Friday, July 29, 2005

Come to my party! Where is it? seriously?

Tomorrow my husband and I are heading to wedding. It's the wedding of a friend of mine from college who I have not seen in a few years. It should be an adventure.

Besides the fact that I couldn't tell the bride from your basic man on the street, and that the only friend of mine I know is invited to the wedding cannot come because he is taking the bar that day, (good luck Ken!!) the invitation was slightly vague about the location of this shindig.

please come to the wedding of

Miss X
to
Mr X

Saturday July 30, 2005
4:30pm

Lake XXXX Gazebo
everytown, OH

Honestly. You cannot make this up. There was. NO. address. How we are meant to find this place I have not a clue. Granted this town is pretty much centered around this lake, however I did not know that. I am from about two hours away and I am certain I am not the only guest not from randomville, OH.

I only hope that by the time we find the ceremony location their gift is not broken from rattling around in our car for 3.5 hours.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Do nudists have nude funerals?

A few nights ago, on the hottest day of the year - the day there was a heat advisory in effect until midnight - a power line near my apartment was snapped while I was running out to get some Ben & Jerry's. Returning home with my tasty treat I found my husband trying to read his law textbooks by candlelight.

As the lights came back on though, I noticed that NakedGirl's blinds were open because like most others she had attempted to get as much natural light into her apartment as possible. However, I soon realized that the gal traipsing through the neighboring apartment - was not NakedGirl *gasp*. She must have moved. I had been wondering what had happened to her dog-who-never-shut-up. This means someone else now has the pleasure of seeing he trotting around her apartment au natural. Maybe she moved in with Big-Hairy-Dude.

The Birth of an Obsession

My new/old job is very slow this week, so slow today I was thoroughly on the verge of sleep at my desk before a coworker came over to talk to me. I talked to her for a minute before I was aware of what was going on.

To cure my boredom I decided to help my mother-in-law with her favorite little obsession - collecting bizarre salt & pepper shakers. She has too many already, but they make her happy and they crack me up...besides anything beats this boredom!

She has 2 rules:
  • They must be under $10
  • They must be funky/cool/quirky OR the sort of thing you just stand there staring, thinking "WHOA. Someone thought that was a good idea."

I have found eBay to be a good place to find these (surprise, surprise) seeing as how they have limitless quantities of bizarre items and no lack of S&P shakers. Unfortunately, MIL did not give me any limit as to how much I should spend total, or how many I should purchase. She said "don't just send me pictures, start bidding!" and that's all could get out of her.

By the end of the day yesterday I had purchased 14 sets for her.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Ashamed of Normality?

I'm not sure when it happened, but at one point everyone I knew began describing themselves as, "having no life." I believe this happened after they left undergrad, and while I can understand how life often takes a dramatic downshift when leaving college, since most of my peers did not persist in the nightly drunken karaoke and 16 player-games of Catchphrase at 2am. However, I'm not sure I understand why it is we insist upon this negative turn of phrase, although admittedly I use it quite frequently myself.

Facts are, I do have a life, it may not be the life I've always dreamed of, or highly glamorous and exciting city-gal a la Carrie Bradshaw, but it is satisfying and happy. This makes wonder, why we all seem to feel that our mediocrity is a sin, or even worse, makes us out to be "losers". It's only been a few years since American Beauty was being highly discussed in coffee shops everywhere, and yet people appear to have forgotten to seek out the beauty in the mundane. Perhaps I give humans too much credit, perhaps we forgot ten seconds after we walked out of the theatre into the sunshine.

Just a thought: sunsets happen every day, but are still thought of as stunning instead of mundane.


waking groggy, smiling
i notice his sleeping form, rolling over to check i'm awake.

padding softly across the floor,
a small blur of gray hurtles into the bathroom behind me
staring up at me with loyal mello-yello eyes.

humming, putzing, I make my morning
guzzling what little time is my own
before flying out the door, frazzled.

tripping across the pavement with a hint of strut,
hoping for a clear morning drive,
a perfect view of the skyline i know as home.

my work is not my own:
easy. repetitive. busy. busy.
s l o w.

internet friends greet my arrival
we suffer, laugh & vent as one
many faceted
personality.

numbers click and i'm off
climbing into the candy apple colored car
listing the things that might crop up,
the nervous hole in my abdomen created by this car,
distasteful to me.

letting myself in, they're there to greet me nonchalantly.
she rubs against my legs, chatting, as i drop food into her bowl.

we sit. talk. comfortable in our repetition. redundancy.