Friday, May 31, 2013

The Book of Mormon

The title alone is probably going to get me some outrageous spam, though more outrageous than I already get is impossible to imagine.

Has anyone seen this show?  What the heck is it about?  Is it funny?  I keep hearing about it nonstop, and by hearing, I mean getting inundated with offers and deals for tickets from Ticketmaster and the like.

I am a show snob.   I only want to pay money to see funny and entertaining shows and only musicals.  No plays, please, and no super deep drama.  I say that and think, I loved Les Mis and Miss Saigon and they are super drama.

So tell me!  Is this the show of all shows?  Is it worth it?  Catchy music and lyrics?

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Monday, May 27, 2013

The Wedding

So, after much hinting about pictures of the wedding, here they are!  I didn't get good pictures of the  bride and groom together, which is a shame because they are a nice looking couple.

The ceremony took place in a gazebo at a yacht club, with the water in the background.  It was really pretty but sadly, made pictures look like this, so I gave up on that part.

The yacht club was really pretty and the scenery was spectacular.
This is the club itself.  There are a few rooms there to stay in, so some of the guests stayed there.  I was glad we stayed where we stayed even if the view wasn't as gorgeous as this one.

I always laugh when I see classy yacht clubs...

...with all of their "yachts" in the parking lot instead of the water!  Boatyards and yacht clubs are always in such chaotic disarray and yet it's supposed to be a place of super high class.


The gazebo was neat because they had drop down sides for the wind, which we needed at night.  The ceiling has all of these neat plates on it and we were trying to decide if they were former commodores or just members who paid for them or what.  We didn't find out.

The ceremony was in that gazebo and the cocktail hour happened on the deck, as did most of the mingling before, during and after the wedding.  I was in love with these rocking chairs and would have spent the entire evening in one if I could have.

The inside of the club was really pretty.  We ate dinner in this dining room and I spent the evening wishing I could sit in that lovely parlor because I was breaking the balls of my feet in my shoes.  No one went in there, so I didn't go, but it was so plush and warm, I just drooled thinking about taking off my shoes and sitting down.

This looks like a ballroom/dance floor but for this event, it was left empty like this.  It's pretty much what you walked through to get everywhere.  I think if this was a huge event, they would use this part too.

K-ster's brother, the groom, made this little lobster trap as the thing to put cards in at the wedding.  There were a lot of nautical things in this wedding, like the red and blue stripes on the cake and cupcakes.

This is the only picture of people that I took successfully at this wedding.  It's k-ster and his brother.
I got a real kick out of this sign.
I saw lots of people breaking this rule by the end.  I wanted to bare my feet because I was wearing these ball breakers, but I kept them on and then just about crawled to my car at the end.
I was going to wear this dress and brought it, but at the last minute, I threw in a new dress that I bought at Old Navy.  I went with the Old Navy one for several reasons and I'm glad I did.  It's too early in the summer to wear beige and I would have just been invisible.  Plus, I managed to sort of look like I belonged with this wedding because there was a lot of red and in the pictures, this coral looks kind of red!
I had to take this with the self timer in the hotel and not one angle that I tried made me happy, but you get the idea.

K-ster and I both don't really love this picture, but since there is a running joke in his family that we do nothing together, I thought I should put this in as proof that we were indeed at this wedding at the same time.

And, while I was doing a terrible job taking pictures of people, k-ster whipped out his phone at just the right moment and took this one.  And it's not enhanced at all.

The sunset was just ridiculous that night and it lasted until almost 10pm.

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Sunday, May 26, 2013

A World Underground

As I've said before, I'm suspicious of growing root vegetables because I just don't understand what goes on down there, where I can't see things!  I never know when to pick them, when it's been too long, etc.

Potatoes mystify me the most.  You throw in an old potato and that produces new potatoes.  But then when I pull them up, I'm never sure if the big one is the original old one or if it's a new one.  So I tend to just use the smaller ones that I know are new.

This year, I have yet another "crop" of potatoes coming up from the one potato I threw in a few years ago.  The plants are really taking up some prime real estate in the greenhouse, so I thought I'd break another rule of gardening and try to move the potato plants right now.

Lo and behold, this is what rained down when I pulled out the plant!

I roasted them last night and they were lovely!

I moved two of the plants outside to see what will happen and they aren't dead yet!  We had serious rain and cold right after I moved them, so that might actually have helped them get situated.

Another root vegetable that I'm never sure about is carrots.  I've been growing the free packets of carrots that come with my Kerrit's riding pants and they are always so strangely shaped.  I can't decide if it's my soil or the seeds themselves that have some defect.  I grew a few over the winter and I've been planting others as the spring has gone on.

I've learned that if you brush the soil away from the top, you can see how big the top is to get an idea of what the rest of the carrot might be doing.  I also thought that the amount of greenery at the top might give an idea of what is happening.  So, the other day, I was checking around my carrots and felt something enormous and I just had to pull it up.

Not kidding!  It was so big I couldn't wrap my  hand around it.  One of the "legs" had started to rot but the rest were fine.

Then I decided I better check them all.  Some had fairly good sized tops so I picked them, but then they were really small.

The horses loved the greens and I ate the carrots, so everyone was happy.

I'll figure out these carrots one of these days, just like I figured out the beets.  Sort of.

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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The One Where I Levitated

I am suffering from severe ADD this week.  I'm supposed to be posting about the wedding and then I've started talking about the new horses at the barn and now I'm going to go right off track and tell the most inappropriate story I've ever told on this blog.

I guess it is related to the wedding, actually, so maybe I'm not so far off the map.

On Friday, k-ster and I drove north to his brother's wedding.  Yes, the brother who so eloquently complimented my sewing skills.  They live just far enough away that it wouldn't have been a good idea to drive back and forth each day.  K-ster was the best man so he had to be there for the rehearsal on Friday and the wedding on Saturday.  It would have made for 2 very late nights.

I was concerned about Boston traffic but the bride assured me that since we were headed through and around the city while everyone would be headed out, there would be no traffic issues to worry about.  K-ster was sure we'd hit rush hour traffic but I was sure we wouldn't, thanks to the bride's wisdom filled words, so I didn't take any time off of school and we left just before 3.  The rehearsal was at 6pm, so 3 hours should have gotten us there with enough time to go to the hotel first and then to the yacht club.

We cruised up toward Boston and just before the split where traffic usually becomes an issue, I thought I should tell him to stop so I could go to the bathroom.  But, I didn't have to go that badly and the bride had said there wouldn't be much traffic to speak of, so I didn't say anything.  I just made sure not to have any more water.

And then we came to serious traffic.  And heard on the radio that there was a major accident on some other route that was so bad it was screwing up everything.  But I didn't think that meant it would touch us because we were east of it and going north.

We saw a sign that said 17 minutes to go 8 miles, which I didn't think was too bad.  But that sign must have been for some other Boston, because it felt like it took much longer than 17 minutes.  And I started to need the bathroom more, but figured once we got through the 17 minutes for 8 miles, we'd be sailing through the city and then I'd say something.

Except we didn't sail.  We went off the exit toward the airport and came to the tunnel and STOPPED.  DEAD.

I started to worry that I might REALLY have to go before we got through that traffic, so I kind of mumbled that after we get through the city, I need to go.

K-ster said there are country roads after the tunnel, so he'd find somewhere.

And we crawled.

Stop. Crawl. Listen to the semi behind and the semi in front rev their engine every.single.time we move.  Crawl. Stop. Listen to the rev. Crawl.  Stop.  Watch the traffic in the other lane move along faster.

Fantasize about getting out and squatting right behind the railing on the side of the tunnel.

Imagine that on the other side of the doors that say NO EXIT there are rows and rows of clean toilets just asking to be used.

Think maybe I can go out the driver's side and just go before we move again.

Hope that around that next corner I will see daylight and we'll be out.

Listen to the rev.  Crawl.  Crawl faster.  STOP.  Sit there.

Worry that I actually might explode.  Like really.  I might just wet my pants.

Imagine what it would be like to arrive at a yacht club stinking like pee.  Figure it's better than smelling like throwup which is what might happen if I don't go soon.

Wonder if my leather seats will actually smell if I pee right on them.

Look at the GPS and see that we are under water, which I knew, but that we have to go under ALL THAT WATER before we get out.  And we had barely crawled 10 feet.

I started to really think I was going to wet myself.  K-ster was really quiet.  It was like a tomb.  Except for those effing semi trucks.  Every time they revved I had to go that much more!

And then people started blowing their horns, like that might help.

And then k-ster pointed to his empty coffee cup.  I had already had that fantasy.  But it was daylight and I had a skirt on and there was luggage all over the back seat.

And I looked at the GPS and we had gone 2 feet.  I told myself if we weren't out in 10 minutes, I'd just do it.

2 minutes went by.

And I was so desperate, I climbed over the armrest and into the back.  I didn't know that I could stand  in the back of a Jeep Liberty and throw suitcases in the way back AND put the seat back upright.

So I grabbed the coffee cup, completely disgusted that I was going to do this and told k-ster not to say a single word and don't dare look back.

And then I realized my skirt was tight, so it wasn't going to work.  All that effort and I wasn't even going to be able to go!

I pushed my seat forward because I pictured a spacious space on the floor but it only went so far forward.  I actually almost cried.  If all of my body fluid hadn't been threatening to burst through my bladder at that moment, I probably could have.

So, I did the only thing one could do in this situation.

I took off my skirt and did a squatting/kneeling/levitating move on the seat that I never imagined I would ever have to do.  And then I couldn't go.  My brain was like "ummm, you are in a moving vehicle, in broad daylight without a skirt on.  Someone could see you." and I was like "umm, we're in a tunnel and the windows are kind of dark, now GO!"

But then I realized I had to go so badly, I might actually fill that cup.  And then what would I do?  What if I filled it too far and it went all over my seat?????  Then we'd be right where we would have been if I'd just gone in my own seat in the first place.

So, I did the second impossible thing of the day.  I stopped partway and then said "well, now what do I do?  I have 3/4 of a cup of pee in my hand and I'm not done.  WHAT DO I DO?????"

So k-ster told me to pour it out the window.

And since I had lost all sense of reason the moment I decided to climb back there, I opened the window, sitting in my underwear, casually looked to make sure a cop wasn't behind me and I poured out my pee like it was a cold cup of coffee. 

I rolled up the window, reassumed the position, finished the job, opened my window, checked for cops and poured out another cup of hot pee.

And then I sat there.

What do you do with a cup that has just been used as a bathroom?  I'm no litterbug.  So, I got the hand sanitizer, wiped around it hoping there was no smell, put the cover on it and put it in the cupholder.

And sat there for a second enjoying the fact that I had no bottoms on. And no seatbelt!

We still hadn't gone more than maybe 100 yards.

I eventually put my skirt back on before we left the tunnel and climbed back in the front.  Much harder to do than climbing in the back, by the way.

I do believe we were in that tunnel for close to an hour.

And those country roads?  All fields of oil tanks for fuel storage with nary a gas station or drive through in sight. I don't know where k-ster thought he would have pulled over and there was no way I would have gotten away with doing that trick out there in the blazing sun.

And the cup?  I handed it to the bride and told her "no, we didn't hit traffic at all.  Totally smooth sailing for a Friday afternoon".

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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Lovely Rita, Meter Maid

Ta-da!!!  This is Rita, the youngest member of the barn and the youngest horse I've ever seen.  She's a year old and still small.

She has one blue eye and one that's brown with a little blue.  She isn't blind in the blue one.  I always thought blue eyes were blind because I once met a horse that had a blue eye that was blind.

She's cute and very easy to move around.  She hasn't learned to misbehave yet.

I think we both wear the same size shoe!

She can't be ridden yet but she can be groomed and walked around.  She's really fuzzy right now and a million different colors.  She has no idea what she's doing and everything is new and exciting for her.  Her paddock mate right now is a small pony named Peanut who I will show you later when I tell you about the high speed chase he led her on around the farm last week!

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Wedding Quilt #2

Hmm, does this look familiar?

I made this for the wedding this weekend.  I knew I had made one that had similar colors in the summer, I just didn't realize how close it is!!  I like the fatter blue edge on this one.

The very classy groom texted k-ster and said this about the quilt "this in one effin sweet quilt sparkling made!"   Some people have such a way with words.

I need to make this a few more times to satisfy myself and be done with this pattern.  My new plan is to do something in dark colors with the knots (the blue and yellow here) in really light colors or white.  That means the white and flowered here would be something dark.  Intriguing but kind of risky because dark colors run....

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Thursday, May 16, 2013

Hanging In, Hanging Out, Just Keep Hanging

I can't even tell you what I've been so busy doing this week, but busy I've been and I've left you all swinging in the breeze.

I bet you thought I'd really gone off to pursue this newfound passion of mine.  Don't think I'm not considering it.  Particularly after last Friday's C period class.  It's just mind boggling how one class can be so outrageous and the other 4 are angelic.  On a daily basis.  Spending time with toilets all day could be no worse than spending time in C period every morning in  my classroom.

It would probably be more rewarding, actually.

But seriously, this week has raced by and we're going to a wedding this weekend and I am so not prepared.  The wedding is for k-ster's brother and it's just far enough out of town to require a 2 night hotel stay.  Since we are driving and I'm not in the wedding, I've been really blase about getting ready.  Until tonight, when I realized I had a few more things to do before I even thought about what I was taking and oh, um, yeah I forgot to sew my Handmade by Sparkling tag onto the back of the quilt and oh, it would be nice to have a clean sink when I return instead of dirty dishes and on went the list.

I usually make a short list when I am going anywhere and this time I'm all out of sorts.  And we're leaving right when I get out of school so it's not like I have all the time in the world to get things together.

I think I'm wearing this to the wedding.  I did find a great dress at Old Navy that I am in love with, so I might wear that instead, depending on my mood.  Shoes are a major issue.

And I need clothes for moments that are not related to the wedding.

I can't seem to wrap  my head around this.

Maybe it's time to step away from the blog and actually go pack? 

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Sunday, May 12, 2013

I Think I've Found My Calling

I think it's time I give up the teaching racket and become a Restroom Redesign Engineer.  I am a self proclaimed expert in the field, but I know plenty of people who will back me up and guarantee that I know what I'm talking about when it comes to toilets.

I've squatted, I've sat, I've used potties no one else deemed worthy, but when you gotta go, you gotta go.  Just don't touch anything and you'll be fine!

This revelation about my new title came about because of an unfortunate bathroom experience I had numerous times yesterday.  I was doing an expo, a women's technology expo no less, and the nearest bathroom only had this option.

I didn't have to keep my foot like this, but I thought I'd use it to illustrate the mishap that had clearly happened when they put in the partitions.  There is literally a space the width of my foot between the wall and the toilet.

But on the other side, there is about 2 feet of space.

And you know exactly what happened when they installed it.  Someone said "Hey Joe, this doesn't quite fit right, does it?"

And Joe said "Who cares, it's close enough."

But what Joe didn't realize is that whether we sit (the horrors!) or squat over this toilet, there is no way not to bang your elbow and God knows what else on that wall.  I'm a pretty small person, but I imagine a larger woman would have some serious issues actually fitting over that toilet if used the conventional way.

Using a public bathroom is an annoyance for most, but using one that isn't comfortable is just wrong.

She could, of course, always use it sideways, with her back to that wall, absolutely not the way it was intended, but at least she'd fit.  And those of us waiting outside the stall would be left to marvel at the position of her feet under the partition until it was our turn to use it and we realized her brilliance.

So again, I clearly could have been of help to these boys as they installed the partitions and demonstrated exactly why close enough won't cut it this time.

Would you hire me?

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Friday, May 10, 2013

Charge the Batteries

Can someone plug in the cat?  I think her battery is low.

Oh wait, never mind.  Looks like she's charged and ready to go.

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Thursday, May 9, 2013

Teaching Aliens French

K-ster got a little nervous when he saw a book I had sold on, ready for shipping.

Well, I suppose it wasn't the book as much as the place I was sending it to:

He thought it was a little suspicious that I was sending something to a Mr. Happy in Roswell, NM.

Did you just hear the X-Files theme?  I swear I did!

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Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Marching to the Beet

I grew these beets over the winter and today, they demanded to be picked.

How do I know they demanded to be picked?  Because this one was already poking the brown part out and then today I noticed the red part was on the surface too!

It's interesting that I can't grow long, straight carrots, but my beets are always long instead of round.

Beet salad for lunch tomorrow :)

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Sunday, May 5, 2013

No More Washing

Remember when they said you had to wash your raw chicken before using it?  I was sooooooo good about doing that.  So good that when I saw my mother not wash her raw chicken I lost my mind.

I would wash it, then it would be a slippery mess, then there'd be water everywhere and so on. I don't buy paper towels, so I never did the blotting thing, but that never made any sense to me.  I always envisioned little bits of paper towels stuck to the chicken.  But I did it because of all those salmonellas running around, uncaged, raising mayhem on the counters...

And then one day, I thought about it.  We all know we can't eat raw chicken, right?  Never eat it if it's pink, they say.  And who would want to?  It's so unappealing.

Ok, well most of the time it is.

So I decided one day that I was done washing chicken.  It had to be the dumbest use of my time.  I always cook it to death anyway, so what is a rinse going to do except make a huge mess?  My mother doesn't wash it and none of us have died.  We don't wash any other meats before using them.

It was so freeing, not having to wash the chicken anymore.

Now, washing my hands?  Of course.  Multiple times.  Or sometimes, I just wear gloves.

I also stopped worry about the separate cutting board.  Yes, if I am going to cut raw chicken and then make a salad, I use a different board, different knife, different kitchen if I can.  But once I put the board through the dishwasher, I have no issue using it on something like fruits.  It's as clean as it's going to get.

Also very freeing.  I know people who will not use a certain board for vegetables because it's the meat one.  I also ask if they wash the meat one, what difference does it make?

So today, in the newspaper, someone from the cooperative extension said the new regulations say no more washing of the chicken.  And their reason?  It makes so much mess that it contaminates the counters and sinks!  DUH.

So glad I won't even feel the least bit guilty that I'm not doing this anymore.

And I'm worried that the person who took this might not have washed his/her hands before using the camera and now the camera is contaminated....

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Friday, May 3, 2013

Rapunzel, Rapunzel

Today I'm here to confess that it has been over a year since I cut my hair. I know, it's enough to make some of my readers pass out in horror.

I am not a hair whore and don't do much to it.  I wash it, I sometimes dry it, I try not to be mean to it.  And most days, it just looks ho-hum.  I don't use products to do stuff to it because I have that hair that just looks greasy instead of great when I put stuff in it.  I don't use conditioner very much because my hair doesn't really need it.

I refuse to color it and the whites are overtaking the browns and blonds, so pretty soon, I won't even need to highlight because I will be one walking highlight.

I usually wash it every other day, after learning that I can wash my bangs every day but leave the rest alone.  It looks better that way.

Last February, yes over one year ago, I cut it and gave my ponytail to Pantene for their wig making project.  You can send less than with the Locks for Love program, so I chose that.

I liked my haircut a lot.  Shorter hair really suits me, I think.  It looks springier, I look healthier and happier, and I should really just keep it short.  My rule is that I have to be able to put it in a ponytail, however small, when I work out.  I cannot have my hair fall toward my face at all when I am hot and sweaty.

But, there's always a piece of me that says maybe this time, I can grow it long enough that it will look smashing and it won't fall in my face and it won't bother me.  This time, maybe it'll be so pretty, people stop me on the street. 

Thus the 14+ months since my last cut.

In February, it looked like this:

I had sort of had it and decided to call the woman who had cut my hair at the cutathon.  She never did follow through with that lia sophia party, so I should have seen the writing on the wall.  I liked the way it was cut, though, and my former hair dresser moved and didn't tell me, so I thought I'd go with the new one.

It took me a while to find her because she was doing that cutathon at someone else's salon.  I did some sleuthing and found her and she was appalled that I thought I could call and get an appointment that very week.  The first thing she had was April.

I wasn't sure I could survive 2 months but I did.  And then she rescheduled.  And then I rescheduled.  And then she rescheduled.

And I showed up at 5pm on Wednesday, ready to go.  I had been debating all day.  Would I just cut one inch and wait until the end of summer to cut it?  It is at a point where it almost doesn't fall in my face when I'm just standing.  Maybe I can deal with letting it grow a liiiiiiiitle longer.

I walked in, ready to have it cut.  I decided it was time to just get rid of the length and have a springy spring.  I had left my hair down all day to see what would happen and by 1pm I almost had the scissors in hand because it's just not for me.

In walked the hairdresser and she said "Are you here to get your hair cut?"


"Ummm, yes....".

"Oh, I gave away your appointment."

It seems that I never called her back to confirm.  Except she didn't say to, she said your new appointment is May 1 at 5.  And that was all.  So I stood there, incredulous and she kept saying she had no time, back to back colors, etc.

I said forget it and she was like oh let me see, I can squeeze you in tomorrow.

Nope.  It's fascinating that she could not squeeze me in at any time during February vacation like I asked, or before May 1, but when I was about to walk out the door, she could squeeze me in tomorrow.

So I walked out.  As I walked out the door, I noticed the $63 price for a cut and blowdry, I wasn't too sad.  $63????  For a pretty much straight cut?  I can't believe she let me walk out.  It must be nice to be so secure in your business that not only you put off a new customer for 3 months, but you let her just walk out when she was dumb enough to book without even asking the price!

And now I'm back to square 1.

I know, I'm supposed to ask people whose hair I love where they get theirs done.  And this is the problem.  I don't see too many styles I like.  And when I see a hairdresser whose ends are frighteningly fried or whose hair is just ridiculous, I want to run and hide.

I guess I'm just picky.

I'll be Crystal Gayle before I know it.

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Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Idle Hands And My Idle Mind

Remember these?

You probably made them where you were a kid.  You pick a color and the person opens and closes it in time to reciting the letters.  Then you open it and pick something that's inside.  Then you lift the flap under what you chose and it says something like "you'll marry the next boy you see" or "you smell like a butt".

Lots of fun.

I remember an older girl making me one once and I thought she was  magical that she could make such a thing.  And I learned how to make them and then totally forgot.   I didn't find much use for them in high school and beyond.

What a great thing to use in the classroom though, right?  I was desperate the other day for something to do and was searching through some newsletter and saw how someone used it in the French classroom and I was excited to try it.  I made a template that everyone had to cut out and fold according to the directions on the board, in French.  That alone was a great lesson.

Then I took a bunch of irregular verbs, pronouns and some other random words and wrote them inside.  Outside, it says the colors in French.  Someone picks a color and the person spells it in French, opening and closing.  Then they select a pronoun and lift the flap to see which part of the verb and random word they  have to use it with and then they correctly write a sentence.

They really liked it.  It's amazing how I can take something fun from summer camp and make it boring by doing a lesson with it.  But they liked it. 

My favorite part was yesterday, in  my amazing class.  I have 9 kids in a class that is almost like an honors class because of the kind of kids that are in it.  I look forward to this class more than any I ever have had in my life because they just  "get it" and will do anything with  me.

They were my guinea pigs.  They were so excited to read the directions and figure it out.  Then, one of my most shining stars said:

"Great, so now what, do we just play with ourselves or what?"

I fell down laughing.  No one else laughed.  That made me laugh harder, on the inside of course.  Everyone kind of smiled but they are all of the caliber that they were trying to figure out how to use it academically and didn't realize what she said.

Truly, my mind remains in the middle school gutter.  The middle school of my times.  These days, kids don't seem to have their heads in the gutter until high school.

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