Friday, January 30, 2015

8.30 Contemplate - Tape It Up

Bestest Friend and I are in the middle of a blog project. Each day of the month we will post a picture on a pre-determined theme and write a little something about it. The theme for the thirtieth day of each month is "Contemplate."
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I'm a trashy romance novel junkie.  I check Bookbub every day for free titles, I check them out by the dozen at the local library, and I find myself extremely annoyed when there's a less than perfect family. Maybe contemporary romance novelists think that readers want heroines from a tortured background - abusive or addicted parents, sexual assault, or used to be a chubby teenager - but I really don't. I want it all to be perfect and happy and when I close the book I think a good person ended up with another good person and they'll go on to raise other good little people and family gatherings will be delightful and enjoyable for everyone except the sullen teenagers.

Because those books are pure escapism for me. I don't want family issues. I've got plenty of my own, thank you. I don't want to read about past abusive, I have my own to wrestle with, you know.  So there you have it.
This post brought to you by my sister's birthday tomorrow. I will call her, wish her a happy birthday, she will make some sort of complaint about the gift I sent her, and I will hang up wanting to cry.

I'm a grown adult who has dealt with my childhood trauma, but sometimes, when I least expect it, it surges to the surface ever so briefly to remind me that life is not a romance novel.
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To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit to Quit.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

8.29 Music - Blackie

Bestest Friend and I are in the middle of a blog project. Each day of the month we will post a picture on a pre-determined theme and write a little something about it. The theme for the twenty-ninth day of each month is "Music."
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My husband is a bit of a horse trader when it comes to guitars. He buys a nice one, but there's always something wrong with it (too heavy, too "bright" sounding, too wide of a fretboard, too something) and he sells it and buys another nice one.

It's kind of weird because we were watching Antiques Roadshow the other day (what? we're old people) and before the appraiser could say a word, Dr. BB said, "that's a 1934 Gibson - pre-war guitars are hard to find" and HE WAS RIGHT. It was disconcerting to me since I don't know anything about anything on those antique/pawn shop shows.
Anyway, but this is Blackie, Dr. BB's first guitar. He bought it in high school with money he earned mowing lawns, raking leaves, and shoveling snow. Blackie has been beat all to hell, has lots of "beausage" marks, and kind of sounds like crap.

But Blackie is never going to go away.  He's ours forever.
Also, the cable guy came to do something to the cable and internet today and managed to do the following:
Leave the closet door open, despite instructions clearly stating to leave all the doors closed (Zelda likes shoelaces);
Leave the entertainment center doors open, stacks of DVDs sitting on the floor, and random cables strewn all about (there were no instructions on this because, SERIOUSLY - also, Zelda likes cords which is why we have the enclosed entertainment center);
Blackie knocked over.

But the picture on our television screen has never looked better, so that's a win?
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To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit to Quit.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

8.28 Cooking - An Expensive Meal

Bestest Friend and I are in the middle of a blog project. Each day of the month we will post a picture on a pre-determined theme and write a little something about it. The theme for the twenty-eighth day of each month is "Cooking."
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A couple of months ago I had the most delicious sauerbraten at a restaurant while I was visiting my in-laws.  I talked about it for weeks and finally Dr. BB was worn down and he agreed that we should try to make it at home.

First, we had to go buy the ingredients that included a bottle of wine and a $17 hunk of rump roast.
Then we actually read the recipe and realized that we had to put the hunk of roast into a glass or ceramic bowl with all the liquid ingredients AND a bunch of aromatics, including onion, carrots, and celery and there was no way our "large" mixing bowl was going to be up to the task.

So I took myself off to Target last night in search of a large bowl. This bowl cost more than any article of clothing I am currently wearing. It hurt my soul to buy it.
And then I brought it home and put it all in the bowl. It will sit in the fridge, getting turned at least once a day, until Friday morning when we're going to put it in the slow cooker with a bunch of other ingredients for ten hours while we're at work.
For all the hassle that is this recipe, it better be the most delicious thing we have ever cooked.

Also, where are we going to store this giant bowl?  That's a fine question I currently don't know the answer to.
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To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit to Quit.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

8.27 Media - Books

Bestest Friend and I are in the middle of a blog project. Each day of the month we will post a picture on a pre-determined theme and write a little something about it. The theme for the twenty-seventh day of each month is "Media."
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At the end of the day, my favorite medium is the paper book. I love my Kindle and having hundreds of books on one little device, I love listening to podcasts on a tedious drive, and I love trashy magazines at the checkout line, but there is nothing like flipping through the pages of a book and seeing those friendly curves and lines that make the stories happen.  There's nothing like the musty smell of a book that hasn't been taken off a library shelf in years. There's nothing like it.
Dr. BB's "fun" bookshelf. There's no Dostoevsky on my fun shelf, I promise.
When I was young, books were my friends. They transported me to different places, taught me reasoning and logic, and opened doors to other lives and possibilities.  As an adult, I rely on books for information, for escapism, and for intelligent talk with other adults.  

And if I ever do get that tattoo*, it's totally going to be a book cover.

*I'm not going to get a tattoo.
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To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit to Quit.

Monday, January 26, 2015

8.26 Support - Sunday Afternoon Project

Bestest Friend and I are in the middle of a blog project. Each day of the month we will  post a picture on a pre-determined theme and write a little something about it. The theme for the twenty-sixth day of each month is "Support."
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It's rare that I have a chunk of four or five hours without much I absolutely have to do. I mean, there's stuff I COULD be doing, including working, reading, exercising, or playing fetch with my cat, but it's rare that I'm home alone without a pressing deadline (like that oh my god exciting lesson on the constitutional powers of the presidency that I really need to write before tomorrow morning) for hours.  But yesterday I had that time.  From mid-afternoon through bedtime, I was kickin' it with Steven Harvey and my Singer.
The result is an absolutely unnecessary CD holder.  I have no need for this object, but I was able to practice some techniques and I correctly sewed in the elastic, so my "one new skill per project" goal was met.
 
And when Dr. BB came home, he had nothing but positive things to say about how nice it looked. Even if he was lying (some of the stitches aren't quite straight!), it felt good to have my work valued.

And if you want a hand-made orange CD holder that holds twelve CDs and can conveniently attach to your car's sun visor, please let me know. (I have short legs - really short legs and so when there are things hanging from our visor, they hit me in the head.  I'm jealous of people who can store things on their visor.) I can drop it in the mail tomorrow!
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To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit to Quit.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

8.25 Courage - Hard Choices

Bestest Friend and I are in the middle of a blog project. Each day of the month we will post a picture on a pre-determined theme and write a little something about it. The theme for the twenty-fifth day of each month is "Courage."
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Her chronic health conditions led to a years-long wait for a kidney transplant; her body rejected the transplanted kidneys and she was placed on the transplant list yet again. The day she got out of the hospital, she went to her daughter's band concert.  By the end of the day, she was in agonizing pain, but no one was the wiser.  She's still waiting.

She got remarried less than six months after her husband died.  She just didn't want to be alone. She and her new husband moved to Florida, she missed her friends and family and the chance to visit her first husband's grave. When she moved back home, her new husband stayed behind in Florida.  She told me that they're still married, still see each other a handful of times every year, but that this works for them.  She holds her head up high, living her life in complete disregard of the judgmental gossip of her neighbors.

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 To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit to Quit.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

8.24 Pain - Not an Emergency

Bestest Friend and I are in the middle of a blog project. Each day of the month we will post a picture on a pre-determined theme and write a little something about it. The theme for the twenty-fourth day of each month is "Pain."
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For years I never entered a hospital.  Outside of one time visit to the dying mother of a high school friend's hospital room while I was in college, I don't think I went to a hospital from 1994 until 2002. 

And so for those of you for whom the hospital is a just in case kind of place, I get it. But for me, it's the kind of place where the lady at the information desk just looks at me and points, the folks in the lab start to leave snarky comments about you in your medical file (hey, those are online now, WE CAN SEE THEM), and a Saturday night doesn't go by without swinging by to pick something up.
I spent two hours this afternoon in a fruitless search for a birthday gift for my sister. I must give her a gift, I know this. But I worked really hard on thoughtful gifts for her for Christmas and received nary a thank you in reply. I find myself tempted to just put a card in the mail, fuck the gift, but I also know that my own sense of guilt and her not so subtle hints about familial loyalty will make me feel worse than if I just purchased something random without much thought.  Here's a garlic press, person who doesn't cook!  Here are some tennis balls, person who has not voluntarily exercised in decades! Here's a vase, person whose home is filled with cats who think it is their duty to knock everything off horizontal surfaces!  No, I want to be thoughtful. But I'm all thunk out.
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To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit to Quit.
 
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