watch What I Eat and Exercise Regularly. Damn. And maybe I should buy a full length mirror.
I'm on spring break! See you on the 31st!
I have become obsessed with the idea of having a garden this year. OBSESSED. Every night I look at the Organic gardening book I had in Austin and plan a garden for this summer. Having never had my garden north of Texas, I have no idea what will grow. And it doesn't help that the Adirondacks share a USDA Hardiness Zone with the Dakotas, Montana, Minnesota and ALASKA. I see a lot of corn up there, as well as sunflowers and potatoes. I am thinking about putting a row of sunflowers along the road and up against the sunny side of the barn. I also want to do day lilies, an herb garden and hot peppers. The garden has become this theme in my conversations with Bill lately. Our feelings about it mirror my feelings about my employment chances...some days we are really optimistic and he talks about bamboo and beans and I talk about tomatoes and lilac trees. Other days we think I'll never ever live up there and we plan on expanding the wildflower patch by the side of the driveway by the fancy technique of not mowing that section of the field. But I think that whether or not I am up there fulkl time by the end of Summer, we will have some sort of garden. I just wish next week was not too early to start putting it in (last frost is in MAY!)
And since I will be holed up in a cabin in the woods all next week, tell me what to read! I love suggestions...
And as if going to war weren't scary enough...last night I had another one of those Corey feldman dreams. This time he was trying to kill me in my very own home. (Well not my actual home, but a sprawling log cabin mansion.) At one point, I hid in the laundry room behind some appliance boxes and rolled up rugs. Cprey had a knife. Everytime I managed to evade him, and get him out of the house, and get all the doors locked, one of my servants would let him back in. Then they would call me on the intercom and say, "That famous Corey Feldman is here to see you, Miss." Another serious problem was posed by the many many windows and glass walls in my log cabin mansion. It's hard to escape THE KILLER when everything is see through and there is nowhere to hide. Damn you Corey Feldman! You made my life a living hell in that dream, but I triumphed in the end, by waking up.
George Bush, did you even try to work this out?? If by at "a diplomatic dead end" you mean "stupid countries that are not Great Britain, Spain and Portugal don't agree with me so I am taking my toys and starting my own gang with GB, Spain and Portugal" then, golly, I guess we don't have any choice but to go to war! You are lucky the weather's so nice and warm today, George Bush, otherwise I'd be kicking your butt right now! But you've managed to distract me with your promise of spring! You bastard!
Just eight short years ago I was throwing baguettes and Evian bottles over the fence of the French Ambassador's residence in DC. That's when they were testing nuclear weapons in the South Pacific. Times must have changed because last night, after work, I sat down with some French goat cheese and a glass of French wine. I refused to buy Carr's Water crackers (screw you, Tony Blair!) so I had the Stop and Shop version. Vive le France!
I sent out yet another resume today...this time for a position of Director at a youth center. At least there seems to be one job a month for me to apply for - there's always that.
This just in! I googled the woman I went to school with who wanted to be a nun. Sacha isn't one, but she does work for a theological institute for Catholic women. We used to have these long drawn out discussions about Catholicism (when I say everyone in my town was Catholic, I mean it. In my eighth grade history class of 25, only four of us were not Catholic...we were two protestants, a Jehovah's witness and a jew. In my senior year physics class of 30, the only non catholics were: me, protestant; Charlie, the mormon (who was Catholic until sophomore year); and Sumreena, who was Muslim. And yes, it did come up. All the time). Sacha used to call me a heretic and said I certainly should NOT be able to take communion at a Catholic Mass. Good times.
So this morning, I was crossing the courtyard at my building and I saw a nun walking towards me. She was carrying a pillow and was with two women who looke exactly like her, only with slight age difference. The Sister must have had a sleepover with her sisters. Anyway, I thought to myself, "How come I never see nuns anymore?" Growing up in a town with at least six Catholic elementary schools I saw a lot of nuns out and about. The place was lousy with them. I knew a girl is high school, Sacha Ludwig, who wanted nothing more than to be a nun. (I wonder if she did it?) In Austin, I would often see a pair of nuns on the bus. But I can't remember the last time I saw a nun until this morning. So I had nuns on the mind already today when I got to work. And then the magazine editor called me to ask if I remembered the name of "the cheesemaking alumnun." (That would be Mother Noella, formerly Martha Marcellino, Benedictine nun at the
Abbey of Regina Laudis, maker of artisan cheeses, holder of a graduate degree in microbiology, and SLC class of '73). Which lead me to the point of my post - nuns are cool.
A new position is being created in my office, and I am allowed to give the new person all the things I don't like to do in order to free up my time for more travelling and other, as of yet to be determined, activities. The problem is that the things I don't like are the things that get in the way of my doing nothing all day but playing on the internet and talking on the phone. If I give up these busy work things, I may, in fact, have NOTHING TO DO! Which is okay, I guess, except that I get bored here as it is. I know part of the reason I don't have enough to do is that I am so darned efficient. The only advice my old boss gave me when I left SafePlace was this: Look out for your own interests more and learn to work slower. This, my friends, is the secret to success in business. The good news is that when we get the new person, I'll get to travel to our regions and get programs going there. And our regions include California. Which is warm.
Note to self: Eating sushi and egg rolls doesnot satisfy a Nutella craving. You'd think this was obvious, but not to me.
The cruel joke of nature. We are expecting 6 inches of snow today. And it started with feezing rain.
Today, like a miracle, five crocuses (croci?) popped their heads outside by my door.
I have been stewing in anger all day, and I have to get something off of my chest. Today, I had a gynecological appointment. As I walk to the back, all of the nurses and assistants and receptionists and typists are passing out mardi gras beads. How fun! How festive! I go to my little room, and prepare for my exam, which requires only waist down nudity. I am waiting patiently when one of the nurses pops her head in to say that the doctor wants to do a full exam, so could I please take off my top and put on the johnny, open in the front? I did it. Even though the full exam was a surprise. And you know what? I DIDN'T GET ANY BEADS FOR IT! Thanks bitches. I knew I should have had a male doctor.
Move along, there's no post to see here! Damn, why can't I delete? Seriously, blogger!
My friends never cease to blow me away with their talents. Last night Lisa had the honors of blowing my mind, and what a good job she did! I went to her reading at Cafe Largo (mmmmmmm...goat cheese salad, mmmmmm....ribs, mmmmmmm...wine). I have to admit that I did not want to go; it had nothing to with Lisa, but rather with my insane schedule this week. But in the end I figures, if I have to do some many evening events this week, one of them might as be one I don't have to do anything for. So there I was, listening to Lisa read from her novel in front of a completely rapt crowd. I could see people nodding appreciatively. And I could hear people doing that low, throaty, mmmmmhhhmmm thing people do when they are hearing someone read amazing writing. She warned me it was going to be intense, and it was. I can't wait to read the whole thing.
I have a new and dorky obsession. Bird watching. I know, like it wasn't bad enough to explore macrame and become mad about needlepoint. Now, I have a new way of wasting time - riding around for hours with a pair of binoculars and a post-it covered bird book. You will be glad to know that it is well worth it - in just two short days I identified close to twenty birds on my life list. I thought it was closer to twenty two, but the pigeon eating the birdseed was a rat and the pheasants on the lawn of that house were made of wood.
