Thursday, December 31, 2009
And I wonder what the first decade of the 21st century will be remembered for. The housing crisis? The United States' first black president? Granting then revoking same sex marriage rights in California? The MySpace, Facebook, Twitter explosion? War, war and more war?
What do you think?
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
What cool prezzies did you get over the holidays?
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
But like B said, it was the best Christmas ever. And if crazy delays and airport stays are the price we have to pay, it's all worth it.
How far did you travel for the holidays?
Monday, December 28, 2009
Only W has been ambitious enough to snowshoe. I didn't even take up the invitation to stroll out to the mailbox.
It's that kind of day.
How do you spend snowy days?
Sunday, December 27, 2009
What cooking experiment have you tried lately that fell flat?
Saturday, December 26, 2009
So here are a few borrowed questions (with my answers in parenthesis):
1. What would be the coolest thing to be able to predict? (When and to whom my novel will sell)
2. Which store is the most fun to shop in? (Whole Foods)
3. What can you say to your dog that you shouldn't say to your spouse? (Down boy!)
4. What's the greatest board game of all time? (Scrabble)
5. What shouldn't be done while driving? (Texting. Even though I'm totally guilty.)
How would you answer these questions?
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
"Dad, can I shoot this one?" N said.
"Okay, I had the last three," W said.
They burst into laughter.
"Save me..." B mouthed as he closed the garage door behind him.
We use other, less evil euphemisms in this house. For example, we call the garbage disposal "Satan's Mouth."
What euphemisms do you and your family use?
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
The good china sparkles. Family snugs in around the table. Cousin Michael and I giggle through grace. The pork falls apart in my mouth.
Belly already full of tostones and suspiros, I'm distracted by the Charlie Brown tree my grandfather decorated. I wonder what's under it...
What meal sends you to holidays past?
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
B is a big fan of Starbucks' egg nog latte, T's been sipping on some serious hot chocolate, Q's lovin' caffe mocha and I'm drinking chai lattes like crazy.
What's your favorite holiday drink?
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Apparently, B would sleep and I would write this question.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Mine's baseball. All is right during baseball season. Nothing like bright lights, a buzzing crowd, the crack of the bat and hot dogs.
BTW, can you believe I haven't asked this question yet? Talk about overlooking the obvious.
Friday, December 18, 2009
"I have 11 1/2 minutes so I thought I'd call you."
"Oh? How nice. What are you doing?"
"Making spinach balls."
"Yes. Then I have to make fudge. Don't you remember? I made fudge last year."
"You don't? You loved it!"
"Mommy, I said, 'I remember.' And yes, I loved it."
"And one of your presents ended up in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. But don't worry, it'll get here. I just got off the phone with them."
"Oh. Okay. Thank you."
"Okay, goodbye. I have to go now."
"What? That was 11 1/2 minutes?"
"Well, it's very hard to get the spinach balls into the bags and hold the phone at the same time."
"Mommy, you're a machine."
"Well, I have a lot to do. It takes work to make the perfect Christmas."
"I know and I can't wait. Good bye, Mommy. I love you."
"I love you too. Bye bye now."
Last week she emailed me a snow report - "Nine inches and counting." Then she wrote underneath, "Anything else you want?" She's like a Christmas Fairy or The All Time Greatest Elf. This woman is creating magic by the minute.
She's a total spaz but loving every minute of it.
How do the holidays make you feel? Excited? Stressed out? Blah?
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Simply V's answer to QOTD #404 got me thinking about how handmade gifts can be some of the best. In the past, she has given me gorgeous stationary featuring her photography. My friend, Riiick, wrote, performed and recorded a song for my birthday once. And I've made and packaged meatballs and written poems as gifts.
Have you given or recieved handmade gifts? If so, what were they and what was special about them?
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
On the way home, The Pretenders' 2,000 Miles played on the radio, backed up by the Goo Goo Dolls' Better Days, which made me think that those songs may not have originally been designed to be holiday songs. They were probably just written in the moment, yet have somehow ended up as much Christmas songs as "Jingle Bells."
Which leads me to my all time holiday favorite. The one that makes me stop for a moment just to let my heart melt - Dan Fogelberg's Same Old Lang Syne. It kills me.
What holiday music do you love?
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Mine are oatmeal raisin and chocolate chip. I just asked B and he said he thinks his faves are chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin with gingerbread rounding up third place. What about you?
Saturday, December 12, 2009
That person is a serious Close Talker.
Then when I approached a table full of girls and asked, "Can I get you started with something to drink?" one of them looked up at me. Her lips moved but I couldn't hear a word.
"I can't hear you," I projected.
Again - moving lips, no words.
What is with the Soft Talkers and the Close Talkers? And what personality trait annoys you the most?
Friday, December 11, 2009
I HATE doing floors.
My old house was all hardwood and tile flooring. While I loved the way they looked and felt, keeping them clean was ridiculously hard. Sliding glass doors banked each side of the house on both floors and they didn't have any screens. And I was pretty close to the freeway. So, during the summer, I often had bare feet with black bottoms.
One of the benefits of being single. Who's gonna complain?
Now, in my nifty new place, I still have hardwood floors. But they're much easier to clean. They're far from freeway dust and they aren't nearly as vast as the old place.
But I still HATE doing floors.
Anyhoo, I'm going to hit that mess now, all the while wondering, what is your least favorite household chore?
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
So tonight, there's a Christmas special airing on ABC at 8:00 PM, called Prep and Landing. B helped develop Wayne and Lanny, the two adorable lead elves, and he modeled them.
I'm very excited to watch the show. Clearly, I'm all crazy over the fact that he's so super talented. And I love that they've come up with a new holiday special.
Which brings us to a whole other subject. I don't watch a lot of movies. And my movie man thinks this is super weird. My stats are pathetically low when it comes to holiday movies. Sure, I've seen Rudolph and A Charlie Brown Christmas. But somehow, I skipped Miracle on 34th Street and White Christmas and a whole bunch of others.
What about you? Are you a Christmas movie fanatic? Which ones are your faves?
Monday, December 7, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
As B and I wandered through the bookstore today, two little boys buzzed passed us. One said to the other, "Would you rather be eaten by a lion or would you rather eat poo?"
We, of course, burst out laughing.
"Now, that's a question of the day, "I said.
"Yeah, no," B said. "But you should ask what hilarious things your bloggers have heard kids say."
Is he a genius or what? So what hilarious things have you heard kids say?
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I was so psyched, I rolled it outside and rode it up and down the snowy driveway. Then I paraded it past the neighbors' houses shivering all the way.
It was my favorite childhood Christmas present. What was yours?
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
In Kristen's response, she suggested we vent about our least favorite teachers today. I usually like to focus on the positive, but whatevs, let's let it all out.
In 6th grade, I had an amazon math teacher. I mean this woman was like 6'2'' and built like a linebacker. And she was not pretty. She used to call me up to the chalk board and yell at me. I was always nervous around numbers to begin with. (I still cringe when customers hand me two credit cards and ask me to split the bill.) And she would say, "What is wrong with you? You can't figure that out?"
I cried a couple times. That woman was made of mean. And she made a fear of math even scarier.
What teacher would you like to vent about?
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I was just asked "Who was your favorite teacher?" and I thought, "A ha! Great question!"
She is sooo right. Great question!
I have two. In high school, I had a tough English teacher, Mrs. Meys. She was serious about Beowolf and The Canterbury Tales and all sorts of stuff I had no interest in reading. At the time, I was way more curious about the latest party than the oldest literature.
But then she assigned us a poem. So for once, I actually did my homework and I wrote one. And although I'd probably be horrified if read that poem now, she gave me an "A." That got my attention. I just wasn't an "A" student. So I stopped sleeping and started listening in class. She encouraged me to write and read. And at the end of the year, she gave me an award for effort and achievement. I'd never earned a reward before.
After I published my first story in Seventeen, I went back to my high school and put a copy of the magazine in her mailbox along with a thank you note. She wrote me back, stating that she was retiring that year and the thank you was a wonderful send off and that she would follow my career.
When I got to college, I'd decided to major in writing, but I had NO idea how to write or what being a writer even meant. The first day of my first writing workshop, Andre Dubus III entered the classroom. He was passionate about the craft, excited to dig in and ridiculously attractive. He taught a small group of students about plot, introduced us to some great writers like Susan Minot, showed us how to structure a story, foreshadow, describe without being cliche and ultimately complete our very first short stories. And he made it fun and exciting.
That man made me want to be a writer.
The funny thing is, years later, during an interview, Andre talked about that first workshop and revealed that he had no idea what he was doing either. He had never taught a class before and didn't really have a plan. I think the honesty of it all inspired me.
Teachers are under paid and under appreciated. But they're the most important influences, outside of family, during our formative years. I know that if Mrs. Meys hadn't encouraged me to read and write and if Andre hadn't stirred up a writing storm in that workshop, I wouldn't be who I am today.
So let's give thanks to the most important people in our lives. Who was your favorite teacher?
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
1. The best Thanksgiving surprise ever
2. All the people who enjoyed Suzie Foods for their Thanksgiving dinner
5. My wacky family
6. Future plans
7. The walk in cold sand on the dark beach
8. The pie being made in the kitchen
9. The Fabulous Four
10. My assistant, for today. Until we switch roles
What are you thankful for today?
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Who cooks your Thanksgiving dinner?
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
"I just saw a shooting star," said J.
"Make a wish," H said.
"Did I ever tell you how to wish?" J asked.
"Huh? What do you mean how to wish?" I asked.
J leaned in like she was ready to share a serious secret.
"When I was a little kid, my friends and I went to this magical little store, up a cobblestone alley, above a restaurant in Chatham. It was filled with angel figurines and crazy candles and the lady who ran the place gave us wishing stones and taught us how to wish," said J.
"Sounds very Eastwick," I said.
"Very," she nodded.
"So what's the proper wishing process?" H asked.
"She told us to take the wishing stones home and before we went to sleep, she instructed us to hold the stones and always wish in the present tense. Like, 'I wish I have a million dollars.'"
"Interesting. If I were to wish that, I'd probably say, "I wish I had a million dollars," I said.
"Exactly. That's past. Over. Done with," J said. "And then you have to end with 'for the greater good.'"
"'For the greater good?'" H repeated.
"Yes. For example, you can't just say, 'I wish I'm married,' because you could be married to an idiot. So you'd say, 'I wish I'm married for the greater good.'"
"Who knew wishing was so complicated," I said.
"But think about it. Imagine you wish for a million dollars, get it and then become an evil, greedy person. You have to add for the 'greater good.'"
"And that's it?" H asked.
"No, then we were told to put our wishing stones under our pillows and sleep on our wishes."
"That's pretty cool," I said.
"Yeah. I wish I have a wishing stone. For the greater good," H said.
What are you wishing for? Or are we not supposed to tell? ; )
Monday, November 23, 2009
Yesterday, we had Sunday Funday and enjoyed grilled steak, sausages and veggies and of course, the sunset. H says I'm obsessed with sunsets. I think she's right. When I lived in Hollywood, I'd grab a buddy and drive out to the beach for the sunset quite often. There's nothing like pink sky over Pacific blue.
So, clearly, I go crazy for sunsets. What part of nature do you go ga-ga for?
Sunday, November 22, 2009
(Clearly they were enjoying their synonyms for genius expressions.)
Joygasm. (I don't think I need to explain this one.)
Brings the thunder and the rain. (I think they were referring to P, Bartender/DJ.)
Hand fans. (Evan's wacky version of jazz hands.)
Don't steal someone else's unintellectual property. (Now that's a quote.)
Is that the thing you smoke out your neck? (I don't even want to know what that was about.)
Here's to denial. (I concur.)
I'm not hating. I'm celebrating. (The most solid of plans.)
Swimming in mine. Drowning in yours. (?????)
Kicks are important. (Evan and I were comparing his blue suede sneakers to my brown ones.)
Negative Nancy. Happy Hannah. (Who?)
Breathe through the nose. (Okay.)
Are we really drunk this early? Yeah, we are. (Sad, but true.)
We're not really ladies. (I did not say that.)
Everyone needs pizza. (I did say that.)
Any port in the storm. It's not El Nino. (Not yet, anyway.)
Socially acceptable slippers. (I'd like a pair.)
He said boomage. (Hmmm.)
Do you take notes on your life?
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Cheers ring out and hands rise around you
from old-school faces
that have surfaced only for this send-off
Playoffs, secrets, long winded diatribes and 4:00 AM dance parties flash by
Your Van Halen "Jump" off the pool table
Roque Versus Conners
And H's birthday requests for Zeoli Versus Roque
Thanks to you, I was "Curse free in 2003"
And every birthday after that
Started a jeans fund
A cancer fund
A growth of friends
Or is it family?
Together, we've jotted out questions, pondered the meaning of life
And fallen in love over late night darts
Sang good songs
You know we've had our share
We've poured a sea of beer for an unending flow of Massholes
(A term so shiny with love)
We've gone hoarse from chanting, "Excuse me please"
Plates held high
Shorts worn short
All of it has undulated
changed with the lack of seasons
Customers have cracked the code
Gone from patrons to regulars
From regulars to staff
Flexed the inner circle
Crumples behind me
As you pull me in for a hug
"All right, see you later."
Your regular exit phrase I've come to expect
And Girl Friday (Saturday, Sunday, Tuesday, and most other days) falls into you
You hug her
And back out fast
They cheer again
and our eyes burn as you bound the stairs
towards the car
Towards the airport
"Can I still order food?" A tall woman I've never seen before asks
And like that,
I take a deep breath
swallow the softball in my throat and reply
"Sure. What would you like?"
I don't even want to write a question. This post is all about a statement. But it's a game of questions, so here goes.
Last night marked the end of an era. J is sellng the pub and our hearts are heavy. How have you experienced the end of an era and how did it change you?
Friday, November 20, 2009
I know, super gross.
Anyway, the stitches are nylon. Kinda like fishing wire and she stitched them in with something that kinda looked like a fishing hook. I'd never seen anything like it. And it was really cool to watch her stick that thing in my arm and not feel a thing. (Yay anesthetics!)
Have you ever had stitches? Why?
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Seriously. I crave it in the morning before cereal, after I eat chicken for lunch, lamb ribs for dinner and before I go to bed. I am obsessed with this ice cream.
That night, I sat with a pint of it, watching the news with my roommate.
"I may eat this whole thing," I mumured.
"You're incredible. Everything you eat is cream," he said, probably referring to the beef and sausage ravioli with spinach in cream sauce I'd shared with him the day before. "I just don't understand how you don't get fat."
I put another scoop in my mouth and savored the tang of raspberry and a chunk of dark chocolate.
"Me neither," I said.
A few minutes later, I dropped the empty container in the garbage. He looked up at me and shook his head.
"And don't think that's the last thing I'm going to eat tonight," I said.
"Oh believe me, I don't."
So I'm eating a lot. I guess it's my new way of dealing with uncertainty. It started in early October. But as long as I'm not gaining weight, is there a problem with it? Do I need to give up my Haagen Daz? (Say "no." Please?)
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
My friend, B, doesn't like to draw attention to herself either. No loud "Happy Birthday" singing or cakes with candles in public. She's glad to celebrate her fabulousness - just quietly.
I, on the other hand, enjoy a good party. The planning, cooking and set-up is art to me. Which is maybe why no one has ever tried to surprise me. But I think I'd like a surprise. I've swooned over surprise flowers. I've instantaneously dashed off upon hearing suggestions for surprise getaways. I think a suprise party would be a good surprise.
How do you feel about surprises?
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
So, I was all psyched and bought a small ton of bone in, skin on chicken breasts. When I got home, I popped them into separate food saver bags and began to vacuum seal them.
It sucked the air out, but then it's supposed to heat the plastic to make a seal. And it didn't. I was so bummed. My food saver is my all time favorite kitchen gadget. It makes it possible to buy a zillion chicken breasts on sale, seal 'em up and freeze them for a hungry day.
And it's dead.
So I'm mourning my food saver today, planning how I'm going to eat six chicken breasts in the next 72 hours and wondering, what kitchen gadget can you not do without?
Monday, November 16, 2009
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Thursday, November 12, 2009
But what about the Law of Attraction that you don't realize you're attracting? Subconscious stuff. Like subconsciously sending out negative vibes so all you get back are negative events. Or consciously attempting to create relationships with seemingly healthy, happy people but then ending up in the same ol' situation.
Most of us are probably pretty self aware. We're smart enough to recognize our faults and try to break unhealthy patterns. But what if those patterns are unavoidable? What if we keep trying different strategies and consistently end up with the same results due to some crazy vibes we don't even know we're sending out?
Do you think that's even possible? What do you make of this crazy post?
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I always requested beef stroganoff. Now, at the time, my mom worked 60 hour weeks and was yet to become the gourmet chef she is now due to retirement and lots of blizzards that keep her stuck inside (the kitchen). So that beef stroganoff was made with ground chuck and cream of mushroom soup and whole bunch of other canned, unhealthy ingredients. I'm not sure if I'd love it or hate if I were to try it now, but I can tell you, processed and disgusto as it was, I loved it then.
What was your favorite meal as a kid?
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
"Where've you been tonight?" I asked.
"I went to see Men Who Stare at Goats." He twirled me around the bar. That man can make anyone look like she can dance.
"How was it?" H asked.
"Save yourself the cash and just watch the trailer a couple times." He dipped me. I almost fell over and decided to sit down.
"What was wrong with it?" H asked.
"Nothing. I just want to be entertained. There are so many great movies I'd rather see sequels to."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like Howard the Duck." Tom sipped his beer.
"Huh?" I eyed Big Tom.
"Howard the Duck II. That would be a great movie. Or Short Circuit IIII."
I looked at H. She looked like she was following Big Tom. Had she seen the originals? And Short Circuit IIII? Should there be any film with a "IIII" after it?
"Or Earth Girls Are Easy," said Tom.
"That was hilarious. Remember how they shaved down the fur?" H giggled.
"These are your picks? These are the movies you want to see sequels to?" I asked.
"Yes!" Tom exclaimed and stared at me like I was a nutty person for asking.
Am I nutty? I put it out to you. What movies would you like to sequels to?
Monday, November 9, 2009
That's not a bad thing, just the truth.
Inside was an article she cut out of The New Yorker about teen fiction, along with a note, saying she thought I might find it interesting.
How cool is that? I probably haven't seen her since last winter, even though she lives in Burbank. We rarely email and never chat on the phone, yet after the reading the article, and thinking of me, she cut it out, put it in an envelope and mailed it to me.
Sure, we often think of things we should do, like calling someone when something reminds you of them, or sending thank you cards or a thinking of you card, but how often do we actually do it?
And when was the last time someone surprised you with a random kind gesture like that? How did it make you feel?
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
So, P, my Saturday bartender buddy, and I decided to host a Saturday afternoon dance party. He's got mad jukebox skills and we've got a bar and a kitchen. So why not?
How are you going to shake things up today?
Friday, November 6, 2009
I turned to him and said, "I write a question every day and..."
"I know about your questions. I read 'em," SJB said, looking at me like I was a little cRaZy.
"Oh, okay. So do you have any interesting ones?" I asked.
Clearly, someone had injected genius in their barley and hops, because the two of them started firing off questions like they'd been dying to tell me about them for weeks.
So this morning, when I woke up, albeit a wee bit late, I pulled register feed a pub booth long out of my purse. It's scrawling with questions.
Yay for H and SJB!
Anyway, maybe I'm a sucker for nostalgia, because the one that got me last night was "What sounds remind you of your childhood?"
"My mom used to ring a cow bell to get my brother and me home for dinner. We'd be out playing tag or whatever in somebody else's yard. But when that bell rang, we knew we were supposed to get our butts home," I said.
"In our house in Ohio, I remember going to sleep at night and hearing a train whistle blow in the distance and crickets chirping outside my window," said H.
"When I hear train whistles, I flash back to my childhood. I could hear one roll by my house too," said SJB.
So, from my long list of questions to come, let's begin with our childhoods. What sounds remind you of your childhood?
Thursday, November 5, 2009
During the last year, we celebrated holidays together, like Thanksgiving and Fourth of July. I told stories about birthdays, camping and massages gone wrong.
You've shared things you like about yourselves, five things I didn't know about you and naturally, details on what you'd what you'd like to be done with your remains.
There was the birth of my fairy goddaughter, the kicking of cancer's ass, and lots of stories about friends helping friends.
I also learned that we love food, food and food.
It was not the best year for me. But thanks to you bloggers, there were some great debates, which inspired some serious perspective. And I think that's the key - the reason we come back here everyday. To learn a little about people from all over the world. People we may never actually meet, but we feel we know.
Thank you. I hope you've enjoyed playing questions as much as I have. So...wanna go another round?
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
And that is awesome! We go sledding, walking past the sugar shacks through the snowy woods and snowmobiling. My siblings and I battle on Scrabble boards, hunch over puzzles by the fire and last year, when it rained, we went bowling.
It's kind of like a winter paradise. And this December, it will be an exceptional wrap up to a not so great year.
In anticipation of the big trip, my brother, N, suggested we cut down on presents this year. Between four siblings and two spouses, buying six presents before we get to the parents or the little ones is a lot. And being all sorts of broke, I'm loving that idea.
H suggested we pull one name out of a virtual hat and buy that sibling/spouse a gift. I like that idea, but how do we do that? Am I a total dork? Because I'm having trouble seeing how we virtually pull names from a virtual hat if two of us are in Ottawa, one's in Massachusetts, two more are in Jersey and I'm way out west?
So I'd like to know, how do you and your loved ones handle gift giving during the holiday season? Do you have any suggestions for us?
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
From T's point of view, the popular girls were mean and put other people down in order to reign their queendom. S also remembered popular girls being mean and even recalled a day when she sat at a lunch table with some popular girls, and all at once, they got up and left.
G saw popular girls as the smart, pretty girls. And J, through her daughters' experiences, recognizes popularity as her daughters' athletic tomboyish girlfriends.
"They're confident, smart, and competitive," J said. "People are drawn to that."
Well before our conversation, G had asked her daughter, "What makes someone popular? Is it how much money they have? How attractive they are? How smart they are?"
Her daughter looked at her like she was nuts. "I don't know Mom. It's not like that. There really aren't any popular kids at my school."
G had laughed, fully knowing that her daughter and her friends were the coolest of cool. Even if they didn't see it.
And as an adult and a mom, T, who had never been popular growing up really wanted to crack the popular code. She still wanted to know, what was it that made the cool kids cool?
"It's completely subjective," I said. "My friends and I were popular in high school. But I was never mean to anyone. Sure, if you came at me, I'd fire back. But I'd never purposely put someone down. That had happened to me when I was younger. I wouldn't do that to someone else."
"Did you get good grades?" G asked.
"No," I giggled. "We were way too busy having fun to care about grades. But remember, it was a long time ago. We didn't have to care about school. You didn't have to be a genius and a peace prize winner to get into college."
"So what do you think made you popular?" T asked.
"Being nice. Friendly. Being like, 'hey come on! Let's go have fun...'" I mocked my spazzy high school voice.
It was after 11:00 PM. Someone yawned. We'd been discussing popularity for an hour. But on the way home, I continued to think about it and realized the subject was question worthy.
What did (or does) being "popular" mean at your high school? How did or didn't it affect you?
Monday, November 2, 2009
Except that I forgot to set my alarm clock and woke up an hour earlier than I had to. And it's not just this time. One year, after a great visit with my mom, I dropped her off the airport, where she found that Daylight Savings had come and gone without us even noticting. And she missed her flight. Oops.
What do you think about Daylight Savings? (I think I'm getting back in bed now.)
Sunday, November 1, 2009
We then moved onto Scream. I jumped - no, more like lurched - once. The majority of the time, I giggled.
And then we capped off Halloween night, in the dark, with The Shining. Creepy? Yes. Scary? Not so much.
So let's recap. I saw Paranormal Activity, The Exorcism of Emily Rose, Scream and The Shining this week and didn't find any of them to be frightening.
Is there something wrong with me?
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
H and I decided to be The Devil and The Angel. I'm not even going to tell you who is who.
Do you dress up for Halloween? If so, what will you dress up as?
Thursday, October 29, 2009
I was like, "Puhlease, ladies. What could be that scary?"
And it wasn't. Sure, I jumped a couple times. Who doesn't jump when a door slams? But overall, it was just okay. Not chill me to the bone, I'm too scared to walk to my car alone frightening.
Tis the season. So I must ask, what movie has chilled you to the bone and made you too scared to be alone?
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
The warmth inspired Monday Funday. That's what happens when your weekend starts on Sunday night. Monday becomes Saturday.
So, H, P, T and I got together to celebrate the heat, the sun and the water. And I, as always, took notes. I constantly write down quotes and questions. Anything I hope will sound equally profound the next morning.
And my scribbles show that yesterday, at one point, T said, "I'd rather be hated than ignored."
Now I'm not sure which I'd rather be. But I do know I don't like being ignored. I'm not a big fan of being hated either, but I can't deny that I may have given some people reason at one point or another.
What about you? Would you rather be hated or ignored?
Monday, October 26, 2009
I'm not a big Halloween fan. Call me a party pooper. Whatevs. But the funny, goofy, Monster Mash side of Halloween is way more entertaining to me than the scary, goree stuff. I mean, at least it's funny.
Do you lean more towards the goofy Munster side or the scary monster side of Halloween?
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Then H brought me Vitamin C and I ate a plate of broccoli (more Vitamin C). Now I'm wondering if I should have ditched my "I never get sick" mentality and gotten a flu shot.
I've never had a flu shot. How do you feel about flu shots and the all hubbub around them?
Friday, October 23, 2009
But when you listen to the lyrics of Private Eyes, things go straight to stalker city. "Private eyes are watching you, they see your every move..."
Can you say creepy?
Just thinking about the creep factor unleashed a rush of songs that give me the heebie jeebies. And why I'm begging for more heebie geebies is beyond me, but I have to ask, what songs hit you on the disturbing side?
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I am not very sporty. At all. So if I were to choose a sport, I'd chose something graceful, like skating. I'd like to be graceful. (Not to mention incredibly strong, fit, flexible, limber and all the other awesome characteristics skaters embody.)
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
And I'm annoyed. Tech stuff makes me feel like a dinosaur. Blackberries make me nervous. They're like a whole other language. A techy world I can't begin to understand.
What makes you feel like a dinosaur?
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
How do you connect?
Friday, October 16, 2009
Check out the post. What negatives have you or someone you know turned into positives lately?
Thursday, October 15, 2009
And I'm a writer.
It's so hard to explain why I think I'm right for a job without sounding like a moron.
What's the hardest part of job hunting for you?
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I'm in the mood for comfort food. Usually, when it rains, I braise meats and make stews and soups, but since I'm making all those Suzie Foods, I end up not wanting to eat it. Instead, today's comfort food is sausage ravioli with spinach and garlic in a cream sauce.
And for dessert, I'll have a nap.
What are some of your favorite comfort foods?
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I'm a big fan of window seats. I lean my head against the wall and knock out during most flights. But unless I plan to snooze on a stranger, that probably isn't going to happen today.
What's your seat preference when flying and why?
Monday, October 12, 2009
And the little pad on the desk reads, "Leave a trail of genius."
I like that one. It could be a tagline for something. I read it and thought how would I complete that sentence. Maybe not "leave a trail of genius." Something more like "leave a trail of stories."
How would you complete the sentence, "Leave a trail of _____________"?
Sunday, October 11, 2009
That dude's probably a zombie today.
I'm sad about the Sox. It's a bummer when my team loses a big game. But I don't go catatonic.
How do you react when your sports team doesn't win?
Saturday, October 10, 2009
It was strangely nostalgic. Strangely, because I never attended football games when I was in high school. My girls and I were too busy partying to bother with Friday night lights or Saturday afternoon bleachers.
But I watched the cheerleaders with fascination, bumped to the marching band's tunes and jumped up and down and screamed like a batty chick when number 23 ran a 52 yard touch down.
I was a pro high school football fan. And it made me wonder if you bloggers went to football games in high school? Or was it not your thing either?
Friday, October 9, 2009
If there's one great thing about traveling from coast to coast, it's five straight hours where I can read. No phone calls, no texts, no emails, and no work to get to. Just hours of pure reading time.
What do you like about traveling?
Thursday, October 8, 2009
I'm very excited to see family and friends, but most of all honored to be chosen to guide this little one during her life journey.
What does being a godparent mean to you? And are you one? Or how do you feel about yours?
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
If you could teleport yourself to any restaurant in the world right now and not have to worry about paying for it, where would you go?
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
What story, whether it's book, film or TV, are you totally sucked into?
Monday, October 5, 2009
I loved fruit roll ups and Butterscotch Krimpets. My mother never kept either of those foods in the house and I thank her for that. If we did have snack foods, which was rare, we usually noshed on peanuts or sometimes potato chips. I still love them.
What about you?
Sunday, October 4, 2009
H said, "What was your favorite cereal as a child?"
Stacie yelled, "Fruity Pebbles! And what about Boo Berry? And Count Chocula?"
"Lucky Charms!" Angel yelled.
"Fruit Loops!" Said H.
"No, no, the question should be 'what cereal makes the milk taste the best after the cereal is gone?'" Stacie yelled.
"Coco Krispies!" Said Alli.
"Apple Jacks!" Said H.
Now, there is a heated debate in the living room. Over kiddie cereal. Seriously.
And guys wonder what women talk about.
Alrighty then...what was your favorite cereal as a kid?
P.S. - Angel just said, "Oh my god! we should have a cereal party..." No lie.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
I've never seen so many camera phones raised in the air in my life.
Then Johnny Rzeznik and Mike Malinin of the Goo Goo Dolls passed around an empty pitcher. The crowd shoved $1,405 into it in exchange for "Slide" live.
The crowd went nuts. They sang every word.
It so much more than I ever expected. I don't even have a question. I'm kind of stunned. Okay, maybe, what do you think of so many donating their time, energy and belongings to one special girl?
Friday, October 2, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
That's funny because the first time I had to deal with them, I seriously dreaded it. Kinda like the last time I went to the DMV. I cleared a whole afternoon in fear I'd be stuck there, but since I'd made an appointment, I was in and out in half an hour.
What organization have you dreaded dealing with and ended up happily surprised?
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
And I'm psyched. What's the last event you got crazy excited for?
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
It's time to start the music
It's time to light the lights
It's time to get things started
On the Muppet Show tonight!
Bump, bump, bump...(That's my version of the bass!)
Oh how I loved that show. What show did you love as a kid?
Monday, September 28, 2009
Which makes me think about muppets. And boy, do I love muppets! Kermie, Elmo, Cookie Monster - whoever. I just want to snufflelupagus 'em all up!
Who is your favorite muppet?
Sunday, September 27, 2009
How do you get your news? And are you a news junkie or are you enjoying the same blissful ignorance I am lately?
Saturday, September 26, 2009
"Basic moral decisions have two components, the right decision and how fast you do it. It stretches the soul."
I never thought about that - acting right away versus pondering a decision. Maybe you say you're going to do something, but what if you never get around to it? Does acting quickly impact the overall right decision in the end? And is it the pondering that stretches the soul or the fast action?
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Where were you born? Do you live close to your hometown now?
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I don't really know about mine. I haven't really thought about it. I guess I'm wondering if you have...
Monday, September 21, 2009
Apparently, a lack of a blog post is a sure sign that something is wrong in my world.
What red flag would alarm people in your life that something has gone awry?
Sunday, September 20, 2009
I do hear kids playing. And I hear a woman who laughs a crazy cackly, on the edge of nutty laugh. I've decided to name her The Cackler.
But I'll take the sounds of happy people over freeway and howlers anyday.
What sounds do you hear where you live?
Saturday, September 19, 2009
So we ask the perfect audience, which of your favorite picture books might make a good choice for this fab secret reader?
Friday, September 18, 2009
One of those authors, the incredibly funny and oh so willing to give me advice when we've never actually met face to face, Carrie Harris, is one of the happy authors! Her novel, NO PAIN, No BRAIN was just sold to Wendy Loggia at Delacorte. Woohoo for zombies!!!
And my brother, a football coach in NJ, just opened his season with not one, but TWO big wins!
Am I crazy or are things looking up? Is there a spark in the air? A little upswing, if you will?
Let's share some good news. Who do you know who's on a positive roll?
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Have you ever enjoyed a certain food so much that you actually got sick of it?
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I haven't been anywhere too interesting, but B and I once took a helicopter ride (which surprisingly terrified me) over the Hawaiian islands. Swooping around waterfalls and hovering through Jurassic canyons was amazing.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I think I'd like to see leopards in action. There's something super cool and edgy about them. Plus their spots make the hottest shoes.
Monday, September 14, 2009
For example, I'd like to be on The New York Times Best Seller List. So maybe you'd like to have a recipe published in Real Simple magazine? Your garden featured in Better Homes and Gardens? Maybe you'd like to be interviewed by Sports Illustrated?
What do you think?
Sunday, September 13, 2009
What a bummer. I love LA. I love the sunshine, the heat. The lack of humidity. But once in a while, nothing is better than a rainy day.
What are some of your favorite once in a while treats?
Saturday, September 12, 2009
I found records in dusty boxes. Like Prince 1999, which I bought when 1999 seemed like light years away. And the CDs. Hundreds of CDs. And I was never a huge music buyer. Not like my rocker friends who have walls lined with jewel cases. I just had your average girl's worth.
I'm getting rid of about 75% of them. Not because I'm not into them anymore, but because at some point, I've downloaded most of the material onto my computer. And since I've purchased more songs from iTunes, sadly, the CDs are sort of obsolete.
So how you do listen to music? Do you spin old vinyl? Rock out to your iPod? Blast satellite radio in your car?
Friday, September 11, 2009
My west coast friends are posting their usual posts.
On September 11, 2001, my family members were directly affected. I'm not going to share that story, but I will share this. When I went to work (in LA) the next day, nobody got it. My boss, who had never been to NYC, pulled me aside and asked me about World Trade Center Plaza. How big was it exactly? What could I compare it to?
Californians didn't seem to get the scope of it all. And this is NOT a slam to Californians. I'm here 15 years and I'm pretty sure my Jersey Girl label is starting to wear off. It just provokes an interesting question. Unless something impacts us directly - do we even notice?
Thursday, September 10, 2009
But some people hate it.
How do you feel about cheese?
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
"Tonight i can vividly recall being in 4th grade and sneaking out every single weekend night to ride bikes at 3am around my town. and i wish anything i was doing right now in my life made me feel as alive as that did."
I TOTALLY get what he means. Remember when you were a kid and everything was crazy exciting? Stomach flips when your crush looked at you? Excitement for weeks over your BFF's upcoming parentless party? The electric buzz on the last day of school before summer?
Sneaking out during the night was thrilling. Dodging behind bushes when headlights appeared. Every tiny wind whistle or branch snap sparked shivers down your back.
When was the last time you felt that kind of "alive"?
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Then there was, "Would you rather have someone smash your knee with a bat once or get sand thrown in your face once every hour, at any point during that hour, so you don't know when it's coming, for the rest of your life?"
And of course, "If you had to choose between never having sex again or having to pour maple syrup on every single thing you eat for the rest of your life, which would you chose?"
The entertainment is endless.
How would you answer P's questions?
Monday, September 7, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
LA on a holiday weekend is a holiday. It's like being on vacation. No crowds, no lines, no traffic.
What's your town like this holiday weekend?
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The idea of living a little more lightly is really appealing. Forget the stuff. Concentrate on actions.
So, what stuff in your home would you like to get rid of?
Friday, September 4, 2009
I went to bed early, slept almost 10 hours and woke to more eye twitching. The natural cause would be stress, right? I'm definitely stressed. No doubt about it. But usually I get pain in my shoulders and neck or I have nightmares. Now this. A twitchy eye? Seriously?
How does stress manifest itself in your body?
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Clearly, she's quite the promoter.
Anyway, that got us thinking about t-shirts with crazy sayings on them.
"I have one that says, 'Got Wine?'" said E.
"N had one with, 'This is what awesome looks like,' written across it," I said.
"I don't have any t-shirts with writing on them," said H.
"This could be a good question," said E.
"Why, yes, yes it could," I replied.
So the question is, do you wear any t-shirts with funny sayings on them? If not, what have you seen that you like?
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
So yesterday, as I sorted through my clothes, removing anything donatable, I found a top I thought I might like to keep. When I tried it on, I noticed something was missing.
The ball that holds my belly ring in place had disappeared. In 15 years, that ring has sat securely in place and yesterday, while I scrambling to pack a huge house into two boxes, it somehow fell off.
I searched the shower and my bed. I got on all fours and scanned the floors. After a while I realized I needed professional help. I had no idea where to go. And I was completely annoyed.
I got my belly pierced when I was 22 years old. At a place on Melrose Ave in Hollywood, where all things cool happened. But the shop couldn't still be there, could it?
I didn't even remember where it was on Melrose. But after some googling, I found a tattoo and piercing shop in the same area, grabbed my shopping list of ingredients for tonight's Spaghetti and Meatballs Night, packing tape, banker boxes and bubble wrap and drove down there, one finger on my navel, holding the horseshoe in place.
The only guy in the shop was a tattoo artist, who admitted to having no idea about piercings. My hope sank. We tried to screw on a new ball, but I don't think it was the right size, plus my unsteady hands got nowhere. He asked if I could come back after 2:00 when his boss would be in, but I needed to have packed 10 boxes by 2:00.
I told him I was in the middle of moving and he must have seen the defeat on my face, because he called his boss, who showed up two minutes later.
The boss looked at my impaired jewelry, found a new silver ball, and screwed it onto my belly ring - professionally, with tools. Not shaky hands. Then he told me the whole thing was free of charge.
I was sooo relieved I could have hugged the guy. This may sound like a minor thing to someone else. I mean, I could have taken the ring out. And I considered that, and asked myself if losing the piece was a sign to let go of that too, but the piercing isn't just a pair of jeans I haven't worn in a year or a lamp I might not ever use again.
As silly as it may sound, it's a part of me.
So I'm very thankful that in the middle of a crazy time, those two guys made an upsetting loss disappear. And did they did it out of kindness.
So I have two questions today. Feel free to answer either or both:
1. What piece of your life are you not ready to part with yet?
2. What kind thing has someone done for you lately?
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
I'm still praying for the fire victims. But I'm also praying for the firefighters - big time. I cannot imagine working in 100 degree weather, fighting a raging fire in rough terrain. Must be really scary and really exhausting. Beyond anything I can imagine.
I really admire them.
Who do you really admire and why?
Sunday, August 30, 2009
It felt sooo good. The water was warm and the waves weren't superbig so we got to swim and stay in the ocean for a long time. All was perfect on the beach.
Except when we turned around and looked back at the city.
There's a huge wildfire in Angeles Crest Forest. 32,000 acres have burned and it's only 5% contained. Three homes have been lost, three people have been injured and the temperatures are rising.
It's fire season in LA. And while it comes every year, there's still something incredibly unsettling about lazing around on the beach and bodysurfing when people are in danger so serious that you can see it from 30 miles away.
A blatant reminder that while we're out having a good time it's important to think of and send good vibes to the people who aren't.
Who are you thinking of and wishing good things for?
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
And suddenly, Monday and Tuesday have become my weekend. (Although I did work on a writing assignment so there was some work involved - just a different type of work.)
This is totally odd. I have been a Monday - Friday girl my whole (post college) life. And right now, although I'm thankful for the work, I'm a little turned upside down.
What's got you feeling upside down?
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
And the devil is after him, in particular, because she wants to cut his heart out and sacrifice him.
I, of course, was completely riveted. But when the show was over and I shut off the TV, I did ask myself, "Why in the world don't these people leave that creepy little town?"
You gotta love suspension of disbelief. When it's done right, it's done right.
What crazy alter universe/world/setting are you totally willing to read about or watch even though its existence is completely ridiculous?
Monday, August 24, 2009
I would not. I think my parents did a lovely job naming me and "Suzanne" and "Suzie" really seem to fit me. But there are some people who don't like their names. I've often heard people say, "I wish I'd been named something else."
Sunday, August 23, 2009
She would make an excellent technical tutor. And I sure as heck need one.
What do you need tutoring for?
Saturday, August 22, 2009
I'm bummed about the change of seasons and we don't really even have seasons! Are you feeling the change of seasons where you are? How are you feeling about it?
Friday, August 21, 2009
I'd head to Cabo with H. Close enough that we could get back in time for Monday and hot enough that we could do nothing but laze on the beach and enjoy the scenery.
Who would you take on a free weekend jaunt and where would you go?
Thursday, August 20, 2009
But I enjoyed English and Literature and Writing and did pretty well with them. When you were in high school, what was your best subject?
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
H and I like to gnaw on bones. Pork chops, lamb chops - any kind of chop. And prime rib is like the holy grail of bone gnawing. So we decided to save the roast for a special occasion. And after some crazy calendaring, the special occasion arrived last night.
We chose R and J as our dinner mates. There are no two funnier men. Especially when put at a dinner table together. We cackled about dating experiences, contemplated when to drop dealbreakers, discussed who's getting what and who's not, giggled through plenty of below average plans to obtain what we want and then broke into J's car.
It was very entertaining. And I think, that as a foursome, we are perfect dinner mates.
When you need to lift your spirits, who do you turn to?
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
She writes novels about characters who feel so real. And they're not "high concept" books, they're just stories about people trying to figure things out.
I'm into that. (Plus is it doesn't hurt that she's a steady bestseller.)
So, if you had to choose someone's career, whose would you want?
Monday, August 17, 2009
Fatburgers are thick, delicious, juicy, loaded with cheese, onions, lettuce, tomatoes and I pair mine up with delicious skinny fries. (They have fat fries too, but I'm into the skinny fries.)
When you're dying for a burger, where do you go?
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
It's fun bunch of people I went to college with. It usually consists of tons of loud laughter and wacky storytelling.
I'm looking forward to it.
Do you have any annual get togethers? Who are they with?
Friday, August 14, 2009
"For 35 years..." Suzi said.
"You've been together 35 years?" I asked.
"Oh no...because this man made some very poor decisions, we were apart for 35 years." She smiled and reached for Ted's hand. He took hers and smiled back.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Well, we dated for a while in the 60's. But I had a son. And he wasn't ready for all that. So he ran off with a woman who made leather clothing for rock stars," Suzi explained.
"Like Cher?" I asked Ted.
"No, like Jim Morrison," he replied.
K's eyes bulged.
"Did you know Jim Morrison?"
"I sure did."
"Wow," K and I said.
"So then what happened?" I asked.
"Well, then I got married and we lost touch."
"You married the leather woman?" I asked.
"No, another woman," He said.
"So how did you finally find each other?"
"When I got divorced, my sister asked 'whatever happened to Suzi?'"
My eyes welled up. GB shook his head and handed me a napkin.
"Meanwhile," Suzi said. "I thought I'd die never having the chance to tell him how much I loved him."
"So then what?" K asked.
"I called her brother and asked what Suzi was doing. He said, 'She's still in LA waiting for you.' So I called her. She didn't answer, so I left a message. I told her I wasn't going to leave my number, that I'd just keep calling until I got her."
"How did you feel when you got the message?" GB asked Suzi.
"I didn't even hear the words. I just heard his voice. I couldn't believe it was his voice."
"So what happened when you finally got on the phone?" I asked.
"I told him, 'I thought I was going to die without ever getting the chance to tell you how much I love you,'" Suzi said.
"And I told her I'd always loved her too," Ted said.
"I think I see a Question of the Day in here somewhere," said GB.
I nodded. How could I not ask? I'm a sucker for love. True love. Love that doesn't start out crazy and then fade. Love that doesn't pale when things aren't going well. Love that's so important that you'll go back and search for it after 35 years.
Do you know any love stories like that?