Friday, July 23, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Blessed
Over the weekend, on Saturday, more specifically, my family and I went to the Hobby Center in Houston to see the play Wicked.
My wonderfully charming older sister Jennifer and her husband Adam bought my ticket for my birthday. So the present itself was delayed a bit but I didn't mind at all. Especially since everyone in my family has seen this particular play and I never had.
So after the hair-raising few minutes of not knowing if we were going to be seated in time to see Act I (thanks again for that, Jeffums...) it was an absolutely FABULOUS experience.
I don't know if you've ever seen Wicked, but it's definitely worth watching.
It deviates slightly from the The Wizard of Oz, though, so if you're a purist of Judy Garland's you might want to think twice about it.
And Frank Baum's books aren't anywhere NEAR the finished product so if you're a classic literature fanatic you'll have to go in with a suspension of disbelief attitude.
And just don't even get me started on "The Wiz."
No, really. You don't want to open that box.
But it's a marvelously witty, humorous play and Stephen Schwartz did all the music so the songs are the kind that give you goosebumps. I've awakened every morning this week with one of them stuck in my head. Not a bad gig, really.
Then after the theatrics we went to Artista, the gourmet/fancy/incredibly expensive restaurant that's attached to the theatre.
Like most eating establishments of that kind it's highly overpriced but the food IS rather exquisite. And we all enjoyed ourselves quite thoroughly.
But here was the best part:
I went with my family.
My FAMILY.
My two sisters, their husbands, and my parents.
And we had SO much fun.
It was just as fun as if I had gone with a group of friends. (Well, that may be a SLIGHT exaggeration, but seriously, not much of one.)
This is why I've titled this posting as "Blessed."
I am incredibly fortunate to be able to spend hours upon hours with a group of people to whom I am related and not grow weary of their company.
Now, in all honesty, that does not always happen. We have our family issues just like everyone else. Sometimes Christmas is awkward, sometimes dinners are silent, etc., etc.
But most of the time we get along really well. I am SO glad that I am friends with my sisters and friends with both of their husbands and that we can all hang out as a "team" with my parents sometimes and just have a big old blast.
And when you throw in my extended family, as we did a few weekends ago at my cousin's wedding, WELL then! It just becomes a hysterical melee of raucous shenanigans! And who doesn't like that??
Hug someone you're related to today, people. Life is a short, precious thing. It should be spent with those you love and those who love you.
*tear* Now I'm all sentimental. I must go put on some Michael Bolton and take a nice bubble bath.
My wonderfully charming older sister Jennifer and her husband Adam bought my ticket for my birthday. So the present itself was delayed a bit but I didn't mind at all. Especially since everyone in my family has seen this particular play and I never had.
So after the hair-raising few minutes of not knowing if we were going to be seated in time to see Act I (thanks again for that, Jeffums...) it was an absolutely FABULOUS experience.
I don't know if you've ever seen Wicked, but it's definitely worth watching.
It deviates slightly from the The Wizard of Oz, though, so if you're a purist of Judy Garland's you might want to think twice about it.
And Frank Baum's books aren't anywhere NEAR the finished product so if you're a classic literature fanatic you'll have to go in with a suspension of disbelief attitude.
And just don't even get me started on "The Wiz."
No, really. You don't want to open that box.
But it's a marvelously witty, humorous play and Stephen Schwartz did all the music so the songs are the kind that give you goosebumps. I've awakened every morning this week with one of them stuck in my head. Not a bad gig, really.
Then after the theatrics we went to Artista, the gourmet/fancy/incredibly expensive restaurant that's attached to the theatre.
Like most eating establishments of that kind it's highly overpriced but the food IS rather exquisite. And we all enjoyed ourselves quite thoroughly.
But here was the best part:
I went with my family.
My FAMILY.
My two sisters, their husbands, and my parents.
And we had SO much fun.
It was just as fun as if I had gone with a group of friends. (Well, that may be a SLIGHT exaggeration, but seriously, not much of one.)
This is why I've titled this posting as "Blessed."
I am incredibly fortunate to be able to spend hours upon hours with a group of people to whom I am related and not grow weary of their company.
Now, in all honesty, that does not always happen. We have our family issues just like everyone else. Sometimes Christmas is awkward, sometimes dinners are silent, etc., etc.
But most of the time we get along really well. I am SO glad that I am friends with my sisters and friends with both of their husbands and that we can all hang out as a "team" with my parents sometimes and just have a big old blast.
And when you throw in my extended family, as we did a few weekends ago at my cousin's wedding, WELL then! It just becomes a hysterical melee of raucous shenanigans! And who doesn't like that??
Hug someone you're related to today, people. Life is a short, precious thing. It should be spent with those you love and those who love you.
*tear* Now I'm all sentimental. I must go put on some Michael Bolton and take a nice bubble bath.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Blank
Well you're all probably wondering where I've been.
You HAVE been wondering that, haven't you?
I thought so.
Well I'm very terribly sorry for not writing. But see, now that I'm back in my parent's house I am restricted to using the internet in ONE room. And this particular room is not conducive to letting my creative juices flow.
Why, you ask?
It's because I'm staring at a blank wall.
Yep.
It's a nice wall. Lovely shade of beige.
But it's blank. Nice and blank.
And so I feel similarly when I attempt to write anything.
Even now I can hear the crickets chirping away.
*chirp chirp*
See? You hear them too, don't you?
But it is nice to be home again. For the moment I have no job and my summer class has not started so it's very much like being on vacation. And I happen to get along with my parents quite nicely so that's another bonus.
Here's the other reason for the absence of writing-like material: I've been ill.
If you're shocked I just have one question for you:
Have you been paying attention at ALL to these postings??
My body apparently hates me. Seriously, it seems hell-bent on doing me in. First the mono in April and May and now this. And the "this" will remain nameless because it's disgusting and I'm not sharing. Let your mind wander where it may.
Then there's the rather rare neurological disorder that people my age aren't supposed to have. And of those people I'm in the lucky 3% that have the doubly-rare kind.
I also have weird bumps on my head. But let's not go into that.
See? The little men running my insides have pushed the auto-destruct button and are now laughing maniacally as I try to manually override the system.
(I may have watched a lot of Star Trek growing up...)
But sick or not, I'll try to get back to my regularly scheduled posting.
Because I know you miss me when I'm gone.
Right?
You HAVE been wondering that, haven't you?
I thought so.
Well I'm very terribly sorry for not writing. But see, now that I'm back in my parent's house I am restricted to using the internet in ONE room. And this particular room is not conducive to letting my creative juices flow.
Why, you ask?
It's because I'm staring at a blank wall.
Yep.
It's a nice wall. Lovely shade of beige.
But it's blank. Nice and blank.
And so I feel similarly when I attempt to write anything.
Even now I can hear the crickets chirping away.
*chirp chirp*
See? You hear them too, don't you?
But it is nice to be home again. For the moment I have no job and my summer class has not started so it's very much like being on vacation. And I happen to get along with my parents quite nicely so that's another bonus.
Here's the other reason for the absence of writing-like material: I've been ill.
If you're shocked I just have one question for you:
Have you been paying attention at ALL to these postings??
My body apparently hates me. Seriously, it seems hell-bent on doing me in. First the mono in April and May and now this. And the "this" will remain nameless because it's disgusting and I'm not sharing. Let your mind wander where it may.
Then there's the rather rare neurological disorder that people my age aren't supposed to have. And of those people I'm in the lucky 3% that have the doubly-rare kind.
I also have weird bumps on my head. But let's not go into that.
See? The little men running my insides have pushed the auto-destruct button and are now laughing maniacally as I try to manually override the system.
(I may have watched a lot of Star Trek growing up...)
But sick or not, I'll try to get back to my regularly scheduled posting.
Because I know you miss me when I'm gone.
Right?
Friday, July 2, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Belated 2
It's Thursday already! So I lied on Monday when I said I'd update you yesterday. I'd invite you to sue me but I'm afraid one of you might actually do so. Then you'd win and the police would come and repossess my newly acquired singing, dancing turtle alarm clock. (Yesterday was my birthday)
He simultaneously does the can-can while singing "When the Saints Go Marching In" and repeatedly lifting and lowering his top hat.
Do you believe me?
You're sillier than I thought.
So my dad and I are safely back in College Station. We managed to drive 34 hours in 2 and a half days in relative peace and good spirits. If you're not impressed there's something wrong with you.
This past weekend my cousin Meara got married in Spokane, Washington. It was a beautiful wedding at a winery. I loved the venue, thought my cousin looked absolutely gorgeous and had an absolutely fantastic time sitting around and chatting with my family members. We are a fun group, let me tell you.
My only problem with the weekend came from my hotel room.
And dear lord, what a problem to have.
Ever been to the 70s? Or the very early 80's?
See I feel quite fortunate that I was either entirely absent or too preoccupied with gestating to notice those years.
But this weekend I got to experience what it was like to live there.
My hotel room was straight out of the disco era. Like with huge, heavy, dark wood furniture, brown fake marble counter tops, brown tile in the shower, deep green carpet, etc.,etc.. And the smell!! It smelled like no one had been IN there since the 70's! Or that they had decided to keep with the theme of the room by using expired chemical cleaners.
I looked around for a dead rodent but I never found one.
And I was in the VERY back of the hotel. Like, my room was the very last room before the exit sign and the doors to the outside.
Now all the rest of my family were cloistered together in the modernized, updated rooms a few corridors away. I have no idea how I got stuck in the ghetto. Perhaps they sensed my "tough as nails" interior.
That must have been it.
He simultaneously does the can-can while singing "When the Saints Go Marching In" and repeatedly lifting and lowering his top hat.
Do you believe me?
You're sillier than I thought.
So my dad and I are safely back in College Station. We managed to drive 34 hours in 2 and a half days in relative peace and good spirits. If you're not impressed there's something wrong with you.
This past weekend my cousin Meara got married in Spokane, Washington. It was a beautiful wedding at a winery. I loved the venue, thought my cousin looked absolutely gorgeous and had an absolutely fantastic time sitting around and chatting with my family members. We are a fun group, let me tell you.
My only problem with the weekend came from my hotel room.
And dear lord, what a problem to have.
Ever been to the 70s? Or the very early 80's?
See I feel quite fortunate that I was either entirely absent or too preoccupied with gestating to notice those years.
But this weekend I got to experience what it was like to live there.
My hotel room was straight out of the disco era. Like with huge, heavy, dark wood furniture, brown fake marble counter tops, brown tile in the shower, deep green carpet, etc.,etc.. And the smell!! It smelled like no one had been IN there since the 70's! Or that they had decided to keep with the theme of the room by using expired chemical cleaners.
I looked around for a dead rodent but I never found one.
And I was in the VERY back of the hotel. Like, my room was the very last room before the exit sign and the doors to the outside.
Now all the rest of my family were cloistered together in the modernized, updated rooms a few corridors away. I have no idea how I got stuck in the ghetto. Perhaps they sensed my "tough as nails" interior.
That must have been it.
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