From Bionic, who has lovely drawings up right now that her wife did. Maybe once the gf and I are wed, she’ll do such things for me? Hmmm… Maybe not.
Anyway, a list – my fave! The rule is one word only. Yikes.
Your Mother: compassionate
Your Father: kind
Fav Food: popcorn
Dream Last Night: funny
Fav Drink: whiskey
What room are you in?: living
Where were you last night?: home
Something that you aren’t: pregnant
Wish List Item: fence
Where you grew up: home
What you are wearing: second-hand
Your Pet: perfect
Something you’re not wearing: underpants*
Fav Store: IY
Fav Color: orange
Last time you laughed: morning
Your Best Friend: loves
Best Place you go over and over: bed
Person who you email regularly: LB
Fav Place to Eat: home
*haha! I am the same as Bionic!
I’m finding tagging hard to follow up, but Hard Girl is it. Get on, girl.
Stupid free itouch aps are confusing. Wish my computer worked better.
Well look at this. There seems to be a free blogging app. I am inordinately proud of having only free apps. And, no, I don’t have a phone. Calm down.
Today I ate fancy canned tuna from LB with capers and arugula. Your lunch, please.
(there seems to be no spell check – eep)
Or, How To Throw A Funeral In 10 Easy Steps.
- Find a dead Some One. Try to find a dead Some One You Love, as this leads to having the funeral land in the laps of some other folks you love, as well as partially in your lap. This may be painful. This may, in fact, be really shitty. Whatever. There’s a lot of business around death. Somebody’s got to deal.
- Handle the red tape. What, you thought there was just a pine box and some ashes to ashes shit? Nope. Ha ha on you! From inter-state shipping to archaic, homophobic bullshit, you – or some one you love – will have to deal with regulations that turn no ear to love. Remember: somebody’s got to deal.
- Remember shit. When you’re in the thick of it, remember shit. Those stories about __________________? And the ____________? Fill in the blank. Those motherfuckers are priceless.
- Call in the troops. You’ll want a nice bottle of George Dickle. Or some carry-out bagels and fresh coffee. And somebody’s got to go get them and bring them to you. So pick up the phone. May you count your friends as your family and your family as your friends and may they all come riding up when you put out the call. You’ll remind yourself that your Dearly Departed was good at this sort of thing.
- Call in the troops again. This one is the All Call. It’s death, y’all. People will come. They’ll show up in dark suits. They’ll bring food. They’ll make the Bible palatable to atheists. They’ll drive you and yours around and listen to history they have no interest in, while seeming interested. They’ll call you for no reason. They’ll laugh at inappropriate shit and you’ll be glad. You call; they’ll come.
- Bear Pall. Really, do we have to say anything else? Just do it. Folks have carried your weight before and will again. Return the favor and be proud you were asked along for the ride.
- Food. The living like to eat, and you know your Dearly Departed did, too. So plan your After Party accordingly. Did your Dearly Departed love oysters? Have some. (Be sure to find some poor soul who knows how to shuck them.) Or maybe the favored food of The Deceased was any sort of dessert? Then make a cake. Or three. Don’t let the dog eat the cake.
- Drinks. Have them. Toast en masse and in small groups. Drinks win at funerals. Circling with a wine bottle makes you look like good host and allows you to check in with lots of guests. Yes, this is yet *another* lesson from your Beloved Deceased.
- Good lord, do not forget the pictures. The old ones you dig out of the box at the top of the closet and then ones that about a million people are taking right now. You’ll be glad to have them. Or, at least you’ll be glad to have some of them.
- Keep talking. Those folks you love, the living and the dead, are around so long as you keep talking about them. Heaven or no heaven, they’re still here. Call your friends your family and your family your friends and keep them all close by.
Here, have a link instead: what it’s like here these days.
My internet comes and goes at will. Now, I’m all for freedom, but please, internet, at least stick to your curfew and be home after dark.
- I heart colons. The punctuation kind, although I am also grateful for the services provided by the one I carry with me all the time.
- The heat has broken, thank you baby Jesus.
- I had dream while I took my nap this afternoon that the gf came back early from her (stupid) camping trip and snuck (sneaked?) up behind me and I knew it was her by how her hands felt in mine and the smell of her neck. Then the dream got sort of weird, but when has anyone ever talked about a dream *not* being weird?
- On account of some staffing shake-ups at my school, I am sort of running tomorrow night’s parent meeting (yes, the one you’ll remember from last year where I did absolutly nothing.). HA! Hahahaha. This ought to be good.
- Yes, school is starting. I almost embrace it. In large part because I have not one but two returning students and I’ll make them take care of everything. CHO-girl and I will sit back and chillax. They’ll be 3 soon! They’ll be fine!
- Sometimes I wish I had the wearwithall to go fix all the inconsistancies in my blog. Sometimes.
- I’m off to the Valley to have bolgogi with The Cutest Family of the Valley.
- Perseids tomorrow.
- I also heart StarDate.
Lunch: leftover boxed mac and cheese with sabzi my best roommate made last night, with an afternoon snack of coffee (!) and bread and butter with jam from my mama.
Just to keep up the momentum:
Tuesday – rather bland minestrone made by the teenage roommate – I dressed it up with chard and Bragg’s.
Wednesday – chips and chile (you say salsa, I say chile) and then some Korean brand ramen with egg when the gf came home for lunch.
Log your lunch, please.
(just so we know this is not a blog only about my peeps)
In no particular order:
- there are one and one half days of school left. Thank fucking god. I don’t blog about work, but this year has sucked.
- the peeps spend most days outside, which is great, because they are messy as shit. For real. But I heart them.
- no camp for me this summer (teaching, that is). I have a fab new babysitting charge – let’s call her….. ah, something. I’ll come up with something.
- ttc shit is totally overwhelming and hence paralyzing. What to do next? Can’t think about it, can’t decide, can’t deal. Woo!
- recent fab visit from my white grandma involving tea at my house – twice! Woo for real!
- general blah > general not blah. This bites.
- j says I’m not blogging enough. Who am I to argue with her?
- the kitten, who were once so tiny, are now 1 and very big. I also heart them. The boy one likes to lay around “guarding” the peeps when they are outside.
- The New Girl is being…. well, herself. We’ll see how all that goes, as I can’t really be much of anything but myself, and those mesh less than well recently (see #6 above).
- house and yard are, as per usual, more work than I want to deal with. Lame. Dirty and untidy do nothing to make me feel good, and yet they are so hard to send packing.
- I have a new doula client, which causes me to remember that I really, really like birth work.
- LB is very good at keeping up with folks, for which I am grateful.
- my csa started and the neighbors are going to roast a whole pig in my driveway.
What’s new with you?
You’ll remember my love/hate relationship with cars. I really intend to not drive much at all in the summer, but this summer has somehow been all about Teh Time In Teh Car. Bah. So now that summer is almost over (insert weeping and gnashing of teeth), I got it together to coordinate picking up Sophie from her camp bus with getting all 3 of us back downtown for dinner at the diner. Traffic this summer has been from hell, but it all looks different from the bus.
A photo essay of my small auxiliary red head’s first local bus ride, plus bonus shot from the diner.
You’ll note there are no mf captions because wordpress hates me.
The password for the post below is the same as last time, oh wise folks of the IVP. I know you’ve held on to it.