It's snowing like mad out there; one of those days right from the clay-mation Christmas specials of my childhood. I just got off work, and I'm thinking about the eminent holiday season.
I've been crocheting hats hour after hour (just call me the mad hatter). The hats are my Christmas presents for various friends and family members. We leave tomorrow morning and I've still got laundry to do, along with some shopping and packing. Oh boy. I'll be crocheting on the drive there for sure-- not to mention tonight when I go to work!!
I'm looking forward to the holidays with Tennessee's family, but not looking forward to making that drive with a three-year-old! We'll see how that goes; last time she threw up twice. EEK.
This is the first time in a while that my focus for the holidays has been spending time with family. I'm making most of my gifts and I'm truly looking forward to a relaxed time with everyone.
We spent an early Christmas with my family on Sunday. My mother gave me a necklace that says "Mother Daughter Friend". It's very nice, and shows how far we've come this year with our relationship. They got Tennessee a book on the history of math theories. He was happy.
Anyway, I'm sure I won't be able to post over the holidays, so here's my Merry Christmas to all of you!!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
When I was younger I used to write for hours. I could write about anything, much the way I can always find something to talk out loud about. But these last few years of remaking myself have left me with a gigantic opened-mouth silence on so many things.
When Obama was elected, I cried; honestly, I did. Not that I was bawling or anything--just a little watery-eyed. I meant to blog about it, but was completely overwhelmed once I was sitting down at that keyboard staring at the screen. How were there words to encompass what it meant to me? Besides the fact that he's a democrat and therefore stands for many things I agree with, the man himself is such a beautiful confluence of the things I'd always hoped for in a leader; he's reserved, thoughtful, intuitive, intelligent, well-spoken, well-mannered, level-headed, etc. Wow.
We had a blizzard. I meant to blog about that too; But I could say nothing. Yet today, of all the random days, I'm finally able to write. Here I am and my fingers are actually moving non-stop. This little blurb will be finished in minutes, because I really didn't have much to say....but at least this time I could actually "say" it.
I caught a glimpse of this girl while skimming channels this past week at work. (It's OK, I work nights, after all.)She's just the opposite for me. I'm seeking the online world because I want anonymity from what I look like, how I act in real life, what I do for a living, what people who know me think they know about me. For all those reasons it's been disturbing to not be able to freely 'speak' on this blog.
I don't miss my old blog. It was just the rantings of my rather whacked out brain at the time. It served its purpose. This blog is something else entirely. Bare with me as I figure it out.
When Obama was elected, I cried; honestly, I did. Not that I was bawling or anything--just a little watery-eyed. I meant to blog about it, but was completely overwhelmed once I was sitting down at that keyboard staring at the screen. How were there words to encompass what it meant to me? Besides the fact that he's a democrat and therefore stands for many things I agree with, the man himself is such a beautiful confluence of the things I'd always hoped for in a leader; he's reserved, thoughtful, intuitive, intelligent, well-spoken, well-mannered, level-headed, etc. Wow.
We had a blizzard. I meant to blog about that too; But I could say nothing. Yet today, of all the random days, I'm finally able to write. Here I am and my fingers are actually moving non-stop. This little blurb will be finished in minutes, because I really didn't have much to say....but at least this time I could actually "say" it.
I caught a glimpse of this girl while skimming channels this past week at work. (It's OK, I work nights, after all.)She's just the opposite for me. I'm seeking the online world because I want anonymity from what I look like, how I act in real life, what I do for a living, what people who know me think they know about me. For all those reasons it's been disturbing to not be able to freely 'speak' on this blog.
I don't miss my old blog. It was just the rantings of my rather whacked out brain at the time. It served its purpose. This blog is something else entirely. Bare with me as I figure it out.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Most of life is discovery, from that of the self, to that of the world. Still, I feel a little behind the works. I don't even know what kind of music I like. I feel like some kind of dead person, or something; there's just not a whole lot of music that gets my blood pumping. There's specific albums that I like, by Alanis, My Chemical Romance, Queen, Amy Winehouse, Garbage, and, recently, a variety of metal and folk bands.
Still. There isn't a "type" that gets me lubricated, you know?
In any case. I'll keep working on it, and keep you posted. Recommend your fave bands, plz.
Still. There isn't a "type" that gets me lubricated, you know?
In any case. I'll keep working on it, and keep you posted. Recommend your fave bands, plz.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Famous Co-Operators
Written history gives us very little about the lives of women through time, and I find myself musing over what their lives may have been like.
My favorite fiction novels were/are about women, from the Anne of Green Gables series and Jane Austen novels of my adolescence to the light-hearted chick-lit I read today. In fact, I find it difficult to read fiction from a male perspective. It's kind of weird.
But back to the point, I wonder what life was like for the women of the past. I wonder what it was like for women before history was even written. I wonder how they gave birth, what they used for birth control, if anything, and how they dealt with their menstrual cycles. In societies where women played an active role in every day life, or where they had some degree of authority, I imagine they must have found some way to not be incapacitated during their periods.
When I went to see the Sex and the City movie, Sara Jessica-Parker's character, Carrie, is reading a book about the love letter of great men. They were love letters written by Beethoven and other famous/accomplished men in history.
It made me wonder: What kind of a women stole their hearts? What kind of women were they that these men of great renown were smitten? We hear little of women at all, and little of wives in general, but we all know that these wives (and wives today) played the supporting role that affected every day life for each of these men.
Did these women whisper words of wisdom? Did they suggest things that sparked an invention? Did they ask questions and solve riddles at the breakfast tables of their famous partners? All-in-all I wonder how much of what we attribute to men was the work of women all along.
Even in the Bible, the women further the plot, from Eve taking the first bite, to the feuds between the mothers/wives of famous men. From Deborah, Ruth, to Mary and Martha, there are countless women silent in written history; they fed, clothed, nurtured and loved the men who 'made history'... and conveniently left them out.
My favorite fiction novels were/are about women, from the Anne of Green Gables series and Jane Austen novels of my adolescence to the light-hearted chick-lit I read today. In fact, I find it difficult to read fiction from a male perspective. It's kind of weird.
But back to the point, I wonder what life was like for the women of the past. I wonder what it was like for women before history was even written. I wonder how they gave birth, what they used for birth control, if anything, and how they dealt with their menstrual cycles. In societies where women played an active role in every day life, or where they had some degree of authority, I imagine they must have found some way to not be incapacitated during their periods.
When I went to see the Sex and the City movie, Sara Jessica-Parker's character, Carrie, is reading a book about the love letter of great men. They were love letters written by Beethoven and other famous/accomplished men in history.
It made me wonder: What kind of a women stole their hearts? What kind of women were they that these men of great renown were smitten? We hear little of women at all, and little of wives in general, but we all know that these wives (and wives today) played the supporting role that affected every day life for each of these men.
Did these women whisper words of wisdom? Did they suggest things that sparked an invention? Did they ask questions and solve riddles at the breakfast tables of their famous partners? All-in-all I wonder how much of what we attribute to men was the work of women all along.
Even in the Bible, the women further the plot, from Eve taking the first bite, to the feuds between the mothers/wives of famous men. From Deborah, Ruth, to Mary and Martha, there are countless women silent in written history; they fed, clothed, nurtured and loved the men who 'made history'... and conveniently left them out.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Birthdays, Kegs and Summer
It's been a great summer this year. I'm so glad I didn't take any classes.Though I'm working full-time, it's only 32-hours, so life is pretty laid back. I have Jossie every other week and every other holiday, and even though I miss her like crazy when she's not around, I truly enjoy my quiet time alone. And my quiet time with Tennessee.
The other day I took Jossie to the arcade and she rode that ridiculous carousel, like, 8 times, I'm not even kidding you. Towards the last couple of times she would get off and run and sit on another horse while the carousel turned, laughing herself silly.
It was kind of a challege to get her out of there in time to for her gymastics class. Oh, yeah, Jossie's started gymnastics. It's awesome! I love watching her, and she really has a good time while she's there, stretching, running, jumping and going over obstacles.
Her birthday fell in the middle of the week so I'll be having her birthday party this weekend. Despite that, I decided to take her to the playground on the actual day of her birthday and play till she dropped and then take her out to eat. We ate with my parents at 'The Shanty', and two pictures up is a shot of Jossie while we sang happy birthday to her before she blew out the candle on the sundae they served her there.My little brothers are really good with her, and as you can see from the pic, she adores them, especially the older one, since he's a lot more patient. Is it a strangle-hold or a hug? You decide!
Tennessee and I have gone tubing only once this summer, but Jossie's been seeing a lot of time at the splash park...and by extension so have we.Between movies, scrabble games, coffee houses and eating out, we've been enjoying our break from school. 'The Kegs' has been an all-time favorite for us this summer, in all its deep-friend and cherry-coked glory.
I'll be spending all day tomorrow prepping for Jossie's party and I'm pretty darned excited!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Fourth of July
Tennessee and I went to the sculpture park in "The Cities" (Minneapolis-St.Paul). It was pretty fun. We posed with many of the sculptures, causing many fellow sight-seers to either watch us with amusement or leer in disdain at our childish behavior.We went to a pool party and swam all around, squirting his twin brother and his girlfriend with water guns. It was the fourth, after all, so we had to commemorate that fight for Independence with some guns and violence, no?
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