Category Archives: true life 2008

I am not Martha Stewart

Do you have one of those big household projects that you’ve put off for years and years because it’s obviously so complicated and time consuming – like, say, organizing all of the old photographs and negatives that have been sitting in boxes forever – and you don’t start because it’s going to take up so much space to spread everything out and who knows how long everything will need to be all spread out like that and what if you need your desk during that time or you need to gocco all of your Valentine’s Day cards or you have unexpected guests and you want to put them in the guestroom but you have piles of photographs all over the guestroom, plus, you just know that once you finally get started you’re going to need to go to the store because no matter how organized you think you are you’ll need some archival something or another and all of that stuff costs money and you wouldn’t be caught dead in the scrapbooking aisle so you keep putting the project off because who has the time or the energy to devote to such a massive project and then one day you sit down and pull some boxes out just to assess how big the project is really going to be and in the process you actually start the project, and finish it, because the project you thought was going to be so huge and all-consuming turned out to only take about ninety minutes to complete and it all fit neatly in the archival boxes you already had? Yeah, me too.

this is it…it's the rise of the machines

In addition to my twitter feed being haywire for the last week (I only see 11 people’s updates and they aren’t even all people I’m following) and my voicemail being out of order for 4 days, Facebook decided to stop sending me notifications.

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The toaster turned itself all the way to blowtorch this morning, Tivo keeps recording Nigerian music videos, and there’s a problem with the drum in my new clothes dryer. There is no way I’m getting within 100 yards of the treadmill – think of the possibilities for disaster there!

This is it, people. This is the end. We have to decide whether to bow down to our mechanical overlords or to fight. Or, maybe, to have some coffee and quit taking the new muscle relaxants the doctor prescribed. I can’t be sure yet. But it’s one of those 3. I’m sure of that.

NaNoWriMo

Are you one of the many people I told that I’d given up on my National Novel Writing Month novel? I was mistaken.

NaNoWriMo winner 2008

NaNoWriMo winner 2008

So impressed with my brilliance you don’t know what to do with yourself?* Hop on over to the NaNoWriMo site and make a donation or buy swag to support their amazing literacy programs. Don’t you want to be able to self-righteously explain at those interminable holiday cocktail parties that you’re supporting this amazing Young Writer’s program? Plus, tax deductible.

At any rate, time for peppermint tea and pumpkin spice cake. If I can get into the kitchen – we’ve been watching the 1st season of Pushing Daisies on DVD and the Iron Chef was overcome with the need to bake pies. It’s pretty scary in there. Be glad you missed the obsessing over where I’d put his pastry cloth. Seriously.

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Inaugural Balls

Last night Husband and I were filtering through emails from friends about which Inaugural Balls they’re attending. $10,000 for commoners tickets to the Creative Coalition Ball? We’ll pass. Bring us a matchbook.

We liked both of the options at Dionne Warwick’s American Music fete, the Urban Ball or the Legends Ball. I don’t have any idea why anyone thought we’d be going to the Pennsylvania State Ball.

We’re sad there’s not an urban legends Ball, because that sounds like the most fun of all. This was followed by some nerdy political jokes I’ve already forgotten, as well as the decision that we’d had enough bourbon and hot apple cider. It was terribly amusing at the time, though.