Friday, February 28, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Illicit and Tantalizing
I nailed my presentation today (thank you GOD and the Heavenly Host). Then spent the evening killing a bottle of wine with the Russkie.
I'm going to throw caution to the wind and start a new book tonight. For fun.
{pause for your gasp here}
No analysis, no underlining, no deep thinking, no preparation for the outstanding Lit Society or class presentations or response papers.
Just. Reading.
Bring it on.
{And I'll be asleep within 10 minutes. But that's ok.}
I'm going to throw caution to the wind and start a new book tonight. For fun.
{pause for your gasp here}
No analysis, no underlining, no deep thinking, no preparation for the outstanding Lit Society or class presentations or response papers.
Just. Reading.
Bring it on.
{And I'll be asleep within 10 minutes. But that's ok.}
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Why We Can't Have Nice Things
Though we try to keep a clean house, this happens.
Often.
I can't exactly remember how - because it certainly wasn't on purpose - but we discovered that in addition to Conan O'Brian, Lucy loves plastic bags filled with tissue paper. She will dig and play and bite and roll until it is utterly destroyed. And then her schmuck parents replace it with a fresh bag.
I am over this presentation already. Tomorrow, tomorrow, for better or worse. You know it's sad when your wait time at the DMV feels relatively short because you're frantically trying to organize your Gender and Sexuality slides. Think about how pathetic that sounds.
Also? I got recruited by another tutoring agency today! I do my in-processing this weekend and start with my first student next week. Pretty cool! I'm glad to be building up a student base.
And in case you're wondering, I'm digging my new library accessory. Even if it looks like I bought it at the stock show.
Often.
I can't exactly remember how - because it certainly wasn't on purpose - but we discovered that in addition to Conan O'Brian, Lucy loves plastic bags filled with tissue paper. She will dig and play and bite and roll until it is utterly destroyed. And then her schmuck parents replace it with a fresh bag.
I am over this presentation already. Tomorrow, tomorrow, for better or worse. You know it's sad when your wait time at the DMV feels relatively short because you're frantically trying to organize your Gender and Sexuality slides. Think about how pathetic that sounds.
Also? I got recruited by another tutoring agency today! I do my in-processing this weekend and start with my first student next week. Pretty cool! I'm glad to be building up a student base.
And in case you're wondering, I'm digging my new library accessory. Even if it looks like I bought it at the stock show.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
If the Shoe Fits
Don't mind me. I'm just taking a break from crafting the world's best presentation. I even got a little snarky with it - which will either go over well and endear me to my audience, or will go down in a fiery ball of nastiness and cost me 20% of my grade. Go big or go home. That's what I always say.
Actually, not really. I never say that. This is a huge risk for me.
But it seems appropriate, what with "risk" being the overarching theme of my life these days.
I'm in a very good season of life right now, and I have debated whether or not to talk about it on the blog. First of all, I live my life waiting for the other shoe to drop, which at heart is ungrateful and unChristian. (Doesn't the Sermon on the Mount mention something about worrying? And how it doesn't tend to pay off? Lilies of the field and all that.) Lord knows I don't mean to be that way, but let's be honest, I am.
So when I take the biggest risk of my life since getting married (a great precedent, by the way!) and I realize that the bottom hasn't dropped out after all, and that life really does go on, and that the pieces of my life finally, at last match the puzzle of my personality…it's downright shocking. In a pleasant way, of course.
The reason I hesitate to write about this is that happiness is fleeting and temporary and should never be our goal. It is the immature little sister to Joy, Contentment and Wisdom. Happiness was not my goal in leaving my job and opting for grad school and a hodgepodge of 47 tutoring jobs, but so far it's turning out to be a pleasant by-product. And instead of squeezing my eyes shut and waiting for this to end, I'm going to flat-out admit that I'm happy.
The shoe fits and I'm going to wear it.
That said, howwwwww can it only be Tuesday???
And lest you think I'm high-stepping around the house with visions of rainbows and bunny rabbits (har har, see what I did there?) let me just mention that I have to spend the afternoon at the DMV tomorrow.
At the DMV!!
Actually, not really. I never say that. This is a huge risk for me.
But it seems appropriate, what with "risk" being the overarching theme of my life these days.
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| What? Risk? No thank you. |
So when I take the biggest risk of my life since getting married (a great precedent, by the way!) and I realize that the bottom hasn't dropped out after all, and that life really does go on, and that the pieces of my life finally, at last match the puzzle of my personality…it's downright shocking. In a pleasant way, of course.
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| Our first international trip together. Taken during a decidedly unhappy time for me. |
The shoe fits and I'm going to wear it.
That said, howwwwww can it only be Tuesday???
And lest you think I'm high-stepping around the house with visions of rainbows and bunny rabbits (har har, see what I did there?) let me just mention that I have to spend the afternoon at the DMV tomorrow.
At the DMV!!
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| Honkin zipline in Haiti. Good risk. |
Monday, February 24, 2014
When in Rome
Take a look at the sunrise from this morning - no filter!! This view + 2 cups of coffee = only reason in the world it's worth it to get up at such an ungodly hour.
Glad I slaved all weekend finishing a book so I could start on my presentation, only to realize it hinges on two important critical essays that are about a million pages each. **sigh** So guess what I spent all afternoon doing? And I'm still not done.
But then we watched the Season Finale of Downton Abbey and it's so, so good! Watch it immediately!
And now I'm back to it. Just as soon as I finish this procrastinatory (that's a word, just go with it) post.
So, living in Colorado. I'm not sure if it's a Western thing or a pop culture thing or a modern design trend thing, but various accoutrements with antlers? Kind of popular. Kind of all over the place. Now, I'm from the South and am so not a fan of anything that could be described as...how shall we say...redneck. Rhinestones and denim together? No. Anything with camouflage on it? No. Wearing tracksuits and sparkly jewelry (together) to the mall? I'll pass. Saying the occasional "y'all"? Ok, guilty.
But.
Look what I finally broke down and bought.
A faux antler candle holder. {pause for your outraged gasp} {it's ok, let it out, I kind of don't blame you} {I'll give you a minute}
The front window needed something. And as opposed as I have been to any additional brown and/or cream colors in the house, I bought this puppy. Just needed it. I think Denver is in my blood.
That is all.
Don't judge.
Glad I slaved all weekend finishing a book so I could start on my presentation, only to realize it hinges on two important critical essays that are about a million pages each. **sigh** So guess what I spent all afternoon doing? And I'm still not done.
But then we watched the Season Finale of Downton Abbey and it's so, so good! Watch it immediately!
And now I'm back to it. Just as soon as I finish this procrastinatory (that's a word, just go with it) post.
So, living in Colorado. I'm not sure if it's a Western thing or a pop culture thing or a modern design trend thing, but various accoutrements with antlers? Kind of popular. Kind of all over the place. Now, I'm from the South and am so not a fan of anything that could be described as...how shall we say...redneck. Rhinestones and denim together? No. Anything with camouflage on it? No. Wearing tracksuits and sparkly jewelry (together) to the mall? I'll pass. Saying the occasional "y'all"? Ok, guilty.
But.
Look what I finally broke down and bought.
A faux antler candle holder. {pause for your outraged gasp} {it's ok, let it out, I kind of don't blame you} {I'll give you a minute}
The front window needed something. And as opposed as I have been to any additional brown and/or cream colors in the house, I bought this puppy. Just needed it. I think Denver is in my blood.
That is all.
Don't judge.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Goals (revisted) and Dreams (the bad kind)
In case you're wondering, this is how I spend a lot of my time.
Sleeping with Willa Cather. So to speak. Here's one of life's greatest cruelties: how is it that I can fly through 3 books a week, for fun, but it takes me practically a lifetime to read one 300-page book for class? Especially when I have a presentation and a paper riding on this. (!!!) Twenty percent of my final grade. (!!!) I bet I only average 20 pages an hour. It's especially hard when G is sitting next to me, making up songs about Lucy, and A-peep keeps beating me (badly) at Words with Friends.
I am trying trying trying to keep on top of my goals these days. Which is to say, simply remembering that I have goals. So I don't wake up at age 60 without accomplishing anything with my life or in my house.
On the upside, I've tackled our taxes, painted the guest bathroom, and managed to stay employed.
On the downside... it turns out that as part of my requirements for the MA, I have to prove proficiency above the second-year level of a foreign language. The superunrealistic achieving part of me is all about revisiting my French. I double majored in it wayyyyy back in the day, and I'm thinking that with a little coaxing, my lingual faculties won't let me down. Comment dit-on "stupid idea" en francais?
So my goals have gone a little something like this lately:
December 2013
**Start studying French - find a speaking partner or tutor.
**Concentrate on finding a new job.
January 2014
**OK, time for French. Start the Rosetta Stone program.
**Buy an app for phone?
February 2014
**FRENCH! Start the Rosetta Stone program.
**Buy an app for phone?
**Start on this! Do not pay to take college classes!
**Stop ignoring this goal!
Anyhoo. I need to get on that so I can like, graduate, when that time rolls around.
Also - and I knew this would happen - since I started school, the ridiculous dreams have started up again. You know the ones I'm talking about, the ones that literally take years to subside after you graduate from college. Like, the one where you think you dropped a class, and haven't attended it all semester, and then realize you never dropped it, and you now have an F on your transcript? Yeah. It's so fun.
Well, lately, my recurring dream is that I'm in high school band again. (Long live band geeks!) It's the homecoming football game and I have a trumpet solo that I forgot all about. We are literally marching onto the field when I realize that I don't know the music, and haven't played my trumpet in a decade. Cold sweat. It's getting ridiculous.
And on that note, time to get back to Willa.
Wish me luck on my presentation this week!
Sleeping with Willa Cather. So to speak. Here's one of life's greatest cruelties: how is it that I can fly through 3 books a week, for fun, but it takes me practically a lifetime to read one 300-page book for class? Especially when I have a presentation and a paper riding on this. (!!!) Twenty percent of my final grade. (!!!) I bet I only average 20 pages an hour. It's especially hard when G is sitting next to me, making up songs about Lucy, and A-peep keeps beating me (badly) at Words with Friends.
I am trying trying trying to keep on top of my goals these days. Which is to say, simply remembering that I have goals. So I don't wake up at age 60 without accomplishing anything with my life or in my house.
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| The shelf dedicated to school, work, and tutoring projects. (With an old, old pic of the lovebirds.) |
On the downside... it turns out that as part of my requirements for the MA, I have to prove proficiency above the second-year level of a foreign language. The super
So my goals have gone a little something like this lately:
December 2013
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**Concentrate on finding a new job.
January 2014
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February 2014
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Anyhoo. I need to get on that so I can like, graduate, when that time rolls around.
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| Lucy's only goal starts with a "t" and ends with "reat." |
Well, lately, my recurring dream is that I'm in high school band again. (Long live band geeks!) It's the homecoming football game and I have a trumpet solo that I forgot all about. We are literally marching onto the field when I realize that I don't know the music, and haven't played my trumpet in a decade. Cold sweat. It's getting ridiculous.
And on that note, time to get back to Willa.
Wish me luck on my presentation this week!
It's the Little Things
It's not the big things that are getting me right now. New jobs? Cool. Grad school? No problem.
It's the little things. All the daily chores and errands and car issues and homework and reading assignments and millions of questions from students. I get home at night and have nothing left over. And my poor lil blog is suffering.
I did manage to add some color to the side-guest-room, though:
I'm trying to find small ways to add pops of color around the house. There seems to be too much beige and brown.
And too much black and white.
When Conan isn't on, Lucy has taken to watching the Olympics. Here are her two main positions these days.
I have not managed to read any new books for fun. In fact, I'm just barely staying ahead of our class discussions. Two papers down, five more to go. I'm desperately trying to get through our Lit Society book in time for our next meeting; the pressure is on because it was my pick.
BUT BUT BUT! We had Nat King Cole and Chef Campo over for dinner tonight! Major accomplishment on my part, cooking for a legit chef! And I have not a single picture of it. I'm such a bad blogger these days. In case you're wondering, I made homemade spaghetti sauce (and non-homemade spaghetti) and a killer peach cobbler. My arteries are like, thanks.
I'm getting used to my wacky schedule and hope to bombard you with incredibly interesting, relevant and mind altering posts again soon.
Ok, loves. Time to get back to Song of the Lark. Time to spend most of the day in my pj's tomorrow. When's the next three-day weekend?
It's the little things. All the daily chores and errands and car issues and homework and reading assignments and millions of questions from students. I get home at night and have nothing left over. And my poor lil blog is suffering.
I did manage to add some color to the side-guest-room, though:
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| Three fake sunflowers for $6.00 total. Gotta love Hobby Lobby. |
And too much black and white.
When Conan isn't on, Lucy has taken to watching the Olympics. Here are her two main positions these days.
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| Feet in. |
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| Feet out. |
I have not managed to read any new books for fun. In fact, I'm just barely staying ahead of our class discussions. Two papers down, five more to go. I'm desperately trying to get through our Lit Society book in time for our next meeting; the pressure is on because it was my pick.
BUT BUT BUT! We had Nat King Cole and Chef Campo over for dinner tonight! Major accomplishment on my part, cooking for a legit chef! And I have not a single picture of it. I'm such a bad blogger these days. In case you're wondering, I made homemade spaghetti sauce (and non-homemade spaghetti) and a killer peach cobbler. My arteries are like, thanks.
I'm getting used to my wacky schedule and hope to bombard you with incredibly interesting, relevant and mind altering posts again soon.
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| Best card ever. Nice inverse of the Biblical "love never fails." Is inverse the right word? Am I actually asking that while pursuing a Master's in English?? |
Friday, February 21, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
We Heart Denver
You gotta love February in Denver. We may get snow in random months like October, and April, and May...but we get dazzling pockets of spring-like weather in the middle of winter. Yesterday it was sunny and in the 60's. We took advantage and explored the Cherry Creek Reservoir.
It was so nice outside that I wore short sleeves and G wore shorts. Our skin was like, "What is this? Sunshine?"
As you can see, most of the reservoir was frozen over. We watched the geese walk across the water, and even a couple of dogs got out on it to try to figure it out.
See the little dots on the frozen water, to the far left of the picture? Those are a few men out ice fishing. All I had was my crappy phone camera, so I couldn't zoom in that well.
It was the perfect day for a walk, and it was really nice to get outside for a while. No books, no homework, no sulky rabbit. No TV, no chores, no budgeting, no tutoring prep.
Let's hear it for 3-day weekends! I plan on staying in my pj's until I have to tutor later this afternoon!
It was so nice outside that I wore short sleeves and G wore shorts. Our skin was like, "What is this? Sunshine?"
As you can see, most of the reservoir was frozen over. We watched the geese walk across the water, and even a couple of dogs got out on it to try to figure it out.
See the little dots on the frozen water, to the far left of the picture? Those are a few men out ice fishing. All I had was my crappy phone camera, so I couldn't zoom in that well.
It was the perfect day for a walk, and it was really nice to get outside for a while. No books, no homework, no sulky rabbit. No TV, no chores, no budgeting, no tutoring prep.
Let's hear it for 3-day weekends! I plan on staying in my pj's until I have to tutor later this afternoon!
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Back at It (B & A pics)
I'm finally getting adjusted to all the changes of late, and have started paying attention to the house again. The guest bathroom has been sorely neglected - but not anymore! Now it looks like people actually live here!
It was about a thousand times harder and more time consuming than I had expected. Mostly because I had to paint around everything, and the space is so small I felt like some sort of circus act, maneuvering my way around in there, wielding a paint brush and all. BUT! All's well that ends well. I like how the white appliances "pop" in contrast with the dark wall.
Now we have a decent looking guest bathroom for the peeps coming to visit us this spring. I bought this small cart to fill with extra toiletries and to serve as storage for guests. It fits nicely into the small space.
Before
After
It was about a thousand times harder and more time consuming than I had expected. Mostly because I had to paint around everything, and the space is so small I felt like some sort of circus act, maneuvering my way around in there, wielding a paint brush and all. BUT! All's well that ends well. I like how the white appliances "pop" in contrast with the dark wall.
Now we have a decent looking guest bathroom for the peeps coming to visit us this spring. I bought this small cart to fill with extra toiletries and to serve as storage for guests. It fits nicely into the small space.
Next up: the guest room (or the "side room"). I need to add a few aesthetic touches, and we are thinking about buying a sofa bed so our poor guests don't have to endure an air mattress (or the floor, like A-peep!!!! True friend!!!)
It feels good to be making progress again. This Type A is happy.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Play All
Want to know a sure fire way to get your energy back after the work week? Make a donut run first thing on Saturday morning. After about 75 glazed donuts I was bouncing off the walls. Painted the guest bathroom! Done! Pics to come soon.
G is spending the day at a nerd con. He dressed appropriately.
After doing hours of homework last night and hours of manual labor today, Lucy and I are chilling in the best possible way.
The weather is awesome, so here's hoping we manage to get out and about and enjoy the long weekend! I'm telling you, this girl is batting a thousand with the energy boost; I even started the next Literary Society book!
Enjoy the weekend, peeps!
G is spending the day at a nerd con. He dressed appropriately.
After doing hours of homework last night and hours of manual labor today, Lucy and I are chilling in the best possible way.
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| G knows the way to my heart. Best Valentine's Day (unexpected!) gift EVER. |
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| This is the best show I've seen in a long time. Can. Not. Wait until the next season comes out. |
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| Lucy's TV pose |
Enjoy the weekend, peeps!
Friday, February 14, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Don't Mind Me. I'm Just Being an Introvert.
Dudes! Duuuuudes.
Have I really gone like two days without blogging? At night I think about it but can't manage to put the girl scout cookies down and type a few lines. Also it's incredibly hard when I'm camped out on the couch and the computer is alllll the way up half a flight of stairs on the dining room table. A bridge too far and all that.
Here's the thing about being a pretty strong introvert. I like my new job(s) and am doing well adjusting, but all the new social interaction and chaos wipes me out. Like, in-bed-at-9:00 out. Like, out-of-words-by-3:00-p.m. out. I'm happy. I'm fulfilled. I'm cut out for this and I'm finding my place. And I'm exhausted.
I have a long overdue dinner with The Russkie tonight and I've thought all day about canceling. Not because I don't want to see her, and not because I don't totally look forward to it. Simply because I don't have any words or energy left. And they honestly expect me to go to work again tomorrow? Will the madness never end?
BUT BUT BUT! It's a three day weekend! (Thank you President's Day on Monday!) And I'm not complaining, I'm just saying that an introvert needs her quiet. Last night I turned off the light and just stared up at the ceiling in silence for about 30 minutes before falling asleep. No book. No New Yorker magazine. No watching Conan's intro with G & Lucy. Just silence, stillness, darkness.
The Russkie is providing the wine tonight. And I get to meet her kittens. Something tells me I will soon summon the energy to make a Panera run and join my friend.
Also? Turned in my 2nd paper today and am hoping I nailed it. Willa Cather and I are major peeps at this point. We're like BFF's.
Happy Vday to all you love birds tomorrow! <3 <3 <3
Have I really gone like two days without blogging? At night I think about it but can't manage to put the girl scout cookies down and type a few lines. Also it's incredibly hard when I'm camped out on the couch and the computer is alllll the way up half a flight of stairs on the dining room table. A bridge too far and all that.
Here's the thing about being a pretty strong introvert. I like my new job(s) and am doing well adjusting, but all the new social interaction and chaos wipes me out. Like, in-bed-at-9:00 out. Like, out-of-words-by-3:00-p.m. out. I'm happy. I'm fulfilled. I'm cut out for this and I'm finding my place. And I'm exhausted.
I have a long overdue dinner with The Russkie tonight and I've thought all day about canceling. Not because I don't want to see her, and not because I don't totally look forward to it. Simply because I don't have any words or energy left. And they honestly expect me to go to work again tomorrow? Will the madness never end?
BUT BUT BUT! It's a three day weekend! (Thank you President's Day on Monday!) And I'm not complaining, I'm just saying that an introvert needs her quiet. Last night I turned off the light and just stared up at the ceiling in silence for about 30 minutes before falling asleep. No book. No New Yorker magazine. No watching Conan's intro with G & Lucy. Just silence, stillness, darkness.
The Russkie is providing the wine tonight. And I get to meet her kittens. Something tells me I will soon summon the energy to make a Panera run and join my friend.
Also? Turned in my 2nd paper today and am hoping I nailed it. Willa Cather and I are major peeps at this point. We're like BFF's.
Happy Vday to all you love birds tomorrow! <3 <3 <3
Monday, February 10, 2014
On Working In a Classroom
Observations:
(1) Purell, Kleenex, Purell, Kleenex.
(2) Grades K-2 simply want to please the teacher (score!). Grades 3-5 are developing and advancing quickly, so they talk and move at the speed of light. Grades 6-8 are too cool for school. Forget about it already.
(3) No doubt about it, I am an introvert. I enjoy this job and am very social, but it takes all*my*energy.
(4) Want to win over a little kid? Tell her you own a baby bunny.
(5) Repeat #1.
(1) Purell, Kleenex, Purell, Kleenex.
(2) Grades K-2 simply want to please the teacher (score!). Grades 3-5 are developing and advancing quickly, so they talk and move at the speed of light. Grades 6-8 are too cool for school. Forget about it already.
(3) No doubt about it, I am an introvert. I enjoy this job and am very social, but it takes all*my*energy.
(4) Want to win over a little kid? Tell her you own a baby bunny.
(5) Repeat #1.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Weekend Goodies
You gotta love cozy Sunday afternoons. It is looking snowy outside, and Lucy is keeping warm.
I met up with some Supper Club peeps for a Dim Sum brunch this morning. This should be a weekend tradition. I'll post more about this over on the supper club blog, but they had all kinds of steamed dumplings, fried wontons, stuffed mushrooms and pot stickers. We also indulged in sesame balls and custard tarts for dessert.
I love this time of year because it is impossible to make it inside a grocery store without buying multiple boxes of Girl Scout Cookies. Twist my arm.
G has been sick since he got back from Germany, so instead of exploring, we took it easy this weekend. Which means that in addition to doing homework, I got to catch up on some TV shows. I've been watching Top Chef New Orleans every now and then (gotta love Comcast On Demand), and caught the season finale yesterday. Since I make G wear these headphones (i.e. "marriage savers") when he plays his X-Box, he makes me wear them when I watch Top Chef. For some reason he doesn't care about flavor profiles and textures.
I just finished reading a long critical essay about Willa Cather's role in American modernism, and am *trying* to get ahead of this week's work and whip up a response essay for Song of the Lark. It's not looking promising because snowy Sunday afternoons are actually made for napping. Sabbath means rest day and all that.
Also? We have made it a week and a half in this new lifestyle where I no longer have a 9-5 job! We are not in the poor house yet! The roof hasn't collapsed! We aren't even tempted to give Lucy Bell back to the Dumb Friends League!
I think we just might make it!
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| Our fireplace would look so pretty if we didn't have to barricade it. |
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| Yes, that is spicy pepper sauce slathered all over my plate. Yes, I eat it on just about everything. |
I love this time of year because it is impossible to make it inside a grocery store without buying multiple boxes of Girl Scout Cookies. Twist my arm.
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| I also used a Charming Charlie's gift card to buy some more |
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| You can tell by my totally hunched posture that I was wayyy into this episode. |
Also? We have made it a week and a half in this new lifestyle where I no longer have a 9-5 job! We are not in the poor house yet! The roof hasn't collapsed! We aren't even tempted to give Lucy Bell back to the Dumb Friends League!
I think we just might make it!
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Kidnapped by Pirates
Tonight we finally got around to watching this:
I have been wanting to watch it for a while, mainly because I love being able to pseudo experience real-life situations sort of, kind of how they actually played out. Without doing much homework about this movie or the real situation, I think there is some controversy about how close Captain Phillips decided to cruise to the Somali coastline. There is speculation that his decision to cruise closer rather than further from shore put his boat on the pirates' radar.
Be that as it may, I think in legalistic terms, and hijacking a boat is wrong. Circumstances don't matter. Historical and socio-economic situations being what they are, can you imagine? Can you just imagine that you're at sea, doing your job, aware of the dangers out there somewhere...and then it happens to you? You are boarded by pirates and you have no weapons and you are in the middle of the water and this could be it?
As a movie, it is very well done. Had I not already known how it ended, I would have given myself a headache; they did a great job of building suspense and making you feel like you were there, without much all-over-the-place, documentary-style videography (although there is some of that). Tom Hanks does a phenomenal job, as always, and so do the actors playing the Somali pirates. Without overacting, they portray how hopped up on khat and bat sh*t crazy the pirates must truly be. The fact that neither Captain Phillips nor any of his crew were killed is miraculous.
My blood pressure is sky high right now. Time to calm it down with some Willa Cather. Watch this movie - it's a good one.
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| Captain Phillips |
Be that as it may, I think in legalistic terms, and hijacking a boat is wrong. Circumstances don't matter. Historical and socio-economic situations being what they are, can you imagine? Can you just imagine that you're at sea, doing your job, aware of the dangers out there somewhere...and then it happens to you? You are boarded by pirates and you have no weapons and you are in the middle of the water and this could be it?
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| Source |
My blood pressure is sky high right now. Time to calm it down with some Willa Cather. Watch this movie - it's a good one.
Friday, February 7, 2014
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