Life is beginning to unfold. I've fallen in love with someone who is exactly what I've been wanting for so long. I'm not even opposed to the hardships that are ahead. Well, besides convincing my parents that I'm not insane for moving to another country for someone they consider a stranger to me. Granted they're still stuck in the whole mindset of if you meet someone online it's bad. Dating that person is even worse.
Well...welcome to the modern age parents of mine. I've known this guy for 2 years, we've been friends for that long before anything romantic began. I adore him. Simply adore him. I'm talking foot popping, butterflies in the stomach traveling to my throat adore him. He is the only other person, besides my brother, who can tell me what to do without me getting annoyed. They both calm me down instantly when I'm emotionally high. I've been waiting for someone like that for so long. 27 years in fact.
It's just a downer, total mood killer knowing how opposed my parents are to it. Dad is uncertain because his little Princess is dating some guy from another country, really is Canada considered to be that different???, and mom is all "where does he stand with the Lord"....as if I haven't talked about it with her before. Yes, I'm fully aware our religious beliefs are not on equal footing. If I really was bothered by that do you THINK I would even be dating the man? All this talk of the end of the world and how we should be prepared...yeah I get it. God wants us prepared at a moments notice...I however am not going to put my life on halt mother dear.
Trying my best to see from their perspectives...but somehow I can't get my head that far up my...well you know. I want them to meet him and see what I see. Know the amazing man that I know...and if their mindset is still the same...well...as much as I'd like their blessing I don't need it. I'm perfectly fine moving and only talking to them occasionally. It would be pretty much how it is now, me avoiding the awkwardness of our now strained relations due to their divorce.
I'm not jumping headlong into this without thinking it through. I want them to see how happy I am, but get that I'm not being stupid. Neither is he, we're well aware of the hardships that are ahead. If/when things get to the point of marriage..... our relationship, which is strong due to open/honest communication, we will be ready.
Things will work out and I will be content. I'm happy and confident in my choice. I love him and he loves me. We actually communicate...a concept that is foreign to my parents. *sigh* I hope they'll come around someday. And if not...at least I have the support of my siblings and my friends.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
A wee bit late...
Update on my life so far...
- Parents officially divorced
- Work has calmed down a bit since inspection
- More then ever people are trying to play matchmaker for me
- Still amused at how crazy life can be
Boring details aside concerning the above life has been up and down. I'd like to say mostly ups, but let's face it reality not so much like the fairy tale I thought as a child it would be. Then again, the magical moments pop up just randomly enough for me to keep believing the seemingly impossible. So I can't say the downs have entirely been...well down.
I'm happy to report the whole working on being more positive is really having an effect on me. I'm less concerned with the viewpoints others have regarding my mental and physical parts, and the more laid back fun me is returning. I've been able to push past the heart pounding, hot red face blushy nervous when talking to strangers thing.
Case and point...I went to a Ren Faire a few weeks ago and saw this man with the most...I mean THE most gorgeous hair. It was long, dark and very shiny. Honestly, I thought it was a wig. After commenting to a friend of mine about my curiosity she jokingly told me to go and find out. So I did. Although I think she meant more of a verbal inquisition, I sorta didn't just ask...I felt his hair. LOL Much to his surprise of course. I commented how lovely his hair was, in more masculine terms of course, he kinda shrugged and moved on.
Weird? Yes, I'm perfectly aware that's not what is considered proper social behavior. Oh well.
Cleared out my room of clutter. A few odds and ends, but I believe by the end of my break my little apartment will be spiffy looking. Already I have tons of ideas for fun projects like painting, cake decorating, finally learning those pieces I've been wanting to learn for so long. Insert longing sigh for a baby grand piano....glancing over at keyboard forlornly. It is a sturdy keyboard...it'll do.
I watched the movie "Julie & Julia". Wasn't sure I would like it, but it was alright. Not one I'd add to my meager collection, but alright. At first I had the crazy idea of trying what the character Julie did, but then my rational side took over. No I'm not going to blog about my failed attempts to cook french cuisine or vow to cook hundreds of dishes in a year. I have neither the stomach or deep pockets for such an adventure. However it did inspire me to focus on one thing to improve upon within one year. So my vow is to become less cluttered, more organized and less messy. I noticed when life is hectic my home is hectic and I'd like to come home to peace.
Peace and tranquility, at least for now, is coming home to a clean house. No 3 day old dirty dishes still in the sink, laundry actually in the laundry room, and my room clean and straight. I want to walk into my home and smell my favorite candle "Clean Linen" and not trash that needs to be taken out. Gross I know...like I said when life is hectic my home reflects it.
Also, I'm working towards being 90% gluten and diary product free. The more I read about the effects of gluten and dairy in the human body the more I'm inclined to give it up...not entirely mind you. The point is a healthy lifestyle. Found this awesome cook book "Wheat-Free Recipes & Menus" by Carol Fenster, Ph.D. I like how it gives you detailed instructions, ideas for menus and substitutes. The plan is to slowly wean my brother and I off of a mostly gluten and dairy diet to a more fresh fruit, veggies, lean meat and low dairy diet.
Bed time.
I've contemplated recording my singing voice and posting it...but how pretentious is that? :p
- Parents officially divorced
- Work has calmed down a bit since inspection
- More then ever people are trying to play matchmaker for me
- Still amused at how crazy life can be
Boring details aside concerning the above life has been up and down. I'd like to say mostly ups, but let's face it reality not so much like the fairy tale I thought as a child it would be. Then again, the magical moments pop up just randomly enough for me to keep believing the seemingly impossible. So I can't say the downs have entirely been...well down.
I'm happy to report the whole working on being more positive is really having an effect on me. I'm less concerned with the viewpoints others have regarding my mental and physical parts, and the more laid back fun me is returning. I've been able to push past the heart pounding, hot red face blushy nervous when talking to strangers thing.
Case and point...I went to a Ren Faire a few weeks ago and saw this man with the most...I mean THE most gorgeous hair. It was long, dark and very shiny. Honestly, I thought it was a wig. After commenting to a friend of mine about my curiosity she jokingly told me to go and find out. So I did. Although I think she meant more of a verbal inquisition, I sorta didn't just ask...I felt his hair. LOL Much to his surprise of course. I commented how lovely his hair was, in more masculine terms of course, he kinda shrugged and moved on.
Weird? Yes, I'm perfectly aware that's not what is considered proper social behavior. Oh well.
Cleared out my room of clutter. A few odds and ends, but I believe by the end of my break my little apartment will be spiffy looking. Already I have tons of ideas for fun projects like painting, cake decorating, finally learning those pieces I've been wanting to learn for so long. Insert longing sigh for a baby grand piano....glancing over at keyboard forlornly. It is a sturdy keyboard...it'll do.
I watched the movie "Julie & Julia". Wasn't sure I would like it, but it was alright. Not one I'd add to my meager collection, but alright. At first I had the crazy idea of trying what the character Julie did, but then my rational side took over. No I'm not going to blog about my failed attempts to cook french cuisine or vow to cook hundreds of dishes in a year. I have neither the stomach or deep pockets for such an adventure. However it did inspire me to focus on one thing to improve upon within one year. So my vow is to become less cluttered, more organized and less messy. I noticed when life is hectic my home is hectic and I'd like to come home to peace.
Peace and tranquility, at least for now, is coming home to a clean house. No 3 day old dirty dishes still in the sink, laundry actually in the laundry room, and my room clean and straight. I want to walk into my home and smell my favorite candle "Clean Linen" and not trash that needs to be taken out. Gross I know...like I said when life is hectic my home reflects it.
Also, I'm working towards being 90% gluten and diary product free. The more I read about the effects of gluten and dairy in the human body the more I'm inclined to give it up...not entirely mind you. The point is a healthy lifestyle. Found this awesome cook book "Wheat-Free Recipes & Menus" by Carol Fenster, Ph.D. I like how it gives you detailed instructions, ideas for menus and substitutes. The plan is to slowly wean my brother and I off of a mostly gluten and dairy diet to a more fresh fruit, veggies, lean meat and low dairy diet.
Bed time.
I've contemplated recording my singing voice and posting it...but how pretentious is that? :p
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
A moment of silence
I promised myself repeatedly that this wouldn't be one of those places I vented, poured out my soul, etc. However I'm breaking that promise. I can only vent so much to the people in my life. Especially when I haven't allowed myself to truly vent. Heck, I haven't even cried over it yet, I won't let myself...I guess because it would make the reality of this way too sharp.
After 30+ years of marriage my parents have called it quits. I do have to applaud them for being mostly amiable about this for the past year. Granted it's been majorly strained, they still live in the same house. The pettiness is just now starting to emerge so kudos to them for taking this long. Yeah I know, someone random person who comes across this will think "Yeah big whoop. Happens all the time, everyday...get over yourself". And I guess that's one of the reasons I don't really vent about this to people. Honestly who am I to complain about this?
Screw it. I'm pissed, sad, frustrated and I want to cry more then anything but I won't let myself. I can't. Usually I'm pretty good at venting my feelings and then working to solve or deal with issues. For some reason I refuse to give in...like the only thing keeping me going is not letting it all out. So every now and then I let out a bit of the pressure because let's face it I'd prefer not to blow. I can't afford too. Every day I have to, not get to, have to put aside my own crap and be positive.
I just want to for once stop being so dang positive. Then I think, I'm already negative enough, then I'm told I'm one of the most positive people....GEEZ! Perhaps because the majority of my negative thoughts are kept for my inner conversations. The ones where I fume silently while I have a smile pasted on my face talking about how exciting it is to learn about Parts of Speech.
There is so much pent up anger towards both of my parents there are times when I'm alone I can't see straight. I try to avoid those times because I don't like me when I'm angry. It's not really me. As I've told my roomie/older bro I refuse to go back to their house unless it's to visit for the day, see our neighbor or to pick up our younger siblings. I cannot stay in that house anymore. I spend most of my time upstairs with mom, mostly because I can't breathe when I'm downstairs where dad is. Literally, I cannot breath. Most people would chalk that up to having some sort of panic attack or nerves...I know differently.
I cannot fathom the idiocy of two people who claim to have loved each other for over 30 years and within a year practically loathe each other. And don't give me that crap of "well I think you're father/mother is a great person..." BLAH BLAH BLAH! Bullshit. If you thought they were such a great person you'd be willing to work out your issues you should have dealt with BEFORE getting married.
People wonder why I'm cautious about dating/being in a relationship. It's because I'm not willing to settle for less then what I want/need. There is no way in hell that I'm going to commit myself to someone who is unwilling to deal with issues or be honest and communicate with me. I don't care how hot the guy is or how successful he is. If he can't sit me down and discuss things with me or admit when one or both of us are out of bounds then I don't want him.
The man I marry, if I ever do, will have someone who is committed, loving, honest, caring and willing to be at fault. And I don't mean a doormat. Someone who will not constantly bring up past mistakes. Someone who loves to laugh and have fun. This guy is going to have an emotional basket-case at times, he gets to let her vent and then listen to the words that follow. Because all the venting means is "I'm frustrated I need to say a bunch of things that don't make sense or have nothing to do with the issue. Once I'm done I can deal with things." And the venting doesn't last long...we're talking minutes here folks.
Why is it so hard for people to be up front? Why do people not deal with issues before committing to a relationship? Why bother marrying if even the smallest twinge of a red flag pops up? That flag is an indication something is amiss and you need to freaking deal with it.
I need to work this out. I can't keep things bottled up. Even as I typed all this up I'm wrestling with myself. I want so badly....so badly to burst into tears. I want even more to shout at my parents that they're a couple of idiots. Mostly...out of all of this...I want things to be they way they were when I was young and oblivious. How does that saying go? Ignorance is bliss?
After 30+ years of marriage my parents have called it quits. I do have to applaud them for being mostly amiable about this for the past year. Granted it's been majorly strained, they still live in the same house. The pettiness is just now starting to emerge so kudos to them for taking this long. Yeah I know, someone random person who comes across this will think "Yeah big whoop. Happens all the time, everyday...get over yourself". And I guess that's one of the reasons I don't really vent about this to people. Honestly who am I to complain about this?
Screw it. I'm pissed, sad, frustrated and I want to cry more then anything but I won't let myself. I can't. Usually I'm pretty good at venting my feelings and then working to solve or deal with issues. For some reason I refuse to give in...like the only thing keeping me going is not letting it all out. So every now and then I let out a bit of the pressure because let's face it I'd prefer not to blow. I can't afford too. Every day I have to, not get to, have to put aside my own crap and be positive.
I just want to for once stop being so dang positive. Then I think, I'm already negative enough, then I'm told I'm one of the most positive people....GEEZ! Perhaps because the majority of my negative thoughts are kept for my inner conversations. The ones where I fume silently while I have a smile pasted on my face talking about how exciting it is to learn about Parts of Speech.
There is so much pent up anger towards both of my parents there are times when I'm alone I can't see straight. I try to avoid those times because I don't like me when I'm angry. It's not really me. As I've told my roomie/older bro I refuse to go back to their house unless it's to visit for the day, see our neighbor or to pick up our younger siblings. I cannot stay in that house anymore. I spend most of my time upstairs with mom, mostly because I can't breathe when I'm downstairs where dad is. Literally, I cannot breath. Most people would chalk that up to having some sort of panic attack or nerves...I know differently.
I cannot fathom the idiocy of two people who claim to have loved each other for over 30 years and within a year practically loathe each other. And don't give me that crap of "well I think you're father/mother is a great person..." BLAH BLAH BLAH! Bullshit. If you thought they were such a great person you'd be willing to work out your issues you should have dealt with BEFORE getting married.
People wonder why I'm cautious about dating/being in a relationship. It's because I'm not willing to settle for less then what I want/need. There is no way in hell that I'm going to commit myself to someone who is unwilling to deal with issues or be honest and communicate with me. I don't care how hot the guy is or how successful he is. If he can't sit me down and discuss things with me or admit when one or both of us are out of bounds then I don't want him.
The man I marry, if I ever do, will have someone who is committed, loving, honest, caring and willing to be at fault. And I don't mean a doormat. Someone who will not constantly bring up past mistakes. Someone who loves to laugh and have fun. This guy is going to have an emotional basket-case at times, he gets to let her vent and then listen to the words that follow. Because all the venting means is "I'm frustrated I need to say a bunch of things that don't make sense or have nothing to do with the issue. Once I'm done I can deal with things." And the venting doesn't last long...we're talking minutes here folks.
Why is it so hard for people to be up front? Why do people not deal with issues before committing to a relationship? Why bother marrying if even the smallest twinge of a red flag pops up? That flag is an indication something is amiss and you need to freaking deal with it.
I need to work this out. I can't keep things bottled up. Even as I typed all this up I'm wrestling with myself. I want so badly....so badly to burst into tears. I want even more to shout at my parents that they're a couple of idiots. Mostly...out of all of this...I want things to be they way they were when I was young and oblivious. How does that saying go? Ignorance is bliss?
Friday, October 2, 2009
"I like Democracy...when it's on my side"- one of my 9 year old students. Sorry, he was jaded prior to entering my classroom. However we are working on the sarcasm!
I feel like such a lazy bum, and not in a good way. It's 3am, and I need to be up in oh...3 hours. Yeah...tomorrow's...today's...gonna be fuuuun. Good thing I'm a somewhat smart cookie and planned fun events that require me to do little but supervise.
Ok, random question time. Why is it that no one believes I'm perfectly content to be single? Part of me wants to respond back with a "have you seen the unwashed miscreants that live around here?", but that would honestly apply to my hickville hometown. Here....eh prospects are few and far between. Honestly, I don't want a guy, not really. Being "one of the guys" is so much more relaxing. I get to banter freely without worry of anyone developing a crush on me or vise versa.
Oh! So how proud of me are you that I got a library card? I haven't had one since high school, well not counting my student ID in college. So technically haven't had a library card for 4 years. In an act of desperation I went to the local, and apparently newest and brightest library, got my card and checked out a dvd on volcanoes. Which my lazy butt should have done last week. Eh...in the end I have one and I've watched it twice. I really think that will be my new place to grade/plan. Barnes N' Noble is nice and all for the people watching, but this feeling of something happy-ish came over me in the library. I think it was the amount of books, which are in a sense free, that were around me.
My brain is shot, need sleep. I leave you with another quote by another boy from my class...ah how innocent they are, but what whoppers they say without realization.
"Yeah, I slept with a 16 year old girl before. I didn't really know her."....and this is a child I teach. *snort* (story at a later date when I'm more coherent and forget how to use impressive vocab. :-p )
I feel like such a lazy bum, and not in a good way. It's 3am, and I need to be up in oh...3 hours. Yeah...tomorrow's...today's...gonna be fuuuun. Good thing I'm a somewhat smart cookie and planned fun events that require me to do little but supervise.
Ok, random question time. Why is it that no one believes I'm perfectly content to be single? Part of me wants to respond back with a "have you seen the unwashed miscreants that live around here?", but that would honestly apply to my hickville hometown. Here....eh prospects are few and far between. Honestly, I don't want a guy, not really. Being "one of the guys" is so much more relaxing. I get to banter freely without worry of anyone developing a crush on me or vise versa.
Oh! So how proud of me are you that I got a library card? I haven't had one since high school, well not counting my student ID in college. So technically haven't had a library card for 4 years. In an act of desperation I went to the local, and apparently newest and brightest library, got my card and checked out a dvd on volcanoes. Which my lazy butt should have done last week. Eh...in the end I have one and I've watched it twice. I really think that will be my new place to grade/plan. Barnes N' Noble is nice and all for the people watching, but this feeling of something happy-ish came over me in the library. I think it was the amount of books, which are in a sense free, that were around me.
My brain is shot, need sleep. I leave you with another quote by another boy from my class...ah how innocent they are, but what whoppers they say without realization.
"Yeah, I slept with a 16 year old girl before. I didn't really know her."....and this is a child I teach. *snort* (story at a later date when I'm more coherent and forget how to use impressive vocab. :-p )
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Start..stop...start...stop...
This year really hasn't felt like it's taken off yet. I suppose due to the random holidays/days off and now the conference this weekend. We leave tomorrow and I'm actually looking forward to it. Shh! Don't tell! :-p
3 hours of planning...eep. My kitty sat on my art table staring at me as I typed away. She kept chirping at me looking all sorts of curious with her big eyes. I looked at a recent picture of us and our eyes were almost the same shade of hazel. It was interesting.
Now I'm packing and both girls are going crazy. They do this whenever someone bring out a suitcase or does laundry or cleans...or pretty much does anything that doesn't involve sitting. Silly kitties.
Seriously considering bringing my gerbils to work for classroom pets. I'm not so sure though...they do have a rather large cage. It's a question of where to put them where they won't be the immediate focal point....probably not going to happen. Although I might bring them in for a visit or two.
I'm rewatching my favorite serious for the millionth time. Firefly is one of those things I turn on for background noise, but laugh at all the funny parts just like the first time.
*sigh* Enough procrastination...must pack.
Fun awaits at the end of tomorrow's work day. :D
3 hours of planning...eep. My kitty sat on my art table staring at me as I typed away. She kept chirping at me looking all sorts of curious with her big eyes. I looked at a recent picture of us and our eyes were almost the same shade of hazel. It was interesting.
Now I'm packing and both girls are going crazy. They do this whenever someone bring out a suitcase or does laundry or cleans...or pretty much does anything that doesn't involve sitting. Silly kitties.
Seriously considering bringing my gerbils to work for classroom pets. I'm not so sure though...they do have a rather large cage. It's a question of where to put them where they won't be the immediate focal point....probably not going to happen. Although I might bring them in for a visit or two.
I'm rewatching my favorite serious for the millionth time. Firefly is one of those things I turn on for background noise, but laugh at all the funny parts just like the first time.
*sigh* Enough procrastination...must pack.
Fun awaits at the end of tomorrow's work day. :D
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Hey hey it's only life....
Sat down and created a financial plan to help me be mostly debt free by April 2010. Why is it satisfying to see how soon I'll be able to actually start putting money into a saving's account? I'm actually not that much in debt, in comparison to most people my age. I have a car loan(not after this month baby!), student loans and some taxes to pay off(one of those expensive learning situations). Honestly, not that bad. Plus, my credit is good and I don't own any "real" credit cards. (Don't plan on owning any either.)
I have a debit card that acts like a credit card, but I do my best not to use it. I make sure I pay things on time and pay more then the minimum. So pardon me whilst I act somewhat like a dork and rejoice in my having a plan all worked out.
Now, I get to work on being more organized with filing paperwork. Most of the time I just jot down the date my bill was paid, stick it back in the envelope then pile it on my desk or in one of my drawers. Which reminds me, must purchase a paper shredder sometime soon. I haven't felt like a true responsible adult (despite what I'm told) in a long time. Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel really is making me feel deliriously happy.
Which brings about another decision...conclusion...or something regarding my status as a single mid-twentier (yes, it's a word in my vocabulary). I'm 99% happy to be on my own. Sure I'd love that husband-kids-pet dream, but it's not the foremost in my mind. I guess I've finally cemented that 1)being single ain't so bad 2)I have absolutely no interest in anyone and 3)it would be horrible timing right now. Not to say I wouldn't welcome someone right now, but really...26 years of waiting? I'm back to being comfortable in my own skin to the fullest extent.
.....completely blanked on what I was going to say next. Insomnia is not my friend. We've been arguing since 1am...it's now 6am...I think I'm about to win. lol
I leave you with a picture from my trip to Charleston last year...it made me giggle.
I have a debit card that acts like a credit card, but I do my best not to use it. I make sure I pay things on time and pay more then the minimum. So pardon me whilst I act somewhat like a dork and rejoice in my having a plan all worked out.
Now, I get to work on being more organized with filing paperwork. Most of the time I just jot down the date my bill was paid, stick it back in the envelope then pile it on my desk or in one of my drawers. Which reminds me, must purchase a paper shredder sometime soon. I haven't felt like a true responsible adult (despite what I'm told) in a long time. Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel really is making me feel deliriously happy.
Which brings about another decision...conclusion...or something regarding my status as a single mid-twentier (yes, it's a word in my vocabulary). I'm 99% happy to be on my own. Sure I'd love that husband-kids-pet dream, but it's not the foremost in my mind. I guess I've finally cemented that 1)being single ain't so bad 2)I have absolutely no interest in anyone and 3)it would be horrible timing right now. Not to say I wouldn't welcome someone right now, but really...26 years of waiting? I'm back to being comfortable in my own skin to the fullest extent.
.....completely blanked on what I was going to say next. Insomnia is not my friend. We've been arguing since 1am...it's now 6am...I think I'm about to win. lol
I leave you with a picture from my trip to Charleston last year...it made me giggle.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Quentin Tarantino & Jane Austen...not often found together
Quick synopses; In Nazi-occupied France during World War II, a group of Jewish-American soldiers known as "The Basterds" are chosen specifically to spread fear throughout the Third Reich by scalping and brutally killing Nazis. They cross paths with a Jewish refugee who coincidentally is planning on taking out a sizable chunk of the Nazi regime as well.
"Inglourious Basterds" was rather enjoyable. Granted there was a bit more blood involved then is my usual taste, but still I liked it. Brad Pitt's character had me in stitches when he "spoke" eye-tal-yon with an obvious super gravely deep American accent. Despite noticeable changes to history Tarantino did a pretty good job keeping the feel of the time right. The way each group, the Basterds and the Jewish refugee, plan to take out the 3rd Reich goes both smoothly and not so smoothly. It felt like watching a movie, but I liked that I was caught up enough in the storyline it didn't feel too much like "just" watching a movie. Two thumbs up Mr. Tarantino.
Recent developments in my family dynamics has led to some interesting stories. Not really I would go into in detail anywhere in the virtual world. What I will say is that it has provided me with enough ironic humor to last a lifetime. I'm beginning to rather enjoy the hysterically tragic and tragically hysteric tales that are repeated to me on an almost weekly basis.
Basically it has become the type of situation that I just have to shake my head at and laugh or I'll break down, curl up in a ball on the corner of my bed against the wall and bawl my eyes out. So, I choose to find the humor...not too bad of a coping mechanism. Could be worse, I could have an addiction(no chocolate doesn't count) or be codependent and clingy. *cringe* Besides laughing helps. It brings a smile to my face, lightens my mood and doesn't go against my happy personality. :)
So I leave you with a quote from Jane Austen, one of my favorite authors;
"For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors, and laugh at them in our turn?"- Mr. Bennet, Pride and Prejucide
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
I have GOT to try this!
One of the blogs I follow is "Cake Wrecks". An awesome site dedicated to showing off the disatrious, albeit hilarious, attempts at cake decorating. Every now and then there is a post displaying the incredibly creative side of cake decor. For all you Joss Whedon fans, this will make you smile.
(Dr.) Horrible Sunday Sweets
I love baking and have always wanted to try my hand at making a "fancy" cake. So in the future, hopefully the near one...not the later kind because I tend to forget to do things if it's not the near one...I will be making one or all of these yummy treats. I'm thinking the Captain Hammer cake first, it's the easiest. Honestly I'm scared to death to try the "Ph.D. in Horribleness" cake.
The lady who made these cakes adds her own little humorous touch to the recipe instructions. I especially love the name for the Captain Hammer cake " Cheesy on the Outside". No, actual cheese is not involved. It's a 3 layer cake; yellow, chocolate, yellow...inspired by the quote "And sometimes there's a third even deeper level and that one's the same as the top surface level" Like pie...hee hee.
(Dr.) Horrible Sunday Sweets
I love baking and have always wanted to try my hand at making a "fancy" cake. So in the future, hopefully the near one...not the later kind because I tend to forget to do things if it's not the near one...I will be making one or all of these yummy treats. I'm thinking the Captain Hammer cake first, it's the easiest. Honestly I'm scared to death to try the "Ph.D. in Horribleness" cake.
The lady who made these cakes adds her own little humorous touch to the recipe instructions. I especially love the name for the Captain Hammer cake " Cheesy on the Outside". No, actual cheese is not involved. It's a 3 layer cake; yellow, chocolate, yellow...inspired by the quote "And sometimes there's a third even deeper level and that one's the same as the top surface level" Like pie...hee hee.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Aboslutely!
We're No Angels (1955)Bogart, Ray and Ustinov are phenomenal together. They play off each other so well I find myself forgetting they really aren't a conartist and two murderers. Bogart brings the swagger and brains, Ray the brawn and amorous persona, whilst Jules offers his wit and perfect timing.
I laugh every time I watch "We're No Angels". My absolute favorite scene is when the men are helping to prepare for Christmas Eve dinner. Joseph is preparing the food wearing Isabella's frilly pink apron. She enters complimenting him on how the pink brings out the color in his eyes. Right as she's saying this Jules walks in and starts smirking. As Isabella exits Joseph holds up a rather scary looking cross between a butcher's knife and a machete, threatening Jules to say something. Which of course he does much to my amusement, this brings about some of the best quotes in the film;
(Joseph walks up to Jules, who is putting flowers in vase, still wearing the frilly pink apron holding knife/machete looking annoyed)
Joseph:Say something. Go ahead. Say anything at all.
Jules: I've got nothing to say, nothing at all. (pause) Except.
Joseph: Except what?
(Jules turns holding a flower)
Jules: Joseph, it's true. It does bring out the color in your beautiful, big, brown eyes.
(Jules plants flower in Joseph's shirt pocket then clasps hands together. Joseph starts to bring the knife/machete up as Jules backs away.)
Jules: Oh, to be a painter.
(Jules leaves the room smirking and holding back laughter.)
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Addicted...
I'm addicted to downloading sheet music. Rather proud of myself for finding pieces that are challenging. I really need to work on relearning music theory, at least for piano/vocals. Remembering to count has always been difficult for me, but I'm working on that. My keyboard doesn't do justice to more then half of the pieces, but it will do until I get a concert grand...or a baby concert grand...lol At this point I'd settle for the 20something year old piano with a cracked sound board and keys that stick back at my parent's place. It was the piano I used growing up, learning how to play.
How I miss being able to sit down and touch those ivory keys. Yes, real ivory keys. There is a difference between the plastic they use now and true ivory. No, I'm not supporting killing elephants for their ivory. I'm just saying, there is a distinct difference in how the keys feel. Or, it could just be me. Either way....
So far "Falling Slowly" is coming along. The printer is so low on ink that when I printed the pages the left side was so faded. I spent about 40 minutes at the computer with the pages making sure I could read the notes. In the end so worth it. Still searching for more pieces, like I said I'm addicted.
I'm hoping that when I go back to work I can sneak into the music room and play for a few hours here and there. Crossing my fingers on that one. There is a piano in the assembly hall, but I don't want to be heard. I play for my own enjoyment mostly, that and I get incredibly shy when others hear me. I suppose the shyness stems from my need to not be in the spotlight. Mostly though it's for me.
Playing is a way to release. Just simply release. There is that thrill that runs through me when I sit down. The feeling of "it's time to get down to business" and then getting lost in whatever piece it is. I really, really, really want to own my own piano...I'd make space in my apartment for it.
How I miss being able to sit down and touch those ivory keys. Yes, real ivory keys. There is a difference between the plastic they use now and true ivory. No, I'm not supporting killing elephants for their ivory. I'm just saying, there is a distinct difference in how the keys feel. Or, it could just be me. Either way....
So far "Falling Slowly" is coming along. The printer is so low on ink that when I printed the pages the left side was so faded. I spent about 40 minutes at the computer with the pages making sure I could read the notes. In the end so worth it. Still searching for more pieces, like I said I'm addicted.
I'm hoping that when I go back to work I can sneak into the music room and play for a few hours here and there. Crossing my fingers on that one. There is a piano in the assembly hall, but I don't want to be heard. I play for my own enjoyment mostly, that and I get incredibly shy when others hear me. I suppose the shyness stems from my need to not be in the spotlight. Mostly though it's for me.
Playing is a way to release. Just simply release. There is that thrill that runs through me when I sit down. The feeling of "it's time to get down to business" and then getting lost in whatever piece it is. I really, really, really want to own my own piano...I'd make space in my apartment for it.
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