I've been given the daunting task of blogging forward. Estella blogged me forward, and I've been stressing for a few days on who I would blog forward. I mean, have you seen my links page? I visit all of them.
I can't choose just one, so I will mention a few of my favorites, and why.
Izzle Pfaff is ten times funnier than most people you know. If you take a tangent, wad it up, and hurl it as far as you can, that's Skot. I usually leave his site more confused than before I got there, but I get a good laugh nonetheless.
Bonnie has eleven children and she homeschools many of them. She does yoga and cooks and bakes and she's brilliant and friendly and I'm so lucky to have found her. Well, actually she found me, but whatever.
She's also in love with her husband. You know... some couples you meet love each other, but other couples you meet are in love, and you can just tell. I get overwhelmed just reading about her day.
I've been linking to Sonya for years, and I've tried many times to meet her in person (she lives right by Six Arms) to no avail. Everything she writes is poetry. She sees life through the eyes of a young, happy girl. I wish I had her sing-song attitude and lifestyle.
If you love television, visit Elfcakes and The Black Saint for commentary. If you love to cook and bake, see Heather. For run-on sentences that make you laugh so hard at someone else's crazy life, see Estella.
There are so many more, but that's all for today.
Rashmi's gift from me was two boxes of Girl Scout Cookies.
She will be missed.
In other news, Joe sent me an e-mail saying they were about to go swimming. On the equator. (We live in the same day again as of this afternoon!) His ship docks April 14th. I can't believe how much I've missed him.
P.S. Skipping Six Arms tonight - can you believe it? Ninety-seven cents in the bank.
A Culinary Cry for Help - and I need an answer by 9 a.m. PST
Here's the situation: tomorrow is Rashmi's going away potluck lunch at Johnston Architects (she and her husband are moving back to India). But herein lies my stress. People are bringing the following:
Daal (lentils), raita (a cold cucumber salad), sesame noodles, naan bread, tea and cookies, and either jambalaya or baklava (yes, I'm serious).
What the hell would you bring that would round out that meal?!?
Keep in mind I should be able to both purchase and make it by 11:30 a.m., it should be inexpensive (please), and it should be something that can travel (i.e. steamed veggies are out).
I suggested the Germans' tossed salad, Sean suggested butter.
What do you think?
Did You Ever Knooooow That You're My Heeeeeee-roooooooo
Noah & Monica visit
Still kinda a mystery, though. After the construction down the street, our shower stopped draining (well, it drained, but really really slow, so we couldn't use it). Then the next day, we noticed the sink (in the same bathroom) draining the same way. Noah pawed around on some things, plunged some drains, flushed a bucket of water down the pipes, and voila. Now, I don't know if it will last, but by his inspection we know that my guess of "Shaken Plumbing Syndrome" may be correct (he didn't see any broken pipes), and we can just rent a snake and snake out that drain going out from our bathroom, and that may do it.
Which is very good news.
The termites are bad news, but it's localized and fixable. And had it not been for this plumbing problem, we never would have known that there were termites eating our house.
Noah & Monica will be married this September.
(I was trying to make it sound like an AP article that ends with some simple one-liner of background information.)
I'm reading this really interesting book called "Live From New York" about the history of Saturday Night Live. It's great because it has everyone involved in the show talking about each subject: how they met, the try-outs, who's doing who, who did what drugs. The only people who didn't contribute to the book are dead or Eddie Murphy. Did you know that Lorne Michaels was THIRTY when he started the show? No wonder they were all so coked up.
Anyway, the book is fascinating, even if you weren't a huge fan of the show.
Happy 28th to Jeff and Happy 30th to Cathy! Two birthday parties!
I pull around to the back to enter the car wash, and there's a cargo van in front of me, so I wait. And wait. Then I realize there's no one in the van, it's just parked right in front of the machine where you dial the code then pull in.
I walked into the station and said "Who has the van blocking the car wash?"
And this very strange house-smarmy-type woman says, slowly: "Oh! heh heh well uhhh heh heh, you see, heh, there's a slight problem, ehhh, heh heh, we can't get the van, out of park, heh heh, so we're uhhhh, heh, calling a tow truck." Okay now read that last quote REAAAALLLLLY SLLOWWWWLLY and whispery, like an old Buttheadette, and that's what it sounded like. Halfway through her sentence I was ready to shake her and say "WHAT? WHAT!?"
I also wanted to ask her if she tried depressing the brake while shifting the van out of park, but I figured the question would sound better coming from a tow-truck guy.
When I returned to my car there were three cars behind mine, all annoyed. I had to give them the news. They were not happy. We all drove away with our car wash codes and dirty vehicles.
Then I went to two birthday parties.
(I insist that you download
P.S. JJ Jackson, original MTV VJ, just died of a heart attack.
Well lookie there
It lives (and it seems like SO long ago).
Tonight I thought I might go to the Weblogger Meetup. I got home from work at six, unwound for a bit, then saw Jalen sleeping on the bed. I snuggled and rested my head on his belly, then Dominique curled up on my left arm.
Then it was 8 pm on my bedside clock. I guess I was tired.
Cyndi sent me an e-mail regarding a quiet, late-night drive by herself last night. The 80's radio station played "Father Figure" by George Michael, and she had a vivid memory of our life in 1988. She remembered driving in her car from the UNLV dorms (our hangout for much of our senior year in high school) on a night much like last night. She's now a wife and mother of two girls, and she mentioned how her life is significantly different now.
But I am in Seattle, and she still has Vegas; my life is significantly different too.
For a Limited Time!
Here are the latest two songs I have in heavy rotation. (03-19-04: removed. Thanks for playin'!)
It was December 6th of last year.
I know I know, it could be worse. But it was those butter patty mints, whatever you call them, the ones you press into a form and they're kinda melty, plus a few M&M's, thrown into a darling little mesh bag that someone spent all weekend putting together, so darling in fact that I ended up with FIVE of them in my purse three+ months later.
But then that got me thinking - spill it. Look in your purse or messenger bags and tell me what you found that made you smack your forehead.
Today will be an interactive day here on Daymented. Unless no one comments.
I'm sorry I'm being so quiet - I've been cleaning up files without updating my recent file!
We watched 24 Hour Party People with Matt and Nanda last night, and I scarfed on pizza and pasta salad. Then I made an espresso milkshake in their blender, but when I picked up the pitcher, the base stayed in the machine, so the whole milkshake plopped on the machine and countertop. I leave my mark wherever I go.
Today was grocery shopping and watching Maple Leafs hockey. Sean is now at a Seattle Hockey game with Jon, who's back from Baseball Spring Training (with Amy).
Joe called us today, but I don't know where he was (Australia still?) because Sean talked to him.
The sun was out today, it was clear and beautiful. We will have to mow the lawn by next weekend.
I think I'll make Sean some cupcakes now.
Glory Be, the Dang Road is Paved
The Healing Process
On another subject, I've asked many people how to fix the situation of my lost Outlook contacts and calendar appointments, and to no avail. So this is my cry for help.
My Brain is Panting
So I'm in the car last week with Dad and Kay, and John Richards on KEXP plays "Pictures of Matchstick Men" and Dad says "This is a good song" and then the more he listens to it, he realizes that it's not the original, even though it sounds dang close. He states that they didn't stray too far from the original, and that he grew up with this song, and I said "I grew up with this song, the 80's version" and he asks "Who is this?" and all hell broke loose in my brain.
I couldn't think of who it was.
Now this may not seem like that big of a deal to some of you, but when I forget any music knowledge, especially from my own generation, it drives me batty. It's probably the majority of "smarts" in my brain, so it's imperative that I not lose this stuff. So I do what I always do when I can't think of a word. I go through the alphabet.
A-Z helped me none, so then, while driving, I'm going through Aa-Zz. Although I only got to Dead Milkmen and Dead or Alive and Death Cab For Cutie and got sidetracked.
When I was in the Ca's, I thought Camarosmith and Candy Flip and Cabaret Voltaire and Catherine Wheel and moved right along to C+C Music Factory and Ce Ce Peniston and Celine Dion (It's my brain, I can't help it) and never went back.
Much later that night, I struggled with it again. I mean, when I forget something that I KNOW I KNEW, it just HURTS. We'd gone to bed about 20 minutes earlier, and Sean was just slipping into that relaxed, loud breathing stage of sleep, when I whispered:
"Baby! Who sang 'Pictures of Matchstick Men' and 'Take the Skinheads Bowling'?"
(Sound of intense, silent thinking while trying his darndest to not wake up too much.)
(me, as soon as he said "cam") "CAMPER VAN BEETHOVEN! It's Camper Van Beethoven!"
So a few days later, I'm still dwelling on this. Not the song or the band really, just trying to figure out where that brain cell went. Do you ever think that way? "On what day did I finally forget some phone number that I had memorized for years?" Or, "What did all those piano lessons get replaced with?"
For instance, my brain is chatting through this, and I start thinking of Things I Still Remember, all of which have beaten out All The Algebra I Ever Learned.
The first thing I thought of, I don't know why, was from fifth grade: Allison Graham's Mom's name was Noni Kaylor, her step-Dad was Dick Kaylor, they drank cans of Coke, we sang Sheena Easton "Morning Train" in their dark brown dining room by the 21 table. Her dog was "Tuffy" and she had an Uncle Gary, her phone number (which I won't post here because her Mom may still have that number), and then... THEN! I remembered the most intensely locked brain cell of all.
Allison's grandparent's house had this lamp. Ohmygod, this lamp.
Inside was a miniature roman statue. Surrounding this statue were what looked like guitar strings, forming a sort of "bird cage" around the statue. This lamp dripped oil down these strings in a constant drip. Its was horrifying in its Old Vegas Mafia-ness. I think there may have even been fake flowers on top of it. It belonged in most older homes in Vegas. With heavy curtains and ashtrays and air conditioning.
I can't shake it. I've looked all over the internet trying to find you a picture but Googling "drippy lamp" and "oily lamp" isn't doing it.
This will be my brain's tangent until I find this lamp. It was just so foul, I need to reconnect with it. I need to know its history. I need to understand.
And it somehow beat out Camper Van Beethoven. Unbelievable.
Sarah's Baby Shower
Today, after Sarah's Baby Shower, I came home and took a nap for two hours.
I love my life.
P.S. Dad & Kay? Did you make it home okay??
Lovely dinner with friends last night to celebrate Sean's birthday.
I looked at a few places for the Frankie Goes to Hollywood "Welcome to the Pleasuredome" CD to no avail. I know, haha very funny, but we've been pining for the song "Crisco Kisses" and we wanted the whole CD. I didn't order it online in time for Sean's birthday, but I realize that someone, somewhere (Scott?) may have that CD. If you do, please let me know.
On that note, I need to thank a few people:
Elfcakes for the homemade cookies. Tara at Burning Paper for the Outcast CDs. TYD and Flipdingo for the "Daymented Stripes" candle.
Those who have Frankenstein Mix CDs coming your way (you know who you are) lemme get through this week and then I'll get them in the mail.
SEAN TURNS 36 TODAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
More later, I promise. Dad and Kay leave early tomorrow morning.