Thursday morning Mia. Monkey pajamas edition.
Every year since Dominic and I moved out of the South, we’ve ordered a cord of firewood for the winter. A cord is a lot of wood, by the way, and we manage to go through most of it by the time May rolls around. This year, of course, we’re moving at the end of December, so we ordered a half-cord, and tonight we’re burning the last of it, and I am so frackin sentimental about it.
Our tiny apartment in Omaha does not have a fireplace, and I am hoping that I’ll be so busy getting pastries from Delice and eating tuna melts at M’s Pub that I don’t notice. But the truth is that I probably will notice. One of the only bright spots about living in colder regions of the US the past several years is that we’ve always had a fireplace. I didn’t have one as a kid, and I always wanted one, so our fireplaces have filled a small, little hole in my heart. (Aw, barf).
Anyway, yay fireplaces!
Sorry to disappoint, but Delice is no longer around. Wheatfields took over that space this past summer.
Pout
Every year since Dominic and I moved out of the South, we’ve ordered a cord of firewood for the winter. A cord is a lot of wood, by the way, and we manage to go through most of it by the time May rolls around. This year, of course, we’re moving at the end of December, so we ordered a half-cord, and tonight we’re burning the last of it, and I am so frackin sentimental about it.
Our tiny apartment in Omaha does not have a fireplace, and I am hoping that I’ll be so busy getting pastries from Delice and eating tuna melts at M’s Pub that I don’t notice. But the truth is that I probably will notice. One of the only bright spots about living in colder regions of the US the past several years is that we’ve always had a fireplace. I didn’t have one as a kid, and I always wanted one, so our fireplaces have filled a small, little hole in my heart. (Aw, barf).
Anyway, yay fireplaces!
Band of Horses
“The General Specific”
For some reason, every time I listen to this song, I have elaborate fantasies of playing it with my future family band, a la The Partridge Family. Never mind the fact that I don’t play any musical instruments.
“Two Weeks”
You guys are probably already aware of this band, but because I am a total philistine, I just discovered them a few weeks ago. Anyway, Veckatimist by Grizzly Bear is the most amazeballs album I’ve bought in a long time. It’s lush, atmospheric, and just melody-driven and upbeat enough to not sound like a bunch of whiny bitches made it.
UPDATE: DAMMIT, THIS IS KATE LOGGED INTO DOMINIC’S TUMBLR ACCOUNT ON ACCIDENT. I CANNOT HANDLE A TWO TUMBLR HOUSEHOLD.
HORRORS.
I am an idiot.
When Maria visited us over Thanksgiving we went on long (for me, short for her) morning runs through sunny Boulder, and I felt GREAT, I mean I was super ENERGIZED, man. And I vowed to run earlier in the day from there on out.
The problem is that I hate running on an empty stomach, and because I am a ravenous beast in the morning, I eat a big breakfast (something unhealthy and carb-centric), and then I have to wait around for it to digest at least a little. Then I think, “Well, I might as well drink two huge-ass cups of coffee while I’m waiting, right?”
Then I check my internet stories.
And before I know it, it’s 2:00 in the afternoon, and I’m sitting on our couch, wearing a ratty gray sweatshirt and Target leggings, compulsively refreshing tumblr.
so I can go to work.
He knows how (horrifically) nervous driving in snow makes me, and he knows I usually run late, so, as per usual, he is being totally selfless and nice, making my life just a little more comfortable.
On the way to work broz. This is fucking awesome
OMG, I wish I had your optimism. Having to drive to Longmont today is giving me heart palpitations (not really—it’s an expression—OF PANIC).
(via blua)
This cat is both stripey and spotty. I cannot even begin to imagine the crazy genetically built into this cat.
Baby It’s Cold Outside!
I really love this song, and it makes me happy when I get to listen to it at Christmas. However, when you listen to the words closely it really starts to get a little weird. It gets stalkerish very quickly. Zooey Deschanel at one point actually asks the question, “Hey, what’s in this drink?” At the very least, it may be a behavior that we shouldn’t advocate, especially at Christmas.
Elf!
I am thisclose to puking from nerves (and the grossass way past overripe bananas we used).
Anyway, at least I get delicious banana bread tomorrow morning.
I created a Tumblr because I wanted to make fun of my wife for dry-heaving at the sight of the thawed bananas we used to make banana bread. She has been using frozen bananas like this since she was a child… “They were gross.”
Talkin’ smack about me already. This is our marriage from the INSIDE.
This is my first Tumblr post. Now all the world shall dance and bathe in the awesomeness that is me, or something like that.
AHAHAHAHA!
I am thisclose to puking from nerves (and the grossass way past overripe bananas we used).
Anyway, at least I get delicious banana bread tomorrow morning.
like today, when I can bring myself to grade only 4 papers, knowing that I am making things harder for myself down the road, that because I didn’t grade more today there will be a quickly compounding amount of papers to grade later.
And I feel just defeated.
But, anyway, I did do some nice things today. I made dinner and shoveled snow and did some laundry. And those things were super fun in comparison to grading. Super fun, guys.
I suppose losing Saturday to Christmas shopping and then coming home and watching The Reader was worth it, though. I really enjoyed The Reader, as much as one can enjoy a Holocaust movie, especially one that attempts to humanize a Nazi.
I cannot frickin WAIT to be on the other side of this move, guys. I can’t wait to be done grading papers, to have rewritten my critical paper, to be unpacked in our Omaha apartment, to have the luxury to watch movies and read books and get some writing done.
Tomorrow, I have six papers to grade, and I have to organize my class prep. I will make myself some coffee, ask Dominic to make me a fire, put on White Christmas, and DO IT.
