eleneariel: (Roses)
I cooked most of the weekend (banana & blood orange crepes, cheesecake, caramel sauce [no recipe required], some killer mashed potatoes and even more killer black pepper gravy [there is an ART to gravy, you see], french puffs [twice] and other stuff that I have forgotten, because it has been consumed and is long gone) but really all I want to do is go out and make more noms. But then I would need someone to eat them, for I'm neither hungry nor needful of the calories.

My mother's birthday is today, and I overheard her telling her brother she figures that maybe now it's time to be a grown up. Then later we decided that nah, neither of us would ever grow up. It's more fun to stay perpetually 21. And Younger Brother is 20 as of tomorrow. How did THAT happen?

Note: Even though the clocks went ahead an hour, I feel like it's later than it is. It's only 8:30 but I feel like it should be bedtime.

Mom, Dad and I finished Cranford this afternoon. We agreed that entirely too many people died. I LOVED it, and I never want to see it again. So is the general consensus that Mary  ends up with the spectacle-doctor? Perhaps this is addressed in Return to Cranford?

I keep trying for weeks to read fewer than 8 books at once (and I've finished 8 this month already), but it keeps not happening.

Have I mentioned: RENFAIRES!!!! Less than a month away. So happy. So many plans.

Ha! It just started raining, big plump pattering drops. This, I think, is my cue to crawl in bed with some of those 8 books.
eleneariel: (Twilight: unexpected Edward is unexpecte)
"We have this cat, see, who has special powers. If you set a wrapped gift in front of him, he'll sniff it and tell you what's inside."

"Yeah, he taps out what it is in morse code. Tap tap tap-tap-tap."

"B-L-A-C-K-P-O -- BLACK POWDER?!"

"Call the fire trucks!"
eleneariel: (women are scary)
1. Listening to my younger brother ... sing bass.
2. I have a new culinary specialty: Ginger Pear Jam. (Simmer equal amounts of grated pear and sugar with a bit of grated fresh ginger and a hint of allspice until translucent golden brown and somewhat reduced. Dynamite, as Ms. Kasper would say.)
3. [livejournal.com profile] aftondays is hosting another photography contest. The theme this time is "Orange" - Unless I change my mind, I already have my picture. :)
4. Some prayers were answered this weekend, and it leaves me hopeful that the rest may be soon.
5. I have a new hat:



yummy

Jul. 19th, 2008 12:17 pm
eleneariel: (coffee: the only way to go)
Today we discovered that all of grandma's salt shakers are full of powdered laundry soap. 
eleneariel: (i wrote a book)

Here's something you may not know about me: I have eleven notebooks (and counting) full of quotations. Many years ago I inherited a handwritten notebook of quotations that my great aunt had made for my grandmother, the best of what she had gleaned from her favorite books. I had always liked to copy down my favorite passages from books so that I could reread them again and again, and from that point on I started writing them down in notebooks that I decorated myself. As I read books or magazine articles -- or anything, really -- I write down the passages that strike me as funny, or wise, or just well-worded. I have snatches of poetry, palendromes, puns, and tongue-twisters. Sometimes I clip cartoons and paste them in. Sometimes I even quote some of you, my friends list. 

I like these quotes, and I copied each one down for a reason. I've often thought about ending some of my posts with one from my notebooks, but it takes me too long to go through and select the brightest and the best, one that people will "get" and enjoy. Each one has a meaning to me, but they must look like an assortment of gibberish to others.  

So I finally thought -- every so often, why not just select one at random? I may not keep it up, but it sounds like fun for now. I like an excuse to open my notebooks and I like the thrill of wondering what random bit will surface first. I like sharing things that mean something to me. 

Commence random opening of notebook #11:

"Just remember: in a crisis like this, we must never forget our patron."
"Not that our patron would ever let us," George Melville muttered.
                             
Miss Zukas and the Library Murders by Jo Dereske




eleneariel: (blue me)

"There .. was .. a .. mighty ..." storm. I had to crawl along at 30 MPH most of the way home, but just as I was deciding to pull over and wait for the rain to abate before starting up into the hills towards home, it let up and I was able to make it in time for dinner after all. 

Later I looked outside to find that the sky had turned a brilliant shade of tangerine. I took pictures, but I'm too lazy to post any tonight.

I am happy to report that my imaginative life is alive and well. In fact, I bet my imaginary world is better that your imaginary world! I should start writing again. I've let that slip. 

I'm so happy to see so many of my friends in relationships, and married, and about to be married, and engaged, and with someone they love ... I know sometimes there's the worry that your single friends are sick of hearing about your love, but let me tell you: I'm not. It's a beautiful thing, and it makes me so happy to see my friends happy. :) 

Anyone know of  a good way to rid a cat of fleas? They are stubborn little buggers. I've resorted to frequent baths, which we all hate. It kills me to see him looking like a drowned otter, but it's that or mom threatens to kick him out. Well, probably not really, but she's being very generous to even let him be an inside cat at all, the darling creature, as she's really not a pet person at all. 

How can you not be a pet person?!

I found a new drink obsession today: Dole's fruit sparklers. They're not full of sugar, taste good, and have at least a bit of nutritional value, especially compared to the super-sweet caramel latte I thought I wanted. 

Goodness gracious, look at the time. This girl has got to go accomplish something in life!

Edit: I just decided that I hate this icon. That's all.

eleneariel: (godfather)
Tomorrow will see my mother and I alone at home for a stretch of several hours. This happens only infrequently, so we decided that a movie would be in order, as we both have sewing projects that are best accomplished with a bit of visual distraction. 

"Would you be shocked if I wanted to watch the Godfather?" she said.

I was. And very, very happy.

***

Back story: My mother has long viewed my mafia/godfather interests with, if not exactly suspicion, at least the opinion that they were far from anything that would ever interest her. I certainly don't require that my friends-and-relations be interested in everything that I am interested in, but I'm always sad when there's something I can't share. The thought of sharing my beloved movie with my beloved mother, of her own free will, is quite enough to make me a very contented and happy daughter.

Also, can I say once more how thrilled I am to know that I am my mother's friend and she is mine? I am so blessed. Even if she's only just now warming up to my mafia obsession. *giggle* She's a wonderful friend, indeed she is.
eleneariel: (get fuzzy - groovitude)

So apparently when my grandmother fell down the ravine Saturday, she broke one of her arm bones at the wrist. We finally insisted she go to the doctor; she was quite convinced that her arm was just fine, thank you very much. Nothing wong with her, no sir.

Oh, and she's refusing to keep it in the sling, too. Lovely. 

And in other news, a day that started out quite dismally has improved in the most dramatic of ways. Our God is a God of miracles! 



eleneariel: (nobody's baby)

Life is good.

I can't believe I am being such a social bee as to have four consecutive weekends completely booked up. This is completely unlike me! But what lovely things they are full of. 

Today is my oldest younger brother's birthday. I cannot believe he is 16. That's crazy! Handy, though, because he's grown into quite the mechanic. I was all ready to take my car down to the shop to get it worked on before my little road trip, and he said, "Oh, I can fix that." And he did, just like that.

Tomorrow I'm working from 10:00am - 9:00pm. Combined with my Saturday hours, that will leave me with exactly 2 1/2 to work Friday. Sweet. :)

eleneariel: (green room)
When I was six, my dad and I memorized "Paul Revere's Ride." I can still quote large chunks of it, and oh, it brings back such good memories.

But on the occasion of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's 200th birthday, I offer this:

A Psalm Of Life

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.


Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Here I depart, then, to be up and doing. Carpe diem!
eleneariel: (fashion)
Last night we held our First Annual UnSuperbowl Party. I made two pans of Marie's Special Pizza, intending to have plenty of leftovers to take for my supper today ... and we ate it all.  I should say, the boys ate it all. That's the first time that's happened. I guess it's a sure sign they're in the teenage years.

I also made Banana Galettes, which Hannah decried with loud choruses of  "ewwwww!" but were really, really excellent. We ate all of those, too. I mean, they're drenched in caramel sauce and butter. What's not to like? 

(At the Unsuperbowl Party we watched some Dukes of Hazzard episodes. It's the newest family obsession. :))

Sunday's sermon: a timely reminder that the Christian life is a joyful life. I wonder why I couldn't have heard it a few weeks ago, when I needed the reminder, but it was a wonderful reinforcement to my recent thoughts. And oh, there was such joy at the end of the service as we watched a certain baptism. I think there were maybe ten people in the entire room who weren't crying. 

And yes, I wore the hat. When I put it on in the morning I felt a dreadful sinking in my stomach as I realized I felt like I was putting on a costume .... I feel dorky in this hat! But I persevered, and held my head up high and determined that I would wear that hat. And I did. Mom said, "You'll stick out like a sore thumb" and dad said, "No, like a black hat. Do you mind?" And I said, "Who are you kidding -- you raised me!" 

Honestly, with the exception of a Christian heritage, I think one of the best things my parents have given me is the ability to not mind being different.


the lady is mysterious in a black hat
the lady is mysterious in a black hat
(It's too bad that it's black and so you can't see all the pretty little details!)

PS: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows will not be released in e-book form because Rowling  wants the readers to, y'know, have the experience of reading the book on paper. *applauds wildly*
eleneariel: (philosophy)

Conversation last night with mum:

"You forgot to change your alarm from 5:30 to 6:30 this morning."

"Huh?"

"Your alarm. It went off at 5:30."

"Yeah, that's when I get up."

"Oh." 

"I've gotten up at the same time for a year and a half, mom." 

"Are you sure it's not 6:30?"

"Pretty darn sure, mom." 

______

Welcome and Official Greetings to one [profile] jennymae, who is utterly delightful and kindred all over!

eleneariel: (Default)

Reason #65,873,946,002 why I love my family:

The boys each received a black powder pistol last night, and a collection of 20 John Wayne movies. 

Christmas has been spent largely with the three of us snuggled on the couch, watching shoot-'em-ups and sort of casually cradling, caressing, and twirling the pistols. (Which, I assure you, are utterly harmless until such time as black powder can be purchased.)

=)

eleneariel: (ciao)

Copywrite Notice

When you write copy, you have the right to copyright the copy you write, if the copy is right. If however, your copy falls over, you must right your copy. If you write religious services you write rite, and have the right to copyright the rite you write.

Very conservative people write right copy, and have the right to copyright the right copy they write. A right wing cleric would write right rite, and has the right to copyright the right rite he has the right to write. His editor has the job of making the right rite copy right before the copyright can be right.

Should Thom Wright decide to write right rite, then Wright would write right rite, which Wright has the right to copyright. Duplicating that rite would copy Wright right rite, and violate copyright, which Wright would have the right to right. Right?
 


______

And in other news, it's a wonderful day, my phone has a new battery, my dad defended me to someone on a subject he had previously berated me on, two guys in a car with Texas plates waved wildly at me on the highway, and I need advice on how to give a cat a bath. Because I don't think it's going to be pretty.

eleneariel: (hawk from a handsaw)
Supper ended with us all sitting around the table chewing bubble gum and reading each other jokes from old Reader's Digests.

I really love my crazy family.

And this is the first time I've chewed gum in years. My jaw hurts.
eleneariel: (imagination)
[MOM and DAD walk out the door.]

[MOM pokes head back in through the doorway.]

MOM: Do you want me to call when we're on our way back?

MARI: No, that's okay, I don't plan to be doing anything bad that I need time to hide the evidence of. Not today.

[MOM leaves.]

[MOM's head reappears.]

MOM: By the way, the camper shell is for sale for $50.

MARI: If I sell it, can I keep the money?

MOM: Doubt it.

[MARI is motherly.]

MARI: Be careful! Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

MOM and DAD: *smothered laughter*

---

Why has Hagen suddenly decided that it's cool to hang out in wastebaskets?

I think it's going to be a very happy Saturday.
eleneariel: (voice of doom)

Grandma told us that Grandpa is going to die tonight. 

Sonic's chocolate cream pie shake has more calories than I often eat in a day

And tomorrow I work 7:30 am to 9:00 pm.  ..... O_O

But I'm taking all of Friday off. 

And I had a 45 minute workout after work and before church.

I am dead. 

*dead*




 

eleneariel: (us-faces)

Packed the parents and the brothers in the car and sent them on their way just a few minutes ago...

(What does a family who doesn't pray together before trips do?)

I always worry more about them when I'm not around to take care of them than I do for myself. Eh heh. Time for an ego check, I think. 

I'll miss 'em. But the wine is chilling in the fridge and I've got a stack of movies waiting. 

Menu for tonight: cream-less creamy broccoli rice soup, which I need to go start making if I wish to eat it before bedtime. Yum. Maybe tomorrow I'll break out the really big guns and whip up pork chops and stuffed mushrooms. 

(Everybody say welcome home to [personal profile] savetheolives, who is doubtless going to be very morose upon her return late tonight. Leave-taking is never easy. =\)

eleneariel: (hot dog)

Things that make me happy:
-pink silk sweaters
-best friends that get it
-being a grown up

Things that confuse me:
-people
-tax papers
-being a grown up

Things that amaze me:
-rose petals
-potatoes
-being a grown up

It's just wrong to have a younger brother--younger by seven years!--who weighs more than I do, is taller than I am, and can pick me up and carry me across the room. (Even when I'm shrieking put me down, you idiot! and hitting him over the top of the head.) I was his second mother. I changed his diapers, I fed him his first smashed peas, I held his hand when he learned to walk, I taught him to read. *scratches head* I grew up, but that doesn't mean everyone else gets to. Sheesh. 

( Mo Williams is just about the greatest picture book author/illustrator ever. )

eleneariel: (danny)
I love how crazy my family can get at points. Saturday night we ended up playing baseball in the backyard with apples. Our apple tree has way to many for us to use, and they were lying right there on the ground, and so...! It made such a satisfying sound to hit a juicy sphere and have it go SQUELSH and fly into hundreds of pieces all over the yard, spraying apple juice all over the batter and anyone else lucky (?) enough to be standing close by.

And when it was all over, our dog went and delicately began eating the pieces, lying on her back with the apple between her paws like a baby with a bottle.

I'd love to try it with oranges sometime.

In other news, the Four Day Weekend All To Myself is rapidly coming up and I am Excited. Icecream, chocolate, lots of reading, and my first experience with the Church of Christ beckon me, and I can't wait.

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