My coworker showed me a website of postcards (emails, IMs) from Mom.
They are too funny. My faves so far:
I WILL BE TRACKING YOU.
Well i have 2 more bookkeeping clients to finish, then i have to go home and make a kranz, clean the floor again, make your bed, cover the presents in my closet, clean my bathroom, and watch your flight online. lol. kinda like a package arriving. I WILL BE TRACKING YOU.
And another whose PS was:
I love O'Bama
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Olde (with an "e" because it's Christmastime)
In conversations about personal style with friends, we have sometimes referred to mine as "grandma chic." (Though lately, I have been more "French cowgirl." Don't follow? That's okay; it is unrelated.) Lately, I have just been feeling kind of grandma. I'm not dressing any differently, but I feel as if I'm getting old. Maybe not grandma old, but at least mom old.
I get annoyed really easily by things people do. Especially on the train. All I wanna do is yell at people. Like the people by the doors who refuse to step off the car at crowded stops and let the masses pour out. You'll get back in. And you'll probably get a seat this time, too. Conversely, there are also those who push and shove to get to the door. It's Clark and Lake at rush hour. I'm getting off, everyone's getting off, stop pushing me. I also don't like strangers' hair invading my space, or even coming close to.
I get annoyed by teenagers and the things they do. I love babies and toddlers.
Tea time may be my favorite time of day.
I go to bed before midnight on weeknights for the first time since age 14.
I hosted my own Thanksgiving dinner.
My knee hurts a lot today. My other knee hurt a lot yesterday. My back also kind of hurts now that I mention it. And I've been complaining about it, too. Here I go again.
Kat commented on how I dance when I cook. I mean, there is usually music playing, but yeah, I do dance when I cook. And it's a weird dance, a mom dance, reserved only for the kitchen.
I couldn't handle going out Thursday-Saturday nights this weekend. I didn't. Even Thursday and Friday back to back was pushing it.
I eat oatmeal almost every morning. That's old people food isn't it?
I pay a lot of attention to my nails and my obsession with perfume has grown. Fortunately for all of you, I think my sense of smell is quite intact, so I don't think I'm overdoing the scents, I just really like them.
I am so into Christmas right now.
I get annoyed really easily by things people do. Especially on the train. All I wanna do is yell at people. Like the people by the doors who refuse to step off the car at crowded stops and let the masses pour out. You'll get back in. And you'll probably get a seat this time, too. Conversely, there are also those who push and shove to get to the door. It's Clark and Lake at rush hour. I'm getting off, everyone's getting off, stop pushing me. I also don't like strangers' hair invading my space, or even coming close to.
I get annoyed by teenagers and the things they do. I love babies and toddlers.
Tea time may be my favorite time of day.
I go to bed before midnight on weeknights for the first time since age 14.
I hosted my own Thanksgiving dinner.
My knee hurts a lot today. My other knee hurt a lot yesterday. My back also kind of hurts now that I mention it. And I've been complaining about it, too. Here I go again.
Kat commented on how I dance when I cook. I mean, there is usually music playing, but yeah, I do dance when I cook. And it's a weird dance, a mom dance, reserved only for the kitchen.
I couldn't handle going out Thursday-Saturday nights this weekend. I didn't. Even Thursday and Friday back to back was pushing it.
I eat oatmeal almost every morning. That's old people food isn't it?
I pay a lot of attention to my nails and my obsession with perfume has grown. Fortunately for all of you, I think my sense of smell is quite intact, so I don't think I'm overdoing the scents, I just really like them.
I am so into Christmas right now.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Homesick
Seeing Milk made me miss San Francisco. I know I don't say that much (or maybe I do, but I feel as if it's usually Togatown for which I pine) but I do. I really, really do. Right now, anyway.
I saw the film alone this afternoon because no one wanted to as much as I did. I felt like I had some sort of civic duty to see it, but an enjoyable one, a sort of homage to my youth, to my neighborhood/neighboring neighborhood: I lived in the Castro, or within 5-10 minutes of it for all of my time in SF, and I attended Harvey Milk Civil Rights Academy for three important years (K-2). One of my mom's friends was one of the main characters in the movie, too. Not an actor friend acting in the movie, but a friend, a photographer to be precise, who was part of Milk's cute camera shop crew. He wasn't played by any of the big-ish names (Franco, Hirsch, or Luna) also playing characters in that circle, but that was still exciting as heck to hear the name Danny Nicoletta and know the real Danny. Also that hunky guy who played the Titanic designer/engineer in Titanic played Mayor Moscone. I have no personal connection to him; I just liked him in Titanic.
Diego Luna's character was kind of annoying at times, but I think he was supposed to be, and it was oh so clear that Emile Hirsch was wearing American Apparel, but all in all it was a good film. When looking for a photo of the American Apparel 'fit, I found out that Emile Hirsch and I share the exact same date of birth AND imdb.com trivia says "Was often seen singing karaoke alongside Lindsay Lohan." Birthday twins + karaoke + LiLo = SoulM8s.
I saw some previews today, too, and was telling my dad about them on the phone after the movie. I was telling him about this movie called Sunshine Cleaning and said it must have been Alan Arkin's last film. My dad was confused and corrected me. Why did I think Alan Arkin died? Weird. Anyway, he's not dead. He will also be in the upcoming movie Marley & Me, which I guess is how Jennifer Aniston's been wasting her time recently when not busy telling magazines how mean and cruel Angelina is/was. Seriously, why is that on so many magazine covers now?? Didn't this all happen years ago?
Maybe I need to sit down with a US Weekly and stop reading magazines only by their covers.
I saw the film alone this afternoon because no one wanted to as much as I did. I felt like I had some sort of civic duty to see it, but an enjoyable one, a sort of homage to my youth, to my neighborhood/neighboring neighborhood: I lived in the Castro, or within 5-10 minutes of it for all of my time in SF, and I attended Harvey Milk Civil Rights Academy for three important years (K-2). One of my mom's friends was one of the main characters in the movie, too. Not an actor friend acting in the movie, but a friend, a photographer to be precise, who was part of Milk's cute camera shop crew. He wasn't played by any of the big-ish names (Franco, Hirsch, or Luna) also playing characters in that circle, but that was still exciting as heck to hear the name Danny Nicoletta and know the real Danny. Also that hunky guy who played the Titanic designer/engineer in Titanic played Mayor Moscone. I have no personal connection to him; I just liked him in Titanic.
Diego Luna's character was kind of annoying at times, but I think he was supposed to be, and it was oh so clear that Emile Hirsch was wearing American Apparel, but all in all it was a good film. When looking for a photo of the American Apparel 'fit, I found out that Emile Hirsch and I share the exact same date of birth AND imdb.com trivia says "Was often seen singing karaoke alongside Lindsay Lohan." Birthday twins + karaoke + LiLo = SoulM8s.
I saw some previews today, too, and was telling my dad about them on the phone after the movie. I was telling him about this movie called Sunshine Cleaning and said it must have been Alan Arkin's last film. My dad was confused and corrected me. Why did I think Alan Arkin died? Weird. Anyway, he's not dead. He will also be in the upcoming movie Marley & Me, which I guess is how Jennifer Aniston's been wasting her time recently when not busy telling magazines how mean and cruel Angelina is/was. Seriously, why is that on so many magazine covers now?? Didn't this all happen years ago?
Maybe I need to sit down with a US Weekly and stop reading magazines only by their covers.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Surrounded by Accomplished Writers... and Snow
Yesterday I found out that my high school friend wrote a review for the NY Times Book review, and today, I read that one of the most emailed articles "100 Notable Books of 2008" featured one of my most favorite professors from Skidmore for his collection of short stories, Dangerous Laughter. Knowing these two writers quite well, though I doubt I will ever reach their level of skill or exposure, is inspiring me to write more and more often. Don't see this as the start of that effort. I will most likely be writing outside of blogger world.
On the second subject, snow, I have little to say except that I need to relearn how to walk on it. I had some trouble today, and a slowed commute, as I walked up Damen and came close to falling probably 5 times. I didn't fall, but I know I will sometime soon. I have a serious fear of falling after last winter's great spills: New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day, I'm sure there were others, on non-holidays, too. The former sous chef at Chez gave me some tips though. Don't walk with your hands in your pocket and then you will catch your fall with your hands instead of your chin. Mindblowing. So true though.
I also had trouble this morning deciding which shoes to wear. Thank God, I have a second roommate now who has to wake up when I wake up because she's sleeping in my room to help me with such tough wardrobe decisions. I told her I didn't want to wear my heavy duty snow boots, the "duck boot" ones, because I will look like a weak Californian and not a seasoned upstate New Yorker. This same thought made me resist the down jacket until it dropped to 20 degrees. If we get more snow tonight, however, I am doing it. I don't care what people think. I'd probably be more embarassed by bandages or a lack of teeth than I would be by over cautious footwear choices. Also, I love my Fryes and didn't want to switch over just yet, but in the name of traction and in recognition of my klutziness, or whatever it is, I may tomorrow.
On the second subject, snow, I have little to say except that I need to relearn how to walk on it. I had some trouble today, and a slowed commute, as I walked up Damen and came close to falling probably 5 times. I didn't fall, but I know I will sometime soon. I have a serious fear of falling after last winter's great spills: New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day, I'm sure there were others, on non-holidays, too. The former sous chef at Chez gave me some tips though. Don't walk with your hands in your pocket and then you will catch your fall with your hands instead of your chin. Mindblowing. So true though.
I also had trouble this morning deciding which shoes to wear. Thank God, I have a second roommate now who has to wake up when I wake up because she's sleeping in my room to help me with such tough wardrobe decisions. I told her I didn't want to wear my heavy duty snow boots, the "duck boot" ones, because I will look like a weak Californian and not a seasoned upstate New Yorker. This same thought made me resist the down jacket until it dropped to 20 degrees. If we get more snow tonight, however, I am doing it. I don't care what people think. I'd probably be more embarassed by bandages or a lack of teeth than I would be by over cautious footwear choices. Also, I love my Fryes and didn't want to switch over just yet, but in the name of traction and in recognition of my klutziness, or whatever it is, I may tomorrow.
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