Don't worry. It's not as existential as it sounds. I just don't really know what to write about.
Some might say: then why post anything? To which I might respond: don't tell me what to do, you're not my dad. And then they'd be all like: well yo blog is so dumb it thought that Fleetwood Mac is a new hamburger at McDonalds. And then I'd be all like: you're using Fleetwood Mac in a yo blog joke, what is this 1978? And then someone would slip on the wet blacktop and break something and their parents would have to come and pick them up.
Anyways. It's been kind of a weird week. It simultaneously dragged and flew by. Did anyone else notice that? Was it just me?
It wasn't a bad week, exactly. Just nothing terribly eventful happened...
Work was busy but good.
My resting heart rate has been a little higher than normal but I am chalking that up to 85% stress and only 15% bacon intake.
I learned that I am now at that stage of life where I would rather pay the extra $5-$10 for that nicer bottle of wine.
Fitness Blender is releasing a new workout video every weekday this month, which is maybe the second best thing that has ever happen to me and incidentally the second worst thing that has ever happened to my downstairs neighbors.
I've been buying a lot of workout gear recently that I then deem to be "too nice" to work out in, so I just lounge the house in it.
I cooked shrimp perfectly for the first time last night while making this recipe. I am a chronic shrimp overcooker, but who isn't? Am I right? Btw, I would recommend adding veggies and leaving out the mayo and just adding double of the thai sweet chili sauce. Not to tell you how to live your life or anything. (Except that your life will legit be better if you do this.)
On the coldest day of this very cold week, I waited 30 minutes (outside) for a train, finally got fed up and decided to take the bus to another train. As the bus was pulling away from the stop, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the train I was waiting for approaching. But who cares, that train was probably super crowded anyways. These grapes are NOT sour! I got off the bus near the next train line, delighted to see that it was already approaching the station. Then proceeded to watch in horror as that train broke down 15 feet away from the platform. So with my near-frostbitten head held high, I took the bus back to my apartment and worked from home.
Netflix Watch Instantly (do I still have to keep calling it that or can I just start referring to it as Netflix and you'll get what I mean) recently added the entire series of Friends, which is the second worst thing that has ever happen to me. So so bad and yet...
Well, let me ask you something: sure one can binge watch something but how does one purge all that something from their system? I'm not asking for me, obviously. I am asking for my friend.
I woke up this morning to discover that Wet Hot American Summer is being made into a short series on Netflix and the entire cast is returning. This is the single best thing that has ever happen to me.
Turns out that linens are something I have to think about for my wedding. Who knew? Spoiler alert!: not me.
Turns out that Moses is a party pooper who doesn't want to use the photo of me in a dinosaur costume for our save the date cards.
Turns out that we have very few non-dinosaur/non-ironic high resolution pictures of the two of us.
Turns out that even when I have nice eyeliner, I still won't use it because it's "too hard" to put on.
This morning, I elected to eat a granola bar and yogurt, over eating the belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream that I really wanted.
Of course I did consume like 50 glasses of wine last night so...it all evens out?
I learned today that the word "dolphin" comes from the Greek word delphis, which means womb and the word porpoise comes from the French word porpoise, which means pork fish because apparently dolphins look like pigs?
I promised you I would bring you more posts about dolphins.
Man, I am just nailing it in 2015!
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Today is my Mom's Birthday.
|Sorry Mom, apparently this is the only picture I have of the two of us that is not from the 1980s.|
I was going to send her an eCard but then I was like: whatever, I have a blog.
So here we are.
You know all about my mother; I've written about her many times. And if you haven't read any of those posts...well, then...get out.
I am sure that what I am going to write today I've already said much more cleverly and eloquently before. As a writer you are instructed to fear and rebuff repetition at all costs and in general, that's a good rule to follow.
But over the years, I've learned that repetition can be useful.
When I was teaching, I would repeat myself what felt like 500 times over. And yet each time, a new student heard me for the first time. So for clarity purposes, repetition is beneficial--crucial even.
Then there comes that small matter of telling the people you love that you love them. Here too repetition proves helpful. Especially for moms.
I am not a mother myself yet, so I can't say this for certain, but I am enough of a perfectionist in all other things to suspect that as a parent, you are never quite sure you are doing your job right. Sure there maybe fleeting moments of triumph over the years and you may feel a sense of reassurance when your children don't grow up to be methheads but I can imagine that the self-doubt is (at times) oppressively omnipresent. Obviously, this is a matter that I've stressed out about very little.
Anyways, the point is that I really can't tell my mother enough how incredible she is. I can't say too many times how kind, patient, and devoted she is--how fortunate I feel to be growing steadily like her. It's not tedious to recognize, just once more, how much strength she gives to everyone in our family.
Especially this year. My mother's strength has never been more apparent.
I've said it before and I will say it again: my mother is the most amazing woman that I know. I will forever be grateful to be one of the lucky six people who can call her Mom. And hopefully because I am one of the lucky six, these words will be more impactful.
As to the title of this post, my dad loves to reference O Brother, Where Art Thou? by jokingly calling himself the Pater Familia. Which, he is, of course. But, we both know, Mom, who's really running the show...<wink>
Oh and p.s. for all you non-family member readers--all two of you--I promise to have less family-centric posts coming your way in this shiny New Year. How do you feeling about discussing politics? Or the career of Gina Davis? Or fracking? Or dolphins? Let me know.