Scene: Borders, mystery section, 10 p.m., Friday night
They stole my bike: Book for trip... must find book for trip.... Shit.
Random guy: Hi. How are you doing?
They stole my bike: ... ... ... ... ... ... ... hi. Avoids eye contact, takes step away.
Random guy: So, you from around here?
They stole my bike: ... ... ... ... ... ... ... yes. Gives awkward, don't do this! look. Steps back, steps back, flees.
They stole my bike: Need wedding ring... must put back on wedding ring.
They stole my bike: Shit, that was really, really rude.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Fate
As a kid I felt destined to come down with a terrible illness... like diabetes, cystic fibrosis, or leukemia. I was too lucky, I reasoned; I had good parents who were able to provide me with whatever toys or clothes I wanted, I had enough intelligence and athletic ability, and I had been spared calamity and disaster.
Ergo, surely life-threatening illness was headed my way.
I wasn't dramatic about this, I didn't mourn the lose of my adulthood. It was just something that I accepted about myself. I didn't tell anyone; in fact, I hardly realized that I thought it.
I never dreamed about my adult life. I wasn't a girl who thought about weddings or careers or houses.
It wasn't until late high school that I realized 1. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life; and 2. I was probably not going to die. I'd passed the window of terrible childhood diseases.
I sometimes wonder if I had thought more about my career choice, if I would have chose something else. Why not doctor? Why not accountant? I've always shown more aptitude in math and science than I did in English. The path I've taken I really stumbled upon--from my selection of majors to my first real job. I feel incredibly lucky that I love what I do.
Yet, part of me still won't be surprised if the rains come. But it was only that particular storm--me, illness--that I prepared for. The other million possibilities scare the shit out of me.
Ergo, surely life-threatening illness was headed my way.
I wasn't dramatic about this, I didn't mourn the lose of my adulthood. It was just something that I accepted about myself. I didn't tell anyone; in fact, I hardly realized that I thought it.
I never dreamed about my adult life. I wasn't a girl who thought about weddings or careers or houses.
It wasn't until late high school that I realized 1. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life; and 2. I was probably not going to die. I'd passed the window of terrible childhood diseases.
I sometimes wonder if I had thought more about my career choice, if I would have chose something else. Why not doctor? Why not accountant? I've always shown more aptitude in math and science than I did in English. The path I've taken I really stumbled upon--from my selection of majors to my first real job. I feel incredibly lucky that I love what I do.
Yet, part of me still won't be surprised if the rains come. But it was only that particular storm--me, illness--that I prepared for. The other million possibilities scare the shit out of me.
Hometown
I never expected to spend my adult life in the city I grew up in.
I didn't have any grand visions of living in New York or San Francisco like other kids, but I never thought that the coffeeshop where I had deep discussions with high school friends would be the coffeeshop I would stop in after picking up wedding books with my mom. I never dreamed of being able to answer regarding a particular restaurant that yes, I'd been there... for prom. Stores and parks and streets that are just normal things to most people are riddled with memories both random and poignant.
When asked in high school about where I wanted to go to college, my standard answer was "Anywhere but here." I loved traveling and thought that it was a lame to go to college close to home... but I ended up really liking a school an embarrassing 45 minutes away. College made it natural to look for jobs in the area, and to be honest, I really love the city I grew up near and now live in. My dreams of having kids and growing old are always set against the familiar downtown skyline.
My adventurous roots have not died out, however. My life goals do include:
1. Uprooting our family and spending a year in another country, sometime after we have kids
2. Living for a year somewhere a. mountainous and b. near the ocean.
I didn't have any grand visions of living in New York or San Francisco like other kids, but I never thought that the coffeeshop where I had deep discussions with high school friends would be the coffeeshop I would stop in after picking up wedding books with my mom. I never dreamed of being able to answer regarding a particular restaurant that yes, I'd been there... for prom. Stores and parks and streets that are just normal things to most people are riddled with memories both random and poignant.
When asked in high school about where I wanted to go to college, my standard answer was "Anywhere but here." I loved traveling and thought that it was a lame to go to college close to home... but I ended up really liking a school an embarrassing 45 minutes away. College made it natural to look for jobs in the area, and to be honest, I really love the city I grew up near and now live in. My dreams of having kids and growing old are always set against the familiar downtown skyline.
My adventurous roots have not died out, however. My life goals do include:
1. Uprooting our family and spending a year in another country, sometime after we have kids
2. Living for a year somewhere a. mountainous and b. near the ocean.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
The pen is mightier
Potpourri, in honor of Alex Trebek.
BOOKS I ENJOYED BUT WERE TOO DAMN LONG TO READ ALL OF
1491 (life in the Americas before Columbus! Pre-vacation to get in the Caribbean isle mood)
Slaves in the Family (the meeting up with descendents of his family's former slaves was intriguing, but somehow... offensive).
WHERE TO GO WHEN YOU'RE BORED AT WORK
The best blog nominees of 2006. It is here where I learned of the brilliant Waiter Rant and the irresistible Cute Overload (who can resist Cats'n'Racks?).
FISH UPDATE
I was reading Case Histories and the four sisters had tuna salad for lunch and I thought, mmm, tuna. So I had Husband pick some up when he went out. Then he made me a gigantic tuna melt and I ate some. Then I wanted to puke.*
It's going to have to be a few more years until I can try again.
UNDERNEATH THE SOCKS
I have the most horrendous shade of purple on my toenails. After the lovely orchid color I chose at the salon turned into puke pink once applied, I panicked and chose the color preferred by Vikings fans everywhere. Oy.
HEALTH UPDATE
My new meds cause erectile dysfunction. You can't beat that.
*Although this sounds like some scenario that would happen to a couple that is expecting, no worries. The only thing we're expecting is four more years of tofu salad sandwiches.
BOOKS I ENJOYED BUT WERE TOO DAMN LONG TO READ ALL OF
1491 (life in the Americas before Columbus! Pre-vacation to get in the Caribbean isle mood)
Slaves in the Family (the meeting up with descendents of his family's former slaves was intriguing, but somehow... offensive).
WHERE TO GO WHEN YOU'RE BORED AT WORK
The best blog nominees of 2006. It is here where I learned of the brilliant Waiter Rant and the irresistible Cute Overload (who can resist Cats'n'Racks?).
FISH UPDATE
I was reading Case Histories and the four sisters had tuna salad for lunch and I thought, mmm, tuna. So I had Husband pick some up when he went out. Then he made me a gigantic tuna melt and I ate some. Then I wanted to puke.*
It's going to have to be a few more years until I can try again.
UNDERNEATH THE SOCKS
I have the most horrendous shade of purple on my toenails. After the lovely orchid color I chose at the salon turned into puke pink once applied, I panicked and chose the color preferred by Vikings fans everywhere. Oy.
HEALTH UPDATE
My new meds cause erectile dysfunction. You can't beat that.
*Although this sounds like some scenario that would happen to a couple that is expecting, no worries. The only thing we're expecting is four more years of tofu salad sandwiches.
Still life
Sur la table:
Tent by Margaret Atwood
Speak softly, she can hear by Pam Lewis
To do list, c. last weekend, mostly completed
Lint brush
Newspaper, today's
Believer
Torn up junk mail
Stilton
Meet the Fockers
Bills
Cooking the Norwegian Way
Waning vodka tonic (with biodynamic lime)
Bandaid wrapper
Tax forms
Tent by Margaret Atwood
Speak softly, she can hear by Pam Lewis
To do list, c. last weekend, mostly completed
Lint brush
Newspaper, today's
Believer
Torn up junk mail
Stilton
Meet the Fockers
Bills
Cooking the Norwegian Way
Waning vodka tonic (with biodynamic lime)
Bandaid wrapper
Tax forms
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