true.
monday morning ughpdate.
1. i am writing my fourth paper in a week. FOURTH. are you getting tired of reading that i’m writing a paper? because i’m sure tired of typing it.
2. i thought i had only 3 weeks left of this semester, but it’s really 4. it is just at that point in time where i need a break.
3. with the sun going down earlier along with my days filling up quicker, the boy and i are finding that it will be about 6:30 in the evening, and we both are ready to go to bed. we’ve eaten dinner, we’ve watched some tv, chatted, and our internal clocks think it is about 10. then we look at the clock and declare ourselves really really old. what’s with that?
4. i am writing this from the aisle of computers in the library packed between the federal registers (government) and US forest service manuals. the keyboard is very clicky-clacky.
5. brought chinese food over a few times to tucker, julie and the kids this weekend – impromptu visits are some of my favorite things, especially with my brother’s family.
6. we saw the movie rachel getting married this weekend. it was definitely unusual, kind of like a character study, and shot with hand-held cameras, which was at first a very nauseating choice, but then made sense once the movie unfolded. there is no way i could possibly recap what the story is about, but there is a wedding (rachel’s, as the title indicates) and, although incredibly unusual, the wedding is remarkably warm and vibrant. this is what i liked most about the movie. that, and that the wedding vows were short and genuine, included a neil young song, and that the bride and groom thanked each other for marrying them.
7. auntie pasta is the name of the dish at shuga’s, lest we think i don’t know how to say antipasta.
8. never did get around to listening to the first song of songs sermon from mars hill, but the boy was referencing something in one of them, and it struck me as fairly significant and something i had literally never heard before. this is why i am spoiled by my seattle church. anyway, i’m very excited to listen to them together.
9. i get my new (old) desktop in the next week, and i’m very excited. excited about organization and being able to post music on here. i’d explain how all of that goes together, but i just can’t be bothered right now.
10. my brain is very very fuzzy right now.
unremarkably,
sara
sunday morning.
i think that at 27, it sounds really ridiculous to say the word “boyfriend”. calling him the boy started at the very very beginning of what would become a relationship, when it seemed so implausible and new that i determined he hadn’t earned a name yet. he went into my cell phone as the boy, and was discussed with everyone else as the boy. and, a year and a half later, it’s still there. i mean, he has well earned a name, for sure, but i am still referred to as the girl.
but, introducing him to new people in this town, i can’t really say that he is the boy. however, when i introduce him as my boyfriend, i feel like i am about 17 years old again. this apparently is mentioned in the sex and the city movie, where carrie says she could introduce her boyfriend as her man-friend, to which he replies that that makes him sound like a dog.
so i’m stuck. not the boy, not the boyfriend, not the man-friend. we need a new word. we had a similar problem earlier in the relationship, surrounding the word ‘love’. we were careful not to bandy it around, but it got pretty ridiculous to keep saying “i like you enormously”. we needed a new word.
we never found it. so, after awhile, he blurted it out in dramatic fashion right before i got in the car to leave, a four and a half hour drive home.
and i, of the expansive vocabulary, am at a loss for what this new word would be.
why am i telling you this?
because right now, he is in the kitchen making me pancakes on this sunday morning, and we are about to listen to the mars hill sermon on podcast, and drink orange juice on the couch. last night we went to see a strange but perfectly appropriate for our mood movie, and then for the auntie pasta and hot drinks at shuga’s until late.
i really love my boyfriend.
and when this feeling seeps over you, in palpable waves on a november sunday morning, you should say it.
but i need a new word.
the rest of the blog will be centaur questions.
the rest of this blog will consist of centaur questions.
okay, not really. it’s a favorite skit of mine from saturday night live. and it was what came to mind when i thought about what i was going to say next: being that i have a new nephew, and am totally worn out from school and the writing of the aforementioned three papers, the rest of the blog forever today will most likely be baby pictures.
will return to normal blogging, after the babypalooza.
but he is very dashing, that kid.
[click on the pictures to make them larger.]
baby thomas.
my first nephew was born this morning. i have no information, because it just happened he is 8 pounds 8 ounces, and 20 inches long. i’ve been getting excitable text messages from my brother at 3am. [it’s now 3:45am]
but you can tell he is already incredibly handsome, intelligent and fantastic. right?
thomas heber wannamaker VI
he, lucky boy, gets the family name, passed down to him from my brother, and dad, and grandfather. the funniest thing about it is that my dad’s name is Thomas the 4th, who we call Tom. He married my mother, whose given name is Tommie, who my grandmother called Tommie Lynn because when my grandfather was still alive, they called him Tom and my dad Tommy. When my brother was born, they ran out of things Tom-related to call him, so he was called Tommy-Tucker (a kids book or cartoon character or something of tha time), which was shortened to Tucker.
Are you keeping this straight?
So now, we have:
Tom – my dad
Tommie – my mom
Tucker – my brother
Thomas – my nephew
although, julie and tucker think this name might be a little formal for him, and were auditioning nicknames prior to his birth. nothing really sounded good (thor? toben? i think not).
anyway, he’s the sixth thomas, but the first boy, and we are all so happy.
mazel tov.
putting the “prod” in productivity.
this could be an answer to my writing hell process, at least for the first draft.
“Write or Die is a web application that encourages writing by punishing the tendency to avoid writing. Start typing in the box. As long as you keep typing, you’re fine, but once you stop typing, you have a grace period of a certain number of seconds and then there are consequences… because [and here is the nugget of truth here]:
‘A tangible consequence is more effective than an intangible reward.
interesting. i think it would only work for me in kamikaze mode, and then i would just get irritated and write somewhere else. because my procrastination genius knows no bounds. besides, a very stern “dear!” that i get from the boy tends to work just as well.
side note: if you need more proof of my procrastination problem, know that i have a paper due in an hour, as i write this.
lust list: fashion
very different, and i’m thinking you could only really wear this with a basic outfit.
super-affordable, and awesome.
to quote my niece, OMG.
i have long since been a fan of wellington boots, and own several pairs. my biggest complaint, however, is that in the winter, when i wear these most, my feet freeze! wellingtons are not insulated, and no matter how thick of socks i wear, it doesn’t help.
sheep. skinned. lined. wellies. O.M.G.
i freaked when i saw they were $200, until i realized that was australian dollars. so, $132. and free shipping worldwide. i would like them in lemon tea or in the rider model, rather than this pattern.
obsessed.
ahhhh!
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as real as it gets.
disparity.
how i would like for my life to be organized:
how my life is organized currently:
interpret as you will.
sara, darling. 