Tuesday, June 30, 2009

packing day

I’m hiding in my room.  All I hear is the ripping of masking tape and unfolding of boxes.  2 very nice men are putting everything we own into boxes.

Did I put everything I need out of the way?  Did I pack enough of my own things?  Have I done enough?  Was last night really the last night sleeping in my house, or are they going to leave the beds put together so I can sleep here one more time?

I want to throw up.

You can’t imagine how many people have come to help, comfort, and play.  WonderToddler has been in heaven.  I am shocked - SHOCKED at how many friends we have.  And I’m even more shocked we’re leaving them.  My stupid, perfect life.  Just when I’m about to give birth and need some serious help, I am leaving.

You can click here on my in-law’s blog to see the MASSIVE amount of work that went into the house.  THe only credit I can take is that I kept WT from serious injury playing with all the power tools lying around.


Friday, June 26, 2009


There are over 625 new entries for me to read in my Google Reader.  I apologize for not reading and commenting - I miss you all like a fiend.

Tuesday, the movers are packing us.  Wednesday, they are moving us.  Monday a photo crew is coming to take pictures for the realtor so I have to try and make the house look neat.  Our house is still incomplete so hoards of friends are still joining us every day to paint, spackle, pack, varnish, tile, plant, blah de blah.  My house looks delightful, now that we’re leaving it.  Did I mention we moved the front door down a floor, tore out all the bushes and made a new room and made a stone walkway and painted everything??

I had an ultrashound yesterday because the doc was afraid the baby was measuring small - turns out, I’m small, but the baby is smack dab in the 50th percentile at 4 lbs.  I was afraid I haven’t been eating well enough and the baby was going to be unhealthy, but the doc said “Have you ever heard of a parasite?  He’s getting what he needs - YOU are going to get oseoperosis because of what he’s taking, but HE’LL be fine.” 

I so cannot wait for a hoverround chair.

In other news, the word is SH will be travelling extensively for his job as soon as we get there, so I’ll be stuck 8-9 months pregnant in Wisconsin with nothing to do but try to find somewhere to live and maybe find some fun for the 2 year old… suggestions?

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Saturday, June 20, 2009


So, he signed the contract. My house has been torn up to try and make it attractive to potential buyers and I am trying to keep my confused WonderToddler happy while I wait out all the construction at my in-law’s house.

Lots of tears. Lots and lots of tears. I haven’t wanted to tell everyone I needed because I kept hoping there was another option - another possibility - but last week a few more friends got laid off and I knew SexyHusband getting this job was a miracle I couldn’t deny, not matter how much I don’t want to move. To Wisconsin. Oh, and yes - the cheese was unbelievable amazing. But that’s not the point. The point is someone that needed to know found out before I got up the courage to tell them, and I’ve added another person to my list of “People That Hate My Guts.” That list is remarkably long, actually.

I’m overwhelmed. But more than that, I’m overwhelmed by the 30+ people from church that showed up this weekend to paint, spackle, construct, etc., even just to stop by and give me a hug. In the middle of this whole mess. I’m reminded of how thankful I need to be for people who are willing to serve and help. cry with me and even just smile and say “it’s okay - I understand.”

I really am a very lucky person.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

I need to keep this perspective. Moving to the middle of nowhere is not forever, but being with SH is. As long as I have him with me, things should be okay.


Etsy - Letterpress Mini Poster by rollandtumblepress

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Saw this place today in the cultural black hole known as the Wis Dells. Speechless.

Headed to Wisconsin today. Don’t have a plan or a schedule - just 24 hours to see this strange place we might be moving to. Terrified? Just a little. But I have to keep reminding myself “it’s a job - he got a job - it’s a miracle he even got a job in this market.”

At least there’s cheese.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Tres de Solei, 2009.

We played - rave reviews, CDs were sold, and I got to do what I dreamed of since I was a little girl - stand up there, play my fiddle and sing (backup, but it’s still a dream).  I choked up during the last song to think this might be my last shot at my wee dream.

It was awesome.

Friday, June 12, 2009

I’m up on the north Georgia mountains playing a Scottish festival with my trio. Boy howdy am I loving this break from reality. I am trying to be supportive and super mom, but I keep getting my head bitten off by both parties so I must not be doing a very good job.

But tonight when we played at the ceildhli, I did a good job at that. Heck, when they announced us, they called us the group that “blew everyone away last year” - and then we did it again :). Ug, and this thing I’m good at is the thing I’m giving up.

Okay, must put happy face back on. North Georgia Scottish festival - get ready to rock!

Thursday, June 11, 2009


We’re headed to Wisconsin next week to check it out.  The offer has come in, the relocation package is generous, and the phone still is not ringing from here, so all signs point to us needing to take the job.

Selling the house… does anyone see that happening?  Prepare WT for a move away from her family and friends?  Prepare ME?  Find somewhere to live?  Find a new doctor and hospital seeing as I’m 2 months away from being a mom squared?  And packing… holy snap.  I know SH getting a job in this market is miracle and I’m so intensely grateful.  But I’m going to need a miracle to get through this.

Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

(via realreason

Art of the Bluff

(via ooliquidnightoo

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

(The most awesome) Self-Portrait (of all time), Joseph Ducreux, 1793 

I checked this out.  Yup, it was actually painted in 1793.  It makes me happy to be alive.  Heeeyyyyyyyy!

(via piquant:aquabooks:sarahbelfort)

While on a plane to Buffalo for a job interview today, it occured to SexyHusband that Niagra Falls is right next door, and shazaam, he hopped in his rental car and this picture shows up on his fb page.  Too cool.

We’re still deciding on the Wisconsin job.  We’re actually heading up there next week to see if I can fathom living that far from civilization.  The town is 3x smaller than our small town in Brasil.

Can beggars really be choosers right now?  SH did bring me some 12 year old extraextraextraextra sharp cheese from his last trip up north - 20 bucks a pound.  It was so painfully delicious.  Like I was getting punched in the face with flavor.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

25 And Over

 Found this from tomatonation via cakeface.  I’m close to 30 and I feeling the pinch, and even though it’s long, there are some awesome points made.  Some don’t apply to me, some I don’t agree with, but it makes a crackload of sense.  Enjoy!

If you have reached the age of 25, I have a bit of bad news for you, to wit: it is time, if you have not already done so, for you to emerge from your cocoon of post-adolescent dithering and self-absorption and join the rest of us in the world. Past the quarter-century mark, you see, certain actions, attitudes, and behaviors will simply no longer do, and while it might seem unpleasant to feign a maturity and solicitousness towards others that you may not genuinely feel, it is not only appreciated by others but necessary for your continued survival. Continuing to insist past that point that good manners, thoughtfulness, and grooming oppress you in some way is inappropriate and irritating.

Grow up.

And when I instruct you to grow up, I do not mean that you must read up on mortgage rates, put aside candy necklaces, or desist from substituting the word “poo” for crucial syllables of movie titles. Silliness is not only still permitted but actively encouraged. You must, however, stop viewing carelessness, tardiness, helplessness, or any other quality better suited to a child as either charming or somehow beyond your control. A certain grace period for the development of basic consideration and self-sufficiency is assumed, but once you have turned 25, the grace period is over, and starring in a film in your head in which you walk the earth alone is no longer considered a valid lifestyle choice, but rather grounds for exclusion from social occasions.

And now, for those of you who might have misplaced them, marching orders for everyone born before 1980.

1. Remember to write thank-you notes. If you do not know when a thank-you note is appropriate, consult an etiquette book — the older and more hidebound the book, the better. When in doubt, write one anyway; better to err on the side of formality. An email is not sufficient thanks for a physical gift. Purchase stationery and stamps, set aside five minutes, and express your gratitude in writing. Failure to do so implies that you don’t care. This implication is a memorable one. Enough said.

2. Do not invite yourself to stay with friends when you travel anymore. Presumably you have a job, and the means to procure yourself a hotel. If so, do so. If not, stay home. Mentioning that you plan a visit to another city may lead to an invitation to stay with a friend or family member, which you may of course accept; assuming that “it’s cool if you crash” is not. Wait for the invitation; if it is not forthcoming, this is what we call “a hint,” and you should take it and make other arrangements.

3. Do not expect friends to help you move anymore. You may ask for help; you may not expect it, particularly if your move date is on a weekday. Your friends have jobs to go to, and you have accumulated a lot of heavy books by this point in your life. Hire a mover. If you cannot afford a mover, sell your books or put them in storage — or don’t move, but one way or another, you will have to cope.

4. Develop a physical awareness of your surroundings. As children, we live in our own heads, bonking into things, gnawing on twigs, emitting random squawks because we don’t know how to talk yet. Then, we enter nursery school. You, having graduated college or reached a similar age to that of the college graduate, need to learn to sense others and get out of their way. Walk single file. Don’t blather loudly in public spaces. Give up your seat to those with disabilities or who are struggling with small children. Take your headphones off while interacting with clerks and passersby. Do not walk along and then stop suddenly. It is not just you on the street; account for that fact.

5. Be on time. The occasional public-transit snafu is forgivable, but consistent lateness is rude, annoying, and self-centered. If we didn’t care when you showed up, we’d have said “any old time”; if we said seven, get there at seven or within fifteen minutes. Do not ditz that you “lost track of time” as though time somehow slipped its leash and ran into traffic. It shows a basic lack of respect for others; flakiness is not cute anymore, primarily because it never was. Buy a watch, wind it up, and wear it everywhere you go.

6. Have enough money. I do not mean “give up your scholarly dreams and join the world of corporate finance in order to keep up with the Joneses.” I mean that you should not become that girl or boy who is always a few dollars short, can only cover exactly his or her meal but no tip, or “forgot” to go to the ATM. Go to the ATM first, don’t order things you can’t afford, and…

7. Know how to calculate the tip. Ten percent of the total; double it; done. You did not have to major in math to know how this works. You are not dumb, but your Barbie-math-is-hard flailing is agonizing and has outstayed its welcome. Ten percent times two. Learn it.

8. Do not share the crazy dream you had last night with anyone but your mental wellness professional. Nobody cares. People who starred in the dream may care, but confine your synopsis to ten words or fewer.

9. Learn to walk in heels. Gentlemen, you are at your leisure. Ladies: If you wear heels, know how to operate them. Clomping along and placing your foot down flat with each step gives the appearance of a ten-year-old playing dress-up, but a pair of heels is like a bicycle — you need momentum to stay up. Come down on the heel and carry forward through the toe, using your regular stride. If you feel wobbly, keep practicing, or get a pair that’s better suited to your style of walking. It isn’t a once-a-year prom thing anymore for a lot of you, so please learn to walk in them.

10. Have at least one good dress-up outfit. A dress code, or suggested attire on an invitation, is not an instrument of The Man. Own one nice dress, or one reasonable suit, or one sharp pair of pants and chic sweater — something you can clean up nice in for a wedding or a semi-formal dinner. You don’t have to like it, but if the invitation requests it, put it on. Every night can’t be poker night. Which reminds me…

11. Do as invitations ask you. Don’t bring a guest when no such courtesy is extended. Don’t blow off an RSVP; it means “please respond,” and you should. “Regrets only” means you only answer if you can’t come. If the party starts at eight, show up at eight — not at seven-thirty so you can go a “better” party later, not at eleven when dinner is cold. Eight. Cocktail parties allow for leeway, of course, but pay attention and read instructions; your host furnished the details for a reason.

12. Know how. Know how to drive. Know how to read a map. Know how to get around. Know how to change a tire, or whom to call if you can’t manage it, or how to get to a phone if you don’t have a cell phone. We will happily bail you out, until it becomes apparent that it’s what you always need. The possibility of a fingernail breaking or a hairstyle becoming compromised is not grounds for purposeful helplessness.

13. Don’t use your friends. It’s soulless. It’s also obvious. If the only reason you continue to associate with a person is to borrow his or her car, might I remind you that you have now turned 25 and may rent your own.

14. Have something to talk about besides college or your job. College is over. The war stories have their amusements, but not over and over and not at every gathering. Get a library card, go to the movies, participate in the world. Working is not living. Be interested so that you can be interesting.

15. Give and receive favors graciously. If you have agreed to do a favor, you may not 1) remind the favoree ceaselessly about how great a pain it is for you, or 2) half-ass it because the favoree “owes you.” It is a favor; it is not required, and if you cannot do it, say so. If you can do it, pretend that nobody is watching, do it as best you can, and let that be the end of it. Conversely, if you ask for a favor and the askee cannot do it, do not get snappish. You can manage.

16. Drinking until you throw up is no longer properly a point of pride. It happens to the best of us, but be properly ashamed the next day; work on your tolerance, or eat something first, but amateur hour ended several years hence.

17. Have a real trash receptacle, real Kleenex, and, if you smoke, a real ashtray. No loose bags on the floor; no using a roll of toilet paper; no plates or empty soda cans. You are not a fierce warrior nomad of the Fratty Bubelatty tribe. Buy a wastebasket and grown-up paper products.

18. Universal quiet hours do in fact apply to you. They are, generally, as follows — midnight to six AM on weekdays, 2 AM to 8 AM on weekends. Mine is a fairly generous interpretation, by the by, so bass practice should conclude, not start, at ten PM. Understand also that just because nobody has complained directly to you does not mean that a complaint is not justified, or pending. Further, get your speakers off the floor. Yes, “now.” Yes, a rug is still “the floor.”

19. Take care of yourself. If you are sick, visit a doctor. If you are sad, visit a shrink or talk to a friend. If you are unhappy in love, break up. If you are fed up with how you look, buy a new shirt or stop eating cheese. If you have a problem, try to fix it. Many problems are knotty and need a lot of talking through, or time to resolve, but after a few months of all complaining and no fixing, those around you will begin to wonder if you don’t enjoy the problems for the attention they bring you. Venting is fine; inertia coupled with pouting is not. Bored? Read a magazine. Mad at someone? Say so — to them. Change is hard; that’s too bad. Effort counts. Make one. Your mommy’s shift is over.

20. Rudeness is not a signifier of your importance. Rudeness is a signifier of itself, nothing more. We all have bad days; yours is not weightier than anyone else’s, comparatively, and does not excuse displays of poor breeding. Be civil or be elsewhere.

Monday, June 1, 2009

For the 42nd anniversary of the relesase of the Beatles “St. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band,” a local radio station played the album in its entirety today.  I missed most of it, but am placated by the fact that I own the album and have listened to it already about 672 million times.

I’d post a favorite song from it, but my copy is in the basement and I’m too tired to make the trip.  Have you seen how vertical our house is?!  Also, I have no idea which one I’d choose as my favorite - it was “Strawberry Fields” when I was younger, and there’s always “Lovely Rita,” and the reprise of the main theme is so ahead of its time and killer - although I’m getting really partial to “When I’m 64” as I’m getting ever closer to that magical age. 

Do you have a favorite cut?

1. Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band 2. With a Little Help from My Friends 3. Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds 4. Getting Better 5. Fixing a Hole 6. She’s Leaving Home 7. Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite! 8. Within You Without You 9. When I’m Sixty-Four 10. Lovely Rita 11. Good Morning Good Morning 12. Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (Reprise) 13. Day in the Life


HEAR YE. I need to document the fact that I ran 3 miles and didn't feel like death.  So just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, I did...