Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
22. I really wish I had more money to spend on Disney Vinylmation toys. Sad, I know. And generally speaking, I would probably rather collect vintage items, but there is something to be said for contemporary collections as well.
23. Rob and I both wish we could buy this painting for our living room, even though neither of us are from (or have been to) Hawaii.
24. I hate the snow. Except for the two weeks leading up to Christmas (or when it is close enough to drive to, but not so close that it interferes with my life). Which is why Denver weather sucks -snowstorm in October, why not? Blizzard in April, fantastic! An inch on Christmas, heavens, no! Once there was a massive blizzard a few days before Christmas, which was kind of nice. But then of course I was too busy complaining about the cold and the piles of snow that made parking nightmarish to take it all in. So now that the forecast is predicting 1-4 inches overnight, I can honestly say I will try my best to enjoy it.
25. I really love baking and cooking. Since I haven't been feeling well, I haven't been cooking as much I would prefer, and that makes me sad.
26. I am obsessed with smells... I am really paranoid about things smelling bad. For example, my dog. And as much as I love eating them, the smell of cooking onions. So I arm my self compulsively with candles and sents and fabreeze. And I really hate the way frozen food smells (Amy's organics are okay). Even if it tastes okay, I cannot smell the container after the fact. If I think something smells bad, I am not a rest until I have a chance to rectify the situation.
27. I really like reading. Everything - blogs, magazines, historical novels, non-fiction, how-tos, etc. The only genres I'm not crazy about are science-fiction/fantasy (Harry Potter excluded) and chick-lit. I really love John Steinbeck, Anthony Bourdain, Lisa See, Amy Tan, Mary Roach, Christopher Moore... I could go on for a while so I will stop there.
28. I hate seafood.
29. I have two siblings, a 20 year old sister and 16 year old brother.
30. I ahve a real problem with anxiety. As in there is way too much of it in my life.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
12. Rob and I try to eat at least 50% vegetarian (I think the kids these days call that flexitarian). That means between the two of us in the house, there is at least one vegetarian. I could never be a full-blown vegetarian - not so long as I live in a world with grass-fed beef and cured Italian meats. And Anthony Bourdain's scorn.
13. I know that my last name is a little, um, hilarious (see: Organ). I took Rob's last name when I got married because he asked me to, and I mostly don't mind. But I do mourn for all the names we will never be able to bestow upon our children...Sharon, Ophelia, Jr., Rosy, Pearl... (Go ahead, say those names out loud...)
14. Most people refuse to accept that my last name is Organ. I am always being asked to repeat myself. I think they are in disbelief ... like, maybe they just misheard me, and it's really Morgan. Or else they think it is Oregon, like the state. So now I always say, "Organ, like the donor." Yeah, I get a lot of strange looks.15. I know I could say "like the instrument." I choose not to.
16. Like most other white Americans, I am a mix of multiple European nationalities. However, despite the red hair and Irish last name, I am most notably Italian. And from a relatively recently immigrant family - My mother's maternal great-grandparents came to the US less than 100 years ago, making me a third generation American - a bit rare for a white kid. My father's grandparents were also immigrants.
17.. I'm an Aries... so that means my husband married an redheaded Italian-American Aries. On rare occasion, I have been known to be handful.
18. I am always cold. Always. Especially my hands and feet. I always think of my Granny who said "cold hand, warm heart."
19. My Granny had a red paper heart taped to her kitchen wall with the words "Ja Elske Die," which means "I Love You" in Danish. I want that as a tattoo some day. She always had olives (green and black) for us when we visited. She's been gone for a long time, and I miss her.
20. I miss my other grandmother too, but she is in California. Totally preferable to the alternative. She is very sad these days and it breaks my heart.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
1. My mom is in India for work at the moment and I am extremely jealous.
2. My mom's birthday was Monday. For her birthday, my mom got a pineapple up her nose (courtesy of her Indian counterparts). And a Nikon. And I totally stole this picture from her email.
3. My husband was born in Boulder, CO but grew up outside of Minneapolis, MN. Everyone thinks he is from California. I suspect that is because his wife is from California, he takes 95% of his vacations in the great state of CA, he has the Highway 101 sign and palm trees tattooed on his arm and our cars have In and Out and Santa Cruz stickers on them.
4. My poor little Czara had surgery on Monday (for an aural hematoma) and cried all night long. Of course I understood that she was in pain, so I let her sleep in my bed, spooned her all night long, and woke up every time she whimpered to gently comfort her back to sleep. And Rob thinks I spoil her.
5. I may or may not spoil my dogs.
6. I just bought a ton of vintage compacts on ebay. The only one I really wanted I was outbid on this morning. It was adorable, it had a little seahorse on the front. I am not a happy camper.
7.We went with a real Christmas Tree this year. Rob and I have discussed buying a palm tree Christmas tree. That would most likely be fake. For obvious reasons.
8.My house was built in 1953. We bought it in 2008, when it was 55 years young.
9. My favorite non-pet animal as a child were giraffes, but I also love flamingos, penguins, swallows, and seals/sea lions. Rob refers to seals as “his friends.” It’s adorable.
10. I'm 99% done with my Christmas shopping. Which is really bad because the earlier I get done, the more likely I am to go above and beyond my original gift game plan. I just can't stop myself.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
I guess it was only a matter of time before my anxiety and stress level made me really sick... and I am. I left the doctors yesterday with 5 prescriptions (6 if you count the painkillers she called in the day before). On top of the painful, painful shingles, I have some issues with my breathing. I have felt sick for 2 months, but I have chalked it up to being stressed and not having made time for exercise, but it turns out I was really sick all along. So now I have daily inhalers for the first time in my life. Hopefully I can discontinue that once I go back to the doctors in two weeks because those are not my favorite. Also I had to get Valtrex. You know, the medicine that is advertised for genital herpes? Apparently since shingles is in the same family as herpes the medication works on both. I was quick to tell the pharmacist that I have shingles.
Anyway, despite being in pain and in a drug-induced daze, I have decided that I need to work on keeping my anxiety level down. My plan includes making time to explore various creative pursuits (since I used to be creative, motivated, and a self-starter but now I am mostly a whiny sulker) and I am going to start exercising regularly again. I might even take up yoga. I want to start using my instant netflix connection to watch yoga videos. Rob has even agreed to do it with me since he is a sucker for yoga anyway (he is a weird, weird little man - not because he likes yoga, but that only adds to it).
I'm done thinking for now, since I'm pretty sure I'm not doing that great job of it anyway right now, but I will leave you with a picture of my dogs. Benny has long thought of the picnic table as his personal observation deck, but Czara decided for the first time today that if it's good enough for Benny, it's good enough for her...
Oh, and I should mention that I think daytime TV sucks. Which was not the case 5 years ago. What has happened since then?