Yesterday Phil and I celebrated our seventh anniversary by doing absolutely nothing. It sort of ruled, but we both wish we could have taken a road trip somewhere. There was talk of going to Tunica to “invest” what little we’ve saved, but I didn’t get out of class until 5:40 last night and we both have to be at work early tomorrow, so any free time we would have would be spent in a car.…
I’ve never been a particularly good loser, so I’ve found myself feeling predictably defeated and discouraged all day. I’ve also found myself feeling angry and deeply resentful toward the people living in this country: their ideals, their “values,” their vision of what our country should be about. I guess I had this grand vision of the American populace as being a hardworking, moderate group devoted to freedom, fairness, prosperity, and hope. I never really bought…
[What does it take?] I feel sick and ashamed, and I’m ready to move to a blue state. Or another country. But I sure don’t want to live among the neanderthals here. Has everyone got plenty of Bibles and coat hangers? It’s going to be a long four years.
[Proclaim eternal victory] Waiting is harder than I thought it would be. I’m cautiously optimistic, which is a definitive Democratic trait. In the meantime, here are some photos from Justin’s Halloween party this weekend that, unfortunately, Phil and I didn’t get to go to. Billy and Chrissy took my camera to capture the unholy hijinks. Chrissy as Princess Diana — post accident. Delightfully offensive, even down to the tire tread on the dress. Billy (right)…
[Sing for absolution] It feels good to come home and get in my sweats and tanktop, light some candles, turn on HGTV for background noise, crack the sliding door and light the jack-o-lantern. I just came off a 39-hour workweek, which will be nice when Friday rolls around (cha-ching!), but it has pretty much rendered me lackadaisical and useless. Today was completely dead at the store. No one shops on Halloween. We’re not allowed to…
[Come on it’s time for something biblical] Tonight work was pretty dead, but a steady stream of costumed kids and their frazzled parents trickled through the store, since apparently mall stores give out candy on Halloween … er … the day before Halloween if it falls on a Sunday. I’m not familiar with either of these customs: early observance or mall trick-or-treating. Having grown up in BFE, I didn’t realize that lazy suburban kids could…
[Just keep on smiling] Yesterday I waltzed into the KUC, comfortable and content, to sign up for my cap and gown. I thought I might take a gander at my campus mail while I was there. Good thing I did, since I got a letter saying I’m one hour short of being able to graduate in December. I held it together until I got in my car, dashed to Cope, and stepped inside some woman’s…
[I want to think what I should know] I voted today. Huzzah!
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about having a baby. Good god no — not me incubating a miniature humanoid in my stomach and birthing it myself! I’ve just been thinking about the barbaric, frightening process of having a baby. I work with a 22-year-old who is due in less than a month, and she’s beginning to get a little skiddish about the final hurrah of the pregnancy, so she’s constantly talking about it with…
Well, it sort of looks like Jack the Pumpkin King (Amber’s suggestion). And here’s a still life of some pumpkin guts: There’s nothing better than digging your hand into the squishy landscape of the interior of a fresh October pumpkin. Maybe some day I’ll feel the same way about digging my hand into the innards of a turkey on Thanksgiving. I’d like to carve another pumpkin before Halloween, this time of the Radiohead death bear.…
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