A Tall Order

I am working on my blog entry(ies, let's be honest) about Turkey, and I came across this article by George Saunders from GQ about Dubai. It's brilliance has (nearly) caused me a sudden and complete case of writer's block. Hopefully, my writing about Turkey will be able to capture a fraction of the magic that Saunders manages in his travel writing. I was especially moved by a section that I have shortened below, but his whole piece was amazing. Go read it. Seriously. It was funny, both clever and glib, but also honest and meaningful, all while making you feel as if you have hitched a ride to Dubai in his suitcase-just what good travel writing should be, in my opinion. And that's a tall order to fill, even if I've imposed it on myself.

David Silverman/Getty Images, Life

...it occurred to me that the American sense of sophistication/irony—our cleverness, our glibness, our rapid-fire delivery, our rejection of gentility, our denial of tradition, our blunt realism—which can be a form of greatness when it manifests in a Gershwin, an Ellington, a Jackson Pollock—also causes us to (wrongly) assume a corresponding level of sophistication/irony/worldliness in the people of other nations.

My experience has been that the poor, simple people of the world admire us, are enamored of our boldness, are hopeful that the insanely positive values we espouse can be actualized in the world. They are, in other words, rooting for us. Which means that when we disappoint them—when we come in too big, kill innocents, when our powers of discernment are diminished by our frenzied, self-protective, fearful post-9/11 energy—we have the potential to disappoint them, bitterly, and drive them away.

It's that Time of Year Again!

I feel like the holiday push came even earlier this year in stores, showing up before Halloween stuff had even cleared the way, so it felt like a longer wait than usual before I could break out the Christmas music. But as I fired up my playlists, I came across this awesome free download list from Target!

With a cute song from one of my favorite groups, Guster, and this lovely song from Jenny O, this list is full of great holiday songs.



Enjoy!

No wonder we were seeing such fascinating people in the airport in Turkey!  They were on their way to the Grand Mosque in Mecca for the annual Hajj.  

Hassan Ammar/AP Photo

We're Off!

Istanbul, we're on our way!  Be back soon with lots of stories and even more pictures...

Photo credit: nordictravelistanbul.com

Wish me luck being stuck on a plane for 10 hours with my attention deficient husband.

Fairytale Home

Can you imagine how magical it would be to live in this pyramid at the top of the Smith Tower in Seattle?

Stuart Iset/New York Times

It's even an adventure getting there!

"To get to the penthouse apartment, the family rides up 35 stories...debarks next to an observation deck and a Chinese-themed banquet room, passes through a portal marked “private residence,” and climbs two stories into the neo-Gothic pyramid. "

Go see the pictures of the rest of the apartment.  Like a very posh bell tower.  One with a Chihuly chandelier and a Calder mobile.  Wow.

Stuart Isett/New York Times

Our Wedding (Finally)

 

Finally sharing the pictures, not that it finally happened.  Yes, we've been together a decade, but that doesn't mean that either of us were in a rush to have a ceremony.  We waited until the time was right for us, and it ended up being perfect.  It really was.  I think if our pictures show nothing else, they certainly capture our joy.  Our wedding was joy-filled and moving, and so very truly us.

Feel free to read the ceremony we wrote here. 

Also, if you haven't seen it yet, you should go see the lovely slideshow our photographer, Shyla, made for us.  It captures the whole day in about 2 minutes.  I've selected different pictures below since I know many people have already seen the slideshow.

And here are some snapshots of the day.

 

There are too many pictures of all the details of the day that everyone helped to create to include them all individually here, so I am including a few collages of many of them.  

The Bar Table

My sisters were completely in charge of the tables and the flowers, while my cousin took care of our wedding (ice cream) cake.  My dad repaired the croquet set and made sure everything made it up to NY.  My mom took care of the chalkboard and all of the plates (though we all got a little caught up in buying them.) 

The Flowers

 

My grandmother let us borrow her table linens and napkins.  My aunt contributed the silverware and the jars for the flowers; not to mention she and my uncle (and many of their friends) made sure their backyard was the most magical place to hold a wedding, landscaping and planting a good portion of the flowers in the days before the wedding.  My uncle and my sister's fiance made sure the stereo worked. My sister's boyfriend created the playlist.  

Another uncle hand-carved both sets of birds that topped the cakes.  It was a wonderful way to have everyone's involvement in the preparations for our day, and it was really nice not to have to worry about many of the details. 

The Wedding (Ice Cream) Cake and the Dessert Table

Poor Oregon, You Got Lost in the Wedding Shuffle

Nathan and I took a trip to Oregon back in August before the wedding crazy really reached its peak. It was a fantastic week in which we hung out with Dean, enjoyed the ridiculous amount of wild blackberries, and tried to adjust to fall weather having just left the dog days of August in Chicago.

I should mention that I had never been out west before. I've been to California, but that is truly a region of its own. To get to Oregon, we took a plane with Chester the Eskimo's face plastered across the tail (Alaska Air). Our long flight had more screaming children than any flight I've ever been on save Orlando. I was miserable. Nathan was watching Family Guy on the personal DVD player that we rented for $7 so he was oblivious and laughing uproariously at shows I would swear he's seen at least a dozen times.  No joke, he honestly can relate every conversation we have back to "that time on Family Guy" or South Park.  I find it deeply disturbing.  We arrived at 11 pm CST and rented a car because we still had a 2 hour drive to Corvallis, which is where his brother was living for the summer while he attends baseball camp.

Dean had tons of things planned for us.  Day one of our visit he had the day off from baseball so we headed to the coast.  It was quite chilly, and I was very thankful I had packed my sweater at the last minute (I lived in this sweater the entire trip).  We headed west to the coast and then south.  We had to make a stop before we reached the coast because I was ready to lose it sitting in the backseat while on all those curvy roads.  And by it, I mean my breakfast.  It turned out to be a lovely digression though because we walked down into a meadow and ended up catching crawdads and enjoying the sun as it burned off the fog.

After the poor crawdad was suitably traumatized, we got back in the car and continued on to the coast.  As we neared the coast, Nathan spotted a travel information post so we stopped.  (He likes to stock up on brochures to read to us at each site.)  While he browsed, Dean and I made a beeline to the little building next door where a lady was dumping a huge writhing tangle of crabs into a massive pot of boiling water.  The little building turned out to be a seafood shop which was selling the morning catch.  We decided to buy a whole crab to have for lunch and some seafood chowder to slurp in the car.

Nathan and Dean

We continued on to the Oregon Dunes.  They were large and hard to miss, but we had great difficulty finding how to actually get to them.  After driving far down the road, we finally came to a park entrance.  We climbed the large dune and got to the frosty, wind-blasted coast.  The boys played aerobee for a very long while.  I took a ton of pictures, mostly out of boredom and to practice using my long distance lens.  We decided we were going to try to get to a distant point that Nathan pointed out from the top of our dune.  We got back in the car and went back to the first place we nearly stopped.  It was fantastic.  You had to climb straight up this huge hill of sand for what felt like an eternity.  When you reached the top, it was just an endless vista of sand and scrub pines.  The boys ran off to play aerobee in the endless sand box, but I laid down to "keep watch on their stuff," aka nap and read.

After the dunes, we continued on up the coast and saw some spectacularly described sites such as the haystacks and the Devil's Basin.  Not as spectacular in person, especially at high tide.  However, we did get sidetracked at a picnic area taking a hike to see the world's largest Ponderosa Pine.  I scoffed, but it ended up being an enjoyable hike and a VERY LARGE tree.

We ended day one in Newport, where we had a fantastic seafood stew dinner at a small restaurant called filled with oceanic flotsam and jetsam. After dinner, we headed down the wharf to eat more blackberries and watch the sea lions bark and beach themselves on the pier.  An exhausting first day.

That guy chickened out, but I didn't.

Day two began with a trip to the local farmer's market, which was awesome.  We stocked up on berries, cheese, and bread for lunch.  We headed to Eugene to see the University of Oregon.  (It's hard enough talking Nathan out of his odd penchant for examining any and all campuses we encounter during our travel, but when there's a second McArdle throwing his affirmative vote into the mix, I have no hope of escaping the tour.)  Then we headed to High Rock, a hidden water hole off the side of a well-traveled road that a local friend had shown Dean.  It was gorgeous and warming up just enough that we were willing to brave the icy waters.  We hiked down the river and then back up on the far bank on what Dean and his friends had named "The Mission."  This involved belly crawling through crevices that reached out over the water, a wee bit of bouldering along cracks, scrabbling through loose gravel and tangled weeds up huge stone boulders, and then finally jumping off the 15-20 foot high rock into the water...all in a bathing suit.  Slightly bloodied thighs did not impede me.  I even went on to jump off the highest rock, which was probably more like 30-35 feet. 

We headed back for Dean's game that afternoon.  Dean pitched the last half, but we missed a bit due to a yummy meal of sushi and Nathan needing to check out the Oregon University campus.  We apparently arrived back at the stadium just after Dean was put in, but we didn't hear the change.  Nathan mentioned he was going to go look for Dean in the bullpen, and I said, "Every pitcher looks like Dean to me.  That guy looks like Dean."  (It was Dean.)  In our defense, Dean had told us he would be pitching the next night, and we were planning to watch every minute of that game.  I hadn't even brought my camera for this game.  He told us later that he knew he was pitching this game, but it wasn't a big deal.  We begged to differ.

Day three of our trip involved an early morning hike up Mary's Peak, the highest point in Corvallis.  It was a very nice morning for hiking, but upon reaching the top, we realized that the fog had not yet burned off, and we really couldn't see anything.  At least the hiking made up for the lack of view.  Hiking in Oregon is very interesting.
Of all the hikes we did, every single one was in completely different types of landscape: dune hiking, tall pine forests with clear forest floors, deciduous forests with lots of undergrowth and wildflowers, and old growth forests.  All very different.  It made for some very fun walking.  In the afternoon, Dean was needed back for a baseball game, so we headed back to the ball field.  After the game, we were treated to an evening cookout with Dean's host family where we ate phenomenal smoked ribs. 

Our final full day in Oregon, we headed to Portland to try out some of the world-famous street vendors.  The food trucks have been written about in nearly every food magazine.  These trucks are located throughout the city.  Each truck has their own specialty.  Some sell Thai food, some tamales, and others sell Korean tacos.  We had done a little research, and had a best of the best list.
We aimed for this place for Thai rice and Koi Fusion for tacos.  We were not disappointed.  They were both fantastic.  We also took the tram up to the hospital to see the view of Portland and the surrounding area.  It was a little foggy, so we didn't get any great pictures, but it was a fun ride.  Thus ended a very enjoyable trip.  I hope I get to make my way back there someday soon.

Recent Conversation #5

Not all that recent, actually, but a real conversation nonetheless.

Me: I have a theory. 

Him: " " (Grunts, his spoon halfway to his mouth, hovering precariously above his crossword puzzle.  He doesn’t look up.) 

Me: I have a theory.  I think that…you suffer from Antisocial Personality Disorder.

Him: " " (Continuing to eat as if he hasn’t heard me.) 

In the off chance that I’m wrong, this could cause a huge fight.  Kind of like the time I asked him if he was sure he wasn’t gay (early, very early, in our relationship-I had to make sure, you know?).  If I’m right, well, I suppose there’s the possibility I could set off the serial killer tendencies caused by Antisocial Personality Disorder.

Me:  I mean, you have a lot in common with Dexter, the serial killer from the show I’ve been watching.”  

I look up out of the corner of my eye to see how he’s taking this.  Hmm, pretending not to listen.  I continue with my evidence.  

 Me: High IQ, exasperation with illogical people, no interest in conforming, lack of empathy…

Him: " " (Heading into the kitchen to rinse out his cereal bowl.)

Me: Well?

Him:  What?

Me: Well, are you going to admit it? 

Him: Admit what?

Me: That you’re a serial killer.

Him:  I didn’t kill it, I just ate it.

Me: Not funny.  You know what?  I just found the fatal flaw in my theory.  Supposedly serial killers have a great deal of charm.

Him: I am extremely charming.

Me: Ha!  Not so’s I’d notice.  So what do you think of my list?  That’s an awful lot of characteristics that line up.  Maybe you’re borderline antisocial.

Him:  What list?

Me:  What!  Did you really not hear a word I just said?  Antisocial Personality Disorder?  Lack of empathy?  Hello?

Him:  If by lack of empathy you mean unwilling to give you attention every time you are being overdramatic—case in point, by the way—then yes, I must fit the profile that you developed based on a television show.

Me, calling down the hallway toward his retreating form:  Well, it doesn’t make it any less accurate!

Fall is Approaching

I just discovered Abstract City, an amazing visual blog.  The author/artist, Christoph Niemann, takes very simple concepts and fills them with cleverness and creativity.  In honor of the approach of fall, I thought I'd show you a little of one of my favorite entries so far.  Take a look at his Bio-Diversity entry for more of his fun takes on trees.

 

 

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Random Facts Friday

Favorite food (right now):  Raspberry Pie

Restaurant I Love: Smoque BBQ  Yumm.

Still Haven't Mastered: The willpower to avoid desserts. Last week I had farmer's market raspberry pie for breakfast (more than once).

Hate: My serious lack of willpower.*

Love against my will:  Coke...I keep giving it up, but then I get an irresistible craving. 

Latest Aggravation: My opossum-tailed cat, Maybe.** Darn it, cat, stop pulling out clumps of hair. You're starting to look naked.

Most ridiculous thing I have done recently: Went on a honeymoon with my in-laws. Oh yes, picture Nathan and I sharing the bottom bunk bed while his brother sleeps overhead.

Book I just finished: The End of Mr. Y (Thumbs up.)



Things I discovered while writing this post:
     *Exciting:  Lack of willpower is not entirely my fault as it is apparently a depletable commodity.
   **Oh so Disturbing: There exists a yarn, which people make into sweaters, etc., that comes from fur hand-plucked from opossums.

A Letter to My 18-Year-Old Self

Sure, it was not all that long ago, but having recently turned 30, I was particularly struck when I saw this feature on one of the blogs I follow.  The idea of what I would tell my younger self stayed with me, and I finally sat down to put those vague and misty thoughts into words.  I decided that I could have really used my future self's advice in high school rather than at 20, so I aimed my letter at 18-year-old me.

Dear 18-year-old Hanna,

Thank you for realizing that high school isn't it, but you've only got the glimmer right now.  Embrace it fully.  These girls are never going to accept you.  They're always going to judge you by the clothes you wear and by whether you are exactly like them.  And you're totally right, you are never ever going to be able to do it.  So don't feel guilty about it anymore.  Stop seeing that as a drawback.  You are weird, girl.  Love it.  Because when you get to be my age, everyone is going to be striving to stand out.  

Don't worry about not being that interested in the guys in your classes either.  You can listen to your mother and give them a chance (and boy, will you end up with some good stories out of it), but there's nothing wrong with being picky.  Because it will happen much sooner than you think.

And about that.  He's a tough nut to crack.  You'll have to be strong.  Hold tight to your belief in his love.  Because it's there even if it's hard to see it sometimes.  It's not going to be like in a movie (give that idea up right now because that will bite you in the ass time and again, believe me), and you'll think that it might be easier to give up, but the good will always, always outweigh the bad.  He will be your sounding board, your anchor, and your greatest entertainment, and you will never regret holding on.

There will be some heartbreak ahead.  It will get rocky.  You'll have to be a lot of things to a lot of people, and it will often be incredibly difficult.  But it will teach you empathy and loyalty.  Change will happen, and fighting it will only hurt you more; so forgive, and let it go. 

Finally, don't overdo it on the tequila.  Every single time you do, it will not be pretty.  Also, enjoy that high metabolism, and stop comparing.  You look amazing!  (And you're totally right, he does have a thing for you.)

Thanks for being willing to try new things, for questioning the way it's always been done, and for embracing adventure.  This will never let you down, and it will fill your life with fantastic stories and magical experiences.

Love you,
Hanna

Our Wedding Ceremony

As we had a very small wedding guest list, I have received many requests to hear all about our wedding.  The next few blog entries are dedicated to our wedding. 

First, I thought I'd share our ceremony.

We decided to write our own because we wanted to reflect our values and interests in our day.  As anyone who knows us realizes, we are far from traditional so we wanted our ceremony to reflect that as well.  We both have a love of reading and books and our ceremony truly embraces literature.  Our siblings and parents recited the readings (or in Nathan's Dad's case, officiated), and Nathan and I introduced our vows with poems.  Mine was "i carry your heart" by ee cummings (Complete Poems: 1904-1962 by ee cummings), while Nathan's was Sonnet LXIX by Pablo Neruda (100 Love Sonnets by Pablo Neruda).

Here it is, though minus a few tears.  Barry (my father-in-law) read all the parts in italics.

Gathering by William H Matchett  (Dad read)

Here, in our best bib and tucker we flock,
Drawn from all the hell over, iron filings to a magnet,
An intricate pattern, a one-time convergence
Of friends and relations, a living mandala;

Young and old, nephews and nieces,
Sisters and brothers, parents, grandmother,
And all those others you got to choose for yourselves
Agglomerating to hold you in the centre.

Slow in coming, swift in passing, this day
Slow but long-lasting the major choice confirmed,
Hardly inevitable, yet falling into place
As though it were just what we always expected.

So we join, as you join,
In celebrating love – yours for each other of course
Ours, as you must know, for you – circling,
Cherishing, blessing, releasing
Love, the core of all.

Nathan and Hanna have invited all of you here today to celebrate their marriage.  They know that a marriage needs the help of a community, of friends and family who will be there to support the new family they will create.  May you always do all within your power to support the union that will be made here today and to nurture the bond between these two people whom you love.

This ceremony celebrates all the commitments Nathan and Hanna have made to each other, both large and small, in the days since they first met and recognized their connection to one another.  Their wedding is a symbol of how far they have come together and a symbol of the promise that they will make to each other to continue to live their lives together and to love each other solely and above all others. 


from Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins (Susanne read)

Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won’t adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words “make” and “stay” become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.

excerpt "Union" by Robert Fulghum  (Emily read) 
Hanna and Nathan, “You have known each other from the first glance of acquaintance to this point of commitment. At some point, you decided to marry. From that moment of yes, to this moment of yes, indeed, you have been making commitments in an informal way. All of those conversations that were held in a car, or over a meal, or during long walks – all those conversations that began with, “When we’re married”, and continued with “I will” and “you will” and “we will” – all those late night talks that included “someday” and “somehow” and “maybe” – and all those promises that are unspoken matters of the heart. All these common things, and more, are the real process of a wedding.

The symbolic vows that you are about to make are a way of saying to one another, “You know all those things that we’ve promised, and hoped, and dreamed – well, I meant it all, every word.”

Look at one another and remember this moment in time. Before this moment you have been many things to one another – acquaintance, friend, companion, lover, dancing partner, even teacher, for you have learned much from one another these past few years. Shortly you shall say a few words that will take you across a threshold of life, and things between you will never quite be the same.

For after today you shall say to the world – This is my husband. This is my wife.”

Do you, Hanna, take this man as your husband for as long as you both shall live?  Will you love, honour, comfort, and cherish him from this day forward, forsaking all others as long as you both shall live?

-I do.

Do you, Nathan, take this woman as your wife for as long as you both shall live?  Will you love, honour, comfort, and cherish her from this day forward, forsaking all others as long as you both shall live?

-I do.

i carry your heart by ee cummings  (Hanna to Nathan)

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                    i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant 

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Sonnet LXIX by Pablo Neruda  (Nathan to Hanna)

Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence,

without you moving, slicing the noon

like a blue flower, without you walking

later through the fog and the cobbles,

without the light you carry in your hand,

golden, which maybe others will not see,

which maybe no one knew was growing

like the red beginnings of a rose.

In short, without your presence: without your coming

suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,

gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:

since then I am because you are,

since then you are, I am, we are,

and through love I will be, you will be, we’ll be.

Repeat after me:

I, Nathan, take you Hanna, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, honour, and cherish, 'til death do us part.

-Response

I, Hanna, take you, Nathan, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, honour, and cherish, 'til death do us part.

-Response

No one but you can declare yourselves married. You have begun it here today in speaking your vows before family and friends and you will do it again in the days and years to come, standing by each other, sharing all the sweet and the bitter of life. Each tender act, each loving word will be the declaration of what was made here today.

These rings are a reminder and a celebration of the promises you have made today and in exchanging these bands you knit your two lives together as one.

Please repeat after me, these words: 

(Nathan)

Accept this ring as a symbol of all the things I find difficult to say: how much I love you and how happy I am to have you in my life, my best friend, my wife.

(Hanna)

Accept this ring as a symbol of all the things that fill my heart: how much I love you and how happy I am to have you in my life, my best friend, my husband.

I give it a month before he loses it.

Epithelium by Aonghas MacNeacail (Shirley read)

This is your new garden, a whole wide
World of it, so green and songbird fresh
All yours to map and fill with luminous
Constellations of fruit and berry blossoms


This is your new garden, tend it as if
All the young shoots that promise
A succulent harvest of root and ear
Will be young and tender for all time


This is your garden, there will always be
Much hoeing and raking, the clearing
of weeds and sowing of seeds will ask
patience, attention, forgiving laughter


this is the garden you will want to live in, it’s not
all sunshine – there’s moonshine too, all earth
needs storms, but when the dark clouds peel back,
see your garden bloom into a universe of stars.

We have all gathered here and witnessed the celebration of love that Nathan and Hanna have shown and the commitment that they have made to each other. This marriage is not an end, nor is it a beginning, but rather it is an important step along a path which continues into the future, and it is a step which Nathan and Hanna  are taking with a clear understanding of the commitment and resolution that the path requires and with confidence, trust and love.

from "Song of the Open Road" by Walt Whitman (Jessica read)

Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose…
Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love, more precious than money,
I give you myself, before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

May your intention and your commitment to each other remain strong and may the foundation of your relationship be love and the best interests of each other.
 
Gaelic Wedding Blessing (Mom read)
May God be with you and bless you.
May you see your children’s children.
May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.

Walk gently through the world together and know its wonders for all the days of your lives. Go forward in your life together with the good wishes of those who love you. Remember this day, those who came to wish you well, the words you have spoken, the emotions you feel and the love you have declared. And above all, be happy.

By authority granted by the State of New York I now pronounce you, husband and wife.

You may kiss your bride.

Lovely.  This makes New York City feel like Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood.


The Sandpit from Sam O'Hare on Vimeo.

I hope someone will do one for Chicago.

Fantastical Hobbies

Can you imagine the patience this hobby requires?

 This carpenter creates miniature sculptures on the tips of pencils.   

Dalton Ghetti uses a razor blade, sewing needle, and sculpting knife, but never a magnifying glass, to make these incredible carvings that he just gives away to his friends.







More pictures (and complete story) at Accidental Mysteries

How to Deal

When the Number of Men Who Have Hit on Your Fiance Surpasses

the Number of Men Who Have Hit on You

1)  Stomp your foot and announce that your cute ass is wasted on this neighborhood.

2)  Contemplate his cute ass and determine that at least the attention is justified.

3)  Encourage him to obtain his clothes from bus stops, gutters, and lost and found boxes.

4)  Determine that you will purchase all his clothes one size larger from now on.  This has been proven effective in preventing attention in countless Lifetime movies and After-School Specials that I have seen.  Oh, and glasses seem to work wonders in this department as well.

5)  Take it as a supreme compliment, and feel a little sorry for the poor guy (or let's face it-guys) who realize he's going home with you.

Ever feel like just letting loose on an iPhone user?

All I can say, is "well said."  Love this channel.  They have some hilarious rants, all taken directly from real posts on YouTube and other comments sections on the internet and reenacted by hugely talented actors. 

Recent Conversation #4

Me:  So did you tell him we would love to have them over for dinner some night?
Him:  Can't be dinner.  Too late for them.
Me:  Oh yeah, well lunch then.  Or brunch sometime.
Him:  Nope, it's going to have to be lunch.  Brunch is nap time.
Me:  Ugh, when people have babies they lose all interest in anything else.
Him:  I think you have to, when the thing only sleeps occasionally....
Me:   "The thing?"  Oh we are so ready to have children right now.

I Feel Silly about This

I can't decide my reason for listening to Thinking of You over and over.  Is it truly a good song (pretty sure it is) or do I just like picturing the talented actor/singer, Christian Kane, who sings it (definitely!)?  I really can't decide (it's more likely an awkward mixture of both of these reasons).

I feel silly about it because I have a love for him that I worry may be bordering on obsession.  I formed the attachment back when I was laid off, and I DVR'd Angel every day for three months until I had watched every episode (Pathetic maybe, but I was unemployed; pathetic was my goal, my temporary career plan for those three months), but now I love him even more as a result of Leverage.  I don't feel silly about encouraging you to watch the show yourself.  It's fun to watch, and I can even convince Nathan to stick around for a full episode, which is rare.

If I find a fellow watcher, I get a little too excited talking about it, and have to mentally rein myself in.  There are only a few shows like that for me, but this is certainly one.  Anyone else have this affliction?

I Want This Wednesday

I really really want an apple picking ladder.  That seems crazy, I know.  In fact, I admit that I have no idea what I would do with it.  Actually, it's more like I have too many ideas about what I could do with it.

I love the idea of using one as a shelf just about as much as I would love to have it in our guest bathroom holding hand towels.  I can also see using two of them on either side with shelves in between the rungs to create a little waist high bookcase or even a three shelf version to go under a window.  I could use one as a table top, covering it with glass and attaching legs, or I could use the ladders as the legs and find an old door for the table top.

Ahhh, so many options, such a ridiculous wish for now.  Can you imagine the shipping fee to send a LADDER from Virginia to Chicago?  Maybe I'll scout the tri-state area for orchards with old ladders they might be willing to sell.  Next summer though.  I've got a bit on my plate for now.