Category Archives: Misadventures

Narcissus

So this past Wednesday was my birthday. Yup, the big 2-3. I stopped receiving or expecting birthday parties and stacks of fancily wrapped gifts around 12 years of age, so even though I love birthdays and having them, they usually end up being a little… meh.

BUT THIS YEAR ROCKED.

My co-workers got me a huge cake with a picture of Ric Flair on it, which I hated/loved. I had a watermelon margarita. My kitties got me a birthday card. Bestest of all… possibly the best birthday present I’ve ever received… Eric got me a brand new Nikon. I stared at it wordlessly for a solid 7 seconds upon unwrapping it. I passionately love photography, and I’ve never owned such an amazing piece of equipment. I mean, I know it’s not a $1,000, top-of-the-top-of-the-line, 1400 megapixel photobot, but it’s better than anything I ever expected to own. It creates beautiful pieces of art.

So naturally I’m itching to take pictures of any- and everything, buttt I’m home alone tonight with the kitties. Granted, pets can make some of the best photos, but they were mostly just napping. So, alright, I admit, I snapped a few of myself.

I’ve always really loved the concept of self-portraiture; the good stuff, I mean, none of that Myspace-angles cell phone profile pic snapping. There’s this one self-portrait I vividly remember of a lady who had always struggled with eating issues staring wild-eyed at the camera, one hand stuffing food into her mouth and the other hand picking at crumbs on a plate in front of her. Very poignant. I also scrolled through the entire Flickr photostream of a lady with serious self image issues who took a photo of herself every day for a whole year. It was beyond words (her Flickr name is Sungazing, in case you would like to take a look).

I, however, am not very photogenic. Too shiny in the face. Awkward. But I decided to just go for it and see what I could come up with. Here are some results:

Please excuse my hairy arm.

Is that a stain on the carpet?

Ok, so not amazing, but not too bad for a first attempt? Right? GUYS??
But I got to thinking, those pictures don’t really tell the viewer anything about the subject.

Yes, this was taken in my bathroom.

Eric is familiar with this expression.

Oh alright, so I took some kitty pictures too.

She knows what this is about


Garden Club, Membership: 1

Okay, so that whole “blogging every day for a year” thing didn’t really work. I ran out of things to write. So judge me!

It’s okay though. I’m back now.

I’ve been overwhelmed lately with the urge to create things. I don’t know where this urge came from exactly; I mean, I know it originates from 18 years of watching my mother knit, sew, crochet, quilt, garden, build a kayak in our living room, paint, scrapbook, cook, bake, make homemade bread and jewelry (including a heart shaped necklace made from the leg bone of a moose she hunted herself… who does that?), and Create Things in just about every form known to man. I’m just not sure why all of a sudden I’ve been itching to pick up at least three of these hobbies, plus a few of my own. Like soap making. Why soap making? I don’t know! I was looking at magazines in Barnes and Nobel the other day and I found a magazine about it! It looked cool! I would like to try my hand at it! Perhaps I could learn to make beautiful, delectably aromatic soaps in my kitchen and then sell them at craft fairs for outrageous prices that people would be not only willing but also excited to pay because my soaps are so beautiful and delectable!

Perhaps!

The problem with soap making and all the other hobbies I’m overcome with the need to pick up is that they tend to come with a stiff price tag. One of the recipes I found in the soap making magazine for a super-fun lip gloss required mica powder. I don’t even know where to get mica powder. I looked for it at Albertson’s the last time I was there. Didn’t see it.

Other products you need to buy to have a successful home soap making business: soap base, jojoba oil, beeswax, bentonite clay, lye. Lye! Lye. I’ve never bought lye, but I’m pretty sure it’s not cheap. Plus you need molds and mixers, special utensils and receptacles, packaging and wrappers, and come on people, I just bought a house! I’m not made of money!

So the soap making is on a back burner right now. As is opening a successful bakery and starting a successful wedding website business.

However! There is one hobby/craft/creative outlet I am committing myself to and before you say “hey, remember the whole “blogging every day for a year” commitment you made, yeah how long did that last,” I would just like to say: no it’s for real this time! I’m going to plant a garden!

My sister and I went to the Dallas Arboretum yesterday for gardening inspiration. Since it’s kind of still February, there wasn’t a whole lot of blooming going on. It was educational though; one garden in particular had a series of tips for gardening in the North Texas climate. I also got some layout and color scheme concept ideas, and my sister and I went halves on a book about gardening in this area.

The tulips had not bloomed.

So despite the fact that I’m the type of person who can underwater a cactus, I’m going to read my little gardening book and go buy some little gardening gloves and try my hand at beautifying the world. Or at least my part of it.

Dead plant pictures to follow.

This will go in my garden as soon as it exists.


22:365 – The Miracle of Dinner

Most nights Eric’s dad, who works from home, takes charge of dinner. Lately he has been traveling a lot for work and when he’s out of town Eric, Eric’s mom and I are left to fend for ourselves. On these occasions Eric, who has Mondays off, will put on his Awkward Chef’s jacket and do the shopping for and preparing of the nightly meal.

It’s pretty much an all-consuming task.

Eric started asking me yesterday what I wanted for dinner tonight. I was basically like, “Umm.. something yummy?” His mom and I had the day off today (Heck yeah, Columbus day!) so the three of us went grocery shopping this afternoon (an outing which is worth its own blog post, but I digress), trying to decide on something tasty for tonight. Unfortunately we had committed the cardinal sin of grocery shopping and eaten beforehand, which meant none of us were hungry and none of us knew what to get. I swear to God we spent 8 solid hours wandering the grocery store shooting down each other’s suggestions. We just had burgers. Didn’t feel like steak. We have pork chops all the time. I don’t want soup. Will somebody just decide? What about breakfast for dinner. Pizza? Nahhhh.

Nothing. Sounded. Good.

It was eventually… finally, sweet Jesus, finally… decided that we would have a chicken dish… but what kind of chicken dish? 10 nah’s, no’s, and nasty!’s later Eric suggested chicken and rice, and so it was that chicken and rice and two cans of cream of celery were purchased. Thus begins the cooking.

Now when I say Eric is the Awkward Chef…. That’s really all that can be said. He generally has a pretty vague idea of what he’s doing, and it’s mostly based on the thought process of “Well, I like this and I like that so maybe if I cook this in that it will be awesome!” The pot with the chicken boiled over and made a huge mess. There was too much water in the rice. We had no idea how long the chicken needed to cook. I was pretty sure the cream of celery was burning onto the cookware. The corn got cold waiting for the rest of the food to be done.

And in the end, it was delicious.

24 hours worth of stress, drama, and preparation for a few moments of zen and tasty food. It sounds cheesy, but I am genuinely grateful for every minute of it. These are the times that we’ll remember years down the road, laughing with each other about how much effort it took to make a simple dinner, and appreciating how worth it it was in the end. Actually, it will probably still be a ton of effort for a simple dinner, and I hope we will still remember to appreciate it all.

Now if you will excuse me, my personal chef made dessert as well. Banana pudding. Yummmm…

Today’s Reading: Sometimes You Get Lucky – Fall Reflections in New England :: The Warped Prism — This is what I grew up seeing. I am homesick.


19:365 – Kitty Rescue Mission

I’m a day behind again! This posting every day thing is way harder than it sounds. I almost went two nights without blogging, too, because tonight has been crazy.

We went out to eat tonight for Eric’s evil grandma’s birthday. When we arrived at the restaurant, there was a cat in the parking lot that was pretty young and obviously starving. It let me pet it, and I could instantly feel the poor little thing’s hip bones. On the way out, armed with a baggy of delicious leftover chicken, we saw the kitty again and I stopped and gave it some chicken which it wolfed down in seconds.

That was pretty much the end for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about the poor thing all the way home. It was basically going to starve to death since, by the look of it, there was either no food in the area or it was a very bad hunter. Not to mention I had no idea where it would find water. Not to mention it was hanging out in a PARKING LOT. With CARS. That would RUN IT OVER.

Got home. Went back out. Retrieved the kitty.

Eric is my hero. Having gone from, one year ago, not even LIKING cats… to dropping everything and driving back out to where we JUST came from to hopefully be able to even find a stray cat that was there 30 minutes ago. It was still there and we baited it with chicken again. To get it into the cat carrier I had to pick the poor thing up, which it really didn’t seem to mind, and force it in… which it did seem to mind. And it didn’t love the ride home. But almost as soon as we got it home and set up in the spare room with a litter box and food and a bed, it started purring and rubbing against us… and didn’t even hide. When I first got Kitty, as I’m pretty sure I mentioned, she hid under a chair for 6 hours.

I am smitten. We’re pretty sure that “it” is actually a “she,” and she is going to a vet first thing in the morning. But she seems healthy, aside from being emaciated. No missing fur, no limp, nothing like that. And she’s a lover.

I just hope she understands the concept of a litter box.