Isn't sanity really just a one-trick pony anyway? I mean all you get is one trick, rational thinking, but when you're good and crazy, oooh, oooh, oooh, the sky is the limit
Yesterday was ICE and today I am wiped out! Spent the day sleeping in, running errands, watching football (ok in truth my bf was watching football and I was screwing around online), and sorta half heartedly folding the laundry.
I’m pretty excited about this week though! Only 2.75 days of work and then a four day weekend filled with fun plans and delicious food. Oh yes.
Since this post could use a little, I dunno, content, I’m linking The Lonely Island’s ‘Lazy Sunday’. An oldie but a goodie, with a classic Aaron Burr reference.
I’ve been really conflicted about Buy Nothing Day this year. I have some friends who are firmly for and firmly against the concept and I’ve participated and not participated in the past. I was thinking in the shower this morning (a place where all great thinking gets done, I am convinced) about what it means to me and what I would really like to see when it comes to consumer spending. Would I rather someone not buy anything than spend the day shopping at local and independent stores and purchasing items directly from the maker of the item? Is it hypocritical to refuse to buy something that one day and instead go out the next day and do all the same spending? Are we keeping money from people who desperately need it and would love to have the option to buy nothing one day rather than their entire lives consisting of buying nothing in order to survive? Is this whole exercise a demonstration of first world privilege? I just don’t really know any more.
The only solution I can think of is Buy Thoughtfully Day. But not just day. Life. Buy Thoughtfully Life. All the information coming at us can be hard to process and every day can feel like you’re failing in some way to be green enough, to do enough good, to help enough. The most any of us can do is think about our choices and maintain a community oriented lifestyle that involves supporting the good around us and working to undo the bad. I wish I had a grand summary and a perfect plan to end this entry, but instead I’ll just go with advice that moms everywhere give: Do your best. Keep trying. Don’t get discouraged.
Me, happy to be in the air conditioning as a child
My friends Leah and Mark are some of the most positive and engaged people I’ve ever met and they manage to do it without seeming fake or sickly sweet. It’s a good way to be. Leah wrote an excellent blog post over the weekend on How To Be Happy and it’s worth a read and worth thinking about. Enjoy!
This past weekend, I went to visit one of my favorite people in the world, Jen. It had been several years since we’d seen each other, but right away we got back in to the swing of things – talking and making fun and hopping around the room in animal masks. It was pretty great – when I’m away from my people for too long, I forget how much I like them and how much I miss them, but with the best ones, I am reminded within moments of seeing them.
I won’t go through a minute by minute replay of the weekend but here’s a few highlights:
*The day I arrived, we went out to dinner. Almost the second we got out the door, New York decided to give me a little reminder of why I like it – a slightly grumpy looking middle aged woman was outside vacuuming the sidewalk. Seriously. The vacuum was plugged in to her house and she had the front door open so the cord wouldn’t catch and she was getting rid of the leaves on her stoop.
*In the bathroom during brunch, I overheard a guy in the men’s room talking to his friend. “Dude. I had sex last night! WITH A WOMAN!”. I can’t convey the totally triumphant tone he had here, but it was fantastic. I wanted to congratulate him when he came out, but that seemed intrusive.
*Costumes. Jen was dressed as a jockey, except she was wearing a creepy horse mask. I couldn’t even look at her with the mask on without losing it. Once I can find my card reader, I’m posting a video of her dancing around smacking her own ass with a riding crop. I can’t wait. Her boyfriend had a panda mask on and kept waving his arms around saying “ooooh, I’m a panda, oooooh” and I had a rooster mask that they loaned me. It was SO creepy.
This stuff might seem weird or boring for you, but they are just little parts of what made Halloween in New York City pretty fantastic and the best Halloween I’ve had in years.
Today is one of those days where I feel a little bit useless. I kinda sorta crashed my boyfriend’s truck yesterday. We’re both fine and the truck is mostly fine, but this definitely reinforced the idea that I am not terribly handy. A few months ago, we were discussing the idea of the Zombie List – it’s a list of 5 to 10 people you would want around if the zombie threat becomes real and you have to survive. In case it’s not obvious, I am not a top candidate for anyone’s list. I’m not really sure when this happened, because I’ve always thought of myself as an effective person – the sort of girl who actually does RTFM and when it comes down to it, can figure out how to make things work. I think these skills are slipping as I get older, and I need to reclaim them. That’s the silver lining right there – this is not the way it has to be forever – anyone can learn how to do anything. I am a firm believer in the idea that nothing is impossible for someone to learn as long as they make an honest effort. Check back for (what I am sure will be) hilarious occasional updates regarding my attempts to become more self sufficient.
I’ve been battling a semi-bad cold for a few days now and last night I ran across this recipe and decided to fight this cold with the power of garlic soup. The recipe is Smitten Kitchen’s, so I won’t reproduce it here, but I highly suggest heading over and making it. I left out the cream because I didn’t have any and it was pretty rich and creamy on it’s own. I made little yummy noises when I was eating it and I feel a lot better today. Now, it might be the healing power of sleep and time… but it might also be the healing power of delicious soup.
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