Now that Labor Day has officially happened, it is now the 'off' season at the beach. This is the first time in all of my 41 years that I was able to experience Memorial Day, July 4th, and Labor Day at the beach and it has been quite the experience. I packed up and left Alexandria and the DC area in Late June, though I had already been staying here in Lewes, DE for a month. During the past 3 months or so, I have met some incredible people and have had some memorable moments during what I have nick named the "Endless Summer." I have also worked through a ton of personal baggage, have learned to run far, far away from anyone and anything that deemed dramatic, as well as find that part of me that needed to re-emerge in full force. Yeah, buckle up kids, I'm back. So, as the kids have headed back to classes, here is a list of what I have learned during my summer at the beach:
1) The beach in Lewes really, truly is my place of respite and quietness.
2) That being said, I easily found myself in old routines of going to the 'hometown' bar every night.
3) That being said, I have also met some awesome and amazing friends because my ass likes to sit on a bar stool and watch Nats games.
4) Boys are dramatic. Period.
5) Men are not. And there, folks, is the difference that I have been searching for throughout the past few years.
6) I was able to see almost all of my cousins, their kids, and aunts & uncles this summer and visit with them and reconnect. Priceless.
7) My parents are the most understanding, patient, giving, supportive, and gracious humans to ever walk this earth.
8) 7 hours on the beach with my toes in the sand and warm sun are the most healing aspects I can ever need at any point...this includes recovering from a hang over...
9) "you can't always get what you want, but sometimes you get what you need." I finally learned to listen to this and now appreciate it more than ever; thanks BB!
10) I'm a nerd and I need to read, a lot.
11) I am actually strong enough to say 'good bye.'
12) I may actually, possibly, not sure, still figuring it out, but willing to give it a try, be able to trust a relationship again.
13) Tenacity is one of the top 3 strengths any human can possess. It always pays off, even if it is not on 'your' timeline. Stay focused on your goals and keep pushing forward through all of the muck and shit that Life challenges you with at every turn.
14) I need more 'alone' time than I ever realized and I now recognize the tells of when that needs to happen.
15) Bar friends are still some of the most amazing people you will meet. They care, genuinely.
16) I still refuse to grow up, but I realized that I do like being an 'adult' way more than I ever imagined.
17) I miss my friends in Old Town more than I thought.
18) I also found out who my true friends are in Old Town after I moved.
19) My nephew is one of the most important people in my life; that became even more apparent this summer.
20) I have been able to see my sister almost every two weeks and even though she's the 'baby' sister, she keeps me grounded and I am forever grateful for every minute that we hang out or talk.
21) Shawn Colvin and David Gray were always favorites. They are now mentors and gods after close to a hundred hours of listening to them on the beach.
22) Owning 'all' of you is hard and painful, but worth it after you face the 'demons.'
23) Sometimes you get stuck in a 'ditch' and you need to ask for help from your closest people. My cousin Josh is still more of a 'brother' to me and we will always be there for each other. Period.
24) Listening to music in the dark on the porch with a cocktail is some of the best down time anyone could ever wish for.
25) I am now a fan of the Bachelor/ Bachelorette/Bachelor in Paradise franchise. Don't judge.
26) I hate people, but I have allowed myself to open up to few amazing individuals who have helped me through this 'great experiment.'
27) Forgive everyone who has hurt you. Not for their sakes, but for yours. Life is much simpler when you do--no one's perfect and Life is hard.
28) With that being said, learn from past mistakes and don't settle for anything less than what makes you happy and feels 'right.'
29) And no, no one 'needs to' or can 'fix you,' 'save you,' or take care of you. The ones that say this all have their own agendas for you and that is suffocating and unnecessary.
30) The ocean is the most powerful and peaceful work of Nature available. Make every moment count when in it's presence.
This summer has been one of the most delightful and frightening experiences of my life, but its kind of funny how everything began to come together at the same time. I will be forever grateful for the support and generosity of my friends and family, all of whom have helped me in so many ways to get through the last few months. This is still the 'great experiment,' but it just may work out and I can keep my toes in the sand year round for the next few years. Drink well, Drink Often, and Be Kind.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Sitting on the Rail
As most of you know, my ass frequently finds itself on a bar stool and has for many years. Due to all of those hours, I have made many an observation and partaken in the great activity of people watching. Some people go to the bar to escape and self medicate, some to watch a game, some for a date, and some for camaraderie after a long day at work. Me? I go to be alone most of the time. See, what I have discovered over the past few years is that really, I am an introvert and because the majority of my jobs have been in customer service where I engage with people, including my staff, all day long, I like my quiet time. Many people will say, "Then why don't you just stay home?" Great question. Honest answer: as my friend Jimmy Cocktail said once, "I don't like people, but I am a herd animal." Yep, that sounds about right. The problem being is this: I don't mind people, what I mind is idiocy, wasteful small talk, and this concept that just because I am a single chick in a bar by myself that I am looking for a hook up or a new friend. Hate to break it to you, folks, but all I want to do is sit quietly, have a few drinks, and watch the game. Here are a few of my pet peeves:
1.) No, simply, no - Just because I am alone and a girl, this does not give you the right to attempt to strike up a conversation, touch me, or buy me a drink. If I wanted any of these things, I would have engaged with you earlier. More importantly, when I clearly give you all of the signs that I do not want any of these said offerings, I'm really not being a bitch or cold; you're just too dumb to recognize that I don't want to talk to you. Also, you are not the most interesting man in the world, so get over your ego that a girl didn't want to 'enjoy your company.'
2.) Sports - It has been made very clear to me that some men have a 'man' sized brain and that only they are capable of understanding a game, be it baseball, football, basketball, hockey, etc. because apparently it is a breaking news flash that I "sure know a lot about sports for a girl." Really?! Thanks Jim Bob for that compliment that I have almost been elevated to your superior mental level. Look, I love sports, and have my entire life, and because I am an inquisitive and somewhat intelligent person, I like to understand the game that I am watching. I also like to gamble, so knowing stats and records helps me to win those $1 bar bets as well as secure some serious bragging rights. Yes, I am a girl and I know sports; now please leave me alone.
3.) Girl Power - I also bask in the moments when there is another alone female on the rail and she wants to bond. Look sister, just because we are both here alone and both possess a vagina and boobs, does not mean that I want to be BFF's. Truly, I don't care that your boyfriend is an asshole, that your mother is crazy, or that the 25yo who just walked into the bar "is so hot!" I just want to watch my game and have a few drinks. If you're looking for Oprah, you sat down next to the wrong chick.
4.) Being a Regular - Since I do spend so many hours on a bar stool, I know my bartenders and have become good friends with some of them. Here's the deal: Yes, I know the bartender. Yes, I know his/her name. No, this will not get you served any faster, nor will it help you to get: a free drink, your game on, or the privilege to call him/her by their name if they did not introduce themselves. The 'industry' is a small, tight knit group and whereas all of my bartenders take care of me, we regulars take care of them. Oh, and just because I am talking to the bartender does not mean that we are dating, and no, I still don't want to talk to you.
5.) Why them? - There are many occasions where I do actually meet interesting, fun people in a bar and I genuinely enjoy the moments of talking ball, books, whatever. When this happens after I have rebuked you, the most interesting man in the world, please don't throw a tantrum; just be an adult and recognize that not every girl wants to hear your story, get your number, or go home with you. If you really want someone to talk to, call your friends or your therapist or just go home to your wife.
6.) Is that your guy? - Ah, yes, the moment where one of male friends, which is the majority of my inner circle, leaves and the guy next to me asks that ice breaker of a question: "Is that your guy?" Well, yes, in a way, I mean he is one of my closest friends. Oh wait! You wanted to know if we're dating? Ha! Apparently I missed that memo that I can only sit next to a guy and talk to him if I'm sleeping with him, or that's the best intro the most interesting man in the world can drum up.
7.) My phone - Let's revisit the heading to this point and highlight the word "My." Because of the logistics of the evening, you, the most interesting man/girl in the world, are seated next to me. Maybe we have said a few words or more than likely, maybe not. Due to the fact that you are 6 inches away from my elbow, as well as the point that I have probably not spoken with you, this does not grant you private detective status to try and read my texts or look at my screen to see whom is texting me. It is rude, it is intrusive, and frankly, it is none of your damn business.
So, yes, I could just stay home and not deal with the above listed annoyances. Really, I am truly not that bitchy, well, maybe I am...anyway, what it comes down to is that I'm choosy about who I want to engage with during my down time. It is really just that simple. In reality though, this list is minuscule compared to the great moments, memories, and friendships that have come from me sitting in a bar, which is why my ass still finds itself on a bar stool. So, friends: Drink well, drink often, and see you on the rail!
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Comes and Goes in Waves
I met Schultzy 5 years ago and I lost him 8 months ago. I took the news of his death pretty hard on that mid-September day and have tried to process the void his loss left in my life. Quite frankly, I have been a little surprised at how much I have missed someone that I only spoke with a few times a month and only got to see once every few months, but we had a bond and a deep appreciation for each other that traversed my marriage, my divorce, his several failed relationships, the loss of the Beages, as well as everyday hurdles and challenges.
I've been at the beach attempting to decompress after what we'll call a challenging year; both professional and personal and have thought of Schultzy every day that I've been here. More puzzling was that I had been missing him several weeks before I arrived here. It's not surprising that I think of him here; he loved the beach and the water as much as I do and found just as much solace and inner peace as I do. So with hours by myself to just think while sitting under my umbrella with my toes in the sand, I began to deconstruct 'him.' And whereas this doesn't mean much to the rest of you, I felt that I needed to give all of my thoughts and feelings a 'voice' and hopefully walk away from this experience a stronger and more settled human concerning him. Here are my random thoughts:
1.) Though we only have one mutual friend, and that is a random connection, we were close and I can stop trying to explain our friendship. It just 'was' and we were always there for each other through good and bad.
2.) I relied on his advice, sense of humor, music, and simply, his being, more than I ever understood. I nick named him "Bio Rhythm Boy" because he would randomly contact me when I was thinking of him or if I needed to talk to him--he got me and had an innate way of knowing when it was important that I have him around for a few, or many as was much of the time, drinks and conversation.
3.) He was a dreamer and reminded me that I am too and that that is a good thing. We randomly met a bar, having a cigarette outside, and discussed Fitzgerald at length. That initial summer of 2010 conversation led to many more at length discussions and literary quotes to try and one up the other. Though some of my favorite memories involved him drunk texting me about his German and Viking heritage; most notably concerning dragons, yes, I said dragons. One morning I texted him about the previous night's conversation and with no apologies on his end, but his explanation, "Sometimes when I get drunk I like to slay dragons." I still smile and laugh when I think of that moment. That sums him up; he was a dreamer, a comedian, and always comfortable being simply him.
4.) He had a great love of music, literature, and the beach. This is where we really connected. I will always think of him when I read the Sun Also Rises and each and every time I put my toes in the sand or board a boat. We used to send each other pictures each time we were on the water or at the beach; I've really struggled with that this trip, which is why I'm writing this.
And most importantly, I remembered to yet again allow the waves and sand heal me. I have stopped trying to stop missing him and have allowed myself to remember him and the 5 years of friendship that we had while I've been sitting on the sand and watching the tides. I may not be able to text or call him, but I know that he would be happy for me that I am here and he would tell me to enjoy it and go to Irish Eyes for the Mahi Mahi and a few drinks.
So my dear, I raise my vodka/soda to your Bacardi and Coke and thank you for each moment that we shared. I hope that you have found your "Winter Dreams" and that you are sailing your beautiful boat each and every day for eternity.
I've been at the beach attempting to decompress after what we'll call a challenging year; both professional and personal and have thought of Schultzy every day that I've been here. More puzzling was that I had been missing him several weeks before I arrived here. It's not surprising that I think of him here; he loved the beach and the water as much as I do and found just as much solace and inner peace as I do. So with hours by myself to just think while sitting under my umbrella with my toes in the sand, I began to deconstruct 'him.' And whereas this doesn't mean much to the rest of you, I felt that I needed to give all of my thoughts and feelings a 'voice' and hopefully walk away from this experience a stronger and more settled human concerning him. Here are my random thoughts:
1.) Though we only have one mutual friend, and that is a random connection, we were close and I can stop trying to explain our friendship. It just 'was' and we were always there for each other through good and bad.
2.) I relied on his advice, sense of humor, music, and simply, his being, more than I ever understood. I nick named him "Bio Rhythm Boy" because he would randomly contact me when I was thinking of him or if I needed to talk to him--he got me and had an innate way of knowing when it was important that I have him around for a few, or many as was much of the time, drinks and conversation.
3.) He was a dreamer and reminded me that I am too and that that is a good thing. We randomly met a bar, having a cigarette outside, and discussed Fitzgerald at length. That initial summer of 2010 conversation led to many more at length discussions and literary quotes to try and one up the other. Though some of my favorite memories involved him drunk texting me about his German and Viking heritage; most notably concerning dragons, yes, I said dragons. One morning I texted him about the previous night's conversation and with no apologies on his end, but his explanation, "Sometimes when I get drunk I like to slay dragons." I still smile and laugh when I think of that moment. That sums him up; he was a dreamer, a comedian, and always comfortable being simply him.
4.) He had a great love of music, literature, and the beach. This is where we really connected. I will always think of him when I read the Sun Also Rises and each and every time I put my toes in the sand or board a boat. We used to send each other pictures each time we were on the water or at the beach; I've really struggled with that this trip, which is why I'm writing this.
And most importantly, I remembered to yet again allow the waves and sand heal me. I have stopped trying to stop missing him and have allowed myself to remember him and the 5 years of friendship that we had while I've been sitting on the sand and watching the tides. I may not be able to text or call him, but I know that he would be happy for me that I am here and he would tell me to enjoy it and go to Irish Eyes for the Mahi Mahi and a few drinks.
So my dear, I raise my vodka/soda to your Bacardi and Coke and thank you for each moment that we shared. I hope that you have found your "Winter Dreams" and that you are sailing your beautiful boat each and every day for eternity.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Changes and all that rot
2014 has been an interesting year so far, and as most of you know, my life is never dull. January and February were spent just trying to deal with the winter blues and heading to Caps games. March, well, March is usually a blur. Parade Day in Old Town, friend's & family birthdays, St. Patrick's Day, and then my birthday. We have bestowed the grand title of "The Month of Debauchery" on the third month of the year and this year was no different. March also saw me saying good-bye to Graycie Allen after 18 years.
An odd thing happened around my birthday. I finally recognized some of those difficult life lessons that I knew were there, but did not have the balls to accept. I remember when my Dad turned 40 and years later him telling me that 40 is great. As kids do, I doubted him and continued to forge my own, albeit rocky, road ahead.
Dad was right.
It has been a rough few years with constant life changes, disappointments, and successes. I consistently questioned life and myself, and somewhere along the way, forgot what it was like to be me. And then April and May ushered in warmer temps and new perspectives. I began to think that just maybe, life would even out and I could take a moment to catch my breath.
No, I was wrong.
Three weeks ago saw me resign my 'dream job' and I found myself facing financial and career uncertainty. It was one of the most liberating days in the past 5 years of my life. For the first time, I was not bound to a husband nor a job and I had every adventure laid out in front of me. I called my Dad and my closest friends and family to let them know and began networking the very next day. Several offers came quickly and within days, I accepted a brand new position at a fantastic start-up. Done.
Here is what I have (FINALLY) learned:
-There are no fairy tales!
Repeat, there are no fairy tales in life. They are just that, tales. Life is hard, in fact, it is an absolute bitch at times. We are not handed dreamy relationships and jobs; we have to work at them, a lot. We have to make our own happy endings, not rely on the 'story' of how they came about and coast through retelling the magical tale to others and ourselves. Yeah folks, it took me 40 years to figure that one out. I may be intelligent, I'm just not exactly smart sometimes.
-Change is not only inevitable, it is actually good.
I never had a problem with changes that were beyond my control, but change that needed to come from within is where I have struggled. I attribute this to my Irish stubbornness and work ethic that I can make anything happen and can fix everything and anything. Yeah, I was pretty wrong about that too. After experiencing several situations that literally sucked the soul from me, I have now learned to recognize the 'tells' of when it is time to get out and move on. Sooner is better than later. Period.
-Fuck regret! (and it's ok to fail)
To segue from the previous point, I have also stayed too long in unhealthy moments because I was afraid of regretting walking away too soon. Fuck that. Life does not come with a handbook and along the way, I am guaranteed to make mistakes, which I have made plenty, and I have finally learned that I will make decisions that I may regret, but that they are a part of the learning process. I just have to be bold enough to accept the lessons and learn from them. I give myself a C+ for that over 40 years. As a Type A person, I plan to improve that grade over the next few years. Also, as a Type A person, I have to recognize that if I fail at something, I am not a failure. The situation and or timing or both, was just not right and I need to observe, learn, start again, and move on.
-Never lose 'you.'
I have a fairly, well let's just say, interesting dichotomy within me. I also seem to offer fantastic advice, yet sometimes forget that I need to listen to myself. Which is difficult to do at times when you forget what makes you, well, you. I have always wanted to fix everything for everyone and after a while, that idiotic thought process has made me resentful and at times, non-functioning. When I have my shit together, I am a pretty badass person who is smart, funny, and a force to be reckoned with. Key phrase: when I have my shit together, ie: I know who I am. It has been a 'fun' road over the past few months to get back to that place.
With turning 40 and the major change of jobs, I actually feel pretty damn great! I have opened myself up to new challenges and for the first time in a long time, I feel ready for new adventures, even if they don't work out. Most of this is obvious to all of you, I on the other hand, am a little late to the party. But that's ok. To relay a quote from the show Mr. Selfridge, "The past is just history." Yes, yes it is and it is my history to learn from and not look back on with doubt or feelings of regret.
I hope that all of you are well and enjoying life with a few tasty adult beverages!
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Bah Humbug
It's that time of year when everyone is compiling their Top Ten lists for albums of the year. While I enjoy reading these intensive, inclusive and exclusive offerings of opinions, I wanted to add a twist on this day of presents, pajamas and poinsettias. After the past year and a half of major life changes and emotional roller coasters, I have done everything I can to avoid the holiday spirit this year. I'm tired and worn out. So as I sit here with my mug of coffee and trolling Facebook, I am staring this holiday in the face and offering my Top Ten list of my favorite Christmas songs paired with my Top Ten favorite beverages to try and make my Grinch heart grow three sizes too big. Happy Christmas to all!
10.) Christmas Time is Here-Vince Guaraldi Trio / Manhattan: This quintessential classic song from a very poignant and timeless Peanuts Christmas special still evokes a warmth and quiet found only in the innocence of childhood. The opening soft percussion reminiscent of youthful shuffling through snow, contrasted with the adult slow jazz piano allows this song to carry on for decades and see us through the transitions of age. I pair this song with the classic Manhattan cocktail while sitting with the living room lights out, tree lights lit and in front of a fireplace after a long Christmas day.
9.) Mele Kelikimaka- Bing Crosby / Mimosa: I didn't find this song until my mid-twenties and started my Christmas morning for several years listening to the bouncy lyrics and Bing's crisp, yet smooth voice. I still smile when I hear it. Chris Isaak performs an admirable rendition on his Christmas album, but Bing's is still my favorite. I pair this fun song with a Mimosa to start the day off in a light hearted, adult fashion.
8.) Jingle Bell Rock - Bobby Helms or Hall & Oates / Bourbon: This was always one of my favorite songs to listen to on vinyl when we would decorate the Christmas tree at my mom's house. The original version by Bobby Helms would crack along with the turn table needle and has that good ol' rock and roll feel. Hall & Oates covered the song, but I give them equal standing for Darryl Hall's soulful, fun throwback imitation of the original that reminds me of my Philly roots. I pair this irresistible toe tapping song with Bourbon. Whether in your nog or neat, this smooth and slightly sweet brown liquor brings on a warm smile while swaying in your chair to the beat and watching the snow fall.
7.) Baby, It's Cold Outside - Dean Martin / Martini: Ah, the Rat Pack. Who can resist Deano pleading his case for a one night stand? The duet of banter and coy lyrics camouflaged, though not effectively, as sincere care always makes me laugh. The only allowed pairing for this song is a classic dirty Gin Martini. And Deano, one more drink and cigarette and I just may think about staying.
6.) Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy - Bing Crosby & David Bowie / Red Wine: This song makes most people's Top Ten list and for good reason. The duet of old and young, the beauty of the rich depth of their voices together accompanied by a genuine emotion from both singers brings on a desire to want to believe in the message, if even for just one minute. I pair this song with a glass of bold, red wine to highlight the fullness of the emotion from the song, their voices and the warmth of listening to this track at a quiet moment of peace during the holiday season.
5.) My Christmas Card To You - Partridge Family / Champagne: First of all, Don't Judge. I grew up listening to this song on vinyl and whereas my mother enjoyed the album, she would indulge my repeated and well, lots of repeated plays. This 70s bubble gum pop group opens up their holiday album with this song and David Cassidy always makes me believe that his 'simple wish to me, my family, neighbors and friends' is true. The mix of 70s pop, simplicity and recognition of tradition, especially while heard on vinyl, takes on a life of its own for all 2:34. It's simple, it's cheesy and it's not Christmas for me until I hear it. Champagne is the pairing for this song due to the bubbly nature of the sparkling beverage and the simplicity that it can stand on its own.
4.) All I Want for Christmas is You - Mariah Carey / Kettle, soda, lemon: Again, don't judge. From the sparse opening bells to Mariah's basic wish for her man to be at her door on Christmas morning, I am addicted to this song. It is a basic pop song, but Christmas themed and I own it. As this song is overly laden with sap and teenage girl desire, I pair this song with the crisp JHC go-to of Kettle One and club soda with a lemon to cut the dripping saccharin sentiment.
3.) Christmas Wrapping - The Waitresses / Shit, cheap beer: This song carries a ton of great memories for me, mostly in my early and mid-twenties, and who can resist an 80s song with horns? More relevantly, I finally appreciated the lyrics of 'but I think I'll miss this one this year.' The other aspect that gets me with this song is that I convinced myself that fairy tales don't exist, and yet this song always pokes me with the possibility of finding that magical moment. In honor of when this song was on constant rotation in my twenties, I pair this over played, but now a standard Christmas song with a basic, no flavor, mass produced American shit, cheap beer. Crack a Bud Light and dance around your Christmas tree!
2.) Happy Xmas (war is over) - John & Yoko / Wookey Jack: We all become reflective during the holiday season and the message of this song resonates with an inclusivity for all people and the basic need to be kind and for peace. Whenever I take the moment to actually sit and listen to the lyrics, I am reminded that there are greater issues in the universe and John's plea for peace warms my black heart. One of the only other things to warm my black heart is Wookey Jack Black Rye IPA from Firestone Walker Brewery. Pour a pint, reflect and smile. Cheers!
1.) Fairytale of New York - The Pogues with Kirsty MacColl / 7 & 7: I could write a thesis about this song and still never convey what this song means to me and how much I adore the artists, lyrics, and characters. The raw honesty and humour brilliantly executed by Shane Macgowan, only to by matched by Kirsty MacColl's strength, takes this song from a modern Christmas Carol to an actual story about life. As I sit and listen to it now, the reality of aging hits home with the fact that Shane is pretty banged up these days and Kirsty passed away entirely too young in a boating accident off of Mexico while recovering from her divorce. This song takes the Number One spot for it's humour, rawness, emotions and realistic portrayal of the holidays and love. The pairing is, of course, with my favorite holiday classic beverage of a 7 & 7.
Honorable Mentions: Johnny Mathis, Frank Sinatra, and Harry Connick, Jr.
Cheers to all of you and may your holiday season be filled with peace, togetherness and as always, a tasty adult beverage.
10.) Christmas Time is Here-Vince Guaraldi Trio / Manhattan: This quintessential classic song from a very poignant and timeless Peanuts Christmas special still evokes a warmth and quiet found only in the innocence of childhood. The opening soft percussion reminiscent of youthful shuffling through snow, contrasted with the adult slow jazz piano allows this song to carry on for decades and see us through the transitions of age. I pair this song with the classic Manhattan cocktail while sitting with the living room lights out, tree lights lit and in front of a fireplace after a long Christmas day.
9.) Mele Kelikimaka- Bing Crosby / Mimosa: I didn't find this song until my mid-twenties and started my Christmas morning for several years listening to the bouncy lyrics and Bing's crisp, yet smooth voice. I still smile when I hear it. Chris Isaak performs an admirable rendition on his Christmas album, but Bing's is still my favorite. I pair this fun song with a Mimosa to start the day off in a light hearted, adult fashion.
8.) Jingle Bell Rock - Bobby Helms or Hall & Oates / Bourbon: This was always one of my favorite songs to listen to on vinyl when we would decorate the Christmas tree at my mom's house. The original version by Bobby Helms would crack along with the turn table needle and has that good ol' rock and roll feel. Hall & Oates covered the song, but I give them equal standing for Darryl Hall's soulful, fun throwback imitation of the original that reminds me of my Philly roots. I pair this irresistible toe tapping song with Bourbon. Whether in your nog or neat, this smooth and slightly sweet brown liquor brings on a warm smile while swaying in your chair to the beat and watching the snow fall.
7.) Baby, It's Cold Outside - Dean Martin / Martini: Ah, the Rat Pack. Who can resist Deano pleading his case for a one night stand? The duet of banter and coy lyrics camouflaged, though not effectively, as sincere care always makes me laugh. The only allowed pairing for this song is a classic dirty Gin Martini. And Deano, one more drink and cigarette and I just may think about staying.
6.) Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy - Bing Crosby & David Bowie / Red Wine: This song makes most people's Top Ten list and for good reason. The duet of old and young, the beauty of the rich depth of their voices together accompanied by a genuine emotion from both singers brings on a desire to want to believe in the message, if even for just one minute. I pair this song with a glass of bold, red wine to highlight the fullness of the emotion from the song, their voices and the warmth of listening to this track at a quiet moment of peace during the holiday season.
5.) My Christmas Card To You - Partridge Family / Champagne: First of all, Don't Judge. I grew up listening to this song on vinyl and whereas my mother enjoyed the album, she would indulge my repeated and well, lots of repeated plays. This 70s bubble gum pop group opens up their holiday album with this song and David Cassidy always makes me believe that his 'simple wish to me, my family, neighbors and friends' is true. The mix of 70s pop, simplicity and recognition of tradition, especially while heard on vinyl, takes on a life of its own for all 2:34. It's simple, it's cheesy and it's not Christmas for me until I hear it. Champagne is the pairing for this song due to the bubbly nature of the sparkling beverage and the simplicity that it can stand on its own.
4.) All I Want for Christmas is You - Mariah Carey / Kettle, soda, lemon: Again, don't judge. From the sparse opening bells to Mariah's basic wish for her man to be at her door on Christmas morning, I am addicted to this song. It is a basic pop song, but Christmas themed and I own it. As this song is overly laden with sap and teenage girl desire, I pair this song with the crisp JHC go-to of Kettle One and club soda with a lemon to cut the dripping saccharin sentiment.
3.) Christmas Wrapping - The Waitresses / Shit, cheap beer: This song carries a ton of great memories for me, mostly in my early and mid-twenties, and who can resist an 80s song with horns? More relevantly, I finally appreciated the lyrics of 'but I think I'll miss this one this year.' The other aspect that gets me with this song is that I convinced myself that fairy tales don't exist, and yet this song always pokes me with the possibility of finding that magical moment. In honor of when this song was on constant rotation in my twenties, I pair this over played, but now a standard Christmas song with a basic, no flavor, mass produced American shit, cheap beer. Crack a Bud Light and dance around your Christmas tree!
2.) Happy Xmas (war is over) - John & Yoko / Wookey Jack: We all become reflective during the holiday season and the message of this song resonates with an inclusivity for all people and the basic need to be kind and for peace. Whenever I take the moment to actually sit and listen to the lyrics, I am reminded that there are greater issues in the universe and John's plea for peace warms my black heart. One of the only other things to warm my black heart is Wookey Jack Black Rye IPA from Firestone Walker Brewery. Pour a pint, reflect and smile. Cheers!
1.) Fairytale of New York - The Pogues with Kirsty MacColl / 7 & 7: I could write a thesis about this song and still never convey what this song means to me and how much I adore the artists, lyrics, and characters. The raw honesty and humour brilliantly executed by Shane Macgowan, only to by matched by Kirsty MacColl's strength, takes this song from a modern Christmas Carol to an actual story about life. As I sit and listen to it now, the reality of aging hits home with the fact that Shane is pretty banged up these days and Kirsty passed away entirely too young in a boating accident off of Mexico while recovering from her divorce. This song takes the Number One spot for it's humour, rawness, emotions and realistic portrayal of the holidays and love. The pairing is, of course, with my favorite holiday classic beverage of a 7 & 7.
Honorable Mentions: Johnny Mathis, Frank Sinatra, and Harry Connick, Jr.
Cheers to all of you and may your holiday season be filled with peace, togetherness and as always, a tasty adult beverage.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Minutes, Moments & Decades
Well folks, it's been a while. As most of you know, a lot has changed in my little world in the past few months. Christian and I decided that it was time to take separate paths and I moved out in the beginning of December. To say that it has been an adjustment is an understatement and there are days, like today, where life itself and the responsibilities of my job seem insurmountable, and well quite frankly, fucking overwhelming.
Besides the actual split, it's been the little things in life like having wi-fi/cable at home, toe nail clippers, a dining room table & chairs, tools to put together said dining room table and chairs, couches that fit into my new apartment, etc. that have really taken a toll on my nerves. When I moved out, I moved into a temporary apartment that was generously offered to me--which I will be forever grateful for the space! However, moving twice in six weeks, dealing with everything else, well, I'm only human and well, as I've been told recently, have made me slightly bitchy and moody at times. Yeah, I'll own it. I'm sure I have had moments of complete snappishness and insanity, but wait, there will be more to come. But really, it's starting all over again at almost 39 and the adjustments, emotionally and physically, and the financial fear of having no backup that keep me up at night.
So, I have turned to my dear friends, old and new, some that I didn't expect and others that I knew would be there and have been through every other life altering event with me. I also have an awesome roommate, 2 of the world's greatest best friends and a community of family, friends and work family--all of whom tolerate my roller coaster, kick me in the ass when needed and make me laugh. I have also, as always, wrapped myself in music. I have to admit that right now you never know whether you're going to hear Dr. Dre or Civil Wars or Elvis Costello, but I embrace all of it and need to lean on each and every beat and lyric.
Really, I can't wait to be able to slow down enough to read again--I miss my books! or get caught up on all of my addictive HBO series and Downtown Abbey; I just don't have the patience at this moment, but I'm looking forward to that day soon. As much as my ass loves a bar stool, I'm looking forward to staying home and making dinner again. In other words, I just want to breathe.
So in typical JHC style, here are my Top 10 artists that have been on my playlists for the past few months:
1.) The Lumineers: This album has been a crutch for almost a year and I cannot wait to see them in concert this week.
2.) Carbon Leaf: Every album, all of the time, no matter where I'm at in life, these guys get it.
3.) Blue October: Great listens when I want to slam someone's head through a wall or cry myself to sleep. There is so much raw emotion & passion and gorgeous arrangements that happen all at once.
4.) Dr. Dre/ Snooop: Chronic 2001...nuff said
5.) Ray Lamontagne: amazing voice and amazing lyrics--each and every album
6.) Dawes: they just get better with each listen. Amazing lyrics and perspectives on life and each minute situation.
7.) Frank Sinatra/Dean Martin: few things make me smile like listening to Frank on a Saturday morning.
8.)Beatles: I grew up with them and still keep them on my ipod.
9.) JD McPherson: love the throwback, rockabilly sound and they are amazing live. It's the rawness of "Signs and Signifiers" that made me love them back at XPoNential Fest in July.
10.)Guster: the sarcasm, the simplicity, the dreams
So kids, there you go. A Readers Digest update and my trivial venting. It'll be ok; it always is. Just takes some time and patience, neither of which I'm good at handling. I hope to catch up with all of you soon and now that I again have internet at home (thank fucking god!) I hope to write more and find that off- center centeredness that is my usual home.
Besides the actual split, it's been the little things in life like having wi-fi/cable at home, toe nail clippers, a dining room table & chairs, tools to put together said dining room table and chairs, couches that fit into my new apartment, etc. that have really taken a toll on my nerves. When I moved out, I moved into a temporary apartment that was generously offered to me--which I will be forever grateful for the space! However, moving twice in six weeks, dealing with everything else, well, I'm only human and well, as I've been told recently, have made me slightly bitchy and moody at times. Yeah, I'll own it. I'm sure I have had moments of complete snappishness and insanity, but wait, there will be more to come. But really, it's starting all over again at almost 39 and the adjustments, emotionally and physically, and the financial fear of having no backup that keep me up at night.
So, I have turned to my dear friends, old and new, some that I didn't expect and others that I knew would be there and have been through every other life altering event with me. I also have an awesome roommate, 2 of the world's greatest best friends and a community of family, friends and work family--all of whom tolerate my roller coaster, kick me in the ass when needed and make me laugh. I have also, as always, wrapped myself in music. I have to admit that right now you never know whether you're going to hear Dr. Dre or Civil Wars or Elvis Costello, but I embrace all of it and need to lean on each and every beat and lyric.
Really, I can't wait to be able to slow down enough to read again--I miss my books! or get caught up on all of my addictive HBO series and Downtown Abbey; I just don't have the patience at this moment, but I'm looking forward to that day soon. As much as my ass loves a bar stool, I'm looking forward to staying home and making dinner again. In other words, I just want to breathe.
So in typical JHC style, here are my Top 10 artists that have been on my playlists for the past few months:
1.) The Lumineers: This album has been a crutch for almost a year and I cannot wait to see them in concert this week.
2.) Carbon Leaf: Every album, all of the time, no matter where I'm at in life, these guys get it.
3.) Blue October: Great listens when I want to slam someone's head through a wall or cry myself to sleep. There is so much raw emotion & passion and gorgeous arrangements that happen all at once.
4.) Dr. Dre/ Snooop: Chronic 2001...nuff said
5.) Ray Lamontagne: amazing voice and amazing lyrics--each and every album
6.) Dawes: they just get better with each listen. Amazing lyrics and perspectives on life and each minute situation.
7.) Frank Sinatra/Dean Martin: few things make me smile like listening to Frank on a Saturday morning.
8.)Beatles: I grew up with them and still keep them on my ipod.
9.) JD McPherson: love the throwback, rockabilly sound and they are amazing live. It's the rawness of "Signs and Signifiers" that made me love them back at XPoNential Fest in July.
10.)Guster: the sarcasm, the simplicity, the dreams
So kids, there you go. A Readers Digest update and my trivial venting. It'll be ok; it always is. Just takes some time and patience, neither of which I'm good at handling. I hope to catch up with all of you soon and now that I again have internet at home (thank fucking god!) I hope to write more and find that off- center centeredness that is my usual home.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Vernacular
Happy Monday! Yeah, I know, it's an oxymoron, but as it is my day off, just humor me. After another crazy busy weekend at work, hosting hordes of craft beer seekers and drinkers, it's kinda nice to just sit at my kitchen table and dump my brain onto the page to amuse all 40 of you readers. So, here are some trivial observations over the past week (or maybe 2 weeks--the days have all run into another at this point.):
One of my co-workers pointed out to me this week that when asked a question, I number my responses. Well, yeah, I do. And here's why:
1.) I like to completely justify, verify, clarify or any other "-fy" my answers.
2.) As quirky as I am, and Squirrel, I am logic based and typically, there are at least 2 reasons/answers to a presented question.
3.) Due to the quirk and the squirrel, I tend to digress and get lost in some new point and forget the original question. The numbering of my responses at least attempts to keep me on track.
However, more interestingly, after working with me for almost 2 straight weeks, guess who started to number his responses? Yeah, I'm such a damn trend setter and well, c'mon I am just that cool (read sarcasm font here.)
Also, when it comes to language, specifically dialects and accents, I'm a damn sponge. But along the way, I have also picked up other's phrases. Well, one of my other co-workers picked up one of my frequently used phrases this week....and for some of you out there, no, it was not "Fuck My Life." which is a favorite amongst the JHC library. No, it's "Great Googily Moogily!" Yep, benign, even "G" rated (see I can actually say something without using 'Fuck.')
It's been stated that imitation is a form of flattery, eh, maybe. I see it as more of a gelling of personalities and the creation of inside jokes, which isn't that just a part of solidifying a bond?! Whether co-worker, friendship, relationship or any other moment when humans bond, we tend to adopt other's gestures, phrases, tastes, etc. And simply, I think we find something that we like and we take it and incorporate it into our lives. Several examples:
1.) Shit to My Ass: a former co-worker and adorable good friend said this. After working & hanging out with him for years, I adopted it & it morphed into "Shite to me arse." Yep, I still say it--16 years later.
2.) Holy Hannah: A former riding student and friend got me saying this one. Part of why I think I picked it up was the fact that my "G" & "PG" rated phrases were lacking--they still are.
3.)Water: Who knew such a basic word could cause such an up roar? When I was a freshman at PSU, my accent was ripped apart--mainly for the word "water." Yeah, being from the Philly area, I grew up calling it 'wooder.' I adopted the more mainstream version and say 'water' now and have for 20 years. Funny side note though (here's my squirrel moment): the same co-worker who has had so much fun calling to attention my numbering of thoughts, is from Philly as well, which I knew immediately due to his pronunciation of 'wooder.' So go ahead, friend, and make fun of my numbering of answers, as I will call out each and every moment of 'wooder.'..and each time you number your answers.
Enjoy the week, kids! Drink well, love well, and smile.
One of my co-workers pointed out to me this week that when asked a question, I number my responses. Well, yeah, I do. And here's why:
1.) I like to completely justify, verify, clarify or any other "-fy" my answers.
2.) As quirky as I am, and Squirrel, I am logic based and typically, there are at least 2 reasons/answers to a presented question.
3.) Due to the quirk and the squirrel, I tend to digress and get lost in some new point and forget the original question. The numbering of my responses at least attempts to keep me on track.
However, more interestingly, after working with me for almost 2 straight weeks, guess who started to number his responses? Yeah, I'm such a damn trend setter and well, c'mon I am just that cool (read sarcasm font here.)
Also, when it comes to language, specifically dialects and accents, I'm a damn sponge. But along the way, I have also picked up other's phrases. Well, one of my other co-workers picked up one of my frequently used phrases this week....and for some of you out there, no, it was not "Fuck My Life." which is a favorite amongst the JHC library. No, it's "Great Googily Moogily!" Yep, benign, even "G" rated (see I can actually say something without using 'Fuck.')
It's been stated that imitation is a form of flattery, eh, maybe. I see it as more of a gelling of personalities and the creation of inside jokes, which isn't that just a part of solidifying a bond?! Whether co-worker, friendship, relationship or any other moment when humans bond, we tend to adopt other's gestures, phrases, tastes, etc. And simply, I think we find something that we like and we take it and incorporate it into our lives. Several examples:
1.) Shit to My Ass: a former co-worker and adorable good friend said this. After working & hanging out with him for years, I adopted it & it morphed into "Shite to me arse." Yep, I still say it--16 years later.
2.) Holy Hannah: A former riding student and friend got me saying this one. Part of why I think I picked it up was the fact that my "G" & "PG" rated phrases were lacking--they still are.
3.)Water: Who knew such a basic word could cause such an up roar? When I was a freshman at PSU, my accent was ripped apart--mainly for the word "water." Yeah, being from the Philly area, I grew up calling it 'wooder.' I adopted the more mainstream version and say 'water' now and have for 20 years. Funny side note though (here's my squirrel moment): the same co-worker who has had so much fun calling to attention my numbering of thoughts, is from Philly as well, which I knew immediately due to his pronunciation of 'wooder.' So go ahead, friend, and make fun of my numbering of answers, as I will call out each and every moment of 'wooder.'..and each time you number your answers.
Enjoy the week, kids! Drink well, love well, and smile.
Friday, February 10, 2012
IPA, Diet Coke, Oreo's and Marlboro Lights
So, well, I've been a little busy. Part of that voluntary, part involuntary, but happy all the same. I've been reading F. Scott Fitzgerald's letters, which I downloaded through my Kindle (yeah, I sold out...only because it was a kick ass gift, but I'm so addicted to the instant literature gratification) and there's a part of me that has fallen more in love with him and then there's the part that wants to smack him in the head and tell him that Zelda was the biggest mistake in his life. There are people who say that it was alcohol that ruined him and I call "Bullshit." Yeah, he was an alcoholic, so what?! So are/were many a great author, including Hemingway (ahem) and somehow it's just not the same issue. What I really take issue with is way the compilation is put together. We all know that Scott liked his drink, but this piece really highlights not only his own insecurity about other's opinions about his habits, but goes to great lengths in which to let the average reader understand through carefully placed letters that Scott was an alcoholic. Well, he was. Who gives a shit?! He wrote some of the most outstanding, innovative and beautiful prose to ever grace a page, much less a novel. Go ahead, argue with me about that one...
Point being, after reading this "book" and feeling bitter towards its author for basically lambasting Fitzgerald for his ways, though not his choice in women (stupid, stupid boy!) and then dealing with the entire Joe Paterno scandal, quite frankly, as always, I'm fed up with labels.
Paterno did more for PSU as an academic institution and as an NCAA coach than any other individual that I've read about, met, or heard of. Yeah, COULD he have done more--fucking of course. But, lest we forget that he was also of a much different generation where this heinous shit just didn't happen (in his world) and I truly believe that the man just could not wrap his brain around the accusations that were brought to him. And yeah, I have to take a minute and chat about that...everything that was told to him was hearsay. And really, Sandusky (though I think that he's guilty) is still going through legal proceedings and these are still technically allegations.
I guess my point, and I do have many right now, is that there are grey areas and that we are all humans--good and bad and that the space between is not always pretty, romantic and cinematic or even beautifully written, but real-simply real. Grotesque, heinous, beautiful or some one else's fantasy...but real and grey, not black and white and we all influence someone else--the scale is just contextual.
Life is not this meadow of untouched wildflowers or night skies full of stars that hold our dreams, but it is simply life--good,bad, indifferent, grey. What makes it beautiful (yeah, that's a beautiful piece of prose) are the authors, musicians, artists, friends, moments, and people whom we fall in love with, rationally or irrationally, and give or take a piece of ourselves in which to smile, cry or hurt or laugh and remember that we are only here for but a brief time. It is all of this that makes Life tolerable, liveable, and worth each and every moment on this planet and in our existence. And Joe Paterno and F. Scott Fitzgerald have made my life better. Period.
I don't mean to take anything away from the fact that Scott was a drunk or that Zelda was severely mentally depressed and dealt with other challenges. Nor, by any means, do I take anything away from the victims of the Sandusky scandal--if all allegations are true, than may the victims somehow find peace and normalcy in their lives of which was robbed from them by a truly evil and sick man. But really, this is a tribute to 2 men who have given more to me than they would've ever known and for that I am grateful and well, protective of their legacies. Everytime I attempt to craft a short story or keep chipping away at my novel, it's Fitzgerald that comes to mind--his beautiful prose and complete, yet sparse details of moments and characters. Paterno represents a piece of PSU that is so near and dear to me (yeah, that school means more to me than some people do..deal with it)-- his leadership with the football program, no bullshit ways with reporters, continual support (financial and otherwise) support of PSU and general overall love for ALL of its students, the campus and its legacy ( in other words right now, fuck the Board of Trustees--yes, they're assholes.) all inspired me to drive up to State College for his viewing, just to say "Thanks Joe." And yes, I cried when I walked passed the casket.
I used to see Joe every Mon, Wed, Fri on the way to one of my classes and invariably I was late (shocking!) and we would pass each other around the Lion Shrine (I really let out a good sob there while up for the viewing...I also gave the Lion a great beer when I was there) and I would wave and he'd say "hey" or "good morning" or "late again"...I was a 27 yo continuing ed student, not a football player, not a member of Greek life, not a possible big donor, just Jenn with my coffee, cigarette and cell phone and just trying to get to class... and Joe gave a shit. That's why I love Joe Paterno and that's why my heart broke in November and that's why I drove up to PSU and back in one day to say 'thanks.' He was a great man who became the media scape goat and while I don't excuse his inactions, I will never forget and will always be grateful for his progressive actions with my school.
I don't know...maybe because it's February (my least favorite month), maybe because I'm turning 38, maybe it's because I'm fucking happy with myself and my little life, but I take this shit seriously and like to say "thanks"...yes, even to dead people--they deserve it. But, I guess more importantly, always look at those grey areas and always be open to the fact that it's ok that you can love the not so perfect people and they have the ability to greatly influence you--I'm a better person for doing so.
Point being, after reading this "book" and feeling bitter towards its author for basically lambasting Fitzgerald for his ways, though not his choice in women (stupid, stupid boy!) and then dealing with the entire Joe Paterno scandal, quite frankly, as always, I'm fed up with labels.
Paterno did more for PSU as an academic institution and as an NCAA coach than any other individual that I've read about, met, or heard of. Yeah, COULD he have done more--fucking of course. But, lest we forget that he was also of a much different generation where this heinous shit just didn't happen (in his world) and I truly believe that the man just could not wrap his brain around the accusations that were brought to him. And yeah, I have to take a minute and chat about that...everything that was told to him was hearsay. And really, Sandusky (though I think that he's guilty) is still going through legal proceedings and these are still technically allegations.
I guess my point, and I do have many right now, is that there are grey areas and that we are all humans--good and bad and that the space between is not always pretty, romantic and cinematic or even beautifully written, but real-simply real. Grotesque, heinous, beautiful or some one else's fantasy...but real and grey, not black and white and we all influence someone else--the scale is just contextual.
Life is not this meadow of untouched wildflowers or night skies full of stars that hold our dreams, but it is simply life--good,bad, indifferent, grey. What makes it beautiful (yeah, that's a beautiful piece of prose) are the authors, musicians, artists, friends, moments, and people whom we fall in love with, rationally or irrationally, and give or take a piece of ourselves in which to smile, cry or hurt or laugh and remember that we are only here for but a brief time. It is all of this that makes Life tolerable, liveable, and worth each and every moment on this planet and in our existence. And Joe Paterno and F. Scott Fitzgerald have made my life better. Period.
I don't mean to take anything away from the fact that Scott was a drunk or that Zelda was severely mentally depressed and dealt with other challenges. Nor, by any means, do I take anything away from the victims of the Sandusky scandal--if all allegations are true, than may the victims somehow find peace and normalcy in their lives of which was robbed from them by a truly evil and sick man. But really, this is a tribute to 2 men who have given more to me than they would've ever known and for that I am grateful and well, protective of their legacies. Everytime I attempt to craft a short story or keep chipping away at my novel, it's Fitzgerald that comes to mind--his beautiful prose and complete, yet sparse details of moments and characters. Paterno represents a piece of PSU that is so near and dear to me (yeah, that school means more to me than some people do..deal with it)-- his leadership with the football program, no bullshit ways with reporters, continual support (financial and otherwise) support of PSU and general overall love for ALL of its students, the campus and its legacy ( in other words right now, fuck the Board of Trustees--yes, they're assholes.) all inspired me to drive up to State College for his viewing, just to say "Thanks Joe." And yes, I cried when I walked passed the casket.
I used to see Joe every Mon, Wed, Fri on the way to one of my classes and invariably I was late (shocking!) and we would pass each other around the Lion Shrine (I really let out a good sob there while up for the viewing...I also gave the Lion a great beer when I was there) and I would wave and he'd say "hey" or "good morning" or "late again"...I was a 27 yo continuing ed student, not a football player, not a member of Greek life, not a possible big donor, just Jenn with my coffee, cigarette and cell phone and just trying to get to class... and Joe gave a shit. That's why I love Joe Paterno and that's why my heart broke in November and that's why I drove up to PSU and back in one day to say 'thanks.' He was a great man who became the media scape goat and while I don't excuse his inactions, I will never forget and will always be grateful for his progressive actions with my school.
I don't know...maybe because it's February (my least favorite month), maybe because I'm turning 38, maybe it's because I'm fucking happy with myself and my little life, but I take this shit seriously and like to say "thanks"...yes, even to dead people--they deserve it. But, I guess more importantly, always look at those grey areas and always be open to the fact that it's ok that you can love the not so perfect people and they have the ability to greatly influence you--I'm a better person for doing so.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Beer, Smokes & Books
It's been a little while since the last post and a lot has been going on in the world of JHC. And a lot will be changing. So here is the highlights reel of the past 2 months:
1.) New Job: As most of you know, I now work at Port City Brewing. It's a great place to work with great people and great world class beer. So yeah, I have an awesome work environment and deal with an awesome product. It's been a long time coming and I am quite excited about the future.
2.) Football: A few posts back, I railed on the NFL. I still do, but it's been a great season so far with surprises, key injuries, and dramatic wins and losses. I'll keep it on the tele for the rest of the season.
3.) SportsNight: A friend had told me that the 2 seasons of the show were on Netflix. Great! However, when it only took me 2 1/2 days to watch the first season, I think I became a bit obsessed. Yet, as awesome as it has been to reconnect with the show and sit in awe of the writing and acting, I'm a bit melancholy that ABC couldn't acknowledge the audience that the show had, as well as the fact that there are very few shows out right now with as great of writing. Feel free to discuss and argue.
4.) Novel: I got stuck. It's still there and I want to write more, really, I do. But, I'm at a mental moment of looking into the Amazon Rain Forest without a machete or guide. It may turn into something else, and that would be fine, I just want it to move on.
5.) Smoking: Well, it's time to quit. I don't want to, but I'm 37 and it's selfish, and I would like to stay around longer than what I would if I continued to inhale. So come November 1st, I'm attempting for the first time, in well let's just say a really long time, to quit. Quite frankly, I am terrified and dreading it. But, my mom just quit after smoking for several decades, so I can too. This is where I dig my fingernails into the door jam and say you can't make me and I whine--a lot. But, yes, I will make the most valiant and committed attempt to begin a nicotine free life.
Hope that all of you are well, are enjoying the Fall & getting ready for the onslaught of holidays. Cheers!
1.) New Job: As most of you know, I now work at Port City Brewing. It's a great place to work with great people and great world class beer. So yeah, I have an awesome work environment and deal with an awesome product. It's been a long time coming and I am quite excited about the future.
2.) Football: A few posts back, I railed on the NFL. I still do, but it's been a great season so far with surprises, key injuries, and dramatic wins and losses. I'll keep it on the tele for the rest of the season.
3.) SportsNight: A friend had told me that the 2 seasons of the show were on Netflix. Great! However, when it only took me 2 1/2 days to watch the first season, I think I became a bit obsessed. Yet, as awesome as it has been to reconnect with the show and sit in awe of the writing and acting, I'm a bit melancholy that ABC couldn't acknowledge the audience that the show had, as well as the fact that there are very few shows out right now with as great of writing. Feel free to discuss and argue.
4.) Novel: I got stuck. It's still there and I want to write more, really, I do. But, I'm at a mental moment of looking into the Amazon Rain Forest without a machete or guide. It may turn into something else, and that would be fine, I just want it to move on.
5.) Smoking: Well, it's time to quit. I don't want to, but I'm 37 and it's selfish, and I would like to stay around longer than what I would if I continued to inhale. So come November 1st, I'm attempting for the first time, in well let's just say a really long time, to quit. Quite frankly, I am terrified and dreading it. But, my mom just quit after smoking for several decades, so I can too. This is where I dig my fingernails into the door jam and say you can't make me and I whine--a lot. But, yes, I will make the most valiant and committed attempt to begin a nicotine free life.
Hope that all of you are well, are enjoying the Fall & getting ready for the onslaught of holidays. Cheers!
Friday, August 19, 2011
Stop That Obnoxious Bicycling Tween!
I've been on this whole self-promotion thing for this blog on Facebook all week--I know you know this. Thanks to all of you who have 'liked' the page, and even if you rolled your eyes when you received the suggestion, I still greatly appreciate the click. I may have a large ego and sense of self, but I'm pretty quiet when it comes to promoting, well, me. I'd rather someone stumble upon my greatness on their own and acknowledge me, rather than obnoxiously throw myself out there. But alas, I have given in, again as you know, and brought along my own version of a flash mob in hoodies to bombard your FB pages. So as pathetic as it may be, it was a new thing for me to do, so THANK YOU! Here are a few other things that I usually find obnoxious:
1.) Teen and Tween girls in a public loo: Look, I know that you're invincible and that you have all sorts of opinions about the girl at the table next to you, and you have to look perfect, etc. But when I walk through the door to, oh wait, use the facility because I have the bladder the size of a 2 year old when I've been drinking, do not give me that tired "What's she doing in here?" look. Really, no one else cares about Susie, or Bobby, or how terrible your parents are in a public restroom.
2.) Piggy Backers at Stop Signs: We all have places to be and we all run late, but dammit, wait your turn! Just because the guy in front of you went, it's not a traffic light, it's a little more civilized and everyone goes one at a time. Which leads me to, yes moron, it is a stop sign and you must STOP. Not roll through it or tap your breaks for a nano second, a full fledged stop.
3.) Bicyclists Who Want to Act Like Cars in Traffic, But Don't Abide by Driving Rules: Seriously, I really don't want to hit you, but when it is my turn to go at a stop sign and you come barreling through without looking, stopping, or even acknowledging that you're not the only one on the road, it just may happen. Also, as a pedestrian, don't ring your little bell at me to tell me to move--either get off of the sidewalk or abide by traffic rules when I'm crossing the street...because yes, it is all about me.
4.) People Who Invade My Personal Space in Lines at the Market or Convenience Stores: All I ask is for a 2 foot box around me. That's all. Stay out of it. Don't hover over my shoulder because you're in a hurry or because the person behind you is invading your space--I don't care, just stay the hell out of mine. When I'm at the pin pad sliding my credit or debit card, the last thing I need is your stinky ass closer to my face than my freckles. I've been known to threaten to fart on people or shoo them back when they haven't taken the hint of my elbow sticking out a foot off of my hip. True story, my friends.
Happy Friday, Everyone!
1.) Teen and Tween girls in a public loo: Look, I know that you're invincible and that you have all sorts of opinions about the girl at the table next to you, and you have to look perfect, etc. But when I walk through the door to, oh wait, use the facility because I have the bladder the size of a 2 year old when I've been drinking, do not give me that tired "What's she doing in here?" look. Really, no one else cares about Susie, or Bobby, or how terrible your parents are in a public restroom.
2.) Piggy Backers at Stop Signs: We all have places to be and we all run late, but dammit, wait your turn! Just because the guy in front of you went, it's not a traffic light, it's a little more civilized and everyone goes one at a time. Which leads me to, yes moron, it is a stop sign and you must STOP. Not roll through it or tap your breaks for a nano second, a full fledged stop.
3.) Bicyclists Who Want to Act Like Cars in Traffic, But Don't Abide by Driving Rules: Seriously, I really don't want to hit you, but when it is my turn to go at a stop sign and you come barreling through without looking, stopping, or even acknowledging that you're not the only one on the road, it just may happen. Also, as a pedestrian, don't ring your little bell at me to tell me to move--either get off of the sidewalk or abide by traffic rules when I'm crossing the street...because yes, it is all about me.
4.) People Who Invade My Personal Space in Lines at the Market or Convenience Stores: All I ask is for a 2 foot box around me. That's all. Stay out of it. Don't hover over my shoulder because you're in a hurry or because the person behind you is invading your space--I don't care, just stay the hell out of mine. When I'm at the pin pad sliding my credit or debit card, the last thing I need is your stinky ass closer to my face than my freckles. I've been known to threaten to fart on people or shoo them back when they haven't taken the hint of my elbow sticking out a foot off of my hip. True story, my friends.
Happy Friday, Everyone!
Thursday, August 18, 2011
A Voice
First and foremost today: A Huge, Happy 33rd Anniversary to my Dad and Step-Mom! They are not only 2 great parents, they are two of the greatest people I know and are still thoroughly, if not sickly at times, in love. Congrats and here's to 33 more! Much love to the both of you.
Second: I just finished Mark Doty's "Dog Years: A Memoir" yesterday afternoon and highly recommend it to all dog lovers & humanists out there with the caveat of: be prepared to cry...several times. Doty's amazing choice of language creates detailed descriptions of dog's beings and heart wrenching moments of loss--both human and canine. I was on campus the day after we lost Bentley and ran into a former professor, who not only loves dogs as much as I do, but had met the great Beages. He, of course, asked me how he was doing & unbeknownst to him it hadn't even been 24 hours since we said good-bye. I felt worse for him than me at that moment, but he suggested, after some distance from the event, to read Doty's work and some of his poems. I ordered the book that night and let it sit in my stack of 'to read' books.
I tried to start it a month ago and got about 20 pages in before I closed it up and let it sit on my nightstand. As I had gone through my stack of 'to reads,' it was time and I tried again a few nights ago. Doty is a fantastic author and human and precisely captures all things dog--both from the dog and human perspectives. I finished the last 60 pages yesterday, lying in bed with the cat next to me. I cried, more like sobbed uncontrollably for 15 minutes, at the end of the novel. Graycie, the cat, extended her paw and touched my arm and then reached up and touched my nose. She's always had an innate ability to comfort during times of tears, and whether it was because she was genuinely concerned about me, or to sound incredibly insane, it's because she misses him as much as me, or even both, I was never so grateful for that cat and her 'ownership paw,' as my husband and I have named it.
Two things about this:
1.) That cat has been with me longer than the Beages was, longer than my husband, longer than my horse. As cranky and demanding as she is in her old age, she's still a best friend and she still gives more than asks.
2.) I've had an incredibly terrible time without the Beages. Between still trying to break habits of 15 years and the plain fact that I simply miss him, not just having a dog, but him and all of his unconditional, pleasing, non-judgmental ways and I have attempted to continue to package it up somewhere deep inside of me. I cried for 2 weeks after we lost him and at times, have choked up when running into people who hadn't heard and having to reiterate the story, and when I drove to the vet's office to pick up his ashes, but that's it. I tell my husband when I wake up, with my arm over the side of the bed scratching air, where Bentley used to lay next to me, but I think it hurts him as much as me. So, I've put my sadness in a small corner of my gut and continued on. Until yesterday. I hate to cry, I really do. For some unknown, never impressed upon me reason, I see it as a sign of weakness, even when I'm alone. The gooey nose, burning red eyes, not being able to breathe is annoying and brings attention to me--really, not a fan of that. But Mark Doty's writing opened the door to the fact that I'm not alone in how much my dog was not only a part of my life, but of me. And that's ok, I'm not crazy for that, in fact, I may just be a better human being for it. More importantly, for me, I feel a little less weighed down after that cry yesterday afternoon and that in all of it's counterintuitive qualities to me, is a great thing.
So on a final thought, Literature truly is one of Life's greatest gifts. It entertains us, teaches us, and at times when desperately needed, gives a voice to what our own language cannot convey...kind of like a dog.
Second: I just finished Mark Doty's "Dog Years: A Memoir" yesterday afternoon and highly recommend it to all dog lovers & humanists out there with the caveat of: be prepared to cry...several times. Doty's amazing choice of language creates detailed descriptions of dog's beings and heart wrenching moments of loss--both human and canine. I was on campus the day after we lost Bentley and ran into a former professor, who not only loves dogs as much as I do, but had met the great Beages. He, of course, asked me how he was doing & unbeknownst to him it hadn't even been 24 hours since we said good-bye. I felt worse for him than me at that moment, but he suggested, after some distance from the event, to read Doty's work and some of his poems. I ordered the book that night and let it sit in my stack of 'to read' books.
I tried to start it a month ago and got about 20 pages in before I closed it up and let it sit on my nightstand. As I had gone through my stack of 'to reads,' it was time and I tried again a few nights ago. Doty is a fantastic author and human and precisely captures all things dog--both from the dog and human perspectives. I finished the last 60 pages yesterday, lying in bed with the cat next to me. I cried, more like sobbed uncontrollably for 15 minutes, at the end of the novel. Graycie, the cat, extended her paw and touched my arm and then reached up and touched my nose. She's always had an innate ability to comfort during times of tears, and whether it was because she was genuinely concerned about me, or to sound incredibly insane, it's because she misses him as much as me, or even both, I was never so grateful for that cat and her 'ownership paw,' as my husband and I have named it.
Two things about this:
1.) That cat has been with me longer than the Beages was, longer than my husband, longer than my horse. As cranky and demanding as she is in her old age, she's still a best friend and she still gives more than asks.
2.) I've had an incredibly terrible time without the Beages. Between still trying to break habits of 15 years and the plain fact that I simply miss him, not just having a dog, but him and all of his unconditional, pleasing, non-judgmental ways and I have attempted to continue to package it up somewhere deep inside of me. I cried for 2 weeks after we lost him and at times, have choked up when running into people who hadn't heard and having to reiterate the story, and when I drove to the vet's office to pick up his ashes, but that's it. I tell my husband when I wake up, with my arm over the side of the bed scratching air, where Bentley used to lay next to me, but I think it hurts him as much as me. So, I've put my sadness in a small corner of my gut and continued on. Until yesterday. I hate to cry, I really do. For some unknown, never impressed upon me reason, I see it as a sign of weakness, even when I'm alone. The gooey nose, burning red eyes, not being able to breathe is annoying and brings attention to me--really, not a fan of that. But Mark Doty's writing opened the door to the fact that I'm not alone in how much my dog was not only a part of my life, but of me. And that's ok, I'm not crazy for that, in fact, I may just be a better human being for it. More importantly, for me, I feel a little less weighed down after that cry yesterday afternoon and that in all of it's counterintuitive qualities to me, is a great thing.
So on a final thought, Literature truly is one of Life's greatest gifts. It entertains us, teaches us, and at times when desperately needed, gives a voice to what our own language cannot convey...kind of like a dog.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Pre-Season Blahs
This past weekend, NFL football returned to our TV's with (insert yawn here), Pre-Season games. Many friends at the hometown bar asked me if I was excited. No, no I'm not. This came as a great surprise to all them, as I am a pretty rabid football fan. But, as I explained to them, and now here for your amusement, are my reasons:
1.) It's a Joke: I don't really care to watch sub par players missing passes, receptions, & tackles. Sorry, just not interested.
2.) The NFL & I have been on Rocky Footing for 3 years now: I shocked my husband a few years ago, when I gave the NFL a probation period in which to get their shit together. It has become more about the glitz, money, endorsements, scandals, and keeping the players from getting hurt (aka in JHC terms "sissifying the game.") than actually about the game. Game. Hmmm, there's a thought. Hello dumbasses, of course you're going to get hurt--it's physical, the players are huge, it's fast, and involves tackling as a major component. No one likes to see a player get hurt, but it is a real and necessary part of the true game. Large humans tackling other large humans will result in concussions, broken bones, soft tissue injuries, etc., and guess what, they all get paid an insane amount of money to do their jobs, of which they all sign on for. So, please do me (& a shit ton of other fans) a favor, let them do their jobs.
3.) It's Still Summer: When Pre-Season Football comes on, it signals the close of summer, and that my friends, is one of the most depressing times for me. Don't get me wrong, I like the Fall, but it's not Summer with it's hot and humid days, beach trips and me, as a reptile, actually being comfortable for a minute. Summer is the time when friends get together, hang out on boats, patio time, and warm bliss hangs around for 3 months. Summer brings smiles and hope and pure joy to me, as it sends me to the beach to bask in the hot sun, put my toes in the sand & watch the waves. I am NOT ready to let that go yet, even if greedy TV people and the NFL are trying to tell me to and I will hang on with scraping finger nails until the Tuesday after Labor Day.
4.) Baseball is Still On: Though mid August and baseball is coming into it's final months (that's a whole other post,) 'the boys of summer' are in full swing and quite frankly, I still give a shit.
5.) I'm An Opinionated Pain In the Ass: I've been repeatedly told that I should be thankful that there even is a Pre-Season, due to the conflict of the Lock Out. No, not really. Again, I find Pre Season to be a joke and boring and truly, not worth my viewing time. If I ruled the NFL world, the players would still be in training camp, conditioning and honing skills to prevent injuries and lack luster performances in the first 5 weeks. But yes, that's just my opinion.
I don't rule the NFL world and honestly, to each his/her own. But no, I will not watch Pre-Season and truly, this may be my last season of seriously paying attention to the Sunday games. Moving kick off yardage, and other silly, silly new rules ruins the game for me that I grew up with. The players have better protective equipment on the field in modern time than ever before, so let them use it. Granted, penalize the 'dirty' plays, and using common sense, we all know what they are, but let the Linebackers tackle the QB, let the Corners take out a Receiver...because that IS the game. And come September, I just may tune in.
1.) It's a Joke: I don't really care to watch sub par players missing passes, receptions, & tackles. Sorry, just not interested.
2.) The NFL & I have been on Rocky Footing for 3 years now: I shocked my husband a few years ago, when I gave the NFL a probation period in which to get their shit together. It has become more about the glitz, money, endorsements, scandals, and keeping the players from getting hurt (aka in JHC terms "sissifying the game.") than actually about the game. Game. Hmmm, there's a thought. Hello dumbasses, of course you're going to get hurt--it's physical, the players are huge, it's fast, and involves tackling as a major component. No one likes to see a player get hurt, but it is a real and necessary part of the true game. Large humans tackling other large humans will result in concussions, broken bones, soft tissue injuries, etc., and guess what, they all get paid an insane amount of money to do their jobs, of which they all sign on for. So, please do me (& a shit ton of other fans) a favor, let them do their jobs.
3.) It's Still Summer: When Pre-Season Football comes on, it signals the close of summer, and that my friends, is one of the most depressing times for me. Don't get me wrong, I like the Fall, but it's not Summer with it's hot and humid days, beach trips and me, as a reptile, actually being comfortable for a minute. Summer is the time when friends get together, hang out on boats, patio time, and warm bliss hangs around for 3 months. Summer brings smiles and hope and pure joy to me, as it sends me to the beach to bask in the hot sun, put my toes in the sand & watch the waves. I am NOT ready to let that go yet, even if greedy TV people and the NFL are trying to tell me to and I will hang on with scraping finger nails until the Tuesday after Labor Day.
4.) Baseball is Still On: Though mid August and baseball is coming into it's final months (that's a whole other post,) 'the boys of summer' are in full swing and quite frankly, I still give a shit.
5.) I'm An Opinionated Pain In the Ass: I've been repeatedly told that I should be thankful that there even is a Pre-Season, due to the conflict of the Lock Out. No, not really. Again, I find Pre Season to be a joke and boring and truly, not worth my viewing time. If I ruled the NFL world, the players would still be in training camp, conditioning and honing skills to prevent injuries and lack luster performances in the first 5 weeks. But yes, that's just my opinion.
I don't rule the NFL world and honestly, to each his/her own. But no, I will not watch Pre-Season and truly, this may be my last season of seriously paying attention to the Sunday games. Moving kick off yardage, and other silly, silly new rules ruins the game for me that I grew up with. The players have better protective equipment on the field in modern time than ever before, so let them use it. Granted, penalize the 'dirty' plays, and using common sense, we all know what they are, but let the Linebackers tackle the QB, let the Corners take out a Receiver...because that IS the game. And come September, I just may tune in.
Monday, August 15, 2011
This Thing Needs a Title
Two posts in two days--I think this may be a JHC record! So, I started writing this novel while I was at the beach and I like it. Not just like it, I think I may be obsessed. And I'm feeling pretty cheesy at moments when I begin to admit that I like it that much. I've farmed it out to a few close friends and my husband for thoughts and opinions and the general consensus has been great, however, I'm still not convinced. I am obsessed with it, but is it just because it's mine and I'm too close? I've always wanted to have the ability to write for a living, which is why I probably chose to major in Literature in the first place--duh. But after reading classmates writings and continually reading outstanding classic and modern pieces, I never felt worthy enough to really & truly try. That changed last week at the beach and now I struggle with the true "goodness" of it versus the fact that I finally had the balls to do it. Either way, I'll keep writing. I'll write it for me and the characters that I've created to give them a life, however dysfunctional those lives may be. But really, immediately in line after those reasons is the truth--I want to publish a good book and make a living sitting at the beach or in my kitchen with coffee and cigarettes writing characters that I give a shit about.
I know I'll never be a Woolf or Dickens or Fitzgerald--I'm not that delusional. But somewhere in between a Conroy and a Woolf would be just grand, oh, and selling a gazillion copies would be pretty damn spectacular. I think part of the reason why I avoid serious fiction writing is that it's hard. Every other thing that I have attempted in my life has come to me fairly quickly and easily and as I tell my husband, really, I'm lazy. I know that I'm a Type A on a lot of levels and I'm persistent and driven, blah, blah, blah. But truly, I've always run from things that I don't like or that challenge me to the point of really having to use my brain. And more than that, I don't like to fail. I'm not used to it and I take it personally. So as I'm on page 17 of my latest adventure, I have to ask myself, can you hack 60+ rejections like Kathryn Stockett and keep going? Well, honestly, I don't know--I've never tried before.
So I think I'll continue to write the best damn book that I'm capable of at this moment in my life and see where it takes me. At the very least, I will have tried and entertained a few friends along the way, and then I will have to reconcile everything else with myself, which will probably include several break down sobbing moments and a few or more vodka drinks. But really, this whole experience may bring me more than I bargained for, and that's patience and a continuous building of character. In the grander scheme of cliches, is that really all that bad?
I know I'll never be a Woolf or Dickens or Fitzgerald--I'm not that delusional. But somewhere in between a Conroy and a Woolf would be just grand, oh, and selling a gazillion copies would be pretty damn spectacular. I think part of the reason why I avoid serious fiction writing is that it's hard. Every other thing that I have attempted in my life has come to me fairly quickly and easily and as I tell my husband, really, I'm lazy. I know that I'm a Type A on a lot of levels and I'm persistent and driven, blah, blah, blah. But truly, I've always run from things that I don't like or that challenge me to the point of really having to use my brain. And more than that, I don't like to fail. I'm not used to it and I take it personally. So as I'm on page 17 of my latest adventure, I have to ask myself, can you hack 60+ rejections like Kathryn Stockett and keep going? Well, honestly, I don't know--I've never tried before.
So I think I'll continue to write the best damn book that I'm capable of at this moment in my life and see where it takes me. At the very least, I will have tried and entertained a few friends along the way, and then I will have to reconcile everything else with myself, which will probably include several break down sobbing moments and a few or more vodka drinks. But really, this whole experience may bring me more than I bargained for, and that's patience and a continuous building of character. In the grander scheme of cliches, is that really all that bad?
Sunday, August 14, 2011
marathons
So after being in a marriage for a good chunk of my adulthood, as well as having friends either married, in relationships, out of relationships, in between relationships, staunchly single or serial monogamists, I've observed & experienced many, many scenarios--both good and bad. Surprisingly, I actually stayed in on a Saturday night and finally watched "The Kids Are All Right." It was a fantastic movie and in my opinion, deserved all of the accolades it received, but beyond great acting from Bening and Moore, the film presented some very real moments, and I, for one, am grateful. I read an article the other day stating that more Hollywood films are nixing divorce and opting for parents to get back together. As a child of divorced parents and survivor of another maternal divorce, it does irk me that reality is not played out in Hollywood films. This isn't to say that divorce is grand, it's not. It is emotionally gut wrenching and one of the hardest, confusing, and draining moments in my life when I left my first husband. However, it does happen according to those busy statisticians who claim that 50% of first marriages end in a split and close to 60% of second marriages. So in a society where we look to films and books for not only escape & entertainment, but for moments of "wow! I can relate to that."why not present a more realistic view of marriage? I am one of the lucky ones, where my second marriage has worked out, and for once, I will not be included in a statistic. However, what I don't understand is the negative label divorce has been slapped with, especially in the modern day. Again, divorce sucks, but truly, it worked out for my parents and for me. My ex and I are better friends now than before and we have both ventured into unions with spouses we adore and choose to be with.
Now, in the film, it does appear that Bening and Moore will stay together, so everyone gets their happy ending. However, the actions preceding that moment are real, and thus, I believe, sets up a very plausible reconciliation. What really got me, was Moore's monologue in the livingroom and this is where I see a full exposition of truth, "Your mom and I are in hell right now and the bottom line is marriage is hard. It’s really fuckin’ hard. It’s just two people slogging through the shit, year after year, getting older, changing — fucking marathon, okay?" ....um, well damn, she's right. Marriage is a symbol of life: the ups and downs, victories and defeats, tears of joy and sadness and well, it's fucking hard at times. I don't know about you, but that reminds me a whole lot of my 37 years on this planet. The Human Element always fucks things up--logic is immediately thrown out of the window and creates complexities that are far beyond our reasoning at times. Throw into the mixture: emotions, convictions, hormones,chromosomes, kids and everything else that forms us as humans and you have the foundation for the great possibility of stupid decisions, selfish & hurtful moments and complete misunderstandings, which is what happens in the film. I think that besides acknowledging that marriage is "really fuckin' hard," it is a "fucking marathon." I've seen 'short sprints' lead to rash decisions and marriages that ultimately should've never even happened. But, these are not mine to judge. People make decisions with the knowledge that they possess at the time, however limited or vast that knowledge is. What I love about Moore's monologue more than anything, is that she presents marriage on an equal plane--yes, her and Bening are lesbians, but (& I know that this is a news flash to some of the more limited in scope) marriage is marriage, no matter your gender, sexual orientation, ethnicity, etc. It's fucking hard and I'm grateful that the film finally offers a real portrayal of that.
Luckily, my husband and I realize that marriage is a marathon and we're "slogging through the shit" on the same page and happily, together. But for the couples out there that are unable to find that place, after true communication with themselves as individuals and a couple, counseling, or whatever avenues they attempt to explore for that last ditch effort of preserving their relationship, if that marathon is going to destroy you and/or your spouse, get out. Divorce is not the plague. Divorce does happen, a lot. I just wish that more film makers would recognize this and continue to give us some realistic moments, rather than grown up not-necessarily-real Disney endings.
Now, in the film, it does appear that Bening and Moore will stay together, so everyone gets their happy ending. However, the actions preceding that moment are real, and thus, I believe, sets up a very plausible reconciliation. What really got me, was Moore's monologue in the livingroom and this is where I see a full exposition of truth, "Your mom and I are in hell right now and the bottom line is marriage is hard. It’s really fuckin’ hard. It’s just two people slogging through the shit, year after year, getting older, changing — fucking marathon, okay?" ....um, well damn, she's right. Marriage is a symbol of life: the ups and downs, victories and defeats, tears of joy and sadness and well, it's fucking hard at times. I don't know about you, but that reminds me a whole lot of my 37 years on this planet. The Human Element always fucks things up--logic is immediately thrown out of the window and creates complexities that are far beyond our reasoning at times. Throw into the mixture: emotions, convictions, hormones,chromosomes, kids and everything else that forms us as humans and you have the foundation for the great possibility of stupid decisions, selfish & hurtful moments and complete misunderstandings, which is what happens in the film. I think that besides acknowledging that marriage is "really fuckin' hard," it is a "fucking marathon." I've seen 'short sprints' lead to rash decisions and marriages that ultimately should've never even happened. But, these are not mine to judge. People make decisions with the knowledge that they possess at the time, however limited or vast that knowledge is. What I love about Moore's monologue more than anything, is that she presents marriage on an equal plane--yes, her and Bening are lesbians, but (& I know that this is a news flash to some of the more limited in scope) marriage is marriage, no matter your gender, sexual orientation, ethnicity, etc. It's fucking hard and I'm grateful that the film finally offers a real portrayal of that.
Luckily, my husband and I realize that marriage is a marathon and we're "slogging through the shit" on the same page and happily, together. But for the couples out there that are unable to find that place, after true communication with themselves as individuals and a couple, counseling, or whatever avenues they attempt to explore for that last ditch effort of preserving their relationship, if that marathon is going to destroy you and/or your spouse, get out. Divorce is not the plague. Divorce does happen, a lot. I just wish that more film makers would recognize this and continue to give us some realistic moments, rather than grown up not-necessarily-real Disney endings.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Rest Easy
I'm back from a long hiatus! Thanks to everyone, ok, all 7 of you, who have missed my random musings. March was a busy, drunken, birth month of debauchery & April brought family and friends to stay with us to tour DC and of all its monumental, museum glory. April also brought along our good-bye to the best damn Beagle ever, which is part of the reason I haven't filled your feeds & FB pages with my trivial observations. I'm still mourning the loss of Bentley, & quite frankly as someone who wears her emotions (all the good & bad) on my forehead (you may miss them on my sleeve) it's all I wanted to write about.
I did some personal, cathartic writing about him, but really, all of you knew about it and who wants to read depressing homages to the greatest dog who ever lived, over and over and over again?! So, I took a break.
But, here I sit on our patio during a lovely summer shower ready to amuse the masses again. I've had a few suggestions for topics:
--interesting attire at the bar...whereas the snotty elitist in me LOVES that idea, I have to admit that at times I roll in a baseball cap, over-sized sweatshirt & jeans, looking something like a troll. People in glass houses thing, pot calling kettle thing--all bad karma. Maybe after Tim Gunn becomes my new best friend & I walk around in public looking absolutely fabulous (though I do look like Patsy from AbFab a lot--only the vodka, not the fake blond) all of the time, will I allow myself to write about it.
--music...I do this anyway, & really, now that I'm in my mid 30's and semi-wrapped up in the adulthood thing (only when necessary, which seems to be 21 out of my 24 hours a day anymore!) I'm out of the loop. Not like listening to the radio out of the loop, but definitely not like back in my Wall days (shout outs to Jeanine C. & Dave D.!!), so I feel like that awkward Freshman trying to get an invitation to the Senior lunch table.
--books, movies, & all things artsy...see above comment
So, I think I'll stick with my Squirrel topics of choice and continue to attempt to amuse all of you...
Why It Truly Is a Great Idea That We Did Not Have Kids:
Besides my husband's comment of "Let's grill 'em," which is an obvious reason, really, I'm too selfish, too lazy, & I expect too much from people. Kids require so much freakin' effort to raise them, keep them from killing themselves, keep others from killing them, making sure they do well in school, don't get knocked up or knock someone else up, dealing with tantrums and play dates and I haven't even touched on the other major things that can go wrong. Holy Shit! I like kids, really I do. I just like the ones who belong to someone else, so that we can go sit on a barstool at any point, say 'Fuck' as many times in our house as I deem necessary, still be able to go on a plane with only carry-on bags, and yet give really cool gifts as the most awesomest Aunt & Uncle.
Plain & simple: Kids are exhausting! I give big, ginormous kudos to each and every one of you parents out there. So here are my top 5 things I would keep stocked if we did have a little person:
1) Benedryl: Good night wee one! See you in 12 hours. A must for all car trips over an hour, any time I would be watching an episode of an HBO series, and when the word "mommy" was 2x too many. So honestly, probably every 12 hours.
2)Duct Tape: Yes, Junior, you will stay in the car seat,high chair, swing thingy and dammit, you'll like it! DYFS would have me red flagged from Day One.
3) Vodka: well, that's already a currently stocked item, but if we had a kid, I betcha I would learn to love it mixed with Capri Suns.
4)My Counselor's number on speed dial: I don't mean in my cell phone, I mean like a White House Red Phone, Bat Phone deal--unlimited minutes plan & flat rate for sessions.
5) A Full Medieval Arsenal of Weapons: Go ahead--touch (insert whatever he/she is not supposed to be touching) one more time! I'd break out the rack, or hatchet or what ever vikings, romans, or whomever used and start swinging in the air. Problem is, I'd probably hit my kid, hence the DYFS thing again.
Whereas I know a lot of you parents have said the same thing, the truth is, WE WOULD DO all of these things--therein lies the difference...including my husband possibly grilling 'em. So Rest Easy my friends, we will continue to influence your wee folk with bad habits and bad words, and great books, but will stay childless ourselves. And to be completely self-indulgent: Rest Easy Bentley Beagle--you're still the best damn Beagle ever & I miss you everyday. Thanks for always being there throughout some of the best and worst 15 years of my life. xo
I did some personal, cathartic writing about him, but really, all of you knew about it and who wants to read depressing homages to the greatest dog who ever lived, over and over and over again?! So, I took a break.
But, here I sit on our patio during a lovely summer shower ready to amuse the masses again. I've had a few suggestions for topics:
--interesting attire at the bar...whereas the snotty elitist in me LOVES that idea, I have to admit that at times I roll in a baseball cap, over-sized sweatshirt & jeans, looking something like a troll. People in glass houses thing, pot calling kettle thing--all bad karma. Maybe after Tim Gunn becomes my new best friend & I walk around in public looking absolutely fabulous (though I do look like Patsy from AbFab a lot--only the vodka, not the fake blond) all of the time, will I allow myself to write about it.
--music...I do this anyway, & really, now that I'm in my mid 30's and semi-wrapped up in the adulthood thing (only when necessary, which seems to be 21 out of my 24 hours a day anymore!) I'm out of the loop. Not like listening to the radio out of the loop, but definitely not like back in my Wall days (shout outs to Jeanine C. & Dave D.!!), so I feel like that awkward Freshman trying to get an invitation to the Senior lunch table.
--books, movies, & all things artsy...see above comment
So, I think I'll stick with my Squirrel topics of choice and continue to attempt to amuse all of you...
Why It Truly Is a Great Idea That We Did Not Have Kids:
Besides my husband's comment of "Let's grill 'em," which is an obvious reason, really, I'm too selfish, too lazy, & I expect too much from people. Kids require so much freakin' effort to raise them, keep them from killing themselves, keep others from killing them, making sure they do well in school, don't get knocked up or knock someone else up, dealing with tantrums and play dates and I haven't even touched on the other major things that can go wrong. Holy Shit! I like kids, really I do. I just like the ones who belong to someone else, so that we can go sit on a barstool at any point, say 'Fuck' as many times in our house as I deem necessary, still be able to go on a plane with only carry-on bags, and yet give really cool gifts as the most awesomest Aunt & Uncle.
Plain & simple: Kids are exhausting! I give big, ginormous kudos to each and every one of you parents out there. So here are my top 5 things I would keep stocked if we did have a little person:
1) Benedryl: Good night wee one! See you in 12 hours. A must for all car trips over an hour, any time I would be watching an episode of an HBO series, and when the word "mommy" was 2x too many. So honestly, probably every 12 hours.
2)Duct Tape: Yes, Junior, you will stay in the car seat,high chair, swing thingy and dammit, you'll like it! DYFS would have me red flagged from Day One.
3) Vodka: well, that's already a currently stocked item, but if we had a kid, I betcha I would learn to love it mixed with Capri Suns.
4)My Counselor's number on speed dial: I don't mean in my cell phone, I mean like a White House Red Phone, Bat Phone deal--unlimited minutes plan & flat rate for sessions.
5) A Full Medieval Arsenal of Weapons: Go ahead--touch (insert whatever he/she is not supposed to be touching) one more time! I'd break out the rack, or hatchet or what ever vikings, romans, or whomever used and start swinging in the air. Problem is, I'd probably hit my kid, hence the DYFS thing again.
Whereas I know a lot of you parents have said the same thing, the truth is, WE WOULD DO all of these things--therein lies the difference...including my husband possibly grilling 'em. So Rest Easy my friends, we will continue to influence your wee folk with bad habits and bad words, and great books, but will stay childless ourselves. And to be completely self-indulgent: Rest Easy Bentley Beagle--you're still the best damn Beagle ever & I miss you everyday. Thanks for always being there throughout some of the best and worst 15 years of my life. xo
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The Hometown Bar
The month of March brings warmer weather, rain, green grass & flowers...ahh, finally! The month of March also brings mine & the husband's birthdays, St. Patrick's Day, Old Town's St. Patrick's Day Parade, March Madness & friend's birthdays, all of this in turn equaling a lot of time at the hometown bar. Bad for the wallet and my liver (yes, I did fall and break it) but great for 'quality' time with friends and a lot, and I mean a lot, of laughs. Hence why when I get a text asking where I am at or what I am doing and I reply "at the 2nd Living room" it's really fairly accurate. The following observations come from the past few weeks at the 2nd Livingroom:
Running out of toilet paper: ok, so this is annoying in your home bathroom, but you can usually stretch and reach down under the vanity and desperately grab for that needed roll and all is balanced in the universe. However, in a bar, this is not the case. You struggle and fight with the dispenser, hoping for that extra roll to pop down, only to discover that it's not there. Dammit! This then leads to the awkward asking of your next door stall mate for some of that sandpaper that you really desire at that moment. You hear the same struggle and fight with her dispenser and unfortunately by the end of the night, it's just a toilet paperless visit to the loo. Remedy for this: just have another shot and you don't care.
Territorial: After spending a year in the same bar, a comfort arises when you walk in and see the staff and a few familiar faces. However, after spending 48 hours straight (alright, maybe 36) and hanging out with friends and you walk in later on in the week only to find that you recognize the staff and if you're lucky, one other face, you become agitated and a bit snotty to the visiting Coast Guard members who have taken over your 2nd Living Room. Even though they are just as loud and obnoxious as you and your friends were over the weekend, it's your bar and not theirs. A few new faces in the crowd is usually welcomed to add variety, but a whole gaggle--not acceptable. Yes, I know this is irrational, but really, true story and you'd feel the same way if they invaded your house living room.
Lasting Memories: After spending 16 hours drinking with the same crowd, you tend to learn a lot about each other...sometimes more than what you wanted to & other times, well, these lead to moments that will be repeated and reflected upon for years to come--especially with iPhones that can take video and pictures. The catch phrases, the ribbing, the ridiculous 13 year old boy comments (though I'm usually at the lead with them) all lead to cramps in your cheeks and stomach, as well as tears streaming down your face from laughing for hours at a time.
The 80s TV show "Cheers" was popular for it's humor with Cliffy and Norm, as well as the love triangles between Sam, Diane, & what's her name, oh yeah Kirstie Alley, but what endeared that show to so many, was the fact that it reflected what we all have and want from our hometown bar. We all want a place away from home that's comfortable and fun and a place that we can walk into and see people who make us feel good. Yes, you can invite everyone over to your real living room, but that requires planning, cleaning, and effort. There's something almost magical about the hometown bar, but really it's more familial. You create a bar 'family' where you walk in ("Norm!") ask how everyone's day was, watch one of the 6 games going on. It's really not about the alcohol, though it is a lovely accessory, it's about creating and nurturing friendships and moments that can remind us what life is all about---good times, friends, laughing, and the letting go of all that is mentally unhealthy. I know that some people out there say that you can get the same thing from running groups, book clubs, and whatever other group that congregates, but the difference lies in the fact that those groups were brought together by a commonality, which usually turns into an obligation. Do you ever hear anyone say, "Yeah, I have to go to the hometown bar tonight, but I just don't feel like it"? No, you don't. Whether you stop in for one and say hi and go about your life or if you lose feeling in your ass because you've sat on that stool for 12 hours, it doesn't matter--you're there because you want to be and so are your friends.
Running out of toilet paper: ok, so this is annoying in your home bathroom, but you can usually stretch and reach down under the vanity and desperately grab for that needed roll and all is balanced in the universe. However, in a bar, this is not the case. You struggle and fight with the dispenser, hoping for that extra roll to pop down, only to discover that it's not there. Dammit! This then leads to the awkward asking of your next door stall mate for some of that sandpaper that you really desire at that moment. You hear the same struggle and fight with her dispenser and unfortunately by the end of the night, it's just a toilet paperless visit to the loo. Remedy for this: just have another shot and you don't care.
Territorial: After spending a year in the same bar, a comfort arises when you walk in and see the staff and a few familiar faces. However, after spending 48 hours straight (alright, maybe 36) and hanging out with friends and you walk in later on in the week only to find that you recognize the staff and if you're lucky, one other face, you become agitated and a bit snotty to the visiting Coast Guard members who have taken over your 2nd Living Room. Even though they are just as loud and obnoxious as you and your friends were over the weekend, it's your bar and not theirs. A few new faces in the crowd is usually welcomed to add variety, but a whole gaggle--not acceptable. Yes, I know this is irrational, but really, true story and you'd feel the same way if they invaded your house living room.
Lasting Memories: After spending 16 hours drinking with the same crowd, you tend to learn a lot about each other...sometimes more than what you wanted to & other times, well, these lead to moments that will be repeated and reflected upon for years to come--especially with iPhones that can take video and pictures. The catch phrases, the ribbing, the ridiculous 13 year old boy comments (though I'm usually at the lead with them) all lead to cramps in your cheeks and stomach, as well as tears streaming down your face from laughing for hours at a time.
The 80s TV show "Cheers" was popular for it's humor with Cliffy and Norm, as well as the love triangles between Sam, Diane, & what's her name, oh yeah Kirstie Alley, but what endeared that show to so many, was the fact that it reflected what we all have and want from our hometown bar. We all want a place away from home that's comfortable and fun and a place that we can walk into and see people who make us feel good. Yes, you can invite everyone over to your real living room, but that requires planning, cleaning, and effort. There's something almost magical about the hometown bar, but really it's more familial. You create a bar 'family' where you walk in ("Norm!") ask how everyone's day was, watch one of the 6 games going on. It's really not about the alcohol, though it is a lovely accessory, it's about creating and nurturing friendships and moments that can remind us what life is all about---good times, friends, laughing, and the letting go of all that is mentally unhealthy. I know that some people out there say that you can get the same thing from running groups, book clubs, and whatever other group that congregates, but the difference lies in the fact that those groups were brought together by a commonality, which usually turns into an obligation. Do you ever hear anyone say, "Yeah, I have to go to the hometown bar tonight, but I just don't feel like it"? No, you don't. Whether you stop in for one and say hi and go about your life or if you lose feeling in your ass because you've sat on that stool for 12 hours, it doesn't matter--you're there because you want to be and so are your friends.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Soundtracks
Music has always been and always will be a passion, hobby, crutch, voice when I can't find one, and vehicle for my quite obvious tone deafness. T Mack had a great post concerning music the other day & I thoroughly agreed with her findings--no surprise!--and felt the need to add to her findings. So here are my favorites throughout the last year:
Mumford & Sons "Sigh No More": this album took me a few listens to get the 'hype' but it happened and I'm obsessed. Why it took me so long, considering I love bluegrass, a celtic sound, & all things London is beyond me, but it did & I hate that I missed out on that time of listening.
Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros "Up From Below": Thanks to WXPN 88.5 in Philly for turning me onto these guys! They played an amazing set at Xponential Fest in July and provided for a great summer soundtrack and Facebook exchanges between friends.
Dawes "North Hills": Again, thanks to XPN for introducing the sweet California sound and lyrics to me. They also had an amazing set in July and a great show in York 2 weeks following, where I swear DMS had wings. I like the Middle Brother side project, but I like the fit of the Wranglers better:)
Natalie Merchant "Selections From the Album Leave Your Sleep": Natalie has been inconsistent since leaving those 10,000 Maniacs (who are still in constant rotation on my iTunes) but did a fantastic job with this Wilco/Guthrie style concept album. Her amazing voice, emotion, and humor shine through once again. And for the record, a friend and I agree that if we could have any singing voice in the world, it would be Natalie's.
Ray LaMontagne "God Willin' & The Creek Don't Rise": a fuller sound with the Pariah Dogs backing him and an almost perfect album. Saw an AMAZING show with David Gray at Merriweather with Cleve in August and it's an album that offered inspiration during the summer.
Alexander "Alexander": Though just released on Tuesday (thanks, Cleve!), the solo project from Edward Sharpe frontman is noteworthy. Fun & filled with multiple similarities to Bob Dylan, Paul Simon, Bob Marley, and himself.
Derek Evry "Don't Think": Just saw him open up for THE PUBLIC GOOD (check them out, too!) at local venue, Iota, and he's similar to Matthew Sweet, with a dash of Green Day & Freedy Johnston. Great local talent and a favorite during my commute.
This is not an all encompassing list by any means, and oh yeah, those YouTube videos are not owned by me.
Mumford & Sons "Sigh No More": this album took me a few listens to get the 'hype' but it happened and I'm obsessed. Why it took me so long, considering I love bluegrass, a celtic sound, & all things London is beyond me, but it did & I hate that I missed out on that time of listening.
Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros "Up From Below": Thanks to WXPN 88.5 in Philly for turning me onto these guys! They played an amazing set at Xponential Fest in July and provided for a great summer soundtrack and Facebook exchanges between friends.
Dawes "North Hills": Again, thanks to XPN for introducing the sweet California sound and lyrics to me. They also had an amazing set in July and a great show in York 2 weeks following, where I swear DMS had wings. I like the Middle Brother side project, but I like the fit of the Wranglers better:)
Natalie Merchant "Selections From the Album Leave Your Sleep": Natalie has been inconsistent since leaving those 10,000 Maniacs (who are still in constant rotation on my iTunes) but did a fantastic job with this Wilco/Guthrie style concept album. Her amazing voice, emotion, and humor shine through once again. And for the record, a friend and I agree that if we could have any singing voice in the world, it would be Natalie's.
Ray LaMontagne "God Willin' & The Creek Don't Rise": a fuller sound with the Pariah Dogs backing him and an almost perfect album. Saw an AMAZING show with David Gray at Merriweather with Cleve in August and it's an album that offered inspiration during the summer.
Alexander "Alexander": Though just released on Tuesday (thanks, Cleve!), the solo project from Edward Sharpe frontman is noteworthy. Fun & filled with multiple similarities to Bob Dylan, Paul Simon, Bob Marley, and himself.
Derek Evry "Don't Think": Just saw him open up for THE PUBLIC GOOD (check them out, too!) at local venue, Iota, and he's similar to Matthew Sweet, with a dash of Green Day & Freedy Johnston. Great local talent and a favorite during my commute.
This is not an all encompassing list by any means, and oh yeah, those YouTube videos are not owned by me.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Girl Power...well, Guy Power Too
Over coffee with a friend, we were discussing personal boundaries and she commented on my strong sense of self. Some may call this selfishness, I call it a vehicle to keep my sanity. The conversation continued with her relaying a story in which she apologized to someone for absolutely no reason. I stopped her and asked her to stop apologizing for everything she didn't do wrong. Within one conversation, I saw her change from someone who blended into the background to an empowered woman. So, partly in honor of Women's History Month and also as a good kick in the ass to all of us who lose that strong sense of self once in a while, I offer these reminders...oh, and when you notice me losing it, please not so kindly remind me to follow my own advice....
Always love yourself first: Cliched or not, if you don't love your self, you are unable to truly love anyone else. True Story!
Stay True to You: Though boundaries may need to be fluid at times, never compromise what makes you, well, you.
Never Apologize for Something You Haven't Done: It's been ingrained in us to say "I'm sorry" for things that have nothing to do with a wrong doing. Unless you're speaking about a loss of a life or if you have done something to hurt or offend, either intentionally or unintentionally, do not apologize for your convictions or honesty, or someone else's faults. This includes your music tastes:)
Always Apologize For Wrongs: Own them! Apologize immediately, only once, and mean it when you do. For repeated offenses, find the root cause of why you keep making the same stupid mistake and fix it.
Mean What You Say, Say What You Mean: Though tact needs to be included, fancy buzz words & cliched phrases usually fog over your genuineness. Find a way to articulate your intentions without having to say "What I really meant was_____"
Always Have a Soundtrack: Music is empowering, comforting, & cathartic.
Have a "Room of One's Own": The AMAZING Virginia Woolf had it right with this one. Everyone needs a mental and physical space to create, reflect, and take "me" time. Find it each and every day.
Don't Be Afraid to Ask for Help: Friends and family love you and everyone needs a support system at one or several points along the ups and downs of life. Put the ego away. No, you're not weak and look to them for guidance, the ability to put a voice to something, or just a good cry.
Always love yourself first: Cliched or not, if you don't love your self, you are unable to truly love anyone else. True Story!
Stay True to You: Though boundaries may need to be fluid at times, never compromise what makes you, well, you.
Never Apologize for Something You Haven't Done: It's been ingrained in us to say "I'm sorry" for things that have nothing to do with a wrong doing. Unless you're speaking about a loss of a life or if you have done something to hurt or offend, either intentionally or unintentionally, do not apologize for your convictions or honesty, or someone else's faults. This includes your music tastes:)
Always Apologize For Wrongs: Own them! Apologize immediately, only once, and mean it when you do. For repeated offenses, find the root cause of why you keep making the same stupid mistake and fix it.
Mean What You Say, Say What You Mean: Though tact needs to be included, fancy buzz words & cliched phrases usually fog over your genuineness. Find a way to articulate your intentions without having to say "What I really meant was_____"
Always Have a Soundtrack: Music is empowering, comforting, & cathartic.
Have a "Room of One's Own": The AMAZING Virginia Woolf had it right with this one. Everyone needs a mental and physical space to create, reflect, and take "me" time. Find it each and every day.
Don't Be Afraid to Ask for Help: Friends and family love you and everyone needs a support system at one or several points along the ups and downs of life. Put the ego away. No, you're not weak and look to them for guidance, the ability to put a voice to something, or just a good cry.
Monday, February 28, 2011
appreciating the environment
Beverages are one of my favorite accessories in life. A good smoky porter, the ever favorite vodka tonic, a smooth dry red, whatever it is, these selections are truly lovely accompaniments to a moment. But they don't make the moment, the company or sometimes lack there of, burns the brief image of time into our memories....and unfortunately, sometimes when with camera happy friends, the pictures to prove it. Like any good wine or beer dinner, there are always 'pairings' to heighten the experience. Here's a brief list of some of my favorite, well, um, 'pairings':
Vodka Tonics on the Beach: Well to be quite frank, vodka tonics anywhere usually make for a fine experience, but for me, my favorite pairing is on a certain-not-be-named beach in Delaware (I don't need to be hunted down by the town police for public drinking.) There's almost nothing better during the summer than sitting with my toes in the sand, listening to my iPod, reading a book, & sipping on that lovely bitter, but refreshing cocktail by myself. Oh & with lemon, please. Hold the lime for the gin & tonic.
Tropical Girly Drinks & Dancing with Friends: Again, usually paired with the beach, but at a club. How can anyone resist a concoction of 3 different liquors, fruit juice, warm weather, & karaoke? At that moment, nothing seems to be able to top 'that' night and laughs will ensue for many years as you reflect on the night that you did a duet with a Freddie Mercury impersonator..or so I've heard.
Mimosas & Brunch: I love, ok, worship Coffee, but there's something so special and fabulous about eating a large amount of breakfast food at 1 pm on a Sunday and drinking champagne & OJ. This usually occurs with at the very least a significant other, and usually a small group of friends. I recommend both, on repeated occasions.
Red Wine & Dinners with Friends: Really, who can resist a homemade Italian or Steak dinner with several bottles of Red and the laughter & company of friends on a winter Friday night? Conversation, pour. Laughter, pour. Eat, pour. A lovely redness of the cheeks, a warm "ahhh" feeling inside, and a wide smile. This pairing does come with Two warnings though: 1) Always have a glass of water on hand so that your lips don't end up looking like Helena Bonham Carter, & 2) Always, always, drink the best bottle first...you won't care if it's Rinute or Sterling that you are drinking by the end of the night.
White Wine & Dinners on the Patio: I am not a fan of white wine, however, a nice crisp Pinot or Sauvignon Blanc on the patio, dinner with friends, and a gorgeous summer evening make for a fantastic pairing. I like to add in some Billy Holiday or Etta James to complete the scene. (That sounded so Martha!)
Bourbon, Whiskey, or Scotch with the Boys: A smoke filled room, a handful of male friends, and a bottle of Blantons, Beam, Jameson, or Talisker make for a grand evening. Usually accompanied by a few outrageous male jokes, cigars, card games, & 'intellectual' conversation.
Beer: This is the most broad pairing, as there are so many moments with this tasty beverage, as well as different versions of the tasty beverage. 1) Guinness and St. Patrick's Day, 2) College Football Tailgates with friends & Yuengling, 3) Parties with friends and Beirut (aka Beer Pong) & Bud Light 4) Dinners with fantastic Craft Brews 5) Watching any sports game at the bar, etc. and my most recent favorite: being rather foggy after a raucous New Year's Eve, going to the Outback Bowl, & curing my fogginess with Penn State football, my husband, & Bud Light--who knew that crap could taste so good in 75 degree weather?!
Monkey Boys & State College: There is something so delightful about being back in State College with friends while drinking a 7 liquor concoction, from a pitcher. All of a sudden those undergrads don't seem that much younger than you (or reality, you forget how old you are) and there's a child-like giddiness about who ordered which flavor. These must always be enjoyed with a group of PSU loving friends. WARNING: one too many pitchers and you may find yourself obsessed with Taco Bell!....again, or so I've heard.
Honorable Mentions (well, really they're just as great, but this posting is already too long): Margaritas on Cinco De Mayo, Martinis (specifically mine) & a gathering (usually ending up in an 80s dance party,) Daiquiris (again, my Decksicles rock!) on the deck or patio or wherever with friends & the husband and summer weather, wine tastings at Barrel Oak Winery with the girls, Manhattans with the family, and hot toddies in front of the fireplace with the husband.
Vodka Tonics on the Beach: Well to be quite frank, vodka tonics anywhere usually make for a fine experience, but for me, my favorite pairing is on a certain-not-be-named beach in Delaware (I don't need to be hunted down by the town police for public drinking.) There's almost nothing better during the summer than sitting with my toes in the sand, listening to my iPod, reading a book, & sipping on that lovely bitter, but refreshing cocktail by myself. Oh & with lemon, please. Hold the lime for the gin & tonic.
Tropical Girly Drinks & Dancing with Friends: Again, usually paired with the beach, but at a club. How can anyone resist a concoction of 3 different liquors, fruit juice, warm weather, & karaoke? At that moment, nothing seems to be able to top 'that' night and laughs will ensue for many years as you reflect on the night that you did a duet with a Freddie Mercury impersonator..or so I've heard.
Mimosas & Brunch: I love, ok, worship Coffee, but there's something so special and fabulous about eating a large amount of breakfast food at 1 pm on a Sunday and drinking champagne & OJ. This usually occurs with at the very least a significant other, and usually a small group of friends. I recommend both, on repeated occasions.
Red Wine & Dinners with Friends: Really, who can resist a homemade Italian or Steak dinner with several bottles of Red and the laughter & company of friends on a winter Friday night? Conversation, pour. Laughter, pour. Eat, pour. A lovely redness of the cheeks, a warm "ahhh" feeling inside, and a wide smile. This pairing does come with Two warnings though: 1) Always have a glass of water on hand so that your lips don't end up looking like Helena Bonham Carter, & 2) Always, always, drink the best bottle first...you won't care if it's Rinute or Sterling that you are drinking by the end of the night.
White Wine & Dinners on the Patio: I am not a fan of white wine, however, a nice crisp Pinot or Sauvignon Blanc on the patio, dinner with friends, and a gorgeous summer evening make for a fantastic pairing. I like to add in some Billy Holiday or Etta James to complete the scene. (That sounded so Martha!)
Bourbon, Whiskey, or Scotch with the Boys: A smoke filled room, a handful of male friends, and a bottle of Blantons, Beam, Jameson, or Talisker make for a grand evening. Usually accompanied by a few outrageous male jokes, cigars, card games, & 'intellectual' conversation.
Beer: This is the most broad pairing, as there are so many moments with this tasty beverage, as well as different versions of the tasty beverage. 1) Guinness and St. Patrick's Day, 2) College Football Tailgates with friends & Yuengling, 3) Parties with friends and Beirut (aka Beer Pong) & Bud Light 4) Dinners with fantastic Craft Brews 5) Watching any sports game at the bar, etc. and my most recent favorite: being rather foggy after a raucous New Year's Eve, going to the Outback Bowl, & curing my fogginess with Penn State football, my husband, & Bud Light--who knew that crap could taste so good in 75 degree weather?!
Monkey Boys & State College: There is something so delightful about being back in State College with friends while drinking a 7 liquor concoction, from a pitcher. All of a sudden those undergrads don't seem that much younger than you (or reality, you forget how old you are) and there's a child-like giddiness about who ordered which flavor. These must always be enjoyed with a group of PSU loving friends. WARNING: one too many pitchers and you may find yourself obsessed with Taco Bell!....again, or so I've heard.
Honorable Mentions (well, really they're just as great, but this posting is already too long): Margaritas on Cinco De Mayo, Martinis (specifically mine) & a gathering (usually ending up in an 80s dance party,) Daiquiris (again, my Decksicles rock!) on the deck or patio or wherever with friends & the husband and summer weather, wine tastings at Barrel Oak Winery with the girls, Manhattans with the family, and hot toddies in front of the fireplace with the husband.
Friday, February 25, 2011
When Pink is shocking
For those of you who know me, I've been a self-described tom boy for my entire life. I wear baseball hats, would much rather sit in a bar and watch a sports game than go shopping, can make a trucker blush with my language on a bad day, have no issues with getting dirty, etc. So knowing all of this, I shocked my husband & friends last year when I bought a pink laptop. Pink. Completely Girly Pink. I don't know what happened, but sometime in the past few years, I finally appreciated that pale color associated with girlishness. So today's post concerns things that remind people that I still possess that extra special female chromosome....
1. Handbags, Shoes, Accessories: I have a weakness for bags, shoes, scarves, necklaces, bracelets, etc. If I could, I would have a different pair of sandals for each day of summer, and a bag to match all of them. And if my back wasn't destroyed from riding horses, mucking stalls, and playing sports for the majority of my life, I would have a pair of funky heels for each day also. True Story.
2. Clothes: I love clothes! I just hate to shop, so online stores have been a true gift in my opinion, though maybe not to our bank account at times.
3. Chick Flicks: Though I can't do the Nicholas Sparks movies, I always get sucked in to all Julia Roberts, Jennifer Aniston, Meg Ryan, Helen Hunt movies. And yes, when appropriate, I do cry.
4. Martha Stewart: Yep. There you go, I have publicly admitted my admiration for Martha. I would love to be able to make our own Christmas tree look like the one in the White House...in 20 minutes-damn how does she do that?!
5. VW Convertibles: Yes, I not so secretly would love to have a convertible VW bug.
6. Girls Night Out &/or Weekends: Though I don't get along with many women (I'm told I'm intimidating--whatever) I do have a handful of Besties (yeah, I just used that word.) whom I love to have dinner with, go dancing, and just general 'girl talk.' The bonus is that they are all just as intimidating as I am, so we spend a good amount of time being catty and talking about other women.
1. Handbags, Shoes, Accessories: I have a weakness for bags, shoes, scarves, necklaces, bracelets, etc. If I could, I would have a different pair of sandals for each day of summer, and a bag to match all of them. And if my back wasn't destroyed from riding horses, mucking stalls, and playing sports for the majority of my life, I would have a pair of funky heels for each day also. True Story.
2. Clothes: I love clothes! I just hate to shop, so online stores have been a true gift in my opinion, though maybe not to our bank account at times.
3. Chick Flicks: Though I can't do the Nicholas Sparks movies, I always get sucked in to all Julia Roberts, Jennifer Aniston, Meg Ryan, Helen Hunt movies. And yes, when appropriate, I do cry.
4. Martha Stewart: Yep. There you go, I have publicly admitted my admiration for Martha. I would love to be able to make our own Christmas tree look like the one in the White House...in 20 minutes-damn how does she do that?!
5. VW Convertibles: Yes, I not so secretly would love to have a convertible VW bug.
6. Girls Night Out &/or Weekends: Though I don't get along with many women (I'm told I'm intimidating--whatever) I do have a handful of Besties (yeah, I just used that word.) whom I love to have dinner with, go dancing, and just general 'girl talk.' The bonus is that they are all just as intimidating as I am, so we spend a good amount of time being catty and talking about other women.
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