There are these moments in life, when for a fraction of time everything falls into place.
There are these moments and they come in the oddest of place and with the strangest of people. But there comes a ripple in time when all of the chaos fades and peaces slips into play.
Sometimes it comes looking in the bathroom mirror; it’s a moment where I have let go of my plans, where I have released the control and yet it is when I feel that I have the most control over things. In an unexpected situation and in a random place for some reason everything made sense. The quirks, the hurts, the reactions, the facades. That the categories that I have been placed in that I rebel against, well, I played an active role of putting myself there. The plans, the decision not to cling to tightly to a specific time or place, the acceptance of being led and admitting to being wrong.
Letting go. Drawing a deep breath. Just say jump.
This week has been like none other and I think it’s time for a bullet-pointed list of the fun
Sunday:
- Realized how much I hate phrases that include: boys, pants, and boys trying to get in someone’s pants. It’s just kinda absurd, and not as fun as using the word debauchery (see: Wednesday)
- Making it half way through NaBloMoPo without a major mishap
Monday:
- Threatened someone’s life under my breath, and it may have been written all over my face as well. Oh well.
Tuesday:
- Basketball. Floor Seats. Amazing.
Wednesday:
- Debauchery: It’s like my favorite word ever. And I wish it was either a less scandalous word, or I was a more scandalous person so I could use it more often. It’s also what I claimed to be doing when I skipped small group, debacherous activities.
- Dinner with an awesome group of people. There was beer bread and there were mashed potatoes
Thursday:
- Obsession with the song, Your Ex-Lover is Dead by Stars. Yep, disturbing title and great song and I blame SYTYCD for this.
- Conversation about Norwegians and vikings
- Trip down memory lane with Psalty the singing song book
- Round-about and truly bizarre approval to date someone that I’m pretty sure wouldn’t ever date me (and hadn’t really crossed my mind anyways), hmmmm.
- Gospel dance = Shimmy.
- Line from Bones, “My therapist says I’m afraid to feel.” I don’t have this problem inwardly, just outwardly
Friday (in advance):
- Costco adventure with my favorite co-worker
- Movie outing with M and H. So. Ex.Cited.
It’s going to be a bizarrely wonderful weekend.
Viking Fair.
A friend of mine had a gchat message noting that she was sad to be missing the viking fair. And me in my inqusitive nature of course messaged her with two words and a question mark: “viking fair?” Which is to say, what the heck are you talking about. And oh am I glad that I asked just because of the response:
Her: haha, yeah. it’s more of a norwegian fair, but i like vikings more than norwegians.
So a word to the Norwegians: feel offended…feel very, very offended. Either that, or start going by fun names like Erik the Red.
Just to preface, this isn’t about an Apple Tart.
So about a few weeks about I got the flu. It was bad and I didn’t eat much. So lo and behold, the day my appetite came back it returned with a vengeance. As at 4:00 lunch with my family was my first real returning to the land of the living meal, my stomach was again hungry around 10:45 PM. And I responded.
With Chicken Tenders.
To the happiness of myself and my roommate, I remembered that I had chicken that needed to be desperately cooked. Chicken that had come out of the freezer pre-flu. And of course with me being me, chicken tenders were the first things that I thought of, and the main thing that I crave. But I was also in the midst of the diet so frying something wasn’t happening. Thus, on a semi-cold night I cranked up the oven to 500 degrees and went to town.
The recipe is after the jump, and word to wise…don’t flip the chicken tenders mid-baking, they stick if you do that and then they look like mine, which is to say yummy but not pretty.
This afternoon KB (the British friend) who went to school with me and still works for my alma mater gchat messaged me to see if I wanted to leave work early for a the first home basketball game of the season. (For those who don’t know and/or haven’t figured it out from not so subtle hints, my beloved school is the one and only Georgetown University).
So at 4 PM I was running out of my office to the opening game of the season, and whoa was it a nail-bitter. But before that, I get to the game, with about half of the first half remaining and I’m looking for KB, so a phone call happens where I’m going “I can’t see you” and she’s telling me to “keep walking down the stairs.” Apparently down the stairs to seats pretty much on the floor next to the team seats and behind the scorekeepers/ESPN commentators and workers. Let me tell you, I can never sit in real seats again.
Never have I been so close to a court. I may have at one point been like, this is what mom like when she got seats on the floor at the Staples Center, except she was at a Barbara Streisand concert (it may be a little different).
Needless to say I was pretty sure that I was close enough to reach out and touch the team. Actually I wasn’t that close, however, I was was close enough to watch JTIII look exasperated at his team and at the refs…and I was close enough to hear the most horrific calls ever, I mean I was fearing for the refs lives because I was pretty sure a riot was about to occur in the stands and on the court.
But in the end, my Hoyas pulled it together and while it was just pulling it together by one point I’m not going to knock that one point so as long as we won. One word…Amazing.
Hoya Saxa (for the win!).
The month of December is the time I’m looking forward to like whoa, as it currently includes:
- Two dance performances that I’m excited about
- One dance performances that I’m less thrilled about
- A visit from my wonderful Life Partner (which happens to be over one of the dance weekends)
- Christmas shopping
- The hopeful loss of ten more pounds from my waistline
- Purchasing a new bathing suit
- Holiday Baking!
- Leaving on a jet plane…to wonderful sunny California
- Seeing my wee ones.
- CHRISTMAS with Palm Trees!!!
- Lying on a beach. Possibly having a surfing lesson.
Pretty much, I’m counting down.
This….
…is a sneak peak of what is to come. Any questions?
The words “well it’s kinda different for girls” left his mouth and I felt like the wind had been knocked out of my sails. What was different, well it’s quiet a bit but in this instant it was a conversation on…wait for it…relationships.
So here is how it all went down. I’m walking along with a friend and we are discussing the need to find a mutual friend a significant other. In the course of the conversation he’s like, “well you need to work harder to make something happen.” It’s at this point when I laugh and in a point blank manner respond with a simple, “if I can’t find anyone for myself, why in the world would you think I can find someone for someone else.” That my friend, is when the line was delivered so sufficiently and it went something like:
blah blah “well as a girl you don’t really have a lot of control over these things” blah blah blah blah
In the moment, I laughed it off and noted that I’m pretty sure I’ve said that exact thing before. However, in the immediately following moment and in the subsequent moments, it really more sucked then anything else. And while, yes, it totally sucks for me, I’m thinking about the million other girls out their who are convinced something is wrong with them. Those who have to answer questions that are like, “ooo, well why won’t you date _____?” Seriously people, seriously.
In a great follow up to the moment, someone else tried to convince me how mush he loved being married and how it’s great and how I shouldn’t be scared of such an idea. Thank heavens that moment passed when his wife was finally like “she doesn’t have an aversion to marriage, she just has to find the right guy.” Ummmm…maybe next time, we can leave that last part out. :)
Somehow it was easier to handle the concept of gender discrepancies in relationship while in college when it was all about writing papers and not analyzing real life.
** Maybe tomorrow I’ll get back to pretty pictures of tarts and stews and cupcakes.
My internet browser constantly has a million, or maybe about fifteen, tabs open with things I want to blog about. This particular tab has been around since about June.
Below you will find an Infographic Animation on the story of the Little Red Riding Hood (first seen here). Apparently it came out of a class assignment to reinterpret the story of LRRH. It’s pretty ridiculous, totally funny and maybe a tad disturbing when all is said and done. However, it’s totally worth the watch. So…Enjoy!
