Thursday, January 28, 2016

let's get ready to look SO GOOD

Last night I opened a book I just checked out from the library, and realized to my disappointment that I'd already read it--this is probably why the title seemed so familiar when I grabbed it.  It's "The House on the Strand" by Daphne DuMaurier.  It's a good one, so if you like DuMaurier's style you'll appreciate it.  

For Christmas this year we gave our family skiing and snowboarding lessons--it was interesting to me that the sport each child chose was the same one I would have chosen for them if I'd had to guess what they wanted.  Overall it's gone well except I fell and gave my head a good smack yesterday (but in a helmet, so at least my brains aren't all over the mountain), which cooled my ardor considerably.  As ever, I am overthinking it instead of trusting my body to do what it's supposed to.  But my body is not really an athletic body,  so I think my mistrust is well-founded.  Sometimes I feel like maybe I am trying to learn too many things.  I mean, learning is important, and maybe it will keep me out of the nursing home a little longer, but if you have too many irons in the fire you just make a mess, which is where I sort of feel like I am.  Like, I can't be practicing guitar AND derby AND snowboarding AND figuring out how to do a job AND running the rest of my life.  It makes me feel a little wiggy.  

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

help them you can

We are closing in on the long-awaited day upon which we will be blessed by a new Star Wars movie, one that has the potential to actually be good, so naturally there are people writing their "I've never seen Star Wars" think pieces, which is cool and fine, but they're all like . . . weirdly proud and defiant about it?  Like they purposely use incorrect names and terminology for things in order, I suppose, to more fully portray themselves as people who care so little about the Star Wars universe that they don't even know what stuff is called, even though the terms were long ago absorbed into the larger culture.  Remember that joke about how you can tell if someone doesn't own a TV--don't worry, they'll tell you?  That's what I'm talking about.  If you care more about telling me that you haven't seen Star Wars than I care about you not seeing it, you are the weirdo.  You are me in college taking a tremendous amount of pride in telling people that I hadn't seen Titanic.  Guess what, younger me?  NOBODY CARES.  Nobody thinks you're cooler than them because you didn't watch a popular movie.  Same to you, Star Wars non-believers.  You're not cool or edgy, you just didn't see some movies.  And spending any time being proud of yourself because of it is way embarrassing.

Monday, December 14, 2015

but he never got cross if the game went wrong, and he always told the truth

Well, I don't know what to say.  For the past two months I have been too busy feeling apathetic and disappointed and unmoored to write any blog posts, save for one I started and then thought, "Nah, better not."  My already-hard heart has acquired a new layer of calcification and I am currently on a swell roller coaster ride in which I regularly wonder if anything I thought I knew is even true.  I am aware that I live a tremendously coddled existence, so I can't complain, but for me it has been unpleasant.

Plus blogs . . . who needs 'em?  So long, so self-adulating, adding so little to public discourse, meh to it all.  IT'S OLDTHINK!  But I am glad I have this little space to navel-gaze in, and as soon as I find an interesting topic that won't cause repercussions to my personal life I'll come straight here to hammer it out.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

and I wish that I could travel his way

Last night John was whistling a song that was not, but reminded me of "We Are Siamese" from Lady and the Tramp, and it gave me cause for reflection.  It's been a while since I saw that movie, so my memory of the details is fuzzy, but I do remember the cats being cast as villains, and I guess they were jerks to Lady, and they are too skinny to be really awesome cats, but EVEN SO:  give me a bossy, manipulative cat over a doormat Cocker spaniel and a commitment-phobic mutt any day.  Plus Tramp has, like, a terrier's head?  What is that all about?  Imagine him in real life--he would be hideous.  He's a hideous cartoon!  Get out of here with that.  I hate Lady, I hate Tramp, I hate Jim Dear and Darling and Aunt Sarah and that stupid spaghetti dinner and it feels so good to say that!  

I had no idea my feelings about that movie were so strong.  

I just watched the first episode of iZOMBiE, which I have never heard of because I am an old person who is out of the loop, and it's quite a cute little show.  I'm starting to get just a little bit tired of the zombie craze--it's nearing bacon levels in overexposure--but I liked this show.  

We are thinking about getting another cat, and I know I said we could not be a three-cat family, I am choosing to pretend that three cats does not cross the line into animal hoarding.  It's a little female tuxedo cat who purrs the second you pick her up and as Grant puts it, "We NEED that cat."  John and Emmett do not want the cat, because John doesn't want any cats ever, and Emmett is strange.  John feels like we don't need another potential generator of poop and pee and barf in the house (Groceries has done his species some terrible harm, P.R.-wise, with this) and Emmett won't give a real reason for why he doesn't want the cat.  He loves Groceries and Rex, so I'm not sure what's going on, other than he is my only child who understands moderate portions, and maybe he understands that three cats is an excessive portion.  But that's only one cat for every two people in our house, so really I'm rightsizing our cat levels.  

Friday, October 2, 2015

what happened to us, kodos?

Okay, do you remember back at the end of last year when I told you I was trying a new experiment and I would let you know if it worked out?  Well, it's working out, and this is it:

I first heard about roller derby from John--he watched it in the seventies when it was basically professional wrestling on skates.  It's much different now--not scripted, and it's a real, no-foolin' sport.  You should see the things these ladies can do on skates!  One of them can jump a folding chair.  Probably more than one!  I am very impressed by them.  Anyway, I'm having a great time and it has brought balance to my life and helped me chafe less in my traces.  I'm still in fresh meat because I am a slow learner.  It's scary and wonderful and I love it.  You guys, roller skates are fun.  If you live in or near the Ogden, UT area and want to be part of something unique and challenging and rewarding, I highly recommend it.  And if you don't live around here, chances are there's a league in your area that would love to have you.  I just googled "roller derby in Utah," and here we are.  

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

foolish earthling, totally unprepared for the effects of time travel

So as you may know, Utah is full of crazy preppers.  The Venn diagram of Mormons and preppers has a huge overlap, I'm sure.  And most Mormons don't really believe that the world is ending anytime soon, but we do like to have some things on hand, just in case.  Plus it's helpful in case of natural disasters or unemployment.  So the shelf-stable food industry is very robust here, which makes it easy to put together a supply of emergency rations.  My friends bought a book called "Meals in a Jar" that they are using for recipe inspiration, and changing out the ingredients where necessary because the lady who wrote it does not share our feelings about certain additives.

We've done taco soup and zuppa toscana so far, and they are really decent, the kind of meal you'd make on a normal day when you're a little short on time.  It's all dry ingredients so all you have to do is add water.  One quart jar will feed my family of six, not to the point of being stuffed, but full enough that you're okay, and no leftovers to worry about since probably refrigeration will not be as easily done during the End Times.

Here's what they look like:

You just scoop the stuff into the jar, put a small copy of the prep instructions on top, then seal it with a vacuum sealer, and it supposedly keeps for years and years.

Monday, September 21, 2015

it's all phone calls and telegrams, eh Angelica?

You'll be glad to know that I made some chocolate granola this morning and it is TURRIBLE, not at all like the stuff I bought from Costco.  Harrumph.  

It is still a blessed time to be alive, though, because it is BOOT WEATHER!  

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Not this week, this week is going to be in the 80s, gross.  But last week was a dream and I clomped around in my boots like nobody's business, and yesterday for dinner we ate turkey and mashed potatoes and stuffing and squash and it was a great day.  

I have been canning meals in a jar with my friend Wendy, and now I almost have enough meals for our family to eat once a week during the rapture, provided we still have clean water and a way to heat it up.  Cool.  Speaking of the rapture, I guess there is some lady who had a dream about the world ending, and it's supposed to happen in the next week or so?  It is so hard to keep track of all the doomsday prophecies, and really what I want is just a quick out whenever it does go down for realsies.  I mean, we have our 72-hour kits and go bags, but past that point I really don't want to be around, tasty, nutritious jar meals be damned.  I have no need to watch civilization dissolve into warring tribes of rapist cannibals.  But that's just me--I'm a day person!