Wednesday, December 17, 2008

[108] winter

Last nite Emil and I journeyed into the city to see Andrew & Adam's band Brave Citizens at the Hawthorne Theater. It was so cold that the bands were wearing pea coats on stage, and Emil & I didn't even remove our gloves while standing in the crowd. Mind you, I use the term "crowd" loosely, as there were all of 25 or so brave souls who made the trek out of their warm homes for a nite of good music. I don't blame people for not showing. The roads were icy, the public transportation was shoddy, and by the time we parted ways with Andrew after a bite to eat at the Bagdad, it was a bone chilling 18 degrees out with a wind chill that threatened to suck the soul right out of our bodies. I have never seen Portland so completely devoid of all activity. It was like the rapture happened and Emil & I had picked the wrong side.

Anyway, as a result of my near freezing last nite, I decided to keep warm today and passed up Amos and Yarby's offer to go sledding with the Ungers, et al. Instead, I watched a couple episodes of What Not to Wear in the living room, then moved to my room where I've been watching Friday Night Lights on Netflix pretty much ever since. Not a bad way to spend a day, if you ask me. And even if you don't ask me, it's my blog, so tough.

Three days till Orange County. It's going to be so weird going from snow to SoCal. I may die of shock.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

[105] first snow

That's right. Today it snowed here in Beaverton... a lot. At least, a lot for this area. It's funny to me that everything is pretty much shut down in the greater Portland area due to the 3 or 4 inches of snow. There's no school tomorrow at all. Man, I remember times in Massachusetts when we were just short of having a blizzard and all we would get would be a 2 hour delay. So disappointing. Wimpy Oregonians. Can't take a little ice.

But anyway, it was pretty awesome watching the snow fall. By the time Emil and I got to church this morning (we walk there), our hair and pea coats were covered in snow. She'd never actually seen snow falling before. Her excitement was even more magical than when she first saw autumn leaves in October.

I'm just hoping that the snowfall will have stopped by Saturday, 'cause there's nothing I hate more than a delayed flight.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

[100] tuesdays with corri

Happy 100th day of the rest of my life! Boy oh boy, was it ever eventful!

Oh, wait. No it wasn't.

Today I worked on my website a little bit. Finally figured out how to embed my blog into it, which is a big personal victory. I also added a new section to the site entitled "obsessions." Adding these obsessions to my website inevitably led to my spending countless hours on YouTube watching videos of or pertaining to Falco, Northern Ireland, the FLDS, and Ghost Hunters, among other things.

Last nite my curiosity got the best of me and I signed up for Twitter just to figure out what exactly it is. I think I hate it. Nonetheless, if you have one, add me on it. Donna swears that I'll love it once I have a lot of people I know updating it. Without that luxury, it just seems like I'm making status updates that no one comments on.

[99] 'tis the season

Again, I'm cheating. This picture is actually day 98, not 99. But I liked it, so I'm using it. You can look at my flickr feed on the left side of the page to see today's real photo.

Christmas is almost here, and I'm not sure whether it feels like the holidays or not. Our house is nicely decorated. We have a lovely tree and various "swags" around the house that were crafted during this week's Thursday nite breakfast. The kids have been begging me to let them eat candy canes, and I've been drinking my share of peppermint hot cocoa. Still, something's not quite in place yet and I'm not sure what it is.

My suspicion is that it has something to do with there being no semester's end to indicate the upcoming season. I should be studying for finals right now and planning holiday parties in the comm. lab. It's odd that nothing's changing. It's weird be going through life the same way I have been for the past seven months rather than going through the pre-vacation scramble I'm used to.

I leave for California on the 20th. I'm excited to spend two whole weeks with the mister. We haven't spent more than four days within 900 miles of each other since July. That's dumb.

I had my interview with CSU Fullerton for grad. school and it looks like I'm in. They don't actually make their decisions till March, but seeing as the department head not only used "when" rather than "if" when talking about her sending my acceptance letter, but also offered me a job upon my arrival, I think it's a fairly safe bet. I'ma get educated. I can't wait.

Friday, November 21, 2008

[81] matching hearts

Kyo and I both wore our Threadless heart t-shirts today while chatting. It was an excellent Skype session filled with Lolcats and Wilfred Brimley "diabeetus" remixes. The one to the tune of Falco's "Amadeus" was by far my favorite. I laughed so hard I cried. And Kyo laughed my favorite laugh - the one that bursts from his open mouth like it has a mind of its own, completely beyond his control.

We're made for each other, he and I. I'm sitting here in my bed listening to Tom Waits, a shared favorite of ours, and I can't help but feel like I couldn't possibly be happier with anyone else. I've never been one to believe that there's only one possible person out there for everyone, but sometimes I think, well, maybe there was just one for me after all.

No one else makes me laugh like him. No one else keeps me engaged in conversation for as long. No one else indulges my stupid routines like watching Jeopardy (or AFV on Sundays when Jeopardy's not on) or doing the daily crossword. No one else buys roses for my single friends so they feel loved, or bakes pizza for my RA staff just because I mention they like pizza, or flies up to see me every month simply to be able to hold my hand. No one but him.

I think I'll keep him.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

[79] untitled.

I will admit I'm cheating a bit. The photo is from day 77, not 79. However, I have not uploaded day 78 to flickr, and it's too early in the day to have taken today's photo yet. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

Kyo and I decided that for our honeymoon we're going to have a grand adventure along the Oregon and California coasts. He booked the first three days at the Cannery Pier Hotel in Astoria, which is officially about fifteen times nicer than the nicest hotel I have ever stayed in. Legit. Hotels are pretty high up on the list of my favorite things in the world. Also ranking pretty high are rivers and fishing, both of which shall be part of the next leg of our honeymoon excursion. We're planning on doing some camping for a bit, and I insisted that we need to catch our own food. Decapitate it, gut it. The whole nine yards. Hardcore honeymoon.

Aside from little bits of planning like that, life is pretty uneventful. Well, that's not completely true. Dear Yarby has a boyfriend now. We give her fella, Amos, helpful hints on how to be a good significant other and on what establishments and eateries Yarby enjoys. So far, this arrangement has worked out swimmingly.

Emil, Daniel, and I went and saw Quantum of Solace, which was confusing at times, but overall a fun watch. I'd buy it. I probably will buy it.

We took this picture after the movie of us with the title character of my most anticipated movie of the holiday season: The Tale of Desperaux. Get psyched.

It's almost thanksgiving. The Macy's Parade, fragrant foods, holiday music, and a visit from my fella are just over a week away.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

[65] democracy

Wow. It's a pretty crazy day. Whatever side you lean towards, I hope that everyone can at least acknowledge the amazing lengths we've come in the past 40 years. It's incredible. For once in my life, I really feel like I CAN do anything. It's an odd feeling - a liberation from an insecurity that I'm only even aware of occasionally.

I've been watching people's Facebook statuses religiously. It's pretty entertaining. Sometimes I wonder where the crap people get their ideas from. I remember in 2004, some of my super liberal friends saying similar end-of-the-world things about Bush being elected, and while it has been rough, it hasn't been the end of our civilization as we know it. I will say now what I said then: We're not all going to Hell in a handbasket. Get a freakin' grip. Or move to (socialist) Canada as you've threatened. Let's just be real: The President does not have the ability to unilaterally change the entire political philosophy of the U.S. There are checks and balances to prevent that. Enough with the drama.

Anyway, I'm glad all this election hoopla is over and we can resume our normal lives.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

[63] in absentia

I've been shamefully lax on my blogging of late, and I apologize to any who may take offense at my neglect. It was unintentional. I'm just... absentminded. And busy.

Kyo has been here the past few days. It was glorious. I spent most of Friday throwing up while Kyo emptied my bucket and brought me countless cups of water. This is the mark of a good fiance. I may not have the kind of hair that requires literal holding back, but he at least metaphorically did so for me while I expelled what I can only assume was at least three major organs. TMI.

Anyway, once that little adventure was over, we had a fantastic time being positively lazy and deciding that neither of us really wanted to get married in Southern California, so Oregon it is. Also, we took engagement photos. They're pretty sweet. Yarby is magical.

Friday, October 24, 2008

[53] black

A friend of mine and I have been discussing Barack Obama over myspace, and today she sent me a video about Obama's citizenship. Now, I don't mean to insult her in any way because I have no problem with opposing viewpoints and our debate has nothing to do with our friendship. My problem is that I'm fed up with the blatantly racist tactic that people are using to shut down Obama. This is not a political rant. It is a rant of a mixed race woman who has rarely ever felt belittled because of her race, but suddenly feels that a formerly silent portion of the U.S. wishes her kind didn't exist.

The first sign that I wasn't going to like what this video had to say was that one of the sponsors of it was a website called Appealing to racist sentiments much? Seriously. Obama can't help his name. If he had changed his name from John Smith to Barack Hussein Obama, maybe I could see a bit of an issue. However, that's not the case. His parents named him. Deal with it.

Anyway, one of the key points that the guy in the video made was that when Obama moved to Indonesia for four years, his step-father was Muslim. Who the effing hell cares? For one thing, Obama is NOT a Muslim and never has been. Like his name, he didn't choose his father's or his stepfather's religion. Secondly, being a Muslim DOES NOT MAKE YOU A TERRORIST. In Marin County, where I spent my teen years, there were several prominent Muslim families. I took classes with them, hung out with them, played sports with them. None of them ever expressed any anti-American sentiment. And when the tragedy of September 11th occurred my sophomore year of high school, they mourned alongside the rest of us. Video I took that day confirms that, and I bet that there are many out there who would demand to see that before believing for one second that Muslim and American aren't mutually exclusive terms. Third, his stepfather's religion is completely irrelevant to the point he's supposedly trying to make. While he says he's trying to point out Obama's not a citizen, it sure sounds more like he's trying to show that Obama is a Muslim. Otherwise, why mention it? Religion has no bearing on citizenship.

The man in the video claims to be a staunch democrat, yet he praises John McCain. It'd be one thing to say, "Look, I'm not a fan of McCain but this Obama guy is off his rocker." Then I'd believe the whole non-biased angle they're trying to pull. But there IS a bias. The guy is an out-and-out McCain lover. The fact that he has to repeat several times throughout the video that he is a democrat shows that he's worried his support of McCain is utterly transparent. Why is he supporting McCain? Because Obama is a Muslim? He didn't mention any of his policies, so that's the only thing one can assume.

The man claims that Obama lost his citizenship when he moved to the Philippines and therefore cannot be president. McCain, on the other hand, was born in Panama but is eligible for presidency. Now, I know that being a military brat you're entitled to that, but that's not the point. The constitution states that you must be a "natural born citizen" of the United States. Whether the Philippines recognized Obama's U.S. citizenship or not, he was still born in the U.S. You can't be unborn from a place. I don't know what legal nonsense he's pulling up to argue that case, but it's bull. The constitution doesn't say it. Even if somehow that held any water in the original constitution, or it turns out that Obama wasn't, in fact, born in the U.S., in 1975 the constitution was amended to say that "the children of citizens of the United States that may be born beyond sea, or outside the limits of the United States, shall be considered as natural born citizens." A constitutional amendment put in place a year after McCain's birth is the only reason that he can consider himself natural born as well. The fact of the matter is that John McCain was born abroad but is white, Obama was born here but is half black and descended of a Muslim. MOST of the videos I've watched lately have emphasized more the Muslim issue than any policy issue of Obama's.

Now, keep in mind, I am not an ardent supporter of Barack Obama. I like him better than McCain, but I'm not a fan of politicians and Obama is a politician. McCain, though, has done nothing but continue stirring the pot of racial tension, knowing that it galvanizes a quietly racist community of Americans who are ignorant enough not to question the assertion that Muslim = terrorist; or even the equally false assertion that Obama = Muslim.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

[52] surgeried

First phase o' surgery: Extraction of old shotty tooth/crown, bone graft, suture mania, and the "flipper." I talk with a mega lisp with the flipper in. I sound like Homestar Runner. Upon extracting my tooth, the periodontist discovered that the crown had, in fact, cracked in half and what was left underneath was just a mound of decay. Yummy.

My former dentist owes me a bundle.

My main complaint is that I can't eat any solid foods. Eating things that simply slide down my throat is incredibly unsatisfying.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

[51] my last day with my tooth

Tomorrow the periodontist takes my tooth away and replaces it with some dead body bone and a removable substitute in preparation for my implant in a couple months. Not looking forward to this so much, but such is life. Or at least, such is MY life. Sometimes it seems pretty darn unfair. But then me and Emil spend an evening watching The Simpsons, Goosebumps, and Home Improvement after a brisk evening walk to 7eleven for Gatorade and Hostess products, and I know that things could be worse. At times, I have it damn good.

I updated my OC Oddities blog today. I created it for a class I was in first semester last year and have neglected it ever since. It was fun to revisit it and update. It also at least gives me something to look forward to about moving back to Orange County. Weirdness awaits.

[50] well, 51, technically

It is after midnite, after all. Nonetheless, I'm gonna say it's day 50. As Benno has pointed out to me a few times, I haven't updated this in a while. It has been crazy around here and mostly, when I'm not engulfed in something else, I'm sleeping. Excuses, excuses, I know. I should just suck it up and post. I'm doing it now.

We pulled a major surprise engagement for Emil last week. Literally, an engagement. Jer flew out and proposed and she had NO idea. See, for some odd reason, Emil operates under the assumption that Yarby and I would never lie to her. I haven't the foggiest notion where she got that idea, but I can assure you, she no longer harbors that fantasy. We lied. She bought it. She was shocked.

I also went to the coast with my nanny family this past week. It was delightful. I texted Chris, the dad, while I was walking around by myself and told him that I was moving there. He simply responded, "Told you so." It's true. He did.

On Wednesday I have a surgery that is going to cost $1500 more than I expected it to. To be completely honest, I cried like a pansy upon realizing this. Fortunately, I have a sugar daddy and he's taking care of it. I am spoiled... but it'd be nice if that spoiling entailed weekend spa getaways and monthly massages rather than bone graft surgeries and amoxicilin prescriptions. I have no doubt in my mind that, should I decide I required those things, he would jump at the opportunity. The knowledge of his willingness is enough. I need no such treatment.

I decided today that I want to learn to draw. I'm no good, but maybe if I practice, someday I'll draw something that isn't total crap. I have high hopes. My mother is an artist. Some of that has to have rubbed off, right?


Thursday, October 9, 2008

[39] I <3 Thursdays

Tonite's Thursday nite breakfast included our dear friends Daniel, Amos, & Casey. It was followed up by a little Office, a little Weekend Update, and a little America's Funniest Home Videos. I consider it a criterion for all my friends that they be able to enjoy AFV. If you can't enjoy it, your sense of humor must be broken.

I don't have to work till 11:30 tomorrow. Life is so good.

Plus, we're going to Kennedy School. I'm going to order the Principal's Special. Yesssss.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

[37] the best tuesday ever

Today was AMAZING. I got a buncha rest, I got my new glasses, I did my laundry and cleaned the bathroom, I went bowling, and had a supremely collegey ride home in which we raced Amos and Daniel, and passed an ice cream cone between our cars. So much fun.

It is SO good to have friends. I know I say that a lot, but it's true. We're throwing a Halloween party, and we will actually have people come. It's a beautiful thing.

Monday, October 6, 2008

[36] patience

The girls were certainly testing my patience today. Sometimes they switch on and off. They're perfect angels one minute, and then biting each other the next. This is not to say that they are by any means out of control. They're actually extremely well-behaved most of the time. But sometimes their little tempers flare and I'm ready to pull my hair out.

I got a nice, winter jacket at Costco today. I'm gonna be snug as a bug in a rug.

Autumn is lovely here. Not quite New England status, but lovely.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

[35] weekend's end

We had our friends over tonite for some cider, some cookies that ended up being scones, a bit of candy corn, and a viewing of Dan in Real Life. As always, it was a lovely time. Our hearts were warmed by the fact that Amos rang the doorbell, but came in before we even got to the door. Then Molly simply entered as well. We love when people feel comfortable enough to do such things.

Hillary ran her marathon today. The rest of us made a list of pros and cons of participating in such an event. The list of cons was rather exhaustive. There was only one pro. I will not be running any marathons.

I am almost done with my current read and I'm excited to finish so that I can finally get a full nite of sleep. It's really been taking a toll on my sleep patterns.

Friday, October 3, 2008

[33] deprivation and disorientation

I'm so tired. I have to work at 8:30 tomorrow morning. I haven't had a full day off where I could just relax in weeks. Tuesday I should finally get that. I hope.

I finally saw The Dark Knight tonite. So awesome. I felt like a real person going out to a movie on a Friday nite. I'm adjusting to being normal. College life isn't normal. Normal life is... weird.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

[32] insurance

By some freak of nature, I found out today that I actually have insurance until the end of this month. This means that my extraction and bone graft surgery will cost me $290 as opposed to about $1300. Someone up there's looking out for me.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

[31] wearing out

I am absolutely exhausted. I have to go for a consultation at the dentist's office tomorrow. I was originally supposed to go on October 15th, but for some reason decided to take the earlier appointment offered to me. That was dumb. I need a day off.

The Sox won game one of the ALDS. That's good news. It was fantastic to actually get to watch the game on television. Despite the fact that Oregon has no baseball of its own, they rarely show my beloved Red Sox.

I watched Tarzan with the kids today. I've always like the music, but after seeing the movie today, I can't believe that that's supposed to be a kids' movie. I did not enjoy having little Katie turn to me after the hanging of the bad guy and asking why having something wrapped around your neck helps you die.

I need sleep.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

day thirty

I must say, I'm pretty pleased with myself. I managed to write every single day for a month. I make no promises about such faithful blogging from this point forward, but I will try to press on with at least comparable frequency.

I bled a lot at the dentist today.

Because of this, my dentist recommended I allow her to put amalgam - rather than composite - fillings in my mouth. It was a bit of an internal struggle for me. I have a tendency to open my mouth pretty wide and the last thing I want is to look like Lil' John's less successful sister. However, I decided that Dr. Berg knows best and allowed it. The plus side is that these unsightly things are a crapload cheaper than the composite fillings. The downside, though, is that, so far, putting anything cold in my mouth hurts like a bitch. I mean, seriously. Like an angry, female dog who decided to orally maim me for stealing one of her pups.

My dear dentist did give me sealants for free today, so I can't help but be glad about that. Plus, that whole office has been bending over backwards to figure out how to get part of my upcoming (dental) implant surgery paid for by the Gentle Dental organization, and for that I am incredibly grateful.

Every time I write Gentle Dental, I write "gental." Things should not be allowed to rhyme that aren't spelled similarly.

Monday, September 29, 2008

day twenty-nine

At the gym tonite, we saw a guy standing in the aerobics room in his tighty-whities, posing in front of a somewhat overweight middle-aged woman. Naturally, it took me by surprise. As it turns out, this fella is going to be in a body building show and was working on his poses. I guess if you can stand in your skivvies in a room made of windows and mirrors for all passers by to see, you can stand in front of a crowd at a body building show. The odd thing was that he wasn't a particularly muscular guy from the look of things. I didn't look too closely, but he wasn't any Schwarzenegger or anything.

I like that Schwarzenegger is apparently in the Firefox dictionary, because it didn't underline it as a misspelled word when I wrote it.

I took the kids to the library today. That's not a euphemism for anything, even though it sounds like it. We fed the ducks, borrowed some books, and fled just before Joey had a fit in the middle of the children's section. Success.

Tomorrow is my last trip to the dentist... until the 15th of October anyway.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

day twenty-eight

It's almost October; at which point I may consider ceasing to number my entries, but I've yet to come to a decision on that. We shall see.

We had our first real social gathering in our home tonite. Molly, Katie, Amos, Dan, Brandon, and Daniel came over for our potluck. It was magnificent. The food was good, the company was good, and we even had some good game time. It's starting to really feel like we live here. We have friends we didn't know before moving to Oregon, and that's quite an accomplishment.

Furthermore, I carved a chicken today, and that is no small feat for my shamefully un-domestic self.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

day twenty-seven

The concept of having some measure of responsibility for children in the wee hours of the nite apparently stresses me out to the point where I can't sleep. On top of this, the kids began their waking at 4am, the last one sleeping in until 6:00. It was rough.

Upon arriving back home, I almost immediately headed back out with the girls to Portland for some exploring. We did some of the usual spots like Powell's and the Waterfront, and switched it up a bit with a little Saturday Market action and a haunted pizza place called Old Town Pizza. If you're every in Portland, I give this place as many stars as it is possible to give a food establishment. Most of those stars are for atmosphere. The pizza's good, but the atmosphere is awesome.

The crew just headed out for a little karaoke. I, needless to say, am a little too tired for that.

On a more melancholy note, dear Paul Newman has shed this mortal coil. I think it's safe to say that this is a sad day for just about every American. Paul Newman embodied everything that's good and pure about Hollywood. They just don't make 'em like that anymore.

Friday, September 26, 2008

day twenty-six

Today was Karen and Kattie's birthday. We ventured into Portland to visit the Rose Garden and wander Hawthorne. We ate lunch at the site of my first date with Kyo. It was just as good as I remember. Plus, I had considerably fewer butterflies this time.

I'm currently doing an overnite nanny shift. So far I've watched the presidential debate and put on my pajamas. It's a hard knock life for me.

Tomorrow we're heading into the city for the Saturday Market and some other excursions yet to be determined. My life is so full right now, I can hardly handle it.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

day twenty-five

Today I got good news from the dentist. Well, good news that's sucky but convenient right now. It turns out that the infection in my mouth is actually a direct result of a procedure I had done at Gentle Dental in Costa Mesa. That's the sucky part. This could have all been avoided. Nothing I did caused it.

On the plus side, this means that they should at least pay for part of the extraction and implant surgeries. This means less money out of my, err, Kyo's pocket. I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm happy, but I am a bit relieved.

Tomorrow is Kattie's birthday. Karen, Emily, and her friend Jessalyn are arriving tonite for the occasion and will be here until Tuesday. It's going to be crazy here at the Fort.

We're having a potluck at our house with our new friends on Sunday. Time for us to get all Martha Stewart.

26 minutes till the Office. I'm so ready.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

day twenty-four

My attempt to get to the dentist today was a failure. Big time. I don't want to talk about it.

Otherwise, a successful day was had. Kattie and I went to the youth group thing at Living Hope. It was.... intense. We played a Jeopardy meets Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader type game in which our phones served as our buzzers. It got pretty heated, but let it be known: Our group OWNED the pop culture category.

A couple more fillings tomorrow. PTL, I'm almost done with these dental disasters.

I should just get dentures.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

day twenty-three

My roomies and I actually left the house after 9 o'clock this fine evening. We went bowling with our new church friends. It was fantastic. It's so nice to have friends outside the house. I'm not downplaying the awesomeness of my roommates, but I have to say that it's nice to see some different faces. I think they like us.

I got a couple fillings today. Not my favorite activity. Two more on Thursday. Big sigh.

I'm exhausted. Friendship is overstimulating.

Monday, September 22, 2008

day twenty-two

I've been following this forum where people are debating whether or not it's okay to teach your children your religion. It's a stupid conversation. Of course it's okay. The right to practice religion freely is one of the big concepts upon which this country was founded. That's not to say that religious oppression hasn't been a part of its history, but I like to think at this point we're getting past that. It's just funny to see militant atheists try to argue that parents have no right to introduce their children to their faith until they're at least sixteen and can make up their minds for themselves. They're saying that it's irreparably detrimental to their future well-being, and their proof is in the website Big shocker that on a website for ex-Christians people are bitching about how harmful religion was growing up. I'm not saying no harm has ever been done by people claiming to act on behalf of God, but passing the belief in God on to your kids is not inherently detrimental. That's just ridiculous. Not to teach your child the faith that you believe is Truth would be hypocritical - another thing that I'm sure these same people would be quick to attack.

The discussion has been making me so stressed out that I finally unsubscribed from the forum today. It was making me grind my teeth, and my teeth do not need anymore abuse.

In other news, I got new glasses today. Or, well, I ordered new glasses. They'll be here in two weeks. I can't wait to wear glasses with two arms on them.

Also, I hate Sudoku.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

day twenty-one

We made friends! Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles!

While Hillary, Emil, and I were patting ourselves on the backs for actually going out tonite and grabbing some grub at a McMenamins, we got a phone call from a girl they'd met at the church picnic two weeks ago. She invited us to a get-together at her friend's house. Of course we said yes. I mean, we have zero friends who we didn't move to Oregon already knowing. This was a golden opportunity.

Now we have bowling to look forward to this Tuesday with our newfound playmates. We are overjoyed. The romantics in the house are already trying to figure out ways to set up the single roommates with the cute farmboys present at the function. I think it'll work and it'll be brilliant.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

day twenty

The girls and Jojo are watching the third Little Mermaid movie. Yes, there are actually three of them. Who knew? I'm updating from my phone since there's no wireless here. I wouldn't dream of shirking my blogging responsibilities. I do reserve the right to disclaim any typos in this entry due to the difficulty of monitoring such things on a cell phone screen - albeit a large and awesome one (props to my sister for my new enV2).

Friday, September 19, 2008

day nineteen

Katie turned six today. She lamented to me the fact that she didn't feel any different than she did when she was five and a half. I can commiserate. I have felt that way many a time. Oddly, though, twenty-three does feel quite different than twenty-two - and certainly worlds different from five and a half (though there are similarities). I think it's the way it sounds. That three thrown in the mix changes everything.

Emil and I decided to be real people and at least go somewhere on our Friday nite. We went to L&L for some Hawaiian grub, and followed that with a trip to Powell's. We were then rejected by not one, but two different bus drivers trying to catch a ride to the Beaverton Transit Center. Normally the bus drivers around here are pretty legit, but I guess it was d-bag nite here in Zone 3 of the TriMet system.

I'm exhausted, but we are forcing ourselves to stay awake and watch Hard Candy. NetFlix is detrimental to sleep patterns. However, I stayed up reading till 3:30am, so I think that I am just detrimental to my sleep patterns.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

day eighteen

Summer finally seems to be relenting a bit and making way for autumn. It was a nice, cool, overcast day here in the city of beavers. I'm hoping that this is a trend and not just a a short recess from the unseasonable heat. It should never be over 90 in September. It's unethical.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

day seventeen

My glasses inexplicably broke today. I was just sitting on the couch, looked down, and noted that the previously unbroken arm of my glasses was bent at a curious angle. I picked them up, attempted to adjust the arm, and was left with two separate pieces in my hand. With a sigh, I shuffled into the kitchen and retrieved a roll of Scotch tape with which to make a hasty repair that will have to tide me over until my optometrist appointment next week.

I went to the gym without glasses tonite. My head hurts now. On the plus side, I could not watch the interview with Sarah Palin that was playing on Fox News at the time. Every time I'm at the gym, Fox News is talking about Sarah Palin. That also makes my head hurt.

Speaking of TV politics, Oregon politicians fight dirty. At least Gordon Smith does, anyway. I don't know anything about Jeff Merkley, but if I were a resident of Oregon I feel like I'd vote for him simply because Gordon Smith's smear campaign against him is so ridiculously brutal.

I hate politics.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

day sixteen

I cannot say that today was nearly as eventful as yesterday. I felt sluggish. I did, however, buy Dr. Horrible on iTunes, including a couple songs from the soundtrack. I've listened to them several times already. I'm addicted. Man, if Neil Patrick Harris weren't gay... and if I weren't spoken for...

I'm noticing a wholly unintentional trend in my reading material these days. Judging by the titles I'm currently using to lull me to sleep at nite, I'm one twisted individual. The Terror chronicles an ill-fated Arctic sea expedition in which crew members are munched and mutilated by some mysterious beast on the ice. In The Woods tells the tale of a police detective in Ireland who was found with shoes full of blood not belonging to him as a child, his two friends having, presumably, been murdered. Finally, An Absolute Gentleman is a fictional memoir of a rather pleasant serial killer.

Sometimes I have nightmares.

Monday, September 15, 2008

day fifteen

Considering my fairly homebody-ish nature, I actually had quite a few adventures today. I took dear, sweet Joey to the Hillsboro Library where we fed ducks and everyone who passed us by ooh'ed and aah'ed at how adorable he was. Seriously, he's cute. I'd like to claim he's mine, but I think his blonde hair and lack of skintone give me away. I'll settle for being recognized as the lucky babysitter.

When I got home from nannying today, Kattie and Hil were headed out to the Beaverton Library, so I joined them on that outing and procured for myself a Washington County library card. I inaugurated it by borrowing every Phil Collins CD in the library's collection, as well as a couple of books I probably don't have time to read but could not resist.

Kattie and I followed the journey up with a trip to a local coffee shop called Ava's. We chatted about life, family, gender roles, and all the other normal things that come up in conversation over a cuppa joe - or, in my case, a tall blended caramel cappucino.

Naturally, the gym followed such an imposing caloric intake. And now it's time to pick up Emil, who abandoned me for California this past week, from the airport.

My, my. Look at all my adventures. I'm a regular Beryl Markham.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

day fourteen

My MacBook and I have been bonding today. I have been diligently working to accomplish all of the things that tells me are of the utmost importance at this point in the planning process - wedding website, registries, location scouting, and the like. It's a bit of a headache.

The part of me that loves to be one step ahead of everything enjoys the meticulous planning and daydreaming involved in all of this. I think, though, that it's probably that very same forward-thinking aspect of my personality that is annoyed that nothing can be set in stone just yet. As much as I like a good surprise, I am also a big proponent of predictability in certain cases. Anything that is going to require great time and effort from me falls under the latter category.

Don't get me the wrong idea about my day, though. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. So I've punctuated my obsessive-compulsive planning with a few episodes of Gossip Girl and several viewings of my new favorite viral video, Jesus is My Friend. It does a body good.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

day thirteen

I've never considered myself cool enough to hang around in coffee shops for extended periods of time. Yesterday I managed all of ten minutes in the Barnes & Noble Starbucks and felt quite accomplished. Today, however, I was gripped by the feeling that, if I'm going to go to the trouble in the morning of adorning my finger with this opulent diamond, I should really justify it by at least leaving the house. It just seems weird, after all, to put on jewelry with no intention of going anywhere beyond the mailbox. So, when Yarby invited me along on her near daily trek to Bella - a coffee house in the ritzy Streets of Tanasbourne - I decided I should tag along. It was actually quite nice, although the teenage boys manning the store on this particular occasion were blasting some ambiance-shattering screamo music. That setback aside, I'd certainly do it again should the invitation be extended.

We later attempted a much-needed work out session at Bally, but realized upon arriving that it's Saturday and they closed at 7:00. It was 6:44.

Instead, we went to Dairy Queen.

Friday, September 12, 2008

day twelve

I abhor the dentist.

Well, okay, not the dentist herself. I actually quite like Dr. Berg. She's a sweet lady. From the look of her, she can't be a whole lot older than I am. I have no complaints about her. I just hate the fact that my teeth, no matter how much I brush/floss them, and no matter how little sugar I ingest, will always be a problem. In today's battle between my teeth and my wallet, my teeth struck a potentially fatal blow to their opponent. Aside from the usual cavities and things, I have an incredibly bad infection in one of my molars, which will require its more or less immediate extraction. Once that happens, a $4,000 implant surgery which is not covered by (my or any other) insurance will need to take place.

Dear Life,
In case you hadn't heard, in a month and a half I need to start paying off the massive amounts of debt I incurred during my stay at Vanguard University. Also, I'm getting married. If you could please refrain from creating any further situations that will cost me an arm, a leg, and perhaps my first born child, that'd be great.
Corrigan (soon to be Edmoundson) Albouy-Vaughan

Thursday, September 11, 2008

day eleven

Epiphany of the week: It takes kind of a long time to get to and from the airport on the MAX.

Leiko brought her wonderfully chubby baby Dakota over for a bit of doting from his Uncle and future Aunt. He's a pretty awesome baby. You'd like him, Reader-of-Mine. I really think you'd approve.

Unfortunately for me, the mister had to return to the black hole of Southern California, so after a bite to eat at the airport, I sent him on his way. Mind you, when I say I sent him on his way, I mean that I asked more than a few times if he was sure he had to leave and supervised his entire journey through airport security before finally slinking down to the MAX in defeat. I hate battles that I can't win. Cursed Vanguard for providing my fella with full-time employment.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

day ten

In the words of M.I.A., blaze-a-blaze, galangalangalang. I don't really know what that means, but I promise I'm not a stoner.

We watched Smart People, which was pretty average except for the fact that Thomas Haden Church plays one of the funniest characters I've seen in a movie in, um, ever. We followed that up with a little Benny & Joon. Obviously an excellent choice. I needn't tell anyone that. Oh yes, and Kyo has just brought up the fact that we supplemented these experiences with some fantastic take-out from one of my favorite haunts: Extreme Pizza. He also adds that there was birthday caramel apple cheesecake made by Kattie Frosberg and Hillary Karwowski. He would further like the reader to know that he realizes that this is NOT, in fact, his blog, but that he hopes it makes up for his epic suckitude in updating his own. The epic suckitude part may have been my words.

Anyway, all this to say, in the words of Luce, it's a pretty good day - I'm looking forward to tomorrow.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

day nine

Happy birthday to me! It would probably be an understatement to say that it was eventful, but that's the word I'm going to use. Yup. It was eventful. I took the MAX to get Kyo from the airport, we went on some adventures, hung out at the zoo, and got engaged. The penguins were our witnesses. I have some major bling going on. But don't worry - I'm still Jenny from the block.

As a celebration of both my 23rd year of existence and this crazy engagement thing, the roomies, Kyo, and I went to IHOP. I'm willing to claim with some sense of certainty that this was pretty much the greatest IHOP experience ever. Let's just say there were free cherry shakes involved. You can admit that you're jealous and, I promise, I will not judge.

Tomorrow I finally get to see Dark Knight. I'm having a good week. I should be on Best Week Ever.

Monday, September 8, 2008

day eight

It is my last day of being twenty-two. This year has been good to me, but I'm looking forward to a fairly awesome twenty-third. It starts on a high note when a certain adjunct professor from Vanguard University arrives in PDX tomorrow to whisk me away on a day full of adventures. I have heard promises of steak and pancakes. Separate meals, I assure you.

I can't think (or write) when I'm listening Tim Hughes.

It's off to Bally for me with my dear roomies. I can no longer sit and be fit (though I enjoy engaging in that activity with the wonderful elderly folks at the Avalon Senior Center and my good friend Marcus DeLeon).

Sunday, September 7, 2008

day seven

I missed the church picnic today because I realized I would've had to get on the bus to leave for work as soon as I got there due to the irregular Sunday bus schedule. Epic fail.

Fortunately, Hillary and Emily made some friends in my absence and they have promised to have them (over) for Tuesday Night Breakfast next week. This week's TNB, however, is an elite affair. It is my birthday breakfast, and that must take priority over entertaining new guests. Call me self-centered, but, dammit, it's all about me.

I'm kidding, by the way.

The girls made a birthday cake for me today. I think they ended up wearing more of it than they ate. It was hard to tell, though, whether it was the chocolate cake or the inexplicable amount of magic marker staining Nikki's face that looked most obtrusive.

I put In the Name of the Father in the mailbox today. I hope that whatever Netflix sends me next is happier. I could peek at my queue, but I can't help but relish the surprise.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

day six

For the billionth time in my nine years or so of having a debit card, I have lost it. This made it impossible for me to get cash out to take the MAX to see my dear friend (that lay in the house that Jack built), Connor. I am sad. I am also sad because I just watched In The Name of the Father. I bawled my eyes out. I'm such a sap.

On a slightly random note, I've never been a particularly political person (unless those politics pertain to Northern Ireland). However, I think everyone has become at least a little bit political during this crazy circus of a presidential race we have going on right now. Up until, oh, a week or so ago, I was still undecided between presidential candidates. When McCain chose Sarah Palin as his running mate, though, I thought that any thinking person would see through this ridiculous gimmick and realize that their only option was to choose Obama. Oddly, some brilliant people I know for some reason fell for it. I'm stunned. There is so much wrong with Sarah Palin - and none of this is based on her being a woman or having a pregnant teen or whatever other things that people like to blame opposition to her on so that they don't have to face the facts - that I don't even know where to begin. It just saddens me that some people are so staunchly set on voting with a party or ideal that they are blind to the fact that they're being duped.

The office of the presidency has a tendency to age its incumbent some ten to fifteen years over a four year span. This doesnt even include the years the campaign itself tacks on. As such, i can't help but feel that a vote for McCain is, in all actuality, a vote for Sarah Palin. I mean, the grim reaper is standing at the White House door with a welcome basket for our war-hero friend. And God help us all if he does kick the bucket and that woman ever becomes commander-in-chief.

Anyway, thus ends my first and only political rant.

In other news, I am watching Failure to Launch, and all I can say is that I never had any desire to see Terry Bradshaw naked, and could have lived a happy life without seeing him disrobe. I can only hope that, from this point forward, this never happens again.

Friday, September 5, 2008

day five

Today when I picked up Katie from the bus stop after she got home from kindergarten, the first words out of her mouth were, "I have a boyfriend. His name is Ethan and we fell in love. He's the handsomest boy I've ever seen." I so miss kindergarten. I think I want to be a little kid when I grow up.

I am feeling incredibly lethargic this evening, but I've still got some Bally time to attend to with Emil and Yarby, and I'd really like to hang out with Connor Maguire, who is one of the coolest people you will ever have the privilege of meeting (should you, in fact, ever get the privilege of meeting him).

I should also really watch the movie I got from Netflix three weeks ago. I am squandering my $8.99 a month.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

day four

I don't know if you've ever had one of those days where you look back on it and realize that you did absolutely nothing, but when I have days off, that can generally be said of any one of them. Today was no exception. I honestly can hardly recall doing anything at all. I watched some Discovery Channel. I ate a couple times. I went to the gym with Yarby. Other than that, I can only assume that I was completely motionless and nigh thoughtless for the rest of the day. Either that or I entered into some sort of parallel universe around 9am when I woke up, and didn't come back to our own dimension until 5pm when I tuned in to "It Takes A Thief." I'm willing to accept either explanation.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

day three

Little kid meltdowns are fun. And by that I mean: They're not. Dearest Nikki, whom I love, had a total panic attack over having to wait a half hour to watch a DVD she was particularly in the mood for. I gave her some space for a while, though, and twenty minutes later she came out of her room with a huge smile on her face as if nothing had happened. O, to live so simple a life that what seems a tragedy one moment is no more than a distant memory the next.

I made a dentist appointment and an optometrist appointment today. I felt like a big girl. Well, except for the fact that I kept having to call my mom for missing bits of information necessary for insurance purposes. I have come to terms with my dependence upon my mother's guidance.

My foot is asleep.

There are six days until my birthday. Exactly six years before I first made my debut on this planet (That's September 9, 1979, in case you were stumped), a little comic called For Better or For Worse made its own debut. In today's photo, I am holding up the very last FBoFW strip. I would be lying if I said I didn't shed a tear or two when I read it.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

day two

It was a 9 to 5 day, but a good one. The kids were phenomenal. The picture above was taken by Katie, the nearly-six-year-old. Her sister Nikki was on my shoulders, but Katie apparently didn't see fit to include her in the picture.

I really love the family I work for. They're truly amazing and they make me feel incredibly appreciated. Sure, I'm not the biggest fan of waking up in the morning, but if I'm gonna do it for anything, this is the best reason I can think of.

We used our gym passes for the first time tonite and it felt marvelous. I hate being sedentary, but, on the other hand, I also hate exercise. Kind of a catch-22. I'm trying to fix it.

Tomorrow I will be meeting the nice people at Nikki's pre-school in the morning - a precautionary measure so's to not cause alarm when a random black girl attempts to pick her up at the end of the day.

Monday, September 1, 2008

day one

Arbitrarily, I have decided that today is the first day of the rest of my life. Arguably, this could be said of every day in which I wake up. I am aware of that fact. Nonetheless, I've made my decision. Today is day one.

On this first day, I slept in nice and late. I tooled around on the Internet for a bit, then went grocery shopping. After all, I'm a big kid now. Gotta make sure I'm fed and fed well.

Trader Joe's was followed by a trip to Bally Fitness where Emil and I secured gym memberships for a paltry $19 a month thanks to a helpful employee named Tim and our incredibly common last names. I won't go into detail as to how those worked to our advantage lest it be discovered that the method was terribly illegal. Fearing for Tim's job, I asked if he would get in trouble for this deal. "Nah," he replied. "They make it easy for a reason." Fair enough. Who am I to press the issue any further?

Now I'm winding down the day with a bit of Anthony Bourdain. It's bed for me early tonite since tomorrow is a work day. Eight days until I'm 23. I think I'll feel more adult then. I'm damn near sure of it.