Weekend Update

Lots and lots of really great goings on this weekend. Started off Sat morning morning with my very first trip to Ann Sathers with D&G. Been hearing about those cinnamon rolls for years now, and even have an Ann Sathers in the building I work, but had never actually had one. Verdict? Gooooood. However, my stomach is still reeling from the flu and I couldnt then enjoy the yummy potato sausage I had also ordered. It made for a sad meal. Then we trotted over to Evanston to see Finding Neverland. Having been a fan since his 21 Jump Street days, there are those moments when I wonder if my fascination with Depp should've gone the way of my Ralph Macchio and Morton Harket obsessions. But no, I still swoon. And what a great film. I think G and I cried almost all the way through it.

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Sunday morning the Eagle and I went out for breakfast and had a talk we've been meaning to have for quite some time. When both of us took an honest look at our life, in this moment in time, we both admitted that this was not how we wanted our engaged life to look. Engagement, like everything else in life, is only a big deal if you say its a big deal. And we say its a big deal, an amazing thing with lifelong implications. And what it seemed to devolve into was something to do, and for me specifically, something to handle alone and feel guilty about asking Jamie to spend his small amount of free time on. We both realized that this rite of passage could easily just drift by us and be something we remembered as a missed opportunity. We decided it was time to intervene. So today (as best as I know right now) Jamie is quitting his job. And we are both really, really excited. We dont really know what he is going to be doing next, and for the most part arent terribly worried about it.

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So about those Oscars, the thing that I have been mulling over is just how terrible Hilary Swanks speech was. In a sea of rather delightful speeches and entertainment, hers was a major dud. Way to be a machine Hilary and thanking all the various cogs. Yuck. I dont know why, but that really really annoyed me. The second thing that really bothered me was that Beyonce sang almost all the nominated songs. I like Crazy in Love as much as the next gal, but Beyonce doesnt have range when it comes to genre. She sings like an R&B singer, which is fine for her career, but I was sad to hear her do the song from Phantom. They had Josh Groban, why didnt he sing it? And although I havent heard the original, I doubt she was the best pick to sing something from a movie called The Chorus.

All in all though, it was a fine Oscar night. I had never watched them all the way through and was quite pleased. Chris Rock was daring and didnt sell out on his style which was great. And Prince, well, I waited all night to see him and was a little sad he didnt make a better showing. Or at least practiced his lines and the names of the nominees. But I still love him. Of course.

When Kooky goes Creepy

Went out for my first social visit in a long time last night. And it was a fine one. The Impaler was there, Chicago's Handsomest Lead Singer, and The Swinger.

Not too much to say about last night, other than Life is Good.

God love a coworker

Here at work, it has been plenty a month since our coffee maker last spewed out the filth that passed as coffee. On a good day, you can find both a plastic fork and a plastic spoon. We never run out of things to complain about. To that end our little kitchen in the left wing has seen many a note left regarding all sorts of kitchen-based atrocities: someone keeps throwing out my gladware, whoever emptied out the fridge threw away all the food I bought yesterday, someone didnt refill the water pitcher. I introduce to you the latest: where have all the paper towels gone.




 

Yes, someone I work with has the time, energy, and desire to 3 times a day (!!) check the status of paper towels and record those results. Apparently, twice (!!) this person had to go to the bathroom for a paper towel because there were none in the kitchen. And the suspicion is that they are being taken.

I keep thinking, perhaps once we get this handled we could start working on world peace. But first things first I suppose.

The Eagle Just Peed

Via the Gum:

Compact Risk just released a mashup called "Drop it like its Huey" which would naturally be a mash up of Snoops "Drop it" and Huey Lewis' "Power of Love"

Thats why I love the Gum.

Little story about the Power of Love, when we were first dating and making each other mix CDs, the Eagle, of course, put this song on a disc for me (and I bet you all cant wait to hear it at the wedding.) In the accompanying liner notes he explained that this was a little song he 'found' on the Back to the Future soundtrack.

Anytime you see me laughing, I am thinking of that story.

One Trick Pony

This whole blog business has really brought forth one of the fundamental things I deal with all the time. Failure. Failure to the point of paralyzation. Its everywhere in my life, in all my relationships, in everything I do. Not like a reality, but like a presence. Hanging around, hoping I will notice and acknowledge.

So, I have many a great blogger friend whose blogs I read on a daily basis, hoping there has been an update. I find them fascinating, engaging, and interesting, even when the blog is about Calculus. And man, I find myself wishing no one knew I started this. Cuz I dont know what I am doing and I am avoiding writing anything. And I know, no one knows what they are doing but that isnt what I am talking about. Man alive, I dont do anything that I dont already know I am good at. (Thankfully, I am good at a lot of things so I dont live the life of a hermit.) And I know this isnt something uniquely me, but in my group of friends it kinda is. Seems like everyone is out there, giving their heart to some kind of uncertainty. Putting their heart on canvas, in lyrics, in a cat tower. Of course, I put all my heart in the eagle. But given the ring on my hand, that isnt too terribly much of a risk. And sure, I have my things - walks and triathalons and such, but nothing that opens me up to too much judgement. This whole blog thing, a whole 'nother story.

And whats really great is the more I talk about it, the more stupid the whole concern seems. But I think on some level, that is the fear talking again.

Caution- This blog causes fever

and chills, and headaches, and loss of appetite, and the sweats, and general body aching malay.

So, my grand entrance into the blog world ending up being nothing more than a whimper. Have spent the last 3 days catching up on some quality time with my couch. Normally, this of course would be a good thing. Great thing even. But shortly after I posted my very first post I got hit with a flu unlike any other flu in my memory.

Side note: I am as guilty of this as any other, but did you all know that unless you have a fever you dont have the flu? As I got a fever and it broke about 3 times a day for 3 days I was having a little hatefest for all those folks out there who say they have the flu and yet arent experiencing the joys of shivering and adding more blankets then immediately sweating and taking off clothes and kicking off blankets. Over and over again. And at the same time I felt sympathy for those people because, man, no one really believes you feel bad if you say you just have a cold. You might as well call in with a hangnail. You'll get no sympathy. So on some freakish level, I was rather proud to say I have the flu and could back it up with tales of a wicked mean fever.

I need to lay down now.

Hi. Thanks for reading.

Lets Get It Started

Wow, I guess it all starts here doesnt it.