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05/29/2008
Search History
So, I thought I'd give you an idea of what my internet search histories are like. The following is a search that took place yesterday within the span of about an hour.
It began with Uncle Benny's blog:
This is the search that followed:
1) Google search for Meadow Gold Yogurt
2) Google search (which led me to Wikipedia) for Haupia
3) Linked to Blancmange
4) Linked to Bavarian Cream
5) Linked to charlottes
6) Linked to Queen Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz
7) Linked to Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew
Side searches included:
1) Redirection from Blancmange to almonds
2) Linked to almond milk
3) Redirection from Bavarian Cream to Irish Moss
4) Redirection from Bavarian Cream to Panna Cotta
5) Redirection from charlottes and Queen Charlotte to King George III
6) Redirection from Queen Charlotte to HMY Royal Caroline
7) Linked to sixth-rate
8) Linked to National Maritime Museum
9) Linked to the Royal Observatory Greenwich
10) Linked to The Queen's House Greenwich
11) Redirected from Queen Charlotte to strelitzia reginae
12) Redirected from King George III to porphyria
13) Redirected from the National Maritime Museum to "Princess Charlotte Arriving at Harwich, September 1761"
14) Redirected from haupia to cordyline fruicosa
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05/27/2008
Memorial Weekend
Hello!
So this weekend was Memorial Day weekend, which meant that most people had a holiday of sorts. Call them bank holidays. Most school kids got Friday and Monday off, leaving them with a four day weekend to love. I always loved Memorial Day weekend for that reason. Still, some kids only got Monday off, which still left them with a long weekend.
I work in one of those places that gives just a three day weekend, but that's better than nothing!
I thoroughly enjoyed myself this past weekend. It started Friday night.
Now, for those of you who don't remember, I wasn't feeling too chipper last week. I had a bad cold and was getting over that, but luckily I was well enough to keep my date with my wonderful husband on Friday night. We went to the symphony to see Brahms' requiem. And I must confess that although I'd listened to a recording of it and quite liked it then, it didn't hold a candle to seeing the thing in person. It was so amazingly beautiful. So much so that I actually wept towards the end of the second movement.
I always love going to the symphony. There's always little surprises that happen. For example, the symphony didn't start until we actually got there. See, we were a tad late getting going and we were worried that perhaps it would start without us and we'd have to wait until intermission to be seated, which really defeats the purpose of going at all in some ways. So that was a nice surprise.
They also started the night with a few of Shakespeare's poems set to music. The chorus was pretty impressive. It was just a solid mass of people garbed in black with black binders all singing in German. maybe impressive isn't the right word. Maybe intimidating is more appropriate.
Of course, in going to the symphony, I got to see my favorite part of it. I love the tuning more than anything and I wrote about a year ago why. I won't go into detail about it. I have it archived somewhere in a folder on my computer. I'll pull it out sometime.
Anyway, tuning is my favorite part of the symphony. The moments of silence in between movements, of course, is another favorite thing. Why? Because those pauses always make me laugh. Inevitably, everyone sits with bated breath until the conductor lowers his hands to his sides. But then...oh, but then...the hilarity ensues. In those pauses, there's always a cacophony of hacking and sneezing.
Perhaps that noise from the audience is always there, we just never notice it because we're so enthralled with the music. Perhaps I just notice it in those moments of silence. Regardless of circumstance, however, I always find it amusing.
Matt and I got home late Friday night only to be awake early the next morning. We had an appointment with the wedding photographer to put together an album after which Matt got to telling me that he wanted to do something and not just go back home. That said, I got to thinking:
We're in Lafayette already. We're only about ten minutes from downtown Walnut Creek and Pleasant Hill. It's only 9:30 in the morning and most people are still lounging about their houses. Why not go catch an early showing of the new Indiana Jones film?
And that's exactly what we did! We saw a 10:35 showing of the film in Pleasant Hill with a moderately filled theater. The audience, I must say, was exceptionally good. Everyone was mellow and laid back and happy to sit through the ridiculous number of previews for upcoming films. There were no screaming or talking children, although there were kids there!
I, personally, spent most of the movie with my feet pulled up under me or draped over Matt's lap next to me. I was mildly creeped out, so that's the reason for that. Still, all and all, it was an enjoyable film. Certainly not the original ones. Because, let's face it, the original films kick major ass. Major. Ass.
Sunday my family came to visit the church that Matt and I are attending. I had a good time sitting with my brothers and then having lunch with everyone afterwards. After lunch the family left and Matt and I stayed for the prayer meeting before heading home ourselves. We took the 'scenic' route home, which is a way of saying we took Redwood Road home through the hills instead of catching the freeway. It was really nice. We had the windows down and everything.
That, of course, was after the pie incident. I made a pie for dessert to take to church, as well as some salads to share with the family. On our way to church, however, I went to go move the pie and it exacted its revenge on me by spilling sweet sugary juice all over my clean brown jumper. That said, we had to pull over so I could clean some and stick the pie into a plastic bag.
When I called Jeff to tell him that we'd be a little late, he just laughed at me over the phone. The punk.
Yesterday consisted of having a much-needed lie in followed by the slowest-moving morning I've had for a very long time. Seriously, I walked around wrapped up in my dressing gown for a good two hours before finally mustering the will to hop into the shower. It was great!
After the shower, I went about tidying the flat, getting all the dirty clothes into a containment unit of some kind (clothes seem to mysteriously get everywhere in the flat) and doing some dishes. After that is was a matter of getting said dirty clothes into the car along with some watermelon and heading over to the house for a barbeque.
The watermelon was tremendous.
And the boys and I ('the boys' referring to Jeff, Jeremy and Matt) laid around like third base in Uncle Arnie's room and watched The Bourne Ultimatem. I had never seen it before, so I was busy freaking out during the film. I was doing laundry during this showing, so it was hard to focus on the laundry. And Jeremy can prove that with the following conversation:
Matt: The washing machine just went off, love.
Me: I heard it.
Matt: Are you gonna go take care of it.
Me: As soon as the scary music stops.
Jeremy: Oh, the scary music never stops in this movie.
Me: (screaming because an assassin just tricked Jason Bourne) I can't deal with this.
Jeremy: I'm telling you it's like this the rest of the time.
Me: (getting up) I've gotta go wash something.
All in all, it was a very enjoyable evening. The evening ended with bell rehearsal. We're playing a piece called 'Canticle' in a couple weeks and last night was the second to last rehearsal for it. It's a really hard piece. Like...uber hard, so we've been working really hard on trying to get it down. Jeremy plays next to me and he and I are sharing bells like crazy. He's having to play some of mine in a couple places just because I don't have enough hands to play them myself (I'm playing two parts at once on this song).
We were doing pretty well by the end of last night. Just some more practice and a few things that need to be tweaked and polished and we'll be good to go. You can listen to a part of the song here:
That's the Raleigh Ringers playing it. They're playing it insanely fast as well. We're not going nearly that speed, but we're going pretty fast, so it's really exciting. Jeremy and I are going nuts, whooping and hollering all over the show. We also have a tendency so talk to each other while we're playing. I tell Jeremy to get ready to play one of my bells and he tells me to move so he can do it. It's actually pretty amusing.
So yeah, that was my weekend. It was back to the grind this morning. I'm actually not that sad about the whole thing. It's pretty good to be back today. It's been productive thus far and I haven't been bored yet, so everything is great here.
In other news, I'm trying to get Rubio's to build a location in Larkspur for Matt. It's a plan I have in the works. We'll see how much ground I can cover with that. I have a feeling I'd be the best wife ever if they put a location in Larkspur. I'd get serious points for that.
Mike is in the office at the moment heckling Linda.
And I really should end this blog and do something else. I'll write again soon.
Later Days
Arty
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05/22/2008
Forfeit
You have a type
A tendency
A pre-disposed affection for them
Girls with dark hair
Girls that leave you lonely
Girls that perpetuate your melancholic disposition
It’s because they’re all like her
In some form
Or another
They’re all like her
Mistress of the north
Ice queen of the heart
She gives you ultimatums
She tells you that “it’s going to have to be her”
“Or it’s going to have to be me”
“You can’t have both”
“You just can’t”
But why?
It’s because girl B is not girl A
Girl B vastly overshadows girl A
In everything
Girl B has everything girl A doesn’t
Or so it appears to everyone
But it isn’t so
Both are gifted with magnetic
Flirtatious
Winning personalities
But one is given to jealousy
Rage
Self-loathing
While the other remains unaware
Funny
Blissfully enjoying her life
And it’s this that you are drawn to
Inexplicably drawn to
Forced to notice
It’s this vast ocean of difference
Despite the dark hair
And the dark mystery
You’re drawn to the happiness
The sunny qualities
The lack of self-doubt
You’re drawn to it
Because it’s not who you yourself are
You’re not like girl B
And you’re more like girl A
The one who forced you to choose
Even though you didn’t
But you did
You chose a long time ago
And although you say you didn’t
Girl B knows better
You chose girl A
Despite the nastiness in her spirit
The green poison of jealousy in her soul
Girl B knows this
And she knows why
She understands why
It’s because darkness can hide a multitude of sin
The light of girl B would have exposed you
Laid bare the blemishes you have taken such care to hide
You chose girl A because she has the same scars
The same insecurities
Perhaps even uglier marks that she hides
You chose her because she’s most like you
Because you stand a better chance with her
Because darkness cannot marry light
But guess what
You chose foolishly
Because although it’s true that darkness cannot marry light
You forget that light destroys all darkness in due course
It works slowly
But it creeps into the darkest corners
And makes the darkness light
That’s what girl B could have offered you
Had you been wise enough to accept it
But you retreated into darkness
And there you stay
Behind a screen that keeps you from the light
From happiness
From a life without ugliness
But you chose her over me
And I have no sympathy for you now
No unexplained need to save you
Because I was being dragged into that darkness
But unlike you and unlike her
I saw the dangers it held
And I fled
Because sometimes you have to do what’s right for yourself
Despite how much you want to help the others
You just can’t sometimes
So forfeit yourself
Forfeit your joy
Forfeit your chances
Forfeit the light
So choose her over me
Wallow in your self pity
Your levels of self worth
But for the love of everything good
Everything pure
Flee from the darkness of her
Forfeit her darkness
Even if you can’t forfeit your own
The light begs this of you
Choose nothing over something poisonous
Choose to run away
Choose to be brave in the face of uncertainty
Learn to stay afloat
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Show
So I went to see Bow Fire last night with Matt and my parents, even though I wasn't feeling too hot. My mom had gotten tickets weeks ago for it and I, not anticipating the sickness that's racking my body, said I'd go.
It was an interesting show, to say the least. A whole bunch of amazingly talented, well educated in their craft, violin players got up on stage and did crazy things with their instruments. It really was unlike anything I've ever seen before...as was the audience.
We were seated a row in front of a group of people that quite literally fell off the turnip truck on the way from one barn raising to another and somehow found their way inside the theatre. They were SO annoying. So much so that I wanted to turn around to one of the guys in the group and punch him in the nuts.
There was a conversation to that effect:
Me: Gosh, I wanted to turn around and punch that guy in the nuts!
Mom: They were enjoying themselves.
Me: Good, because that's probably the most cultured thing they'll ever attend in their lives.
Matt: You're a snob.
Me: Yes I am a snob. I listen to opera and go to the symphony. I come to places like this to enjoy the experience of music, not be held hostage to a row of yokels.
Matt: That doesn't make you better than them.
Me: There was a very evident lack of knowledge when it came to etiquette. For example, it's rude to continuously kick the seat in front of you since the person in that seat might find it annoying.
Matt: Yes, but...
Me: Furthermore, it's impolite to whoop and holler during a performance while it's happening.
Mom: They were enjoying themselves.
Me: Well they can enjoy themselves when they go back to Kansas to raise a barn via the tornado that brought them here to my emerald theatre.
It's important to note that the Paramount is a gorgeously awesome art deco theatre in downtown. A large portion of the art deco reliefs are done over in green and bronze, so the emerald theatre comment fits. And yes, I'm capable of being a snob. I'm not really a snob deep down. Just on the surface sometimes.
Anyway, I thought I'd write about my experience there. Right now, however, I think I'm going to try and get some sleep...which will be made very interesting considering I'm at work.
Later Days
Arty
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05/19/2008
All Things New
Afternoon, kids! I thought I'd take a moment to blog this afternoon just for kicks. A lot of new things are happening where I live and it's all very exciting. I need to tell someone and since you're a captive audience, I might as well share things with you.
Firstly, my mother and I are going to start exercising on a regular basis. She was telling me yesterday that she was seriously considering joining a gym, but I quickly talked her out of that one. I mean, joining a gym would be a great thing for her, but knowing my mother as I do, I think it'd be a big waste of money for a membership fee.
That said, I convinced my mom to try something else entirely and I agreed to do it with her. I agreed to go swimming with her two to three times a week at my alma mater, Mills. As an alumnae, I get a discount on the pool fees there as do my immediate family. Woo!
I suggested swimming because it's low impact and won't shock my mother's knees. She's not a big swimmer. She prefers to just sit around in the pool and float in the shallows, but again I convinced her to split a lane with me. She can use a kick board to kick around and I can do the hard core swimming...because I LOVE swimming. Absolutely love and adore it. While I can pretty much do any stroke (excpet the butterfly because that's just not worth the effort for me!), I'm a huge fan of the breast stroke, so I'll be swimming laps around my mother as she paddles her way from one end to the other.
It'll be really good to get back into the water. It's been too long. And it'll be great for both of us!
First Trefethen Day is tomorrow. Woo!!
Secondly, Alameda has been in the throws of refurbishing a gorgeous old movie theater that was built in the 20s. That's right. We're talking Art Deco in all it's glory and it's absolutely cool. They've been refurbishing it for a long time now, but last week they finally took down the temporary fences, erased the temporary lane markers and repainted the street so that it's back to normal.
They're doing the finishing touches on the theater now...stuff like rewiring the marquee and setting up the lights around the 'coming soon' posters. I'm really looking forward to seeing the inside.
The old theater had one screen. The new theater has the newly refurbished old screen room plus an additional seven screens. And guess what the opening movie will be on all those screens. Oh yeah, baby! The new Indiana Jones movie will be playing and I'm about ready to wet myself in excitement. I'm a big Indiana Jones fan, which actually works in my favor because Matt loves Indiana Jones.
As a side note, I also love Star Wars. The original ones. Not those CGed, mind-numbing, painful, 'I want to take my own life right now' newer ones. Honest to goodness! I mean, don't get me wrong. George Lucas has amazing visionary talent. He just can't direct worth beans. So that aside, I'm a huge original Star Wars fan...and I know...I'm every guys dream for that.
Thirdly, I got myself a hot date on Friday night. Matt and I will be heading over to the city to see the symphony play Brahms' Requiem. He's very excited.
This date orginated at Christmas time when I gave Matt the gift of Yoshi's. For those of you who don't know, Yoshi's is a local jazz club. Since Matt didn't see anything he liked playing at Yoshi's, he asked if we could go see the Requiem instead.
Now, I hesitated at first because between getting to go to a jazz club for the evening to hear some jazz or going to the symphony to hear a requiem, I'd choose the jazz club. Luckily, Matt had a recording of said requiem and I sat and listened to it with him a few weeks ago. When asked what I thought of it at the end, I said I'd gladly waste another two hours of my life listening to it, which was my way of saying I approved of the requiem while still giving Matt a bad time about it.
So given that story, I agreed to take him to the requiem instead of Yoshi's, so Friday night is the night. Hot date in the city with my favorite man. It's gonna be great.
Fourthly, the second Trefethen Day will be this coming Saturday. And just because I realize now that I didn't explain that before, Trefethen is the name of the aquatics center at my alma mater. And I've nicknamed the days that I'm going to the pool with my mom Trefethen Days.
Fifthly, June sees in the beginning of the summer season around teh Bay Area. What that basically means is that throughout the Bay Area there will be festivals, outdoor theatre, symphony in the park gigs and a host of other awesome seasonal fun to be had.
Matt and I have tickets to go see Pericles at an outdoor Shakespeare festival theatre that's local. Then a week later we'll be heading back to the city to see the symphony perform Beethoven's 7th. Matt's very excited about this too.
Somewhere during the months of June, July and August, we'll probably be attending Woodminster for a show or two with the entire family. The same Shakespeare festival that's performing Pericles will be performing Oscar Wilde's The Ideal Husband, Uncle Vanya and then closing out their season with Twelfth Night, another fabulous Shakespeare play.
I'm not so hot on the idea of Uncle Vanya, but Oscar Wilde never disappoints and Shakespeare certainly never does either! So we might be going back later this summer for some more Shakespeare.
In between all of that there's a slew of Trefethen Days. And of course there's work to keep me busy, a husband to keep me company and a family to keep me laughing.
All in all, I'd say I'm looking forward to summer in a very big way.
No doubt there will be trips up north to the coast, trips to beaches, perhaps a trip to southern California. The possibilities are endless! And it's all very exciting.
Now, you know what would excite me even more? Some current blog posts from the likes of DJ, Aimes and a few others. Seriously guys, what's up? You disappear for aaaaages and then say nothing for aaaaages and leave me wondering what the heck you all are up to. What's that about?
Sixth, a new bookstore just opened up on the island. It's a Borders, which pleases me immensely, but having gone inside it, I'm not that bothered anymore. It's small and not well stocked with the kinds of things I like to read, so I'm a bit disappointed with that. Still, a bookstore is a bookstore.
Seventh, a Daphne's is going in three blocks from where I live. All I have to say is this:
Eighth, pasta salad for dinner. 'Nuff said.
Ninth, I'm uber excited for my brothers. They're both graduating this year, Jeff from high school and Jeremy from middle school.
As we speak, jeff is in New York for a week. He called to say he'd gotten there safely about two hours ago. He'll be seeing four shows, having a behind the scenes session with the cast from one of them, he'll be participating in an Alvin Ailey session and eating a Nathan's hot dog. I'm somewaht jealous of him. He'll have a great time, though!
And just so you know, he's there with a whole bunch of people from school that are part of the Performing Arts Academy, which is what I belonged to in high school and what my mother and uncles belonged to in high school. There's a long legacy of involvement there and it's continuing on now this week with Jeff.
We're all really happy for him.
Tenth, Sara's party was yesterday. She's all official and everything! Cum Laude official and interviewing for a job on Wednesday. A good job it sounds like as well. I mean, the work schedule would be crazy for her, but she asked my opinion on the matter and I told her if she was offered the job to take it. She can always give notice if it turns out to be too much for her, but I told her that it's near to impossible for a recent college graduate to find a job right away like that.
God is being good to her and our family. It took me six months to find a job after I graduated, but in retrospect I can see that my grandmother was absolutely right in telling me that God would provide a job for me at the right time with the right people. And He has. God has provided for me exactly what I needed and when I needed it. It's an amazing thing, really, the more I think about it.
But now, if you'll excuse me, I have a student who's been in the office all day not feeling well. Thing is, although I don't doubt she's feel a bit stuffed up (who isn't?!?!), I very much doubt she's as ill as she's making out. She just wants to go home and her mother said 'no' so now Linda and I are having to deal with fake coughing and tears and 'tight chest' syndrome. Well, if you stopped blubbering, your chest wouldn't feel tight!
Gosh!
Later Days,
Arty
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05/16/2008
The Not-So-Fabulous Life
Hello blogdom. I trust you all survived in my absence for a few days. Since I last spoke with you, some things have happened.
There's a heat wave hitting our little slice of heaven. The projected high as of last night for Oaktown was 100 degrees tomorrow. I was pleased this morning to see that the liars have since chipped away at the insanity and settled for a more modest 94 as the projected high for tomorrow's temperatures.
Amy (co-worker of mine) and I are going to be cleaning out the staff fridge tomorrow. A good time should be had by all. There's is something funky coming out of there and it is NOT okay. I'm therefore braving the science fair-esque cultures and cleaning everything out in an attempt to get rid of the funk. I'm also being sent out for some supplies tomorrow and while out and about I'm going to buy baking soda to throw into the fridge.
I love baking soda, by the way. It's the best thing ever.
I have a sneaking suspicion that our janitorial service here at work is stealing from us. Nothing terribly huge, but things have been going missing at peculiar times. I mean, I order 16,000 paper towels for each site every month. You'd think that that number of towels would last us for the month. Granted, I know they're a commodity that's used very regularly, but 16,000 for a month should cover us.
Also, the brand new gallon of Simple Green...the cleaning solution that uses two ounces added to a full gallon of water to reach cleaning potential...has turned up missing. Brand new. As in, I ordered it two weeks ago. I've got a bug in my boss' ear about that one.
So, forigve me at this point, but there's been a slight lapse of time here in this blog. I started writing it Wednesday, but for one reason or the other, it's now Friday and I'm back at the blogging. So...just fast forward a couple days.
The weather has been fortcasted the last couple days to be misery on a soda cracker. That's a pretty accurate description of it too. Yesterday it was hotter than blazes on the island, which is the coolest place in the East Bay. At least it's supposed to be. I called my grandmother a couple times to make sure she was drinking her water and staying downstairs at the house.
For those of you that don't know, the house is split level, so the bottom-most level is actuall partially underground. It's got concrete floors and everything. That said, it's the coolest place in the house when heat takes over. Uncle Arnie's room is down there, so she had a TV to watch and other stuff to keep her occupied. Personally, I'd have slept. But then again, given that choice amongst a plethora of others, I'd choose to sleep every time. I'm that kind of girl.
So today is hot too. It's not supposed to be as hot, but I think I'll downgrade it to misery on a Triscuit today. Once again the lights in my office are off to keep it as cool as possible and between Linda and me, we have five fans going, each in a different direction. I don't know how much of a difference it's making, but they're going anyway.
I'm considering going to Home Depot after work to pick up one of two more fans for the apartment. We have a little one that we used last night, but it's actually one that we gaffed from the house a while ago and just had in the back closet until yesterday. Problem is, while it still works and does it's job, it makes a lot of noise, which bothers Matt when he's trying to sleep. I could care less about the sound so long as it's cool.
We need to look into a ceiling fan.
Game Show night is upon us! Tomorrow night is the big night. All the planning that my uncles have done will finally come to fruition. I'm actually really looking forward to it. I've been regailed with stories of the good old days when Game Show night was done a lot more than it is now.
Slated are:
- Jeopardy (a personal favorite because I'm an all around nerd)
- Family Feud (I've actually been asked to host this one...yay!)
- $25,000 Pyramid (which is a favorite of Uncle Benny's).
All in all, it should be a fun night full of many, many laughs. I'm told that I was asked to be the host of Family Feud because of my razor-like tongue. All I'm saying is I have no idea what people are talking about.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I have some ice to get because it's THAT blasted hot.
Later Days,
Arty
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05/08/2008
Pink, Green and Silver
So a few things have been happening lately.
Played the flute for the first time in a long while. Did it with Sarah.
Have very girly, very pink toenails.
Have hair that's getting rather long. Something must be done about it.
Looked at Julia's website today to see if there was any new stuffs I want. There is.
Have dew-like skin thanks to Aveda. I loves their product line.
Still admire my wedding ring.
Made stuffed peppers for dinner. The better half enjoyed them. Made me feel somewhat better for the fact that the peppers weren't quite cooked long enough by telling me that my stuffing for said peppers was amazing. *grins gleefully* Amazing is what he said.
Been bored at work lately. There's a lack of work between the beginning and the end of the month. You know, that incessant period known as the 4th through the 29th or so. Banes.
Got a birthday card from Uncle Ron and Aunt Becky with some moneys in it for iTunes. Woo! Now I can buy that song that Jeff never sent me like he said he would. Douche.
Got my first formal invitation today in the mail as a married woman. It was strange to see just my name on it without my mom or grandmother's. It was a married name at that. Yeah. Weird.
Had Marco and Nicole stop by last night with our wedding gift. It was our other hamper, which pleased me very much, but what pleased me even more was that they had taken the time to go and fill it with laundry things. Detergent. Wrinkle release spray. Mesh washing bag for 'delicate' items. Tide-to-go pen. Like I said, I'm pleased beyond words with that gift.
Been thinking about Ginger lately and I don't know why. That's Ginger the person, not the spice.
Been thinking a lot about Sara as well and how proud I am of her for being a cum laude. Also how happy I am she was in the wedding. Also about how sweet she is for the present she got me and gave me on my wedding day.
Discovered that Nob Hill sells pre-made crepes. Yumminess factor still has yet to be determined.
Saw Ava last night. She's a girl that works at the UPS Store here on the island. I remember her and her name very vividly because she's the kind of person you have trouble forgetting because they're so nice and pleasant.
Got my new bank card and medical card with my married name emblazoned on them. I worry about identity theft now that I have a common last name. Matt says to guard against it, I should refrain from giving out my social security number like candy.
Surprised it's already Thursday.
Have tons of thank-you cards left to write. We had to re-stock our stamp collection because we ran out. Matt went to the post office place today and got 60 of the bad boys...so there's no excuse now. It makes me sad.
Matt might have possibly talked his boss' wife into getting us a new car for a wedding present because 'there's nothing left on the registry.' British racing green mini FTW. I'd also accept a Nissan Murano in gunmetal gray. Don't judge me. It's a sexy car.
Have a mountain of laundry to do. I miss having machines at my disposal in my own house.
Had an infection. Took antibiotics for it. Now I'm better. I blame Matt for it.
Still wondering what Matt's infatuation is with organ music. And Bach. And hi-fi equipment. And smelly French cheese.
Had a whole glass of red wine on an empty stomach last night. It was great.
I've been thinking we need a smaller coffee table, especially since Matt likes pulling his speakers out from the wall and leaving them there.
Thinking about spending some time soon to sit and listen to Rimsky-Korsokov's Sheherezade with the full score in front of me. There's something very sensual and sexy and mysterious about that violin solo
Becoming a jazz fan more and more.
Thinking about going to a baseball game this summer with the husband. Also thinking about going to see a Shakespeare play in Orinda.
Sad because I can't take Jeremy to see Phantom of the Opera.
Being heckled to learn discretion.
Later Days,
Arty
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