Archive for July, 2007
Unconcsious Mutterings Week 234
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and Squiggy
I never liked the characters of Lenny and Squiggy. I felt they were annoying men, always trying get in the way of the charming, woman-centric relationship of Laverne and Shirley. And this was when I was in third grade – 1974 or so! Closet woman lover even then.
Play too!
And they lived happily ever after
The wedding was a success, if by success you mean no crazy babymamas showed up and caused a scene and no brides threw themselves at said crazy babymamas and wreaked all sorts of havoc, and no group of groomsmen/burly former college football players started throwing punches, and no police were called.
I personally found the whole thing to be a bit dull.
Congrats, GF and QB.
“M”
That’s one of my brothers-in-law; you can ignore him for now. That thing on the side of the garage is a piece DTE made when he was still an undergrad. We had been “dating” for, oh, a while. He was taking a neon class, and was working on this huge piece with neon on barnboards. It was my birthday, and I was hanging out in the neon shop waiting for him to finish up so we could make the drive to Grand Rapids. (I don’t know why I would have been so anxious to drive to GR for my birthday when I was in perfectly wonderful Madison. Whatever. )
This was a perfect example of our relationship. He kept saying “I just have to finish this… and this…” and he’d work for a while. He completely underestimated the time it took for him to finish things. I was irritated, and anxious to go, but I had a book with me (Mama Day by Gloria Naylor) so I just sat on one of the tables and read. Hours went by. “Just have to finish this…”
I thought it was some sort of abstract image. Finally he was done. He told me to come look at it. I told him it looked kind of like an ice cream cone to me (inspired visionary that I am.) The piece was laying flat, and so I was looking at it horizontally. He dragged a ladder over and had me climb on it so I could see the piece from a better angle.
It is an image of me – big nose, nose ring and all. Immediately all of my irriation went away and was replaced with more love and flattery.
Ask any of his kids – he drives you crazy with his tardiness, but his complete generosity usually makes up for it.
Ding Dong, the bells are ringing
Ding dong… remember ding dongs? I loved those things. I would eat all around them, until I was left with just the cream in the middle.
I’m going to a wedding this Saturday. I’m trying to think about how many weddings I have attended that weren’t family members’ weddings. Let’s see… mine doesn’t count, I guess. We went to John and whatshername’s in New York. Michele and Erik’s in CA. Cindy and Mark’s in Madison. (but that was a reception only, not the ceremony.) I think that is about it. Rudi and Marta got married, but we didn’t make it to that one.
I guess what I’m getting at is that weddings are odd to me, they are unfamiliar except as a family event. Being invited to a wedding is an intimate thing, and I’m not really looking forward to this weekend. This wedding is weird from about a million different perspectives – the couple is often referred to as The Crash Test Dummies. I don’t know, this one just feels off to me. Has that ever happened to you? Do you just watch in horrified facination? They do love each other. Is that enough?
Blissfest
A few weekends ago we went to a music festival in northern MI called Blissfest. I am not the camping sort, but our friends Mare and Gare had invited us, and I have a well known crush on Mare.
We ended up having a fan-fricking-tastic time. It was dark when we arrived, and our friends were already there and three sheets to the wind. DTE had his undies in a bundle as he was setting up the tent. At one point I asked him if I could help him and he grunted something stupid. Normally DTE is a very easy going guy – not many people see this side of him. The men in the group were all surprised, and jumped up to start helping him. The women in the group, though – we all just laughed at him. And that is one of the many reasons I love these women. They get that guys are just stupid and crabby sometimes, and need to be laughed at.
There was a terrific storm the first night. I was so happy and cozy in our tent. I woke up around dawn, though, and thought “Hmmm. I think I might have left my bag outside.” I woke DTE and mentioned this possiblity to him. It was pouring rain – the kind of blowing rain that comes at you sideways – and to counter his misbehavior from the night before, he ran out in the rain and grabbed my bag. He stood under the communal circus tent and emptied the bag:
one soaked book, ruined
one soaked, never read magazine, ruined
one wallet, soaked, but still intact
one baseball hat, literally full of water (he dramatically turned it rightside up and poured the water out of it)
one cell phone, screen full of water… oops
one iPod…nooooooooo!!!!!!
Thank the iGoddess that I had my pretty creamsicle colored white and orange leather protector. Somehow, out of that entirely wet bag, the iPod was positioned just so, so that the protector got a little damp, but the iPod itself was perfectly fine. WHEW.
That day it was grey and cold.
We drank percolated coffee, ate scrambled eggs, and drank more than one Bloody Mary. By 10:30 we were into the beer and wine. We all left our pajamas on, and then put on every stitch of remaining, non-damp clothing we could find. We putzed around all day.
The boys got a chance to play with the guys’ intruments.
The rain stopped long enough for us to go the the shops and crafts area.
(That’s Lucy wearing her pajama bottoms over top of some other clothes.)
Since it was a music festival, we decided to brave the cold and listen to the music that night. Fortified by brandy, coffee, and more wine, we bundled up and heard some GREAT music.
And the next day – just look at the sky:
Pop culture failures
1. I bought Harry Potter 7 and read the end only.
2. I have never heard the song “Sexy Back” by Justin Timberlake.
