18 October 2009
Other times I decide that the whole idea of keeping a personal blog is weird, almost narcissistic, and so 2007.
In the beginning I loved that blogging gave me a way to keep up with so many friends, and to quickly and easily share info about the life and times of me. It was nice to feel connected, with minimal effort.
Then blogging inadvertently became a primary means of communication with people that I used to actually talk to, on the phone or by e-mail, or even in person. (Sad.) Yes, I could still call you, but what would we talk about? Not only do I already know every detail of last week's trip to your parents' cabin, but I also know which park you took your kids to this morning, and what you ordered at dinner last night.
So, blogging. I'm back and forth. Mostly back.
But today, I miss it.
I want to write something trite, and send it out into the world! I want someone to comment on it! I want to post a picture of myself looking cute and autumny in my black suede boots! I want you to tell me how cute they are! On the picture thing, I think I can refrain. But not so much, I'm afraid, on the writing something trite. So go ahead. Read it. Validate me. Pretty please.
And then later, if you don't mind, I should probably just call you.
09 July 2009
Right this minute:
I'm huddled in a library cubicle at the University of Illinois in Urbana-Champaign. Shay is working on a research project here, so we've been staying on the U of I campus this week. I've found Champaign to be a rather dull place. The city is small, and eerily empty in the summer. Luckily I brought books. Lots of books. Also looking forward to a day trip to Chicago on Saturday.
Utah, we love thee! Shay and I are making a road trip out of our summer pilgrimage to the Homeland. We'll be in southern Utah for almost two weeks, from July 18 - 30. I would love to organize a get-together if any Utah friends want to get-together. E-mail me if you're interested and give me some dates and times that you're free. Alternatively, we can just assume that we will probably run into each other at least once at Cafe Rio.
I offer you my standard-issue slide-show travel report, complete with shaky, grainy video (thanks, Shay!) and mediocre snapshot photography (that's my specialty!) So wait for your motion sickness meds to kick in, be sure to use the restroom before starting the show (it's lengthy), and buckle up. It's going to be great.
11 June 2009
It's entertaining to imagine my wide-eyed, 20-year-old self, still wandering around somewhere in Scandinavia. I spent so much of my time there completely and wondrously lost... the idea is not that far-fetched.
I'm off to see if I can catch a glimpse of that me. I'll let you know what I find.
26 May 2009
8:23 I dreamed a dream. It had to do with airports. Also, zucchini. That's about all I can make of it at this point.
8:50 Taking Shay to the dentist. I fear this could be the most exciting outing of my day.
10:14 You did not just open your car door and set your big gulp, half full of Pepsi, in the parking lot before driving away. Common decency, people!
10:52 You go, Harold Meyerson. Nice editorial.
11:46 I'd say summer smells overwhelmingly like honeysuckle.
1:15 I refuse to swim until someone skims all the "cotton" out of the pool. A little gust of wind and it all happens so fast. Blasted cottonwoods.
1:17 I must be bored. I'm on facebook. Also just googled "cottonwood" plus "Kansas."
1:18 Turns out the cottonwood is the state tree of Kansas. Maybe I should have more respect for it now?
1:19 Shay says, "Cottonwood? Am I supposed to find that interesting?" Glad we can have respectful & productive conversation about important issues of the day.
4:05 Hotly contested battle for the title of "Most Exciting Outing" today. Will the bike ride to the public library win it all?
6:20 Coleslaw. I am newly converted.
8:30 Remember back when people used to answer their phones? Those were good days.
10:00 The Chocolate Chip Cookie will be the death of me. Mark my words.
18 May 2009
There. That's better.
15 April 2009
I'm definitely interested, but a little confused. Not quite sure whether there are just so many children available for sale that the event is going to be huge (there are, after all, more than 100 families in on the venture), or if the actual kids being sold are expected to be larger than average. I think more careful wording would have prevented this kind of confusion.
13 April 2009
Instead you should invest your extra feelings of domesticity into making your own girl scout cookies. We made the thin mints, and mmmm. They were tasty.
19 March 2009
"Hi. Where are you?"
"Oh. I'm still at the library."
"I'm actually [lowers voice]... I'm actually just calling to tell you that Shawn is cheating on you."
"Well I've heard about it from two very reliable sources."
"No, I'm not... I didn't call you to start a fight. It's just that [sniffle] I care about you [sniffle, sniffle] and I thought you would want to know."
[loud flushing noise]
[yelling to be heard over flushing noise] "Stop saying that! I know you don't want to hear it, but it's true! He's definitely been cheating on you. For awhile."
[while washing hands, shares intimate details about the nature of the infidelities]
[walking out the door] "No, I swear to you, I haven't said anything to anybody else. You're the only one I've told."
15 March 2009
16 February 2009
13 February 2009
"We were our own Springer episode."
"Never really finished anything, except cake."
"Near-death experiences are my forte."
Then the other day I heard on a radio show that Smith has published a new collection this year, called Six-Word Memoirs on Love and Heartbreak. They read several excerpts from the book, and then had people call in to give their own shot at condensing their love story into a six-word sound byte. Some of my favorites:
"He sees the me I don't."
"Loved him. He died. Love didn't."
"Love makes calculus seem like cake."
"Young love, then kids. Thanks, God!"
"I groom for her, no others."
"Surprise! It gets better with age."
"Our prison visitations were surprisingly romantic."
"He loves me anyway. Go figure."
So folks, it's almost Valentine's Day. Let's celebrate. Can you sum up your love story or your thoughts on love, in exactly six words?
10 February 2009
I give you: Lex's Favorite Things At This Exact Moment (TM).
Favorite grocery store: Aldi. Will the day ever come when I make it through the aisles at Aldi without causing a scene? Perhaps. But until I can get control of myself, you'll recognize me as the one stopping to marvel with every item I put in my cart. "We need eggs. What? 79 cents? Shay! Hey, Shay! Did you see this?! Large eggs are 79 cents. 79 cents!! I'm not joking."Favorite card game: Set. It's kind of nerdy. I am in love with it. Shay hates it. Will someone come play it with me?
Favorite snack: Stacy's pita chips. "Simply Naked" is the best of all the flavors, and not just due to its slightly scandalous name. Oh my heavenly snack. These are delicious.Favorite day of the week: Wednesday. I actually have time to exercise. The crossword puzzle isn't too hard. It's a good day for me at work, schedule-wise. Shay has late class but I eat dinner with him on campus in an eatery that is almost always empty except for the two of us. We sit and talk for an hour over food. It's nice. Wednesdays have gotten good reviews lately.
Favorite voice: Ray LaMontagne's. It's gritty and smooth at the same time. How is that possible? I do have to conjure up my own picture of what he ought to look like when I hear his music, though, because his actual physical appearance is unappealing. The Jesus-era facial hair does not seem to be working for him.
Favorite phrase: "I'm just saying." Actually I think this phrase is silly, but I find myself saying it all the time these days. I guess it's my subconscious favorite now. What does it even mean?
03 February 2009
This is pitiful. A thousand people freezing their butts off waiting to worship a rat. What a hype. Well, it used to mean something in this town. They used to pull the hog out, and they used to eat it. You're hypocrites, all of you! You have a problem with what I'm saying, Larry? (from Groundhog Day)I watch it every year. Yes, every year. And while half of me finds it annoyingly stupid when watched with such frequency, the other half of me still appreciates its charming message about turning your worst day into your best day, by looking beyond yourself. It's tradition, anyhow.
These creepy-but-cute creations
are another February 2nd favorite. We made a lot of them this year. You've got to spread the Groundhog Day love, you know?
(Do you want to make them too? I know you do. They aren't that hard to replicate. But if you want, you can click here to be enlightened with more detail.)
21 January 2009
Two things today:
(1) Thanks for all your kind words. They are just words, you know, but for some reason they mean a lot when they are offered up in support.
(2) Totally unrelated: figured out this weekend which of our neighbors this crazy lady was looking for, all those months ago. Pretty sure he does broker illegal transactions in the middle of the night. Shady.
16 January 2009
I woke up feeling optimistic today. As I wandered around getting ready for the day, I thought, "You know what, I could really use a warm, sunny day sometime soon. Maybe today is my day."
And then the universe had a good chuckle, and I stepped out into this.
So in terms of the weather, perhaps today is not my day. But in other ways the sky is starting to clear, and all the good things in life are becoming a little more obvious.
Hope you're enjoying the good things today too.