Monthly Archive for November, 2008

Happy post-Thanksgiving

When Ben woke up this morning, I got him out of his crib, gave him a couple of toys and stumbled back to bed. He was not content to amuse himself, so he got in the bed with us. He sat there between our heads, happily jibbering and then started giving me kisses.

“He sure woke up happy,” Kris mumbled groggily.

“Why wouldn’t he?” I asked. “We did all of his favorite things yesterday. We went to Lowe’s, we played outside, we dipped things in ketchup, we popped bubble wrap, he fell asleep while we watched a movie…”

“Oh yeah.”

Ben is having an excellent Thanksgiving weekend. We’ve gone visiting, Carol came over and tamed our azaleas and today’s the Iron Bowl. The fun don’t ever end.

Look Who’s Two

(See the larger version and a 5×7 alternate here on Flickr.)

This is a scrapbook page I made for Angie for Lyla’s second birthday. I ordered prints from Flickr with enough time for them to arrive before her birthday party. They did not. I e-mailed them last week with a “what gives” and they re-issued the order.

Yesterday, the Flickr pics arrived, thankfully in time for Thanksgiving. I took them to Angie at work today. And when I got home? Another set of the Flickr photos. Oy to the vay.

From the vault: Harry Potter and the Magic of Reading

A few years ago, the Times, the Gadsden Public Library and Premiere Cinemas hosted an evening called Harry Potter and the Magic of Reading. I found the flyers, ads, article layout and whatnot I made for it on an archive disc recently.

Priced to (not) sell!

I know I’m not “in the market” for a house, but I kept an eye out for such a long time that I can’t help but look now, too. I’m not looking on purpose, so it’s only the downtown area that I see on the way to work.

The house Kris and I tried to buy when I was still pregnant? Is on the market again – third time since us. It’s not that it won’t sell – the seller finds a buyer every time… and then backs out. For real, I think this lady has a problem. I see the sign in the yard and I wonder if the real estate agent knows what’s in store.

There’s another house that is a cartoon Smurf blue. I noticed it was being repainted lately. And then it went on the market. Who paints a house a fresh coat of Smurf blue and then tries to sell it?

There’s a house on Randall that was remodeled over a year ago and has been sitting for sale ever since. I checked to see its listing price out of curiosity:

TOTALLY REMODELED-3Br 2 Ba w/New windows, hardwood & tile flrs,Granite ctrs, new cabs, appliances, BAs w/wp tubs.12ft ceil. $128,700

Y’know, those are great things, but I get the feeling this is somebody who watched too much HGTV. Because a house two blocks further down the street fetched less than $30,000 when it sold in the spring. Ain’t nobody gonna buy this one for over $100,000 (I’d say upper 80s) on that street.

That reminds me of the house on South 11th that was similarly remodeled and listed at $99,999. Clearly not a local seller, because who would list a house for nearly $100,000 directly across from a gas station with the nickname “Murder Mart?”

Yay to the Ani

Last year, I read some lyrics to an Ani song that I thought I’d like. It wasn’t on an album yet, so I couldn’t procure it and then I forgot what the lyrics were, just that it had something to do with motherhood. But today as I scoped out the freebies on iTunes, I noticed Ani had a new release and something about the title “Present/Infant” looked familiar and yay, it’s that song!

Present/Infant

lately i’ve been glaring into mirrors
picking myself apart
you’d think at my age i’d of thought
of something better to do
than making insecurity into a full-time job
making insecurity into art
and i fear my life will be over
and i will have never lived unfettered
always glaring into mirrors
mad i don’t look better

but now here is this tiny baby
and they say she looks just like me
and she is smiling at me
with that present infant glee
and yes i will defend
to the ends of the earth
her perfect right to be

so i’m beginning to see some problems
with the ongoing work of my mind
and i’ve got myself a new mantra
it says: “don’t forget to have a good time”
don’t let the sellers of stuff power enough
to rob you of your grace
love is all over the place

there’s nothing wrong with your face
love is all over the place
there’s nothing wrong with your face

lately i’ve been glaring into mirrors
picking myself apart

Also, how come nobody told me that a volume 4 of Enter the Worship Circle was released over the summer?

In which I try to fake being a CKBD

Because I cannot afford to hire a real CKBD.

I’ve been working on plans for a kitchen remodel sometime next year. I’ve read articles, I’ve drawn schematics. I pick my friends brains. Today I ran across this quote that sums up my goal:

I wanted it to fit the style of the house but include modern conveniences for a growing family.

From Country Living

I need an article on Built-In Kitchen Nooks for Dummies.

Nerdfighters warmed the cockles of me heart

(Yes, I know that in WebTime, a week after an event is a bit long for this type of gushing day-after post, but I actually wrote this last Saturday and was waiting to post it because I wanted to add links and quotes and such…)

When Carol and Nicole told me the Nerdfighting Tour was coming to Gadsden, I knew I didn’t need to know exactly what the Nerdfighting Tour was to know I’d feel at home. As a card-carrying Nerd, I felt an obligation to attend. I am so glad I did.

I tried to discern what the Tour was about from the website, but it’s an entire community and the simple entry pages such as About and the FAQ weren’t working. So I showed up on Friday knowing only that one guy writes young adult novels and the other guy sings songs and that maybe they are brothers.

The songs were great, the reading was great and even though I know nothing about them, even the Q & A was good. Adding to all the awesomeness was sitting next to Cookie, who totally lost it when John said “Vampires in Suburbia or Wizard School.”

But the absolute best was Accio Deathly Hallows, a song Hank wrote three days before the book’s release. He made the crowd sing along if they knew the words and oh, they did. It’s rare for me, outside of church, to sit in a room full of people singing a song. Maybe that’s why I felt like it was a spiritual moment. This community of nerds has found one another online and traveled to meet in person. When he sang “I couldn’t care more about Harry Potter if Hogwarts was my Alma Mater,” you could feel that we all felt the same way.

And I smiled, and yes, this nerd is such a softie, because I teared up, too. They don’t know what it was like for us thirtysomething nerds, drifting through adolescene without the anchor of fellow geeks. Or how when you did find somebody who geeks out over the same things, it was monumental. (Jaimie and I forged our friendship over quoting lines from Monty Python.)

Here endeth the gushfest. Check out Hank’s song about Helen Hunt:

Helen Hunt, I’m Mad About You

Rough week

But this quote (from Scotty-boy) sums up why it’s all gonna be okay:

If friends and love = $$$, then you two are like Gadsden’s own Lovey & Thurston Howell III, without the shipwreck-part.

For we are, in fact, awash in friends and love.

Designs of Obama

The Gadsden Times had some complaints today for not running a large picture of Obama on the front page like a lot of other papers did. It was a logistics thing — our press time was so early that Obama hadn’t made his victory speech yet.

I went to check out Newseum today to see how other papers handled the big story. My favorite page one was that of the Santa Rosa Press Democrat (coincidentally, a sister paper).

I love that the photo is practically the whole cover, the election logo header, the head, the subhead, all of it.

Speaking of Obama and design, I mean, of course I think it’s genius that he has a signature font and his own cool campaign logo, but I am impressed by the cleverness he inspired in so many designers. My two, somewhat obscure favorites are the Voldemort Can’t Stop Barack motif from Harry and the Potters and this Mavis Beacon of Hope poster.

One final Obama-related artwork is this postcard from PostSecret, which is a fear I’m sure has been felt by his family. FA touched on it in his blog, too.

Danny Daniels, the Good Sport

Kris and I had our first houseguest over the weekend. We were so stoked to have bought a house with a guest room, and we figured our first guest would be family or a friend crashing after a party. But then Debbie called from the church and asked if we could put Danny Daniels up when he came to town the first weekend in November.

For those of you who aren’t Vineyard folk, Danny Daniels is one of the original worship leaders of the Vineyard. You may not know it, but you’ve probably heard one of his songs before. Maybe an instrumental version while you peruse the offerings at Hobby Lobby. What I’m sayin’ is, the man is like a Pillar of the Vineyard church.

Kris and I kept thinking of hosting Danny Daniels “the first weekend in November” without connecting to the fact that this would coincide with our annual costume party on Halloween. I was already in costume when Danny arrived. Shortly thereafter, so were Kris and Ben, and suddenly the house was full of family and costumed friends.

Danny had some chili and retired to the guest room. I’m sure he’s used to all sorts of shenanigans when he’s on the road, but Kris and I so enjoy having people into our home and we want it to be a pleasurable experience. I felt bad that a loud party was going on; what if the man needed rest? But also, the partygoers were having a good time…

Liz and I were in the kitchen complaining about the itchiness of our wigs and I told her “and oh yeah, we’ve got Danny Daniels sequestered in the guest room.” She thought I was joking. “No, really,” I assured her. And about that time, the man himself emerged for another bowl of chili.

For the rest of the night, I asked Liz “hey, remember that time we had a Halloween party with Danny Daniels in the guest room?”

Our hospitality only got better the next morning when the power was out. But throughout the weekend, Danny was a wonderful guest. I do hope that if he comes to town again, he’ll consider the Catoe home open at his disposal.