1930’s Housewife
Current mood: amused
Category: Life
Monday, June 30, 2008
I'd like to think of myself as somewhat modern and forward-thinking.
But, as usual, the universe is laughing at me.
Apparantly I'd make a "Superior" 1930's Housewife.
Guess I'd better bone up on the perfect cocktail to serve when one's husband hits the front door after a long day at the office...
(i scored a 62)
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Currently listening:
Poses [Bonus Track]
By Rufus Wainwright
Monday, June 30, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Just Because
Just Because
Current mood: evil
Category: Music
Friday, June 27, 2008
Ohhh, c'mon... you know you love Rick Astley just as much as I do...
Current mood: evil
Category: Music
Friday, June 27, 2008
Ohhh, c'mon... you know you love Rick Astley just as much as I do...
Monday, June 23, 2008
Oh I Wish I Was an Oscar Myer Weiner....
Oh I Wish I Was an Oscar Myer Weiner....
Current mood: ashamed
Category: Food and Restaurants
Monday, June 23, 2008
I may have scarred my daughter permanently this weekend - I mean on par with telling her there is no Santa Clause or Easter Bunny.
Both she and Sebastian had been singing the Oscar Myer Weiner ditty for days. And, while in the car on the way to the grocery on Sunday, Isabelle turned to me mid-song and said "Do you know that song, Mommy?"
"Well...of course," I answered. "I've known that song since I was a little girl like you."
"How did you learn it?"
"From the commercial"
[blank stare]
"You know...the TV commercial"
[another blank stare]
"But it's not on TV, Mommy, It's a song" Isabelle insists.
As if I'm the retarded one here.
After trying to no avail for several minutes to convince her that the cute little song they'd been singing in a continuous loop since Thursday morning was actually created to sell Hot Dogs, I assured Isabelle that I'd show her what I meant when we got to the store.
Once all three kids were settled in the cart (no, really, they do all fit) we wheeled on over to the refrigerated section. I plucked a package of Weiners, (Made with Turkey! (ew).) and proferred them to the two seated in the back of the cart.
Isabelle promptly burst into tears.
I got the hate stare from both the young, non-mother to my left, who seemed apalled that my child would have reason to cry amongst the packaged meats; and from the free-sample lady. Personally, I feel that anyone wearing oversized plastic gloves and a hair net while serving sample cups of triscuits probably doesn't have much to make others feel bad about - but I got the stare nontheless.
Apparantly, I should have left well enough alone.
Who am I to disillusion the kid about her favorite new song?
Now I'm on a mission find one of those little Weenie Whistles to make up for it...
Current mood: ashamed
Category: Food and Restaurants
Monday, June 23, 2008
I may have scarred my daughter permanently this weekend - I mean on par with telling her there is no Santa Clause or Easter Bunny.
Both she and Sebastian had been singing the Oscar Myer Weiner ditty for days. And, while in the car on the way to the grocery on Sunday, Isabelle turned to me mid-song and said "Do you know that song, Mommy?"
"Well...of course," I answered. "I've known that song since I was a little girl like you."
"How did you learn it?"
"From the commercial"
[blank stare]
"You know...the TV commercial"
[another blank stare]
"But it's not on TV, Mommy, It's a song" Isabelle insists.
As if I'm the retarded one here.
After trying to no avail for several minutes to convince her that the cute little song they'd been singing in a continuous loop since Thursday morning was actually created to sell Hot Dogs, I assured Isabelle that I'd show her what I meant when we got to the store.
Once all three kids were settled in the cart (no, really, they do all fit) we wheeled on over to the refrigerated section. I plucked a package of Weiners, (Made with Turkey! (ew).) and proferred them to the two seated in the back of the cart.
Isabelle promptly burst into tears.
I got the hate stare from both the young, non-mother to my left, who seemed apalled that my child would have reason to cry amongst the packaged meats; and from the free-sample lady. Personally, I feel that anyone wearing oversized plastic gloves and a hair net while serving sample cups of triscuits probably doesn't have much to make others feel bad about - but I got the stare nontheless.
Apparantly, I should have left well enough alone.
Who am I to disillusion the kid about her favorite new song?
Now I'm on a mission find one of those little Weenie Whistles to make up for it...
Friday, June 20, 2008
Dangerous...
Dangerous...
Current mood: overstimulated
Category: Writing and Poetry
Friday, June 20, 2008
reading anais nin while lounging in a sunbeam in the atrium of the central library, sweet tea close at hand; it's easy to forget you're reading in public
Currently reading:
Delta of Venus
By Anais Nin
Current mood: overstimulated
Category: Writing and Poetry
Friday, June 20, 2008
reading anais nin while lounging in a sunbeam in the atrium of the central library, sweet tea close at hand; it's easy to forget you're reading in public
Currently reading:
Delta of Venus
By Anais Nin
Monday, June 16, 2008
Attack of Conscience
Attack of Conscience
Current mood: full
Category: Food and Restaurants
Monday, June 16, 2008
Was running errands over lunch today and sped-walked past a couple toting lime green take-away cups from King David Dogs. Feeling equal parts jealous and hungry I immediately headed in that direction. Once that bell over the door rang and the smell of grilled dogs rolled my way I had an immediate attack of restaurant guilt. It had been too long since I'd been here!
And, to make matters worse - the usual staffers both looked up, smiled in recognition and say "Well Hiiiii..." which, of course, was an implied "Where the hell have you been lately?"
I ordered a BarBQue dog combo meal
(despite originally entertaining thoughts of only getting a side of tots and a drink to go).
Oh, King David's...HOW could I have forsaken thee?
Currently listening:
Juno
By Original Soundtrack
Current mood: full
Category: Food and Restaurants
Monday, June 16, 2008
Was running errands over lunch today and sped-walked past a couple toting lime green take-away cups from King David Dogs. Feeling equal parts jealous and hungry I immediately headed in that direction. Once that bell over the door rang and the smell of grilled dogs rolled my way I had an immediate attack of restaurant guilt. It had been too long since I'd been here!
And, to make matters worse - the usual staffers both looked up, smiled in recognition and say "Well Hiiiii..." which, of course, was an implied "Where the hell have you been lately?"
I ordered a BarBQue dog combo meal
(despite originally entertaining thoughts of only getting a side of tots and a drink to go).
Oh, King David's...HOW could I have forsaken thee?
Currently listening:
Juno
By Original Soundtrack
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle...
I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle...
Current mood:awestruck
Category: Writing and Poetry
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
After waiting untold hours, in multiple lines, to meet and greet with one of my top-five-of-all-time-favorite authors (David Sedaris) last night, I managed only to mumble a politically correct thank you and nod and smile dumbly as he chatted away and dropped his John Hancock into two of my books.
Figures.
While normally miles from what I'd consider comfortably glib, I can usually manage intelligent conversation, even when faced with semi-celebrity and/or uncomfortable situations. Apparantly the effeminate author with the slight lisp and memoir-littered past inspired in me an entirely new kind of intimidation. Was it the gray Champion socks with brown dress shoes? The sorbet-colored striped shirt? The odd absence of any visible gray hair at his temples?
The easy eyecontact a self-professed wall flower made with his legions of fans (can 750 people be considered a legion?) was enviable. And the small "ummms" and "oops"s during his 40+minute reading were endearing - even when they appeared mired in stories of ugly americans and tales of the Stadium Pal. The man stayed sedentary for hours making small talk, signing autographs and showing a genuine interest in his fans. Just additional reinforcement (as if any was needed) that Sedaris' position on my favorites list is more than deserved.
Currently reading:
When You Are Engulfed in Flames
By David Sedaris
Current mood:awestruck
Category: Writing and Poetry
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
After waiting untold hours, in multiple lines, to meet and greet with one of my top-five-of-all-time-favorite authors (David Sedaris) last night, I managed only to mumble a politically correct thank you and nod and smile dumbly as he chatted away and dropped his John Hancock into two of my books.
Figures.
While normally miles from what I'd consider comfortably glib, I can usually manage intelligent conversation, even when faced with semi-celebrity and/or uncomfortable situations. Apparantly the effeminate author with the slight lisp and memoir-littered past inspired in me an entirely new kind of intimidation. Was it the gray Champion socks with brown dress shoes? The sorbet-colored striped shirt? The odd absence of any visible gray hair at his temples?
The easy eyecontact a self-professed wall flower made with his legions of fans (can 750 people be considered a legion?) was enviable. And the small "ummms" and "oops"s during his 40+minute reading were endearing - even when they appeared mired in stories of ugly americans and tales of the Stadium Pal. The man stayed sedentary for hours making small talk, signing autographs and showing a genuine interest in his fans. Just additional reinforcement (as if any was needed) that Sedaris' position on my favorites list is more than deserved.
Currently reading:
When You Are Engulfed in Flames
By David Sedaris
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