Year in Review
Lost a dear family friend.
Lost my grandmother.
Survived the worst bout of depression of my entire life.
Adopted the sweet and adorable Marlowe.
Got my first ipod.
Became totally addicted to the ipod.
Went to Albuquerque.
Learned to apply makeup correctly.
Threw water balloons with Justin.
Celebrated my 27th birthday.
Celebrated my 2nd wedding anniversary.
Battled with health insurance.
Went to Seattle.
Saw a burlesque show.
Became a ChaCha guide.
Bought the first swimsuit I've ever looked good in.
Lost 30 pounds.
Finally started to enjoy exercise. Even if it's still not my favorite thing.
Quit a job that I hated.
Spent a month in California.
Carved my first recognizable picture into a pumpkin.
Voted for a president that actually won.
Stood on a street corner and waved a sign for marriage equality.
Started Grace in Small Things.
Started substituting.
Surprisingly, loved substituting.
Learned to crochet.
Learned to knit (sort of).
Found pieces of my personality that I thought I'd lost.
Learned to cook a few good things.
Sold my first freelance article.
Posted 195 blog entries.
And for the first time in my personal history, I went an entire year without spraining my ankle.
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1. Surviving a tough year.
2. Enjoying large parts of a tough year.
3. The smell of roast cooking.
4. Frosted Mini-wheats.
Lovely
I found an old camera that my mother gave me at some point to replace my broken one until we can get a new one. It's actually better than the one I was using (which I didn't realize when I stuffed it in a drawer), but it doesn't fit in my pocket like the other one did. Oh well, it works for now, anyway.
I spent the day cleaning my house (after spending yesterday cleaning at my aunt's), and it feels so good for it to be all clean and sparkling. I also did 5 loads of laundry (Yay, clothes!) and cleaned out my closet (Yay, a place to put the clothes!). So, overall, it's beena pretty good day. I'm super exhausted now and insanely sore, but at least I'll sleep well tonight.
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1. Beautiful pears (also, tangelos and apples).
2. A replacement camera. (Amanda, I promise I'll post pictures of my knitting and crochet tomorrow.)
3. A clean house.
4. Seeing the bright side of an aching back and hands raw from dishwashing. (Good sleep!)
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2. Finding a Pei-Wei in Lubbock. Finally some decent Chinese food.
3. Having lunch, at a restaurant, with Justin for the first time in weeks. We really needed a "date."
4. My dad brought a chocolate cake over tonight.
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2. A new crock pot. I don't use them for very much, partially because my old one is too small to be very useful, but how great would it be to be able to wake up and have lunch (yes, I usually get up around lunch time) already done?
3. Noting that I'm prettier, and have a nicer body than the models that Leonard Nimoy used in The Full Body Project. D'Liesa got me the book, which I've wanted forever, for Christmas. Hurray for an ego boost and a great gift!
4. Making actual, huge, progress cleaning at my aunt's house today.
5. Realizing that Justin can pop my back on my bed, saving me a trip to the floor (which hurts my ribs) and the chiropractor (at least for a few more months).
6. The cameras I got for my niece and nephews are their favorite present of the day.
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2. Watching movies late into the night with Justin, who I haven't really seen in 2 weeks. Nothing says "Christmas" like Sweeney Todd.
3. Learning to knit (not crochet, as it turns out, I'm multi-talented) a hat. (In one night, not 20 years, like that damn scarf took.) Pictures to follow.
4. Finding the most beautiful yarn I've ever seen. Hmm, never thought I'd say that.
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2. Christmas dinner at my dad's house. Amazing food. Piles of dessert. Mmh!
3. Wrapping presents. (We won't be completely done with Christmas until January 1.)
4. Finishing my scarf. It's the first crochet project I've ever finished, and it looks pretty good, if I do say so myself. (I'll post a picture eventually. My camera is *still* broken.)
Yes, Virginia,
Eight year old Virginia O'Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York's Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial September 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history's most reprinted newspaper editorial appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages, books, movies, other editorials and on posters and stamps.
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G.I.S.T. 30:365
1. Finally, after 20 years of trying on and off to learn to crochet, I've figured out where I've been going wrong and now I'm making pretty good headway on a scarf. I'm pretty sure that I can't follow a pattern, or do anything remotely fancy, but it's a start.
2. Having dinner with my family.
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2. Putting on a fashion show of my new clothes for Justin.
3. Receiving a big box of presents from my friends in the mail...
4. ...delivered by the cute UPS guy.
5. Skin Milk lotion. It's the only thing I've found that makes my super dry skin stop itching since the magic of Eucerin stopped working.
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1. Feeling productive.
2. Soft peppermints that dissolve on my tongue.
3. Jewelry that looks like hard candy hanging around my neck.
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2. Being a size smaller than the last time I bought jeans.
3. It's finally cold. Maybe now I'll feel like it's Christmas.
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2. Finding some chocolates similar to the ones that I got completely addicted to in California. They're not quite the same, but close enough for now.
3. Justin cooking dinner.
4. Getting all my Christmas cards mailed out...with, I think, enough time for them to get to their various destinations by the 25th.
5. Singing along with Mama Mia.
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2. Justin calling me beautiful in the kitchen tonight. While I was crouched over and wretched after what can only be described as throwing my back out. Totally not beautiful, except to him.
3. Christmas lights.
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Alleged
There was also this candle. I don't know very much about the saints, not being Catholic, but can anyone tell me who this guy is and why his hair is on fire?
These candles are counting as my Grace in Small Things for the day (24:365) because they make me laugh. I subbed at Middle School today and my last class was a bit discouraging.
Wage a battle against embitterment and take part in 365 Days of Grace in Small Things.
G.I.S.T. 23:35
1. Seeing how great my dad is with the kids. He truly is the best Santa ever and the children *love* him. I meant to take pictures and post them today, but I dropped my camera last night before I took any and it no longer works. Ptth.
2. Receiving a gift of my favorite wine from my friends Shannon and Matthew. Early Christmas gifts rock!
3. Taking the last of my antibiotics. Thank goodness that's over.
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2. A compliment from someone I don't know very well today at the grocery store. Complete with hug.
3. Seeing my grandmother's best friend at the grocery store and chatting about the place mats and things that she used to make. I really wish I had a set.
4. Corn on the cob.
5. Naps. (Yes, again. I'm still getting over illness and my medicine makes me drowsy.)
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2. Maybe laying her head on my lap and looking at me with love.
3. Toaster waffles.
4. The smell of hot chocolate.
Wage a battle against embitterment and take part in 365 Days of Grace in Small Things.
Birthday in Oz
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G.I.S.T. 20:365
1. Sugar cookies.
2. Netflix. Girly movies in my mailbox when I wake up? Score!
3. Free Christmas cards with our picture on them. (Thanks Shutterfly!)
4. The vaporizer (totally sounds like a weapon), which has been improving my breathing for 3 days.
5. The total lack of guilt I feel about not putting up a Christmas tree this year. I was worried that I'd feel bad about it, but I absolutely don't.
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Today's G.I.S.T. 19:365
2. I was called in to sub a middle school PE class today. My first thought was "I'm not really qualified to sub PE..." but I went anyway and it was fine. Apparently 7th and 8th grade PE mostly involves everyone doing whatever they want to, (according to the coach who showed me to the gym). As it turns out, what they want to do involves throwing volleyballs and beach balls all over the place.
3. Chicken and dumplings. My absolute favorite thing for dinner.
4 A long nap this afternoon. Amazing.
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Make Up G.I.S.T 18:365
1. Coupons for free clothes at Avenue.
2. Rocephin.
3. Steroids.
4. Benzonatate.
5. A husband willing to drive me all over town to see doctors and go to pharmacies and put up with the super bad attitude that appears when I'm not feeling well.
Now for the bad news:
G.I.S.T. 17:365
2. Family members who can bail me out of a seriously tough situation at a moments notice. (Thanks Mom.)
3. (Legal) Narcotics provided by the emergency room to stop my cough and numb my throat until I can see an actual doctor tomorrow.
Freelance
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2. Being able to use a banana in place of 1 egg when baking.
3. A husband who will go out and rent me movies and buy me soup when I'm feeling bad.
4. Knowing that I get to go to bed soon.
This Hurts My Feelings
And now I'm worried about whether the snails survive the winter. Do they go underground or something? If you know, will you tell me? Also, does anyone know if the salt on my skin hurts them when they move across it?
And, before I forget. G.I.S.T. 15:365
1. Snails.
2. The feeling I got when they called me to sub today, even though I couldn't go.
3. My shiny new badge.
4. Hot Tampico punch. It feels so good on my sore throat.
Badge
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2. Cold medicine actually took care of my symptoms and I've managed to breathe for most of the day.
3. Harry Potter movies have been on ABC Family all afternoon, giving me excellent background noise while I work.
4. My dad brought us plates of meatloaf, mashed potatoes and brussel sprouts for dinner. I've been craving brussel sprouts all week. Yum!
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2. The ache in my legs after getting off the elliptical.
3. Clean laundry.
4. Fresh sheets.
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2. Buy one get one free deals on things that I buy regularly at the grocery store.
3. Kristin Chenoweth's Christmas CD. It has my favorite Christmas song (Do You Hear What I Hear), which is rarely included on holiday cds, which makes me happy and it has some good original songs too. Plus it's Kristin Chenoweth.
Christmas Cocktail, G.I.S.T. 11:365
1 1/2 ounces Vanilla Vodka (I like Svedka)
8 ounces Diet Red Cream Soda
Splash of Lime
Ice Cubes
Green Straw
YUM!!
Which brings me to my grace in small things list for the evening.
1. Vanilla Vodka
2. Straws. (My teeth are sensitive.)
3. Broccoli and Cheese Soup (Completely unrelated to the holiday drink, but it is what I had for dinner tonight, and it was delicious.)
Under the Wire G.I.S.T. 10:365
1. Gravy on hard rolls.
2. Diet red cream soda.
3. A nap in the middle of the day.
4. A soft, warm puppy curled up in my bed with me.
Hope.
G.I.S.T. 9:365 The Best I Can Do
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2. This morning the plumbers came and we are back to 2 bathrooms, for the time being. They fixed the gigantic leak under our bathtub, so we no longer have a swimming pool under the house, and no more bugs can get in through the drain. In the next week or so, someone will come replace the floor. Yay again!
3. We got a Christmas card in the mail from my mom today, which contained (drum roll please)..... Christmas Money! Exceptional, especially considering that we're dead broke (in spite of it being payday). So, that's some extra cash for gas and groceries. Awesome.
4. Also in the mail, I got a coupon for $10 off a $10 or more purchase at Avenue. Actually, I got TWO of them so that's $20 of new clothes for FREE. Hopefully I can replace the sunglasses that I lost on the stupid plane with this...or maybe I'll be a grown up and get some actual clothing. We'll see.
G.I.S.T. 7:365
1. Watching old Christmas movies on TV.
2. Witnessing Marlowe and Maybe learn to fetch...they've always chased the ball, but now they know to bring it back.
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2. Watching Marlowe try to lick a melted marshmallow off his nose.
3. FREE inhalers and Zyrtec thanks to my aunt. I can now breathe and get through the day without sneezing so much that I think I might die.
4. Realizing that I'm sad because I've been out of tyrosine for a week and not because I'm spiraling into a dark place again.
Ghosts of Christmas Past
This is the picture for this year. The only photo-shopping was to remove the gigantic pimple that sprouts on my forehead every year after Thanksgiving, (I removed it from the other one too) some general skin smoothing (also done in all pictures) and to change the color of my shirt from black to blue, because my hair was blending in too much with the black. I'm not good enough at Photoshop to do much more than that.
This is Christmas 2006. At the time, I thought this was a pretty good picture. And it is, but you'll note the even saggier jawline (which is just a nice way of saying double chin) and the GAP between my teeth, which seems to be getting better on it's own. You'll also notice that I removed my forehead zit from this picture too.
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Almost Forgot. Grace in Small Things 4:365
2. Justin liking the disaster that I made for dinner tonight...and the fact that he was smart enough to come up with a contingency plan for me, when I didn't like it.
3. My brother rushing right over to give me an inhaler when I couldn't breathe.
4. ChaCha finally working the way it's supposed to again. Mostly.
A Poll
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2. Knowing that even though things are tough right now, we've been through much worse, and it won't last forever.
3. Justin kissing me when he gets home from work in the mornings.
Down to One
We do have two bathrooms, so it's not really the end of the world. (Especially considering that I grew up in a household with 2 adults, 5 teenagers and 1 tiny bathroom.) The bad news is that the shower in my bathroom is teeny. I'm not sure how I'm going to manage to shave my legs, or any of the other shower-y stuff that I like to do. I'm actually not sure that Justin can even turn around in my shower...it's basically a wet coffin. Ew. And also, I'm currently using the shower for storage, so I'm going to have to find a new place for my suitcases. But oh well, when it's all said and done we'll have a totally non-scary bathroom, with a new floor. Yay!
PS: I just watched Marlowe snatch a fly out of the air. Impressive, no?
Grace in Small Things: 2 of 365
2. The way I feel carrying my paisley corduroy hippie purse.
3. The massage Justin just gave me.
4. Seeing Barack Obama on TV and suddenly remembering that he's going to be president.
5. Clementines.
A Project
1. My dad bringing me soup last night when I felt sick.
2. The heaviness of the quilt on my bed.
3. How happy Marlowe and Maybe were to see me when I got home on Thursday.
Interesting.
Be It Ever So Humble
The bad news is, that it's cold! I have a huge pile of blankets on my bed and a blanket on the sofa and the heater is on (but not very high) and I'm still freezing. The main problem is my bathroom, where there is no heating vent, and so it's very, very cold in there. Not exactly what one looks for in a room where they're regularly naked. But whatever. The chilly weather gives me an excuse to wear my new black peacoat and the hat that I stalked for a week on Etsy before Justin bought it for me. I am totally addicted to Etsy.
Today I went to Holiday Happening with my aunt, which is basically a huge "getting ready for Christmas" event, with all sorts of vendors. My dad was playing Santa Claus (he's amazing, it's really like his calling or something) and it was the first time I've seen him since I got home so they locked the children out for a minute while I hugged him and then the photographer took my picture with Santa/Dad. I'll post it when I get it. I'm really tired and probably going to bed soon, but I wanted to post an update so that you'd know I didn't get lost on a layover or miss my plane or any other terrible thing.
PS: I don't think I posted enough pictures from my trip, so here's me with a giant turtle in Chinatown.
And here's the big heart sculpture in Union Square that I love, LOVE.
Sweet
The One Where Keith Olbermann Makes Me Cry
Magic Berries
I don't know why they don't sell them in stores, because they are delicious and they look really magical. They grow a few blocks from here and I saw them about a week ago and didn't know what they were or if they were edible. After some research (thank you Internet) I discovered that they're not poisonous. The Wikipedia article says that they taste bad, but it's not true. They taste similar to plums, and the only thing people may not like about them is that they're spiky, and therefore feel grainy when they're chewed, but personally, I like that. YUM!
W.
In the past couple of weeks, I've been very sensitive about...well everything really. I've been very emotional about babies and people who are being wronged and people who are in need. And now, I'm feeling sorry for George W. Bush. I think my new birth control may be a bit too high dose.
The movie, although many of the characters were poorly cast, did have an exceptional soundtrack. I will have Willie Nelson in my head for the next 3 days, at least.
On Eight
To put it simply, Prop. 8 is shameful. It is not okay to discriminate against a person based on their sexuality, just as it is not okay to discriminate against them based on their race, gender, or religion. This proposition is very clearly discrimination. People are very sensitive about the word marriage, even our new president-elect, who I feel to be a very compassionate, smart, open-minded guy has said that while he believes in equal rights for homosexual couples, he doesn't necessarily agree with the word "marriage" being used to describe their relationship. I completely disagree with this. Marriage is a contract, not some magical transformation. Anyone who is over the age of 18 in this country is able to sign a contract, why are we taking that right away from people based on their sexual preference? It's like saying that a person couldn't have a mortgage if they were black, or couldn't have a car loan because they were Catholic. There is no reason that gay and lesbian couples shouldn't have the same rights as everyone else, except perhaps "because god said so," which, quite frankly, I'm pretty sure he didn't, and even if that was the case, we are supposed to have a separation of church and state in this country.
The government, by allowing same-sex marriage, would not be forcing any church to perform these ceremonies. No one is going to chain pastors to their pulpits and make them do something that they believe is morally wrong, but at the same time, the church should not have the power to determine which people have basic rights. The right to enter into a contract. The right to be married.
The other argument I keep hearing is that by allowing same-sex couples to marry, we are somehow violating the "sanctity of marriage." You know what violates the sanctity of marriage? DIVORCE, quickie weddings in Las Vegas between people who barely know each other and teenagers getting married just because one of them happens to get pregnant. If marriage is a scared institution, why are we so casual about it? (As long as it's between straight people.) Furthermore, the group with the highest rate of divorce in this country, are those that scream the loudest about the "sanctity of marriage." Isn't that interesting? Besides that, how exactly, does someone else's relationship effect theirs? Just because the neighbors may beat their children (they don't, by the way) doesn't mean that Justin and I would be bad parents. Why would someone else getting married effect the "sanctity" people at all? They should mind their own buisness.
Texas: Improving.
Rwwar!
As further proof of his tacky Russian sense of style, she has a gold, tiger-striped bed.
The tiger was a gift from an unnamed supporter for his 56th birthday. Prime Minister Putin says he will be donating the animal to a zoo or wildlife preserve, and that he thinks he'll name her Mashenka or Milashka.