Mine was a grey, snowy weekend filled with football and work. And BenGay.
Here, have some bullets:
* My butter dish has disappeared. It’s glass. It normally sits on top of the toaster oven (not an ideal spot for BUTTER to live, but such is life in a postage-stamp sized kitchen). But one day I noticed it wasn’t on the toaster oven… And assumed it was in the dishwasher… And then when I unloaded the dishwasher, it wasn’t there. My husband has no idea where it is. I have no idea where it is. Neither of us has any recollection of it breaking. And we can’t find it anywhere.
Consequently, I am now having paranoid thoughts of our maintenance people breaking into our home in the middle of the night and stealing small and fairly unnoticeable items just to screw with us.
* I got a very nice showing of Holiday Card Love this year At least 30 cards from friends and loved ones! That is a record! I received most of them AFTER Christmas, since my husband and I were out of town for Actual Christmas. But it was so fun to open up our mailbox and find this huge bunch of cards.
Here. Look at some of them:
My apologies for the pathetic and boring backdrop. They really look quite festive in person. (Also, WHAT is that white dot in the foreground? If I had better photoshop skillz I would totally erase that, as it is Driving Me Nutso.)
I especially loved the cards that had pictures of cute babies. We got seven of those. I have come to the conclusion that our friends make reeeeeaaaalllllllly cute babies.
* What is one supposed to do with holiday cards after the holidays? It seems a little silly to save them, especially the ones that are just plain holiday cards with a signature. But the ones with the babies on them… Well, I have a harder time getting rid of those.
Did I mention how CUTE the babies on them are? You can’t really tell from this photo, but they are CUTE.
All seven of those babies were just born in 2010, so this was the first time they’d made an appearance on a holiday card. That seems momentous, somehow. Okay, more momentous for their actual parents… But I still don’t want to throw them away.
* The Great 2011 Dishwasher Experiment is going great! So far, it’s been a rousing success. I just toss the dishes in the dishwasher – fretfully, of course, because it is ME we’re talking about – and run the dishwasher and voila! All the dishes are clean!
It’s kind of amazing. Both that the dishwasher can do this, and that I have been doing it WRONG for so many years.
* I finally jumped on the Hunger Games bandwagon and read the first in the series. It took me a few hours one night. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I mean, it’s not fine literature or anything, but it was solidly written and the plot was strong and the main character was complex enough (read: annoying) to seem pretty real. I am definitely going to finish the series.
* Speaking of series, it seems that most of the books I read this year were part of a series. I read a couple of Kate Atkinson’s Jackson Brodie books… I read a TON of Sophie Hannah books, which are a series about two detectives named Simon Waterhouse and Charlie Zailer… I read Stieg Larssen’s Millenium trilogy with much vigor… I read all three of Tana French’s books, which aren’t a series per se, but which each introduce the protagonist of the next book (well, I HOPE that’s what the last one did, but there’s no book to follow it quite yet). That’s a lot of series. But I LOVE them. It’s to the point where I will read ANY books if they belong to those series. They are all SO GOOD.
Let this be noted by any would-be authors out there. If you can write a series that your readers enjoy, your marketing is practically done FOR YOU.
* Since I am already on the subject of books, this is a good time to note that my next book club meeting is coming up in a couple weeks. It is notable because I’m hosting this month’s session. This means that a) I have to clean my apartment, including taking down the Christmas decorations (Yes, they are still up. WHAT?) and b) I need to figure out what to make for dinner.
I think I’m going to cook coq au vin because a) no one else has served it at a previous book club and b) because I’ve made it before and know that it’s doable and good and c) because it’s something I can mainly cook before people arrive, leaving me free to simply stir and drink wine when the book clubbers get here. Also, it sounds fancy and tastes delicious and requires two entire bottles of zinfandel.
Yes, that’s what I’m going to cook. Unless I’m struck by any other super wonderful revelations in the meantime. I will also serve a salad, because I can prepare that ahead of time.
* I feel like I’m very boring lately, blog wise. It’s because the biggest thing going on in our lives is fellowship applications. And while that offers lots of blog fodder – The expense! The stress! The endless waiting! The travel! – I am feeling too superstitious to talk about it a lot. My husband has several interviews so far, and I hope he gets more, but you never know… And since this is a match process (like residency) but with each program having far fewer openings (think two or three rather than 100), it’s very scary to even imagine what my husband’s chances are, let alone spell it all out on my blog.
We’ll see if I can find a way to write about it that doesn’t terrify me and is more than a small bullet point in a longer blog entry.
* This weekend, my husband and I enjoyed some Simultaneous Back Pain. We even bought some BenGay the other day. BenGay. NOTE: We are neither athletes nor 85.
I am HOPING that this isn’t our 30s (well, my impending 30s) jumping up and saying, “Hello there! You are old now! Have some back pain so that you can’t help but think of your highly advanced age at all times!”
If I were to blame something other than our fourth decade, it would be our bed. I don’t know why, I suppose I just need something I can blame that I can presumably DO SOMETHING about. We did try flipping it over, which we do too infrequently, in hopes that we had just worn a pocket into the mattress over time that was affecting our sleeping positions. But that hasn’t seemed to make any difference.
This is not a new mattress; I bought it waaaaaaaay back in 2003 when I started grad school. Maybe the mattress is just old? I guess I thought that mattresses lasted 10 or 15 years or even longer. But maybe I am wrong. And/or maybe I was so pleased by my incredible deal on brand-new queen mattress that I am reluctant to find out what a mattress costs when you don’t buy it from a girl you used to cheer against in high school.
* This weekend, my husband and I had dinner with two friends and their small baby. (Really small – he’s only seven weeks old!) The whole hanging-out-with-babies thing is very new for us. These are our first friends in close proximity to have a kid. So it was kind of a New Experience type of night. It’s not like the baby DID anything of real note; he looked around and smiled a lot at the beginning, but by the time we got to the restaurant, he was asleep in his car seat and stayed asleep all through dinner.
He was lying there, so sweet and doll-faced, fast asleep, and I felt a little bit like maybe this is something my husband and I could do. But then after dinner, once we’d parted ways, I got all panicky thinking about us having a baby, like it was some crazy wild idea. I mean, it’s hard enough to think of our FRIENDS as parents… It’s practically impossible to imagine myself and my husband with a tiny baby of our own.
I’ve been feeling this way for the past year or so – one second, totally charmed by the vision of us with a little one of our own… the next, completely freaked out at the thought and fully relieved that we don’t have one.
I’m assuming that SOMEDAY I will stick with one emotion or the other, yes? I’m sick of these wildly-swinging, violently-opposing feelings.
But that baby sure was cute.
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Well, Internet, that’s what’s on my mind this cold Monday morning. What’s going through your brain of late?
Also, where in the wide world has my butter dish disappeared to? For Pete’s sake. It didn’t just grow legs and walk away!