I have long had a weakness for ABBA. It is cheesy stuff. Pop-y stuff. It lends no real value to the intellectual bettering of my life. It lends nothing, in fact, aside from making me happy. Very happy, guys. I put on ABBA and I smile. It had been a while since I had listened to ABBA, aside from catching it on the radio or tv, or whatever. Then I was slightly turned off when I read that Dancing Queen is in John McCain's top 10 songs, according to Blender Magazine. (An aside here: I wanted to search to verify this information, but I could not, for the life of me, remember John McCain's name, for a good thirty seconds. How quickly I forget.)
Then, something happened. My dear Mother-in-Law bought me the Mamma Mia dvd for Christmas. I am somewhat reluctant to admit this next fact, but aren't blogs, afterall, a place to divulge our most intimate information for all the world to see? I have watched that movie, since Christmas day, at least 7 times. Which I think is a lot for a busy woman. And it's really only been 2 months or so. Sometimes, I will replay it immediately after it finishes. I like to put it on while I sew.
A younger me would be very embarassed by this, I think. But the current me embraces it as a part of who I am. ABBA makes me happy. Their songs are corny, fluffy, and stupid. But there's just something about it all. It pleases me. Their songs are fun to sing to, and silly to listen to.
I need some fluff and some smiles. And ABBA is doing it for me right now. And I'm not afraid to admit it.
Judge away.
(I plan to write a few more posts about music in the coming days/weeks, and hopefully I will at least slightly redeem myself. I'm taking a trip in the way back machine and discovering some old favorites.)
2.20.2009
The Simple Life.
I'm sure I've written about this numerous times, but I just can't get it out of my head.
Maybe it's just a phase. But it isn't one of those 10 minute phases.
Maybe it is a result of recoiling from the whole growing up thing. Where we have to pay a mortgage and worry about gas bills, and forego nights out on the town for staying in with a six-pack.
Maybe it's reading blogs about women who stay home with their children to watch them grow, and who grow their own vegetables and knit their own socks. Because isn't the grass always greener?
Maybe it's a function of seeing the daily news reports of recessions and depressions, and failing banks, and homeowners in crisis.
I remember, back in school, reading about the problems my generation would have with keeping up with my parents' generation. Whatever it was I was reading, or listening to, made the point that for generations and generations, the following generation made out better than the previous. Parents raised children who got more education, made more money, had more things, bigger houses, fancier cars, better savings. Whatever. And now, as my generation comes of age, the tables have turned. I will not, in many respects, have the things my parents had. Of course they had their own struggles. But they still managed to own a home, and cars, and my mother could stay home with us for 8 years. I'm not sure this is even a remote possibility for me. Not with out major cut backs, or a huge pay increase for my husband, or a windfall.
We're being knocked down a peg. We will not have everything we want. We might not even get everything we need. In an effort to preserve sanity and conserve energy and resources, simplicity is calling me. Maybe it's some sort of evolutionary mechanism. Or instinctual. I want to go somewhere quiet, where people aren't competing for the biggest house or fanciest car or whatever. I don't want to see a million people every day. I don't want to feel crazy every day because I feel like there is so much I should be doing, seeing. I want to live somewhere where it's ok to stay home all weekend because there is no other choice. I want to live somewhere where we can afford to be simple, and to stay at home.
I think, what it maybe comes down to, is that I'm tired of wanting, and tired of feeling like I need more. Tired of competing. Tired of climbing. I want a smaller house, a cheaper car, fewer televisions.
Maybe I'm crazy. But, until I am diagnosed as such, I am going to strive for less. Strive to be more giving, more resourceful. Less greedy. Less inclined to instant gratification.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Maybe it's just a phase. But it isn't one of those 10 minute phases.
Maybe it is a result of recoiling from the whole growing up thing. Where we have to pay a mortgage and worry about gas bills, and forego nights out on the town for staying in with a six-pack.
Maybe it's reading blogs about women who stay home with their children to watch them grow, and who grow their own vegetables and knit their own socks. Because isn't the grass always greener?
Maybe it's a function of seeing the daily news reports of recessions and depressions, and failing banks, and homeowners in crisis.
I remember, back in school, reading about the problems my generation would have with keeping up with my parents' generation. Whatever it was I was reading, or listening to, made the point that for generations and generations, the following generation made out better than the previous. Parents raised children who got more education, made more money, had more things, bigger houses, fancier cars, better savings. Whatever. And now, as my generation comes of age, the tables have turned. I will not, in many respects, have the things my parents had. Of course they had their own struggles. But they still managed to own a home, and cars, and my mother could stay home with us for 8 years. I'm not sure this is even a remote possibility for me. Not with out major cut backs, or a huge pay increase for my husband, or a windfall.
We're being knocked down a peg. We will not have everything we want. We might not even get everything we need. In an effort to preserve sanity and conserve energy and resources, simplicity is calling me. Maybe it's some sort of evolutionary mechanism. Or instinctual. I want to go somewhere quiet, where people aren't competing for the biggest house or fanciest car or whatever. I don't want to see a million people every day. I don't want to feel crazy every day because I feel like there is so much I should be doing, seeing. I want to live somewhere where it's ok to stay home all weekend because there is no other choice. I want to live somewhere where we can afford to be simple, and to stay at home.
I think, what it maybe comes down to, is that I'm tired of wanting, and tired of feeling like I need more. Tired of competing. Tired of climbing. I want a smaller house, a cheaper car, fewer televisions.
Maybe I'm crazy. But, until I am diagnosed as such, I am going to strive for less. Strive to be more giving, more resourceful. Less greedy. Less inclined to instant gratification.
I'll let you know how it goes.
2.19.2009
My Stupid Mouth.
Sorry for the absense. I've been busy, lazy, thinking about other things, doing other things. I really do apologize. But whatever I'd had to say would have been boring anyway.
So. The news of the day is that I'm having a TMJ flare up. It's the news of the week, really. I was diagnosed maybe almost 2 years ago now. My dentist said the treatment was to use warm heat, eat soft foods, and take advil. He said the cure was to see a psychologist and get a job I loved.
Well.
I have had it pretty much under control ever since then, aside from minor flare ups brought on by eating a chewy dinner roll, or having a sub (or hoagie, or whatever you like to call it). Or eating too much hard meat (that's what she said). By hard I mean chewy, like steak, porkchops, overcooked chicken breasts. Basically, anything that requires more chewing than a noodle.
That's an exaggeration, the noodle thing, but I do have to be careful about eating too many things that are hard to chew in a short time span. One sourdough roll will give me a headache for a day. Having pizza, then a roll, then a sandwich on anything other than soft bread, then some steak, in a short time frame, let's say 4-7 days, leads to an extended bout of this nonsense. Throw in some building stress and a natural predisposition to clenching my jaw and I'm out of luck.
I've really done myself in this time. What can I say. Sometimes that Italian sub is just too good to pass up. So, starting today, I'm on to soft foods, hot compresses, and regular dosing of advil. The headaches that this crap brings on, while no wher enear debilitating, piss me the hell off. They get in the way of everything just enough that I'm not functioning normally.
Here's hoping that the soft foods diet leads to some weight loss.
So. The news of the day is that I'm having a TMJ flare up. It's the news of the week, really. I was diagnosed maybe almost 2 years ago now. My dentist said the treatment was to use warm heat, eat soft foods, and take advil. He said the cure was to see a psychologist and get a job I loved.
Well.
I have had it pretty much under control ever since then, aside from minor flare ups brought on by eating a chewy dinner roll, or having a sub (or hoagie, or whatever you like to call it). Or eating too much hard meat (that's what she said). By hard I mean chewy, like steak, porkchops, overcooked chicken breasts. Basically, anything that requires more chewing than a noodle.
That's an exaggeration, the noodle thing, but I do have to be careful about eating too many things that are hard to chew in a short time span. One sourdough roll will give me a headache for a day. Having pizza, then a roll, then a sandwich on anything other than soft bread, then some steak, in a short time frame, let's say 4-7 days, leads to an extended bout of this nonsense. Throw in some building stress and a natural predisposition to clenching my jaw and I'm out of luck.
I've really done myself in this time. What can I say. Sometimes that Italian sub is just too good to pass up. So, starting today, I'm on to soft foods, hot compresses, and regular dosing of advil. The headaches that this crap brings on, while no wher enear debilitating, piss me the hell off. They get in the way of everything just enough that I'm not functioning normally.
Here's hoping that the soft foods diet leads to some weight loss.
2.10.2009
Happiness is...
Seeing that your husband cleaned the kitchen for no real reason, and without being asked on a Monday night.
2.09.2009
I want to go to Hawaii
For some reason, Hawaii just popped into my head. I have visions of warm, sweet breezes, the sounds of the ocean outside of my open windows, maybe some thunder in the distance, and lush green and color surrounding me.
I've never been to Hawaii. Honestly, I don't imagine that I'll ever actually get there. I'm really feeling like running away right now. Most of you have an idea of why, and while I know it will all get better, it's just creating this low level anxiety that is like a constant annoying hum that won't go away.
I want to sit in my sewing room in my house in Hawaii with the doors and windows flung wide open and make beautiful things. See beautiful, smell beautiful, feel beautiful, taste beautiful.
I want to wear my flip flops all day, every day. That, people, would be a little slice of heaven for me.
I'm sure there is a certain amount of approaching-mid-February-in-Maryland angst going on here. Especially after 3 beautifully sunny and temperate days in a row. It was lovely to go to bed in a warm house with the spring time smell wafting in through the few open windows. The not quite being warm enough all day and night, and grey skies, and dirty cars are getting to me. It's not uncommon for me, and any native Marylander, and non-native for that matter, can relate to how I feel. It hasn't even been that cold for that long, we haven't even gotten one good snow storm but we're ready for spring. That's where I am. But with added intensity this time around.
I'm feeling trapped. I'm feeling pent up. I'm feeling like I want to scream loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.
Really, I'm happy. I'm satisfied. I love my life, my house, my husband, my friends, my cats. I'm more fortunate than many of my fellow Americans right now. I don't want to complain, really I don't.
It's just that I'm feeling particularly blah, and I can't quite shake it. I can fend it off. I even went a whole weekend without crying. I can distract myself. But I feel it building today. I think that if I could open up the windows in my house for more than 8 hours, and I could throw off the hot blankets, and if I needed my sunglasses more days than I didn't, I'd feel better.
At least it would be something until all this other stuff passes....
I've never been to Hawaii. Honestly, I don't imagine that I'll ever actually get there. I'm really feeling like running away right now. Most of you have an idea of why, and while I know it will all get better, it's just creating this low level anxiety that is like a constant annoying hum that won't go away.
I want to sit in my sewing room in my house in Hawaii with the doors and windows flung wide open and make beautiful things. See beautiful, smell beautiful, feel beautiful, taste beautiful.
I want to wear my flip flops all day, every day. That, people, would be a little slice of heaven for me.
I'm sure there is a certain amount of approaching-mid-February-in-Maryland angst going on here. Especially after 3 beautifully sunny and temperate days in a row. It was lovely to go to bed in a warm house with the spring time smell wafting in through the few open windows. The not quite being warm enough all day and night, and grey skies, and dirty cars are getting to me. It's not uncommon for me, and any native Marylander, and non-native for that matter, can relate to how I feel. It hasn't even been that cold for that long, we haven't even gotten one good snow storm but we're ready for spring. That's where I am. But with added intensity this time around.
I'm feeling trapped. I'm feeling pent up. I'm feeling like I want to scream loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.
Really, I'm happy. I'm satisfied. I love my life, my house, my husband, my friends, my cats. I'm more fortunate than many of my fellow Americans right now. I don't want to complain, really I don't.
It's just that I'm feeling particularly blah, and I can't quite shake it. I can fend it off. I even went a whole weekend without crying. I can distract myself. But I feel it building today. I think that if I could open up the windows in my house for more than 8 hours, and I could throw off the hot blankets, and if I needed my sunglasses more days than I didn't, I'd feel better.
At least it would be something until all this other stuff passes....
1.28.2009
Thought I'd babble some.
Honestly, I don't have anything exciting or particularly clever to say here. Things are taking off over on StitchWorks though. The sewing room is almost all together, which is exciting, and it's a wonderful space to have. The only real drawback is that it is in the hottest room in the house, and I keep the door closed so the cats won't get into everything. I don't like to be cold, but I also hate being hot. So, I might have to crack the window or take frequent breaks.
The cats are annoying me to no end. I think they problem is that they (but mostly Spike) don't like their new food. I foolishly started them on some rather expensive food, and I think I've just sent them down the entirely wrong path. At 5 months they are already picky eaters. Last week, to save 10 bucks, I bought the cheaper food. They will barely touch it. And they are following me around crying at me, and climbing me and being generally REALLY annoying. This morning, I heard Spike crunching, and I thought maybe he had given up. But no, he had not. As I got closer, I realized that the two little buggers have been picking the old food out and eating it, but leaving the other (I had mixed the two together thinking that might ease the transition. It has not). So, this evening I am off to the store to show the kittens who is boss. Which, apparently, is the two of them.
In one other bit of news, classes started this week, and I'm a bit intimidated, but mostly excited to be formally learning again. And I got 100% on my first quiz. Even if it is for a craptastically easy library use class.
The cats are annoying me to no end. I think they problem is that they (but mostly Spike) don't like their new food. I foolishly started them on some rather expensive food, and I think I've just sent them down the entirely wrong path. At 5 months they are already picky eaters. Last week, to save 10 bucks, I bought the cheaper food. They will barely touch it. And they are following me around crying at me, and climbing me and being generally REALLY annoying. This morning, I heard Spike crunching, and I thought maybe he had given up. But no, he had not. As I got closer, I realized that the two little buggers have been picking the old food out and eating it, but leaving the other (I had mixed the two together thinking that might ease the transition. It has not). So, this evening I am off to the store to show the kittens who is boss. Which, apparently, is the two of them.
In one other bit of news, classes started this week, and I'm a bit intimidated, but mostly excited to be formally learning again. And I got 100% on my first quiz. Even if it is for a craptastically easy library use class.
1.22.2009
So little to say, so much time
I don't have much post worthy information today, but wanted to at least keep up appearances. I'm afraid if I don't post here regularly, it will fade away. So, in the interest of blog preservation, I will say a few things.
Thanks to my generous and lovely sister, I will be taking a trip to Miami this spring. I'm really excited, even though I am constantly pushing the terror of airplanes out of my mind. It doesn't help that my mother says today "I'm so happy you two are going on a trip together. The only thing that bothers me is that you will both be on the same plane.... You know, in case it goes down." Uh, thanks mom.
The kittens are gnawing on things. Jack says, "Maybe they are teething." I don't know how this thought even occurs to him. But sure enough, we looked in their mouths, and big teeth are pushing through. Weird, but normal, I guess.
There's been much talk about sewing over on StitchWorks, so if you want to see what I've been wasting my time on, you might want to check there. Once the sewing room is ready to go, I plan on getting a lot done. And, maybe I and a friend, who shall remain nameless unless she chooses to show herself, will get a stock of stuff and start selling. Right?
Ok. That's enough crap.
Oh! I lost 1.5 lbs this week, supposedly. My scale, I'm not trusting entirely right now.
Thanks to my generous and lovely sister, I will be taking a trip to Miami this spring. I'm really excited, even though I am constantly pushing the terror of airplanes out of my mind. It doesn't help that my mother says today "I'm so happy you two are going on a trip together. The only thing that bothers me is that you will both be on the same plane.... You know, in case it goes down." Uh, thanks mom.
The kittens are gnawing on things. Jack says, "Maybe they are teething." I don't know how this thought even occurs to him. But sure enough, we looked in their mouths, and big teeth are pushing through. Weird, but normal, I guess.
There's been much talk about sewing over on StitchWorks, so if you want to see what I've been wasting my time on, you might want to check there. Once the sewing room is ready to go, I plan on getting a lot done. And, maybe I and a friend, who shall remain nameless unless she chooses to show herself, will get a stock of stuff and start selling. Right?
Ok. That's enough crap.
Oh! I lost 1.5 lbs this week, supposedly. My scale, I'm not trusting entirely right now.
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