Way #32 that You Know You're Getting Old

Taking a "Sick" Day means you're actually sick.

I'm not exactly sure why

I left those last ten Golden Grahams in the box for my next cereal experience.

Why didn't I just finish them off the last time? Because that teeny little bowl of cereal was only a tease.

Vacation,

all I ever wanted.

This Thursday, we fly to Salt Lake to see Nathan's family and go camp and hike in the Slot Canyons in Utah. Normally, hiking and camping might not sound that appealing. But, Nathan's parents have this great, tricked-out camper, and we make food in the mini-kitchen that is equivalent to the Food Network in goodness. My kind of "roughing it."

I just saw a Facebook ad that said

"Netflix for books."
Netflix for...? For books?

Uh... I thought that was called the library.

At first I was worried when I heard they were making Where the Wild Things Are into a movie.

Because it could turn out to be another disaster like "Cat in the Hat." You know how it feels when Hollywood takes a classic picture book from your childhood and cranks it out as a real schlockter. Hurts the heart a little.

Then I heard that Spike Jonze was directing it. OK. I started to get hopeful again. This could be... potentially... great.

THEN, I saw this trailer, and along with the musical magic of the Arcade Fire, I got a little teary-eyed.



Are you as excited as I am?

THIS JUST IN: Dave Eggers co-wrote the screenplay, and Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs collaborated on the soundtrack. Now I'm officially giddy with anticipation.

Don't you hate it when

you have an absolutely fabulous morning at work, followed by a real crap afternoon, and then, all you can remember about your whole day is the bad part?

That just happened to me, and I, of course, told Nathan all the gory details about the oogy part, and then like 2 HOURS LATER I remembered this amazing thing that happened in the morning that I forgot all about.

Seriously. It was such a big deal that I had to pause 24 just so I could say something about it.


In other news, we had pigs-in-a-blanket and potato skins with shandies for dinner. For the second night in a row.
I'm pretty sure we go back to P90X tomorrow, and something tells me shandies aren't in the diet. Since probably beer and lemonade BOTH count as carbs. In the meantime, I might need a refill.

Is it weird that I'm excited

about my new Ped Egg?

When I came home today for lunch,

I found that Abigail had broken into my brand-new stash of foam earplugs and eaten...uh...all 30 of them?

She's acting out. This comes at the end of a month-long string of eating various items around the apartment, including, but not limited to:
1. a complete bouquet of 14 tulips (not toxic, according to the internet)
2. a bag of almonds out of my purse
3. an ink pen
4. Nathan's "wacom" pen that he had to replace so as to continue his photography career
5. another ink pen that exploded in the middle of the living room carpet

The result is that she has been downgraded to a crate. And that her poop will be bedazzled with hot pink foam earplugs for the next day or so.

When you invent a hybrid word

please do NOT combine two words that mean exactly the same thing. Because then, the meaning of the new word isn't anything new at all. For example, the word "chillin" and the word "relaxin" mean the same thing. SO the word "chillaxin"? It doesn't mean anything new at all. And it makes everyone think of cold laxatives.

Also, picture someone really intelligent, like Marilyn Vos Savant, saying the word. Could you picture her saying "bromance"? I think not.

It also helps if your hybrid word relates to current events. I recently heard the word "staycation" which I guess is a vacation you take at home where you don't travel anywhere due to the failing economy.

But, my favorite all-time hybrid word is one that I've heard for years, and is still relevant. I'm talking about the word "cankles." Ladies, you know exactly what these are. And how we all say a little silent prayer at night that we won't develop them. Why, XX chromosomes? WHY?!

Last night before bed

I watched Amelie again. It's been a few months...years, even?
All I can say, is that it's magical--absolutely one of my favorite movies of all time.


If you haven't seen it, that's your own fault!

So an awesome Olympics announcer named Mary Carillo just said, and I quote,

"Nothing cutens up a country like panda bears."

Then she went on to add, "Almost 30 years ago, it was discovered that pandas were about to disappear forever from the steep bamboo-rich mountains of southwestern China. Ever since then, panda baby-making has been in full gear."

Can I just say that I love my job?

And I know you're not supposed to say that, especially out loud. But today, back at work, I wasn't lamenting the end of my summer vacation. I was thinking about how lucky I am to work where I work, with the people I work with, and that maybe just maybe, I have the best gig ever.

Oh, how we love Marfa.

Barbara Kingsolver says,

"Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer."

I needed to hear that. I also needed to clean and organize our spare room so that it's a space I want to write in. So that I'm surrounded by things that inspire me, but also so that the clutter is gone. Maybe fung shui is real. Who am I to argue with the Ming dynasty? The room feels better to be in--that's all I know.

I also posted all my rejection letters from agents on one wall. I could only find eleven of them, and I know I should have at least twenty, but it's a good start. And in my defense, a couple of them aren't rejection letters--they are requests for partials or my entire ms, even though in the end they were rejections. But I digress.

I walk into the room now and I want to do just what Barbara Kingsolver says. Close the door. Write...

The Kardashians have moved into our laundry room.

No, not THOSE Kardashians. I'm talking about my new family of red wigglers, the tiny worms that are hard at work in my new vermicomposting bin.


Now, we'll be able to recycle all of our fruit and veggie scraps, as well as tea and coffee grounds, eggshells, egg cartons, stale bread, old copies of the Chronicle, tons of stuff. The Kardashians will change it from trash into the best plant food that you can find anywhere.
I learned all about vermicomposting, and lots of other cool stuff at a training I went to this week through the
Sustainable Food Center of Austin. We spent time helping at a local farm, built and planted some additional raised beds at our school garden, and learned about local programs that educate teachers, students, and parents to make the planet a nicer place.
And right now, our home is a nicer place thanks to the Kardashians!

C'mon, the only other families I could think of were the Rockefellers, the Clown-Arounds, the Munsters and the Jacksons.

In case you haven't heard Nathan and me talking like little kids on Christmas lately, we finally got a Wii.

We've also gotten, shall I say, a tad carried away with creating Miis, which are the animated characters you can create, name and play with on all the games.
Then, last night we had the best time making our little Miis play baseball with each other.
Here is the breakout of teams:

Team Rosie:
Rosie (pitcher)
Amy
Tori
Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Bjork
Kurt Cobain
Pootie (who is one fierce trollop)
John Goodman
Mia Michaels

Team Jesus:
Jesus (pitcher)
Nathan
Ellen
Mary Murphy
Nigel
Barbara
Joy
Whoopi
Elizabeth

It was hysterical watching Tori catch fly-balls from Ellen, Jesus pitch to John Goodman, and Whoopie hit foul balls into the crowd.
Just picture it for a minute. So, so awesomely great.

Also, as soon as we get another nunchuk, we'll be able to box with two people, and then we can have a celebrity deathmatch between Rosie and Elizabeth. Stay tuned...
I'm putting my money on Rosie.

Is there really anything to complain about when you lose weight?

Yes, actually.
I'm now too thin for my fat pants, but too big for my skinny pants.
What in the blazes did I wear when I was in the middle last time?

Summer is here again.

For most people who live in Texas, that's not such a great thing.
For teachers who live in Texas (or anywhere else for that matter), it's a glorious thing.

This year's annual summer playlist is already concocted and ready to be shared. Let me know if you'd like a copy. Making summer mixtapes is one of my rituals, and I sort of wish it was a ritual for everyone, because how great would that be? And you guys all know that when I say mixtape, I really mean mixCD, right? It's just so much cooler and nostalgic to say mixtape. I think I still have some of favorite old mixtapes in a dusty box in the top of my closet. The one from my best friend, Amber, in 7th grade that was full of Suzanne Vega, Morrisey, and was my first introduction to Tori. The one from one of my high school boyfriends, Zach, that showcased early Oasis, Pavement, the Jesus and Mary Chain, and the first song on both sides was our song, Hold My Hand, by Hootie and the Blowfish. Which one of the mixtapes would you say was cooler? To find the answer, stay tuned until the end of this post.

I also have lost a total of 5 pounds on our new Abs-Diet-workout-5-days-a-week-alternating-cardio-and-weights-Diet/Intervention Plan. I pulled out three of my favorite old skirts that I can no longer wear appropriately in public as motivation. My goal is to be able to wear them on our trip to Marfa for our anniversary.

In other news, we start our ballroom dancing class on Thursday. I absolutely can't wait. We may get there and find the only other people in the class are our friends who we convinced to sign up, but that would still be great.

The answer is A, the coolest mixtape was the one from my best friend in 7th grade, Amber. Because even though it did have Primus, it also had the live version of Somebody by Depeche Mode, and that makes it infinitely cooler.

I should probably blog.

It's been a while.
But all I'm doing at the moment is working six days a week,
trying to say "yes" to weight training and cardio and "no" to junk food,
going to bed before 10 on a regular basis because of allergies or exhaustion,
and trying to bring myself to face rewriting the end of my book.
Again.
So when you put all that together, it's not so much fun.
And not so much the stuff of great blogs.
I'm sure you understand.

Another rejection in the mail today. And I quote Albert Einstein,

"Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds."

In other news, I only have six more days of school until vacation, and I plan to:
1. Sleep in until a ridiculously late, ungodly hour.
2. Work on my writing at the coffee shop.
3. Watch a marathon of the latest season of Gilmore Girls on DVD. Shut up! I dare you to watch ONE episode and not be totally hooked. They're like crack. With fewer side-effects.
4. Knit a gorgeous scarf.
5. Finish reading Cold Sassy Tree.

In that order.
Well, there's a good chance that I'll knit while watching Gilmore Girls. So combine those.
Oh yeah. I'm almost thirty. How did that happen?