Four Jobs I have Had
* jewelry counter at a department store
* nanny
* residential counselor
* nursing assistant
Four Places I Have Lived:
* my hometown
* the town I live in now, the best town in the world!
* Seattle, WA
* bumming around
Four Movies I Could Watch Again and Again:
* The Princess Diaries
* Center Stage
* Point Break
* Blue Crush
Four Television Shows I Love:
* Bones
* 2 Broke Girls
* Parks and Recreation
* Top Chef
Four Authors I Enjoy:
* Mary Roach
* Poppy Z. Brite
* Jen Lancaster
* Meg Cabot
Four Places I Have Travelled To:
* San Diego, CA
* Whistler, BC
* Bend, OR
* Austin, TX
Four Website I Visit Daily:
* http://tumblr.com
* http://www.allnurses.com
* http://www.facebook.com
* http://www.pandora.com
Four Blogs I Visit Weekly:
* Cake Wrecks www.cakewrecks.com/
* The Bloggess www.thebloggess.com
* Clinical Psychology and Psychiatry http://clinpsyc.blogspot.com/
* Head Nurse http://head-nurse.blogspot.com/
Four of My Favorite Foods:
* Rice
* smoothies with fruit and vanilla soymilk
* peanut butter
* miso soup
Four Places I'd Rather Be:
* at a beach
* Los Angeles
* camping with Mr. Polly
* in nursing school for my BSN
Four People I Want to Tag:
* Zazzy http://frazzledrazzlern.blogspot.com/
* Estelle Darling www.estelledarling.blogspot.com/
* Annie http://arkansasisyourkansas.blogspot.com/
* Jess http://icosmeticrn.blogspot.com/
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Day 6: Picture
6 - What's a picture of yourself that not many people have seen?
Oh man, this one was a lot of work! The monitor of my regular computer is broken right now, and I'm posting from my laptop. I'm also pre-writing these and scheduling them to go up on each day of the challenge because I'm going camping this weekend (yay!) and won't be near a computer.
So. Trying to find a rare photo of myself without being able to check my computer to see what's on there? Not very easy.
Then I remembered I had a photobucket account from years ago. And I found an old picture of myself from back when we got our first digital camera! It was all big and clunky and had hardly any memory, but I thought it was awesome and was praticing with it to learn how to use it. So of course I took a picture of myself in the bathroom mirror. It was taken at the first house the Mr. and I lived in all by ourselves (we were roomates in a big house when we started dating) which was also the house where he proposed to me. Awww.
Here I am at age 22 or 23, I think. And yes, that's a tattoo on my arm. I have one on each.
Oh man, this one was a lot of work! The monitor of my regular computer is broken right now, and I'm posting from my laptop. I'm also pre-writing these and scheduling them to go up on each day of the challenge because I'm going camping this weekend (yay!) and won't be near a computer.
So. Trying to find a rare photo of myself without being able to check my computer to see what's on there? Not very easy.
Then I remembered I had a photobucket account from years ago. And I found an old picture of myself from back when we got our first digital camera! It was all big and clunky and had hardly any memory, but I thought it was awesome and was praticing with it to learn how to use it. So of course I took a picture of myself in the bathroom mirror. It was taken at the first house the Mr. and I lived in all by ourselves (we were roomates in a big house when we started dating) which was also the house where he proposed to me. Awww.
Here I am at age 22 or 23, I think. And yes, that's a tattoo on my arm. I have one on each.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Day 5: Bedtime
5 - What’s in your bed right now? Take a picture of your bed.
In my bed right now? Not much. My stuffed animal(s) which are a dog and a teddy bear (shut up. Just shut up), and underneath it are lots of plastic storage tubs because my apartment is fairly small and I gotta put stuff somewhere. The only one you can really see in the picture has my bathing suits, rash guard, swim bag, and goggles in it. And no, a rash guard isn't some gross thing, it's one of these which you wear surfing to keep the sand and surfboard wax from rubbing your belly and chest raw. And if you're modest like me, to make sure nothing comes out that should be staying in.
See, Kate knows what's up.
In my bed right now? Not much. My stuffed animal(s) which are a dog and a teddy bear (shut up. Just shut up), and underneath it are lots of plastic storage tubs because my apartment is fairly small and I gotta put stuff somewhere. The only one you can really see in the picture has my bathing suits, rash guard, swim bag, and goggles in it. And no, a rash guard isn't some gross thing, it's one of these which you wear surfing to keep the sand and surfboard wax from rubbing your belly and chest raw. And if you're modest like me, to make sure nothing comes out that should be staying in.
See, Kate knows what's up.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Cooking every night? Just crazy enough to work.
I've been making an effort to cook healthy, especially things from my new favorite cookbook, "Appetite for Reduction". So far, everything I've made out of there has been a winner. This is saying something! I'm one of those people who writes in my cookbooks, so I can remember what I thought of a recipe or adjustments I think would improve it. I forgot that I did this until I lent out my copy of "Deceptively Delicous" (that one Jerry Seinfeld's wife wrote where you puree fruits and vegetables and sneak them into everything under the sun) where I'd written "NOT GOOD. Tastes like wet bread. Not enough marshmallows in the world to save this." on her coffeecake recipe. This was before I was vegan. Anyway, my lucky friend Jessica knew not to try that recipe, for sure.
Now I've traded in this
for this
I bought a huge amount of "great northern white beans" (aka those white beans that are bigger than navy beans) from the bulk section of my grocery store the other day, and cooked up a gigantic pot of them. I usually make hummus out of them, since they puree up easier than chickpeas and I like them that way. I got a really easy recipe for that online, and I go by it, basically, adding or subtracting whatever I feel like. Here it is, if you're interested:
Take about 3 cups white beans, 1 tsp salt, a pinch of pepper, a few shakes of thyme, 3 TB olive oil and 2 TB lemon juice, and 1-2 cloves of garlic, minced. Puree that in your blender or food processor, adding warm water as you need it to make it smoother. Usually 1/4-1/2 cups of it.
pretty easy!
Anyway, I've been coming up with ways to use all these cooked beans, now, and there's a great recipe for Pasta e Fagoli in Appetite for Reduction. I tried it out and took some pictures.
It starts with a pretty basic tomato sauce (I even found some old sherry cooking wine in my cupboard, so I did it like a big girl instead of with vegetable broth like usual - score!).
I picked tricolor shells from (natch) the bulk section for my pasta.
Added the beans to the sauce ...
and when everything was cooked, mixed it all together with a bunch of spinach while the sauce was still hot enough to wilt the greens. Hooray!
Very good, and it's got everything all in one bowl, which is awesome. Less packing for me in the morning. I'm one of those dorks that literally packs a lunchbox for work. And it's a pink one, too. I usually bring some leftovers from the night before and some fruit. I might be one of the only people in the world that works in a nursing home and actually still likes and eats applesauce. I even pack it in my lunches sometimes. Even now that I sometimes give people meds crushed into it.
Me and my applesauce are freaky like that. And me and my kitchen are BFF these days.
Now I've traded in this
for this
I bought a huge amount of "great northern white beans" (aka those white beans that are bigger than navy beans) from the bulk section of my grocery store the other day, and cooked up a gigantic pot of them. I usually make hummus out of them, since they puree up easier than chickpeas and I like them that way. I got a really easy recipe for that online, and I go by it, basically, adding or subtracting whatever I feel like. Here it is, if you're interested:
Take about 3 cups white beans, 1 tsp salt, a pinch of pepper, a few shakes of thyme, 3 TB olive oil and 2 TB lemon juice, and 1-2 cloves of garlic, minced. Puree that in your blender or food processor, adding warm water as you need it to make it smoother. Usually 1/4-1/2 cups of it.
Anyway, I've been coming up with ways to use all these cooked beans, now, and there's a great recipe for Pasta e Fagoli in Appetite for Reduction. I tried it out and took some pictures.
It starts with a pretty basic tomato sauce (I even found some old sherry cooking wine in my cupboard, so I did it like a big girl instead of with vegetable broth like usual - score!).
I picked tricolor shells from (natch) the bulk section for my pasta.
Added the beans to the sauce ...
and when everything was cooked, mixed it all together with a bunch of spinach while the sauce was still hot enough to wilt the greens. Hooray!
Very good, and it's got everything all in one bowl, which is awesome. Less packing for me in the morning. I'm one of those dorks that literally packs a lunchbox for work. And it's a pink one, too. I usually bring some leftovers from the night before and some fruit. I might be one of the only people in the world that works in a nursing home and actually still likes and eats applesauce. I even pack it in my lunches sometimes. Even now that I sometimes give people meds crushed into it.
Me and my applesauce are freaky like that. And me and my kitchen are BFF these days.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
The best perk ever
The place I work has some perks for employees which are really nice but haven't been useful to me at all. Discounts on childcare? Cool, but I don't have kids. Free meal on Fridays and very cheap meals anytime one is working? Great, but the food there is never vegan.
But yesterday I got to go drag Mr. Polly in after my shift to check his vitals and most importantly, his oxygen saturation. And that was a gigantic perk for me.
Background: the Mr. has cystic fibrosis (google it) and the only time he's been hospitalized in the 9 years we've been together was about a year after we were married. I didn't yet work in healthcare & found the whole thing terrifying. All that the hospital staff could tell us is that he was experiencing an "exacerbation" of the CF. He spent a short while on oxygen and IV antibiotics, then got to come home. If I had understood things more clearly, it wouldn't have been as scary, but I really had no clue what was going on and was very frightened.
So when Mr. casually mentioned that he was feeling unusually tired and icky and might be having a exacerbation, I started freaking out. When I got up for work the next morning & he didn't stir, I immediately got in his face and checked for respirations and pulse. Oops. Turns out I don't like "the E-word" very much.
Anyway, satisfiedthat he was (duh) not dead, I went to work & got permission to bring him in and check his vitals after my shift.
And they were just fine. WHEW!
His oxygen saturation was a bit low ( 93-94%) but totally liveable. Some regular antibiotics should do the trick.
And I absolutely love working somewhere that will let me do that. I bet my charge nurses would even listen to his lungs if I asked them. I love my facility & my management.
PS for the few non-nurses/nursing students that read this: oxygen saturation is important because that's what your blood does; brings oxygen to every part of your body so that it works. No oxygen, no working. A pulse oximiter is what I used to check Mr' s saturation. Normal is 95% and above. That means the air you're breathing in is making it from your lungs into your blood. Anything below 90% is not good, and that person should be on oxygen. If it goes too low, your organs don't get enough oxygen & stop working, which would mean you die. If it gets scary-low even with the patient on oxygen, the only thing left to do is sedate & intubate them; just like on TV, they run a tube right down the throat to let a machine breathe for you. I hope to never have that happen to Mr. Polly or myself. Which is why I freaked out & brought him to work. And he is fine, whew! That concludes our lesson, boys & girls.
PPS Hey nurses, what's considered a dangerously low sat? 85%? Is that when organ failure is a distinct possibility?
But yesterday I got to go drag Mr. Polly in after my shift to check his vitals and most importantly, his oxygen saturation. And that was a gigantic perk for me.
Background: the Mr. has cystic fibrosis (google it) and the only time he's been hospitalized in the 9 years we've been together was about a year after we were married. I didn't yet work in healthcare & found the whole thing terrifying. All that the hospital staff could tell us is that he was experiencing an "exacerbation" of the CF. He spent a short while on oxygen and IV antibiotics, then got to come home. If I had understood things more clearly, it wouldn't have been as scary, but I really had no clue what was going on and was very frightened.
So when Mr. casually mentioned that he was feeling unusually tired and icky and might be having a exacerbation, I started freaking out. When I got up for work the next morning & he didn't stir, I immediately got in his face and checked for respirations and pulse. Oops. Turns out I don't like "the E-word" very much.
Anyway, satisfiedthat he was (duh) not dead, I went to work & got permission to bring him in and check his vitals after my shift.
And they were just fine. WHEW!
His oxygen saturation was a bit low ( 93-94%) but totally liveable. Some regular antibiotics should do the trick.
And I absolutely love working somewhere that will let me do that. I bet my charge nurses would even listen to his lungs if I asked them. I love my facility & my management.
PS for the few non-nurses/nursing students that read this: oxygen saturation is important because that's what your blood does; brings oxygen to every part of your body so that it works. No oxygen, no working. A pulse oximiter is what I used to check Mr' s saturation. Normal is 95% and above. That means the air you're breathing in is making it from your lungs into your blood. Anything below 90% is not good, and that person should be on oxygen. If it goes too low, your organs don't get enough oxygen & stop working, which would mean you die. If it gets scary-low even with the patient on oxygen, the only thing left to do is sedate & intubate them; just like on TV, they run a tube right down the throat to let a machine breathe for you. I hope to never have that happen to Mr. Polly or myself. Which is why I freaked out & brought him to work. And he is fine, whew! That concludes our lesson, boys & girls.
PPS Hey nurses, what's considered a dangerously low sat? 85%? Is that when organ failure is a distinct possibility?
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Project!
I think I've mentioned on my blog here before that I'm vegan - I have been for about 2 years. That means I do not eat animals (including fish or other sea creatures), milk/dairy, or eggs. When I first realized I needed to become vegan (when I found out about the horrible abuses on factory farms) I was PISSED. I didn't want to have to make all those changes, and I was afraid it was going to be really hard, and that I'd never eat out again, and that I would be deprived of good food. Turns out I was wrong, it's waaaaaaaaaaaay easier than I could have guessed, and I can eat out whenever I can afford to.
My Mom gave me an Amazon gift card for my birthday this year so I used it to buy a food processor and...
So exciting! I have and love Veganomicon, and I'm a big fan of cookbooks in general. Recently I've been trying to lose weight - we're playing The Biggest Loser at the GreatRep and the winner gets $3.50 per pound donated to their favorite charity in their name. So far I'm totally not winning. I've lost 2 pounds in 2 weeks. Shoot.
I've wanted a food processor for a while now since I love grated carrot salads and I have a bunch of raw food recipes that I've never tried to make because a blender really doesn't do everything a food processor does. But I got my big box of delights in the mail today, so look forward to some recipe reviews and hopefully I won't slice off any of my fingertips trying to learn how to use a food processor for the first time. When I nannied the family I worked for had one and I would look at that sumbitch and then just put it away in the cupboard because it was too intimidating.
Now I've got my own sumbitch and I'm gonna learn how to use it, too. And hopefully lose some more weight in the process. Wish me luck!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
The Opposite of the Tooth Fairy
One of the things I was really excited about when I got my job at the GreatRep was that (although I don't have health insurance) I get dental insurance! I used to love going to the dentist when I was a kid and never had a cavity.
So I happily made an appointment for the first time in 8 or 9 years. Woohoo, I thought! I'll get a cleaning and be on my way. Plus the dentist I picked is kind of gimmicky and they give you a paraffin wax hand treatment and free tooth whitening if you're a new patient with them. It'd be nice! Like going to get a haircut, right?
I was wrong. So wrong.
They did x-rays, and then said I had 5 cavities. Oh no. I got scared.
Then they said they could fix all 4 little ones right then and there, and I wouldn't even need to be numbed. I relaxed and thought okay, this must not be any big deal.
Then I found myself with my jaw jacked open wide by a plastic tubey mouthguard that was sucking up all my spit, fighting off panic as the dentist drilled into my teeth and it smelled like something was burning and my only means of communication was to raise one of my stupid flippered hands (still sandwiched into giant oven mitt thingies because of the stupid paraffin wax). Raise my left hand if I'm not okay? OW! I wanted to raise my left middle finger.
Anyway, I got the damn slippers off my hands so I could at least give a thumbs up or down, and got some numbing something to help me make it through the end of Fire And Brimstone In My Mouth.
My God, no wonder people hate going to the dentist! I never understood until now. But I have to go back 2 more times this month. And get the muscle inside my mouth (the one that's just below where a labret piercing would go) cut and cauterized. Oh shoot. This is not the way I remember trips to the dentist, people. Everyone now has my sympathy. Everyone with and without teeth, bless your hearts, every single one of you.
And here's a visual of the labret piercing. Not mine, I don't have one. All I have is an about-to-be-slaughtered muscle behind there. Crap.
Maybe I can give the dentist one. With a dull needle.
So I happily made an appointment for the first time in 8 or 9 years. Woohoo, I thought! I'll get a cleaning and be on my way. Plus the dentist I picked is kind of gimmicky and they give you a paraffin wax hand treatment and free tooth whitening if you're a new patient with them. It'd be nice! Like going to get a haircut, right?
I was wrong. So wrong.
They did x-rays, and then said I had 5 cavities. Oh no. I got scared.
Then they said they could fix all 4 little ones right then and there, and I wouldn't even need to be numbed. I relaxed and thought okay, this must not be any big deal.
Then I found myself with my jaw jacked open wide by a plastic tubey mouthguard that was sucking up all my spit, fighting off panic as the dentist drilled into my teeth and it smelled like something was burning and my only means of communication was to raise one of my stupid flippered hands (still sandwiched into giant oven mitt thingies because of the stupid paraffin wax). Raise my left hand if I'm not okay? OW! I wanted to raise my left middle finger.
Anyway, I got the damn slippers off my hands so I could at least give a thumbs up or down, and got some numbing something to help me make it through the end of Fire And Brimstone In My Mouth.
My God, no wonder people hate going to the dentist! I never understood until now. But I have to go back 2 more times this month. And get the muscle inside my mouth (the one that's just below where a labret piercing would go) cut and cauterized. Oh shoot. This is not the way I remember trips to the dentist, people. Everyone now has my sympathy. Everyone with and without teeth, bless your hearts, every single one of you.
And here's a visual of the labret piercing. Not mine, I don't have one. All I have is an about-to-be-slaughtered muscle behind there. Crap.
Maybe I can give the dentist one. With a dull needle.
Friday, April 1, 2011
April Fools!
I'm amazingly bad at pranks. I like the idea of them and think they're funny but to date, my best (and only) prank I've played was writing a love letter from a garage to a house. And then putting it on the door of the garage, wherein a friend of mine lived. I dunno, it seemed funny at the time.
So for the last two weeks or so, I've been saying "Is this a prank? If I turned all the spices in the spice cupboard upside down?" and so on. Mostly my ideas have not been actual prank material, according to Mr. Polly. So I swore to prank him all day long today for April Fools' this year. In order, here are the pranks and results for this year (I'm thinking we better consider 2011 a warmup year):
1. Salted his toothbrush. He didn't notice.
2. Since he didn't notice the salt, I did it again with garlic powder. That he noticed before using it and washed it off first. Shoot.
3. Put a bunch of garlic powder in the lid of his shampoo bottle. Again, he didn't notice. This is becoming a theme.
4. Put a bulb of garlic in each of his shoes, because I figured I already had a theme going at this point. He noticed!
5. Pretended the TV remote didn't work at wouldn't let me push play for "Inside the Actor's Studio". He caught on right away, knowing that I can't handle that pompous James Lipton.
6. Went to our comic book store in the middle of the night and filled the little dorm-fridge with rolls of toilet paper so they would tumble out when he went to get a soda. Our business partner got to it first, and got a big kick out of it.
7. Changed the white board at our comic book store to say that the new management (Mr. Polly and our business partner) are now under new management, and drew a picture of them gazing lovingly at a winking Savage Dragon.
8. A long time ago I accidentally put the song "Iko Iko" on Mr. Polly's iTunes and he was really confused. So I put it on there over and over again under different playlist titles and then synced it so that was the only song on the whole iPod. HA! Unfortunately that bad man went to sync it before heading to work and discovered what I'd done. Luckily it was taking so long to put all his music back onto his iPod that when I offered to drop it off at the store later, he agreed. So I put Iko Iko back on! And got our business partner to cue it up when Mr. Polly walked in the door later. Success!!!
I have two more that I haven't done yet but I'm getting pretty tired. So April Fools' Day may have to last for two days this year. Suggestions welcome!
So for the last two weeks or so, I've been saying "Is this a prank? If I turned all the spices in the spice cupboard upside down?" and so on. Mostly my ideas have not been actual prank material, according to Mr. Polly. So I swore to prank him all day long today for April Fools' this year. In order, here are the pranks and results for this year (I'm thinking we better consider 2011 a warmup year):
1. Salted his toothbrush. He didn't notice.
2. Since he didn't notice the salt, I did it again with garlic powder. That he noticed before using it and washed it off first. Shoot.
3. Put a bunch of garlic powder in the lid of his shampoo bottle. Again, he didn't notice. This is becoming a theme.
4. Put a bulb of garlic in each of his shoes, because I figured I already had a theme going at this point. He noticed!
5. Pretended the TV remote didn't work at wouldn't let me push play for "Inside the Actor's Studio". He caught on right away, knowing that I can't handle that pompous James Lipton.
6. Went to our comic book store in the middle of the night and filled the little dorm-fridge with rolls of toilet paper so they would tumble out when he went to get a soda. Our business partner got to it first, and got a big kick out of it.
7. Changed the white board at our comic book store to say that the new management (Mr. Polly and our business partner) are now under new management, and drew a picture of them gazing lovingly at a winking Savage Dragon.
8. A long time ago I accidentally put the song "Iko Iko" on Mr. Polly's iTunes and he was really confused. So I put it on there over and over again under different playlist titles and then synced it so that was the only song on the whole iPod. HA! Unfortunately that bad man went to sync it before heading to work and discovered what I'd done. Luckily it was taking so long to put all his music back onto his iPod that when I offered to drop it off at the store later, he agreed. So I put Iko Iko back on! And got our business partner to cue it up when Mr. Polly walked in the door later. Success!!!
I have two more that I haven't done yet but I'm getting pretty tired. So April Fools' Day may have to last for two days this year. Suggestions welcome!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Urban Dictionary has things besides Dirty Sanchez-esque terms on it?
A little meme I got from Word Lust and Frazzled_razzleRN (see them in my followers and read their blogs!):
1. Go to urbandictionary.com [check]
2. Type in *your name* in the look up any word spot. [check]
3. Read the definition of your name. [check]
4. Think it's cool. [double check]
5. Think I'm cool for telling you to do it. [triple check]
My name means: A generally nice person who has a hard time with confrontation. She tends to be sweet and generous to a fault. They are normally beautiful people and love the Beatles. They also make great friends because they are so loving and loyal. They often do not share their problems with others and sometimes this can overwhelm them.
Huh, that's pretty nice. I don't have a problem with confrontation though. I went to my facility's administrator today before work to let her know that my trainee getting injured last night isn't acceptable, nor is having ScaryLady try to beat us all up every single night without fail. She talked to our DON and charge nurse and they came up with a plan to mitigate this behavior and get some stronger meds ordered for ScaryLady. My forearms may be unbruised for the first time in months if this all works!!! Also, I like the Beatles okay but not as much as the Stones. Isn't that the question people always ask? Beatles or Stones, Coke or Pepsi, Elvis or... I forget what the alternative to Elvis is. Death. Just kidding.
As of 10pm tonight, it's my weekend. I am so freaking excited.
1. Go to urbandictionary.com [check]
2. Type in *your name* in the look up any word spot. [check]
3. Read the definition of your name. [check]
4. Think it's cool. [double check]
5. Think I'm cool for telling you to do it. [triple check]
My name means: A generally nice person who has a hard time with confrontation. She tends to be sweet and generous to a fault. They are normally beautiful people and love the Beatles. They also make great friends because they are so loving and loyal. They often do not share their problems with others and sometimes this can overwhelm them.
Huh, that's pretty nice. I don't have a problem with confrontation though. I went to my facility's administrator today before work to let her know that my trainee getting injured last night isn't acceptable, nor is having ScaryLady try to beat us all up every single night without fail. She talked to our DON and charge nurse and they came up with a plan to mitigate this behavior and get some stronger meds ordered for ScaryLady. My forearms may be unbruised for the first time in months if this all works!!! Also, I like the Beatles okay but not as much as the Stones. Isn't that the question people always ask? Beatles or Stones, Coke or Pepsi, Elvis or... I forget what the alternative to Elvis is. Death. Just kidding.
As of 10pm tonight, it's my weekend. I am so freaking excited.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Day 24: Favorite Movie
This is a hard one. My very favorite movie, that I could probably always stand to watch no matter what mood I'm in, though, is "Funny Face". Even though I do think that clearly Fred Astaire is too old for Audrey Hepburn, I love the songs and dance numbers in this movie. Think Pink? Her rebellious bohemian dance in the beatnik den? S'Wonderful? All guaranteed to make you happy.
I thought about pretending Shutter Island was my favorite movie, because one of my friends just reminded me about this:
After he told me what an "infograph" is I drew a small version of this, and he drew it on his blackboard wall gigantically! But Shutter Island is not my favorite movie. Not at all. I'm pretty pleased that my first infograph made it onto a wall though!
PS If you can't read it, it's a drawing I did of the island with little things saying what's wrong with each part of it; the rats in the cliff wall, the lack of surfers in the ocean, the sucky ferry boat, etc.
I thought about pretending Shutter Island was my favorite movie, because one of my friends just reminded me about this:
After he told me what an "infograph" is I drew a small version of this, and he drew it on his blackboard wall gigantically! But Shutter Island is not my favorite movie. Not at all. I'm pretty pleased that my first infograph made it onto a wall though!
PS If you can't read it, it's a drawing I did of the island with little things saying what's wrong with each part of it; the rats in the cliff wall, the lack of surfers in the ocean, the sucky ferry boat, etc.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Day 23: Five Dudes
Today's topic is to find five pictures of handsome famous guys and post them. Done.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Day 22: How Have You Changed in the Past 2 Years?
Two years ago this time, I was working as a nanny for two different families; one part-time, one full-time. I commuted almost an hour each way to and from work. I lived in a large rental house, and was trying to get pregnant via sperm donor. My life was very different from what it is now.
Looking back, some things were easier; I made a lot more money back then, so that was much less of a concern. My jobs were really not physically demanding the way working as a nursing assistant is. I had more free time, and I used it to go take water-aerobics at the community center and to cook stuff from my farm-subscription box. Have you heard of those? It's called Community Supported Agriculture. You subscribe to a local farm and get a box of produce every week that's grown in your area. I used to go pick mine up at the community center but some places will bring them to your doorstep. It's pretty cool.
I'm a little wary to write much about my life as a nanny, because I still care about the families I worked for and would never want to say something online that they could find and be hurt by. But in retrospect, I took on a lot of emotional stress from that job, mainly because of a particular issue with one of the children, that I found really hard to deal with as someone that loved that little guy. And what happened to him was the reason I lost my second job with the second family, which was really sad to me, because I loved (still love) those kiddos too.
About two years ago, Mr. Polly and I uprooted ourselves and made big changes in our lives. We were living in a condo and about to close on it, and I assumed I'd stay a nanny for many years to come. Mr. P was teaching Special Ed. When we got the opportunity to move back to our college town and buy the comic book store, we pulled out of the condo right before closing (so sorry real estate agent! Truly!) and moved into a little apartment in a big historic house. I worked harder than I've ever worked, normally about 50-65 hours a week at 2 or 3 jobs at a time to keep us afloat while we tried (slowly) to close the deal on the store. I found out I'm stronger than I knew I was. I found out I'm great at interviewing for jobs, because I was offered most of the ones I applied for. I found out that change doesn't have to be that scary. And I found out that I want to be a nurse. I started out as an in-home caregiver as a supplement to my job at a daycare. And ended up as a CNA at a dementia facility, which I love.
I feel like I'm in the right place, professionally and in my life. My director of nursing pulled me aside last week to ask me if I'm interested in being trained and promoted to be a med tech (I am!!) if a slot becomes avaliable. And last night I started training a new employee for the first time, which means I'm eligible for the Mentor Program at work. I'm registered for fall quarter to start doing my nursing school prerequisites. I love living in the town we live in now. And I'm happy with Mr. Polly. We're not trying to have a baby anymore, but we'll probably start again within a year. And I think I'm under a lot less stress now than I was the first time around, which should hopefully be a good factor in making it happen.
So yep, the last 2 years have been good and hard and I think I'm better for them.
Looking back, some things were easier; I made a lot more money back then, so that was much less of a concern. My jobs were really not physically demanding the way working as a nursing assistant is. I had more free time, and I used it to go take water-aerobics at the community center and to cook stuff from my farm-subscription box. Have you heard of those? It's called Community Supported Agriculture. You subscribe to a local farm and get a box of produce every week that's grown in your area. I used to go pick mine up at the community center but some places will bring them to your doorstep. It's pretty cool.
I'm a little wary to write much about my life as a nanny, because I still care about the families I worked for and would never want to say something online that they could find and be hurt by. But in retrospect, I took on a lot of emotional stress from that job, mainly because of a particular issue with one of the children, that I found really hard to deal with as someone that loved that little guy. And what happened to him was the reason I lost my second job with the second family, which was really sad to me, because I loved (still love) those kiddos too.
About two years ago, Mr. Polly and I uprooted ourselves and made big changes in our lives. We were living in a condo and about to close on it, and I assumed I'd stay a nanny for many years to come. Mr. P was teaching Special Ed. When we got the opportunity to move back to our college town and buy the comic book store, we pulled out of the condo right before closing (so sorry real estate agent! Truly!) and moved into a little apartment in a big historic house. I worked harder than I've ever worked, normally about 50-65 hours a week at 2 or 3 jobs at a time to keep us afloat while we tried (slowly) to close the deal on the store. I found out I'm stronger than I knew I was. I found out I'm great at interviewing for jobs, because I was offered most of the ones I applied for. I found out that change doesn't have to be that scary. And I found out that I want to be a nurse. I started out as an in-home caregiver as a supplement to my job at a daycare. And ended up as a CNA at a dementia facility, which I love.
I feel like I'm in the right place, professionally and in my life. My director of nursing pulled me aside last week to ask me if I'm interested in being trained and promoted to be a med tech (I am!!) if a slot becomes avaliable. And last night I started training a new employee for the first time, which means I'm eligible for the Mentor Program at work. I'm registered for fall quarter to start doing my nursing school prerequisites. I love living in the town we live in now. And I'm happy with Mr. Polly. We're not trying to have a baby anymore, but we'll probably start again within a year. And I think I'm under a lot less stress now than I was the first time around, which should hopefully be a good factor in making it happen.
So yep, the last 2 years have been good and hard and I think I'm better for them.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Day 21: One of Your Favorite Shows
I thought about writing about Scrubs for this, but a) I write about it all too often (and post clips to illustrate medical conditions, ha ha) and b) I've only seen it up through season 5.
So instead, let's take on one of my other favorites: Top Chef. I love all the Top Chef seasons, including Top Chef Masters and Top Chef: Just Desserts. It probably seems a little ridiculous that I'd like that show so much given that I'm vegan and would never make or eat 99% of the food that they do on it, even though they put the recipes online. Although they did have a vegan challenge episode where they had to cook for Zooey and Emily Deschanel!!! They must be some of the most adorable vegan sisters ever in life. Look at them!
and p.s. It was on Top Chef Masters and one of the "Master" chefs got sent home because his brilliant idea for dessert was to take rice milk ice cream and mix some strawberries into it. I mean, really? Sheesh. Here's a link to a blogpost by someone else with more info about that one:
Top Chef Masters: Vegan Challenge!
But even when I wouldn't eat what they're making, I love watching how they do it. I like the knife skills challenges, and am much faster at chopping my own veggies after seeing how the pros do it. I get lots of ideas from them about different dishes I could make or modify to make vegan. And I love seeing the really fancypants ones like Richard Blaze who uses liquid nitrogen on everything possible.
I also get a kick out of the judges, and I think Padma Lakshmi is so pretty it should be criminal. I think Anthony Bourdain is very funny, and I also watch his travel show and read his novels.
So yep, Top Chef. Watch it with me, buddies. It's almost the end of the Top Chef: All Stars season right now. Spike Mendelson went home a while ago, but I do have his burgers & milkshakes cookbook and I make things for Mr. Polly from it for holidays and I give him "A Spike Meal" coupon for a gift sometimes. So I've made several of Spike's burgers and shakes, and they've been a big hit so far.
Ugh, now I'm hungry. Time to go cook my last artichoke - that is seriously one of my favorite after-work meals. I loooooooooove artichokes!
So instead, let's take on one of my other favorites: Top Chef. I love all the Top Chef seasons, including Top Chef Masters and Top Chef: Just Desserts. It probably seems a little ridiculous that I'd like that show so much given that I'm vegan and would never make or eat 99% of the food that they do on it, even though they put the recipes online. Although they did have a vegan challenge episode where they had to cook for Zooey and Emily Deschanel!!! They must be some of the most adorable vegan sisters ever in life. Look at them!
and p.s. It was on Top Chef Masters and one of the "Master" chefs got sent home because his brilliant idea for dessert was to take rice milk ice cream and mix some strawberries into it. I mean, really? Sheesh. Here's a link to a blogpost by someone else with more info about that one:
Top Chef Masters: Vegan Challenge!
But even when I wouldn't eat what they're making, I love watching how they do it. I like the knife skills challenges, and am much faster at chopping my own veggies after seeing how the pros do it. I get lots of ideas from them about different dishes I could make or modify to make vegan. And I love seeing the really fancypants ones like Richard Blaze who uses liquid nitrogen on everything possible.
I also get a kick out of the judges, and I think Padma Lakshmi is so pretty it should be criminal. I think Anthony Bourdain is very funny, and I also watch his travel show and read his novels.
So yep, Top Chef. Watch it with me, buddies. It's almost the end of the Top Chef: All Stars season right now. Spike Mendelson went home a while ago, but I do have his burgers & milkshakes cookbook and I make things for Mr. Polly from it for holidays and I give him "A Spike Meal" coupon for a gift sometimes. So I've made several of Spike's burgers and shakes, and they've been a big hit so far.
Ugh, now I'm hungry. Time to go cook my last artichoke - that is seriously one of my favorite after-work meals. I loooooooooove artichokes!
Monday, March 7, 2011
Day 19: Disrespecting Your Parents
Yep, I've done it. I've disrespected both of my parents any number of times. My relationship with each of them has had long rocky stretches at various points. But no one wants to read about that, probably, and I don't really want to dredge all that up, either.
Instead, here's a story about my Dad and how he was gloriously Chuck-Norris-like one time:
When I was a teenager, I would spend every other weekend at my Dad's house. One of these weekends, we kept hearing this odd clicking sound in his living room. All day. While I was working on my math homework ... click click click. While he watched golf on tv ... click click click. Weird. Later in the afternoon, I went upstairs to my room to take a nap. My Dad went into his office to do whatever. As I slept, he went back into the living room for some reason and saw a GIANT CLOUD OF WASPS circling around the living room! The clicking sound? Was them eating through the fricking wall like some biblical plague.
So my Dad, being the weirdo he is, doesn't go upstairs and evacuate me. He's worried that if he hesitates, the swarm will break away from their little tornado formation and spread throughout the house. So he runs to the closet, grabs the vacuum cleaner, puts on all the wand attachments to make it as long as possible, and then? Vacuums up a giant cloud of wasps. Right from the air.
I'll give you a minute to picture that.
Can you imagine my disappointment at napping through all this???
So he vacuums up all the wasps, jams the hose back into the vacuum so they cannot escape, puts the vacuum cleaner out in the yard, and starts calling exterminators from the phone book. They all were willing to come seal up the wasps chewed-through tunnel and remove the hive they were building out there. But none wanted to come pick up a vacuum cleaner filled with pissed-off bees.
So see? I may have disrespected my parents, but those wasps? Will never underestimate my Dad again.
PS I googled Chuck Norris facts about bees and here's what I got:
1. Chuck Norris catches more bees with vinegar.
2. Chuck Norris doesn't eat honey, he chews bees.
3. Before studying Chuck Norris for decades, African "Killer" Bees were simply known as "Really Annoying".
4. The killer bees stopped their northern advance at Texas, cause Chuck Norris has family in Oklahoma.
5. As a child, Chuck Norris' teachers begged him not to join spelling bees... because he would only spell D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R.
PPS I realize I'm probably the only one who still likes the whole Chuck Norris facts thing, but I'm always behind the times that way. Enjoy!
Instead, here's a story about my Dad and how he was gloriously Chuck-Norris-like one time:
When I was a teenager, I would spend every other weekend at my Dad's house. One of these weekends, we kept hearing this odd clicking sound in his living room. All day. While I was working on my math homework ... click click click. While he watched golf on tv ... click click click. Weird. Later in the afternoon, I went upstairs to my room to take a nap. My Dad went into his office to do whatever. As I slept, he went back into the living room for some reason and saw a GIANT CLOUD OF WASPS circling around the living room! The clicking sound? Was them eating through the fricking wall like some biblical plague.
So my Dad, being the weirdo he is, doesn't go upstairs and evacuate me. He's worried that if he hesitates, the swarm will break away from their little tornado formation and spread throughout the house. So he runs to the closet, grabs the vacuum cleaner, puts on all the wand attachments to make it as long as possible, and then? Vacuums up a giant cloud of wasps. Right from the air.
I'll give you a minute to picture that.
Can you imagine my disappointment at napping through all this???
So he vacuums up all the wasps, jams the hose back into the vacuum so they cannot escape, puts the vacuum cleaner out in the yard, and starts calling exterminators from the phone book. They all were willing to come seal up the wasps chewed-through tunnel and remove the hive they were building out there. But none wanted to come pick up a vacuum cleaner filled with pissed-off bees.
So see? I may have disrespected my parents, but those wasps? Will never underestimate my Dad again.
PS I googled Chuck Norris facts about bees and here's what I got:
1. Chuck Norris catches more bees with vinegar.
2. Chuck Norris doesn't eat honey, he chews bees.
3. Before studying Chuck Norris for decades, African "Killer" Bees were simply known as "Really Annoying".
4. The killer bees stopped their northern advance at Texas, cause Chuck Norris has family in Oklahoma.
5. As a child, Chuck Norris' teachers begged him not to join spelling bees... because he would only spell D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R.
PPS I realize I'm probably the only one who still likes the whole Chuck Norris facts thing, but I'm always behind the times that way. Enjoy!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Day 18: Your Beliefs.
I believe that clapping along to music is harder than it looks.
I believe that everyone should get to swim in the ocean at least once. And that everyone should teach their children how to swim, just in case.
I believe that rice is pretty delicious all by itself.
I believe that I am a lucky person.
I believe that getting a few bad sunburns in your lifetime won't kill you, but it will give you lots of freckles if you're fair skinned.
I believe that people with diseases and disabilities are NOT better off dead, and will probably get angry if you want to argue that point with me.
I believe that everyone and everything has the right to live its own life. That's why I stopped eating other animals.
I believe that living in a home with good heating is the best thing ever. I still feel really happy every time I can turn up the heater when I'm cold and it works and I get warmer.
I believe that Smallville is a delightful TV show. And I believe I owe a favor to the customer of our comic book store that's been lending us all his Smallville DVD's.
I believe in taking baths.
I believe that most people can probably take a punch better than they'd expect. But it's nicer not to have to find that out for sure.
I believe that some houses could be haunted, but mine, sadly, is not. Even though my downstairs neighbor has a scary ventriloquist dummy.
I believe that everyone should get to swim in the ocean at least once. And that everyone should teach their children how to swim, just in case.
I believe that rice is pretty delicious all by itself.
I believe that I am a lucky person.
I believe that getting a few bad sunburns in your lifetime won't kill you, but it will give you lots of freckles if you're fair skinned.
I believe that people with diseases and disabilities are NOT better off dead, and will probably get angry if you want to argue that point with me.
I believe that everyone and everything has the right to live its own life. That's why I stopped eating other animals.
I believe that living in a home with good heating is the best thing ever. I still feel really happy every time I can turn up the heater when I'm cold and it works and I get warmer.
I believe that Smallville is a delightful TV show. And I believe I owe a favor to the customer of our comic book store that's been lending us all his Smallville DVD's.
I believe in taking baths.
I believe that most people can probably take a punch better than they'd expect. But it's nicer not to have to find that out for sure.
I believe that some houses could be haunted, but mine, sadly, is not. Even though my downstairs neighbor has a scary ventriloquist dummy.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Day 16: Your views on Mainstream Music
First of all, the title of this challenge topic assumes I'm hip enough to know crap about non-mainstream music. Which I'm not. Even though the town I live in is full of it, I don't go out to shows at night. I go to places like work and the grocery store at night, for the most part. Oops.
So yep, I love my mainstream music. This year I'm asking for a bunch of CD's for my birthday, which is rare for me. Even rarer for me, they're not all from the 90's (past gift requests have included Super Deluxe, Sky Cries Mary, Collective Soul, etc.)! This year I'm asking for Rihanna, The Black Keys, Florence and the Machine, and I think there were more but I'm blanking out.
I also still love lots of older music like the Rolling Stones, Patsy Cline, Dolly Parton, Elvis, Linda Ronstadt and of course my continuing love for the 90's. I mean both early nineties Salt'n'Pepa and grunge nineties.
I'm a dork. But you already knew this if you read my post about putting the ipod on shuffle.
So yep, I love my mainstream music. This year I'm asking for a bunch of CD's for my birthday, which is rare for me. Even rarer for me, they're not all from the 90's (past gift requests have included Super Deluxe, Sky Cries Mary, Collective Soul, etc.)! This year I'm asking for Rihanna, The Black Keys, Florence and the Machine, and I think there were more but I'm blanking out.
I also still love lots of older music like the Rolling Stones, Patsy Cline, Dolly Parton, Elvis, Linda Ronstadt and of course my continuing love for the 90's. I mean both early nineties Salt'n'Pepa and grunge nineties.
I'm a dork. But you already knew this if you read my post about putting the ipod on shuffle.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Day 14 & Day 15
I'm lumping these together because they're both so short.
Day 14: Your earliest memory
It's very vague, but I remember learning to walk up stairs/curbs in Hawaii when I was really little. A toddler, obviously. My Dad's sister used to live there and we'd gone to visit them. Sadly I haven't been back!
Day 15: Your favorite Tumblr.
I had to google this to find out what a tumblr is. My favorite (and only) one I've seen is www.fuckyeahredhead.tumblr.com I think I found it when I was searching for makeup tips for redheads. Which I am, if you didn't already know that. I only remember the address for that tumblr because it cracked me up! I imagine a crowd yelling "Fuck yeah! Redhead!" when I type it.
Day 14: Your earliest memory
It's very vague, but I remember learning to walk up stairs/curbs in Hawaii when I was really little. A toddler, obviously. My Dad's sister used to live there and we'd gone to visit them. Sadly I haven't been back!
Day 15: Your favorite Tumblr.
I had to google this to find out what a tumblr is. My favorite (and only) one I've seen is www.fuckyeahredhead.tumblr.com I think I found it when I was searching for makeup tips for redheads. Which I am, if you didn't already know that. I only remember the address for that tumblr because it cracked me up! I imagine a crowd yelling "Fuck yeah! Redhead!" when I type it.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Day 13: Somewhere You'd Like to Move or Visit
This won't come as any surprise to those of you that read me praising The Princess and the Frog or have seen the Saints sticker on my car, but I wanna go to New Orleans so badly!
It started when I was a teenager and reading Poppy Z. Brite. I still read her. I love her books about chefs and the restaurant world the most. Then on my honeymoon, we went to the Commander's Palace in Las Vegas and had what was probably the best dinner I've ever had in my life. I just googled it to put up a link, and apparently the one in Vegas is closed! Sad! But here it was:
(source: travel.webshots.com)
I love the Saints, and I love the K. Gates song "Black & Gold" so much that Mr. Polly had to put a limit on how many times in a row I could listen to it when he's home. It's on my ipod for when I go running. I pretend I'm training with the team. Because I'm cool like that. I'm sure they'd be delighted to run the 1.5 mile loop around my local little lake with me, don't you think? Drew Brees could put his kids in the jogging stroller and bring them along! Who Dat!
The other thing I find fascinating about New Orleans (well, really all of Louisiana) is the story of the Acadians and their expulsion, and how they later settled and became known as cajuns in the US. Evangeline is such a beautiful poem about it. I know "the forest primeval" is actually referring to the Quebec/New England area, but having lived in the Pacific Northwest my whole life, I obviously picture the forests here. Think Hoh rainforest. Hell, think forests from Twilight; those are also some forests primeval, don't you think? And they're so beautiful.
Just because it's so good, here's the beginning of the prelude to Evangeline:
"This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest"
Lastly, I have a huge thing for brass instruments. I really need to learn to play the trumpet. I'd have myself a very good time dancing every night if and when I finally get to go visit New Orleans. I love the Rebirth Brass Band - they're who I listen to on my breaks at work when I'm exhausted to pick me up enough to go back out on the floor and finish it up.
Who's with me? We'll share a hotel room!
It started when I was a teenager and reading Poppy Z. Brite. I still read her. I love her books about chefs and the restaurant world the most. Then on my honeymoon, we went to the Commander's Palace in Las Vegas and had what was probably the best dinner I've ever had in my life. I just googled it to put up a link, and apparently the one in Vegas is closed! Sad! But here it was:
(source: travel.webshots.com)
I love the Saints, and I love the K. Gates song "Black & Gold" so much that Mr. Polly had to put a limit on how many times in a row I could listen to it when he's home. It's on my ipod for when I go running. I pretend I'm training with the team. Because I'm cool like that. I'm sure they'd be delighted to run the 1.5 mile loop around my local little lake with me, don't you think? Drew Brees could put his kids in the jogging stroller and bring them along! Who Dat!
The other thing I find fascinating about New Orleans (well, really all of Louisiana) is the story of the Acadians and their expulsion, and how they later settled and became known as cajuns in the US. Evangeline is such a beautiful poem about it. I know "the forest primeval" is actually referring to the Quebec/New England area, but having lived in the Pacific Northwest my whole life, I obviously picture the forests here. Think Hoh rainforest. Hell, think forests from Twilight; those are also some forests primeval, don't you think? And they're so beautiful.
Just because it's so good, here's the beginning of the prelude to Evangeline:
"This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest"
Lastly, I have a huge thing for brass instruments. I really need to learn to play the trumpet. I'd have myself a very good time dancing every night if and when I finally get to go visit New Orleans. I love the Rebirth Brass Band - they're who I listen to on my breaks at work when I'm exhausted to pick me up enough to go back out on the floor and finish it up.
Who's with me? We'll share a hotel room!
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Day 12: Bullet Your Whole Day
I'll leave some things out because really, you don't need to know every detail.
10:30am: woken up by Mr. Polly
10:30-1pm: breakfast, studying, dressed, tidied up, etc.
2pm-10pm: CNA class. Highlights included one girl bizarrely trying to cheat on a practice test and getting kicked out of the course. Lots of skills practicing, including peri-care on a mannequin, and brushing dentures. After doing foot care on a classmate, without thinking I grabbed him and sat him up on the edge of the bed, forgetting he's young and able-bodied. Oops. At least I didn't call him Pops. I also let him put his own shoes on. Sang along to Rihanna on the way home instead of listening to an educational podcast. Because I'm a rebel.
10:40pm: got home, danced around the kitchen and put an artichoke on the stovetop to steam. Pestered Mr. Polly while he tried to watch Breaking Bad on DVD. Left him alone finally so I could play games on facebook and update my blog. Will eat an artichoke, watch Smallville (we're on season 3 or 4 now!) and then get ready for bed. Will probably consider reading Jane Eyre before sleep, then get too tired and settle for an article in Good Housekeeping instead. Sorry, Bronte. Better luck next time.
PS I'm reading (or not reading) this edition:
It's illustrated by Dame Darcy, who does one of my favorite comics ever, Meat Cake
PPS If the comics references (Smallville, Dame Darcy, other stuff I'm sure I've said in other posts) didn't tip you off, here's the secret: the Small Business my husband and I co-own with a business partner is ... A COMIC BOOK STORE! Yep, really. Nope, I won't say which one on here. But if you're going to be in the PacNW and want to come see it, email me and I'll fill you in.
10:30am: woken up by Mr. Polly
10:30-1pm: breakfast, studying, dressed, tidied up, etc.
2pm-10pm: CNA class. Highlights included one girl bizarrely trying to cheat on a practice test and getting kicked out of the course. Lots of skills practicing, including peri-care on a mannequin, and brushing dentures. After doing foot care on a classmate, without thinking I grabbed him and sat him up on the edge of the bed, forgetting he's young and able-bodied. Oops. At least I didn't call him Pops. I also let him put his own shoes on. Sang along to Rihanna on the way home instead of listening to an educational podcast. Because I'm a rebel.
10:40pm: got home, danced around the kitchen and put an artichoke on the stovetop to steam. Pestered Mr. Polly while he tried to watch Breaking Bad on DVD. Left him alone finally so I could play games on facebook and update my blog. Will eat an artichoke, watch Smallville (we're on season 3 or 4 now!) and then get ready for bed. Will probably consider reading Jane Eyre before sleep, then get too tired and settle for an article in Good Housekeeping instead. Sorry, Bronte. Better luck next time.
PS I'm reading (or not reading) this edition:
It's illustrated by Dame Darcy, who does one of my favorite comics ever, Meat Cake
PPS If the comics references (Smallville, Dame Darcy, other stuff I'm sure I've said in other posts) didn't tip you off, here's the secret: the Small Business my husband and I co-own with a business partner is ... A COMIC BOOK STORE! Yep, really. Nope, I won't say which one on here. But if you're going to be in the PacNW and want to come see it, email me and I'll fill you in.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Day 11: 10 Songs
I put my iTunes on shuffle, so here's 10 songs that popped up and what they made me think of:
1. "Uptown Girl" by Billy Joel. When I was in college, I lived in a house with 5-7 other people (one in the garage, one in the living room, you get the idea). It'd get really messy so sometimes we'd crank up Billy Joel and all dance around and clean. It sounds ridiculous because it was. One of those roommates? Is now my husband!
2. "Resist Psychic Death" by Bikini Kill. I will always, always love riot grrrl music. I can't help myself. That's what happens when you're a feminist that was born in 1982. It was in my DNA and got activated in the 90's.
3. "The Timber Man" by Johnny Cash (from his children's album). I got this from the library and put it on my iPod when I was a nanny. The kids liked it, although one of the songs is about a boy whose dog dies, so that led to my confusing explanations of death. Oops.
4. "(I got that) Boom Boom" by Britney Spears featuring the Yin Yang Twins. I still listen to Britney when I'm cleaning sometimes. And it's always a good time to yell "get on the floor/shake that ass for me". The best part about this song is that when the guys are saying "twillilly twillilly WHAT" Mr. Polly thought they were saying "chiiiiiiilllliiii cheeeeeeeese".
5. "When Will I Be Loved" by Linda Ronstadt. I used to always listen to her in the car with my Mom when I was a little girl. I think I knew all the words to her songs before I could read very well!
6. "TKO" Le Tigre. Not riot grrrl anymore, but still DELIGHTFUL. Oh Kathleen Hanna, you're a great gal.
7. "40 oz. to Freedom" by Sublime. Oh man, I used to listen to them a LOT in early high school. Long before I had ever drunk a 40.
8. "Brown Sugar" by The Rolling Stones. You know this one. It's a good one.
9. "Dreaming" by Blondie. I love Blondie. When I'm mopping our Small Business, I like to listen to them very much. I lock up the doors, put out the closed sign, get my bucket of hot water and citrus cleaner, and go to town.
10. "What it Feels Like for A Girl" by Madonna. The first time I heard these lyrics, I thought Madonna nailed it. Smart smart smart. And you know what? She's good. I even liked that this was on Glee. "Strong inside but you don't know it/ Good little girls they never show it/ When you open up your mouth to speak/ Could you be a little weak". Not bad, Madge!
1. "Uptown Girl" by Billy Joel. When I was in college, I lived in a house with 5-7 other people (one in the garage, one in the living room, you get the idea). It'd get really messy so sometimes we'd crank up Billy Joel and all dance around and clean. It sounds ridiculous because it was. One of those roommates? Is now my husband!
2. "Resist Psychic Death" by Bikini Kill. I will always, always love riot grrrl music. I can't help myself. That's what happens when you're a feminist that was born in 1982. It was in my DNA and got activated in the 90's.
3. "The Timber Man" by Johnny Cash (from his children's album). I got this from the library and put it on my iPod when I was a nanny. The kids liked it, although one of the songs is about a boy whose dog dies, so that led to my confusing explanations of death. Oops.
4. "(I got that) Boom Boom" by Britney Spears featuring the Yin Yang Twins. I still listen to Britney when I'm cleaning sometimes. And it's always a good time to yell "get on the floor/shake that ass for me". The best part about this song is that when the guys are saying "twillilly twillilly WHAT" Mr. Polly thought they were saying "chiiiiiiilllliiii cheeeeeeeese".
5. "When Will I Be Loved" by Linda Ronstadt. I used to always listen to her in the car with my Mom when I was a little girl. I think I knew all the words to her songs before I could read very well!
6. "TKO" Le Tigre. Not riot grrrl anymore, but still DELIGHTFUL. Oh Kathleen Hanna, you're a great gal.
7. "40 oz. to Freedom" by Sublime. Oh man, I used to listen to them a LOT in early high school. Long before I had ever drunk a 40.
8. "Brown Sugar" by The Rolling Stones. You know this one. It's a good one.
9. "Dreaming" by Blondie. I love Blondie. When I'm mopping our Small Business, I like to listen to them very much. I lock up the doors, put out the closed sign, get my bucket of hot water and citrus cleaner, and go to town.
10. "What it Feels Like for A Girl" by Madonna. The first time I heard these lyrics, I thought Madonna nailed it. Smart smart smart. And you know what? She's good. I even liked that this was on Glee. "Strong inside but you don't know it/ Good little girls they never show it/ When you open up your mouth to speak/ Could you be a little weak". Not bad, Madge!
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