Someone who knows my deepest, darkest desires gave me the most splendid present ever: a book. But not just ANY book, it is titled Curious Lists: A Creative Journal for List-Lovers. And boy, am I ever a List-Lover.
I will share with you, internet, some of my favorite (completed by me) lists from this book.
Haikus About Duct Tape
A roll of silver
Poised to fix any hole at all:
a shiny soul patch
The MacGuyver of
my toolbox, anchoring the
bottom with your weight
The shy-er cousin
of red electrical tape
your girth is useful
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
I am smitten...
When I giggle and warn you, during our 10:30pm phone conversation, that I have just taken NyQuil and you reply, "Awesome. We're talking all night. Go get a beer."
When, driving me home after an amazing date, you let me blast my favorite Yeah Yeah Yeahs song and sing along loudly with all of the windows down.
When I am forced to buy my favorite type of yogurt in blueberry (which I don't care for), because that is all that is left on the shelf, and I eat it and find it to be AMBROSIAL.
When you indulge my secret crush on a certain British vampire-actor and buy me a calendar of him for Christmas.
When you label the wrapped calendar with a tag that has a fanged-smiley face after the From:.
When, in an effort to out-child me, you produce beautiful twin boys who I already love.
When you still remember the reasons behind those 2 times we almost got thrown out of 11th grade Biology.
When, driving me home after an amazing date, you let me blast my favorite Yeah Yeah Yeahs song and sing along loudly with all of the windows down.
When I am forced to buy my favorite type of yogurt in blueberry (which I don't care for), because that is all that is left on the shelf, and I eat it and find it to be AMBROSIAL.
When you indulge my secret crush on a certain British vampire-actor and buy me a calendar of him for Christmas.
When you label the wrapped calendar with a tag that has a fanged-smiley face after the From:.
When, in an effort to out-child me, you produce beautiful twin boys who I already love.
When you still remember the reasons behind those 2 times we almost got thrown out of 11th grade Biology.
Recipe for Awesome
An incredible way to spend 40 minutes of your evening is making risotto. Allow me to explain how truly awesome that 40 minutes can be:
- Begin cooking: chop onion, saute with butter, add risotto.
- Pour wine (a small amount into the pan, a large amount into your glass).
- Turn on radio, add chicken stock to pan.
- Stir, sip.
- Dance.
- Stir, sip.
- Add more chicken stock.
- Stir, sip.
- Dip it low.
- Began singing along to songs where you don't know the lyrics, but make up your own that sound infinitely better anyway. Add more chicken stock.
- Pour more wine (glass, not pan).
- Rotate pelvis rapidly while stirring.
- Taste risotto and be amazed at your skills.
- Add more chicken stock, dance and sing to Michael Jackson's Bad while singing, "You know I'm bad! I'm bad! JAMAL!"
- Stir, sip. You might need a refill at this point. Trust me, it helps with the cooking (and dancing).
- Add more chicken stock.
- Stir, sip, seriously consider auditioning for American Idol.
- Finish risotto with an egg yolk, a squeeze of lemon, Parmesan, pepper, and a dash of half 'n half.
- Gobble up amazing dinner (also good with steamed asparagus, or shrimps, or mushrooms) and marvel at your remarkable cooking and dancing skills. Repeat between bites: "I am phenomenal."
I Wish I Was A Punkrocker
I can really get behind music that features:
(If you find a song that has all three of these I will probably propose to you.)
- steel drums
- a ukelele
- marching band percussion
(If you find a song that has all three of these I will probably propose to you.)
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Bright are the stars that shine...
I can no longer keep it to myself: I have been having a love affair since late 2001. And I have to tell you this also: If you saw my love, you'd love him too.
He is of Egyptian lineage, and has deep, deep brown eyes. His face is so beautiful that it almost looks like he is wearing makeup. He is one of those people that is always cold, even in the summer. He loves the beach, but not in the cheesy, Playboy centerfold-fake way; he genuinely loves it. He would camp out, eat fish, and live on the sand.
He is very introspective, but at the same time, a giver. He loves to sit in my recliner, but not in the reclined position. He is a very good listener, and is rarely the first person to break out of a hug. He has a rather large overbite, but it is charmingly attractive. He secretly longs to be a tap-dancer.
He eats like a pig but stays remarkably trim. He is a very fast runner, which is kind of how we met. He would always rather be on a golf course and thinks that cats are not to be trusted. He loves babies and sneaks bites of their food when he thinks that I am not looking.
He respects my space and will only sleep in my bed if invited. He will always want you to turn on the fire, and will never talk you out of baking anything. He likes to play games, but only with certain people (me, or course, being #1 on that list...did I mention how smart he is?).
My love is patient, kind, giving, and smells soft and musky and never unpleasant. Sometimes he could use a rinse of mouthwash, but I would never hold that against him. He will try any food once. He hates to see me cry, and tends to worry if I am in the bathroom for too long.
Sometimes he talks in his sleep, and I do not begrudge being woken up to that. He would take a bullet for me, and has told me this many times. He does not like loud music, or football games, but will let me put my feet on him when they are chilly and need to be toasted.
He is quietly poetic, endlessly faithful, and has been a big inspiration of mine for the past nine wonderful years. Plus he also loves, loves, loves to annoy Scott B. which is also one of MY very favorite pastimes. For these reasons, and oh so many others, this love of mine will never die, as long as I have him near me. And I love him.
Stanley Doo
He is of Egyptian lineage, and has deep, deep brown eyes. His face is so beautiful that it almost looks like he is wearing makeup. He is one of those people that is always cold, even in the summer. He loves the beach, but not in the cheesy, Playboy centerfold-fake way; he genuinely loves it. He would camp out, eat fish, and live on the sand.
He is very introspective, but at the same time, a giver. He loves to sit in my recliner, but not in the reclined position. He is a very good listener, and is rarely the first person to break out of a hug. He has a rather large overbite, but it is charmingly attractive. He secretly longs to be a tap-dancer.
He eats like a pig but stays remarkably trim. He is a very fast runner, which is kind of how we met. He would always rather be on a golf course and thinks that cats are not to be trusted. He loves babies and sneaks bites of their food when he thinks that I am not looking.
He respects my space and will only sleep in my bed if invited. He will always want you to turn on the fire, and will never talk you out of baking anything. He likes to play games, but only with certain people (me, or course, being #1 on that list...did I mention how smart he is?).
My love is patient, kind, giving, and smells soft and musky and never unpleasant. Sometimes he could use a rinse of mouthwash, but I would never hold that against him. He will try any food once. He hates to see me cry, and tends to worry if I am in the bathroom for too long.
Sometimes he talks in his sleep, and I do not begrudge being woken up to that. He would take a bullet for me, and has told me this many times. He does not like loud music, or football games, but will let me put my feet on him when they are chilly and need to be toasted.
He is quietly poetic, endlessly faithful, and has been a big inspiration of mine for the past nine wonderful years. Plus he also loves, loves, loves to annoy Scott B. which is also one of MY very favorite pastimes. For these reasons, and oh so many others, this love of mine will never die, as long as I have him near me. And I love him.
Stanley Doo
Friday, June 25, 2010
Tonight, tonight
I had a piece of cold pizza and about 7 Russell Stover's chocolates for dinner. It has been that kind of day.
Now I am watching Remember Me, again. This movie got dumped on because of the ending, but I really liked it. Admitedly I was initially drawn to it because of the panty-melter, but, as a viewer with such shallow expectations, I went into it expecting melted undergarments, and ended up laughing some, being genuinely impressed with the story, and moved by the ending. I prefer movies that make me ponder a bit, so this did not disappoint (on many levels).
Now I am watching Remember Me, again. This movie got dumped on because of the ending, but I really liked it. Admitedly I was initially drawn to it because of the panty-melter, but, as a viewer with such shallow expectations, I went into it expecting melted undergarments, and ended up laughing some, being genuinely impressed with the story, and moved by the ending. I prefer movies that make me ponder a bit, so this did not disappoint (on many levels).
The saddest thing I can imagine...
...is having nothing to say.
(Luckily that is not a problem I often encounter. But I imagine it to be pretty devastating.)
(Luckily that is not a problem I often encounter. But I imagine it to be pretty devastating.)
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