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Showing posts with label Happy Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Happy Day. Show all posts
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Once Forgotten
While rocking out to my Twilight mix (of course, made for each book, chapter by chapter--in some cases paragraph by paragraph--if you want a copy, let me know!) and prepping goodies for my cook-ahead, Slow Cooker Chicken Enchilada Casserole, I heard a song I haven't really heard in ages: "Have You Forgotten" by Red House Painters.
When I first heard that song was in my in-between-years as manager of the Saks Off-Fifth Women's Department at Aurora Farms in Aurora, Ohio, when I wanted to study poetry in a MFA program but more importantly I wanted to find myself. I listened to the song many times during many late nights doing stupid shit (there's no other way to put it) with my then (and still) bestees: Gattozzi, PL, & Stokes.
My most vivid memory with "Have You Forgotten" is in Grad School, though. I had wandered down to Falstaff's on my way home from teaching one Friday evening--early on in my Grad career, my first semester. This was my fav bar which happened to be the best burger joint in town: in Grad School my two favorite things comboed in one.
The owner and cook, John, knew me by name. (Yes, it was a Cheers moment every time I walked in.) I was in there one night sipping my Jack & Coke and devouring my cheeseburger and fries after a rough week when I heard "Have You Forgotten."
John was an avid indie radio supporter, and the song was most likely playing on the college radio station. I don't remember. But what I remember was in a bar the size of any good college bar with glossed oak wood counters and four pool tables, it was just me and John listening to "Have You Forgotten."
No one else was in the bar.
That was the loneliest moment of my life.
I missed my brother, my sister, my parents, my Stokey, my Gattozzi, my PL, my Alice, my life in Kent, my job with designer clothes perks, the love of my life (wherever he was), and myself.
What's weird is I never remembered that specific emotional state until tonight. I've heard that song countless times since then, but never with any emotional potency.
What made tonight so special? The smell of onions browning in a non-stick LeCruest skillet?
Food and memory are intrinsically linked...
At first I thought to include this memory in a private letter to my friend PL with a stack of CD burns I've been promising to send him since December, but for some reason that didn't seem to be enough.
This past weekend my sister-in-law Suz told me I needed to update my blog. That she missed it. That she enjoyed reading it.
I thought to myself, "For real? My blog is a joke."
I complain. I whine. I rant.
But the smell of onions reminded me:
I share.
I remember.
I appreciate.
That's good enough by me.
What else are blogs for?
When I first heard that song was in my in-between-years as manager of the Saks Off-Fifth Women's Department at Aurora Farms in Aurora, Ohio, when I wanted to study poetry in a MFA program but more importantly I wanted to find myself. I listened to the song many times during many late nights doing stupid shit (there's no other way to put it) with my then (and still) bestees: Gattozzi, PL, & Stokes.
My most vivid memory with "Have You Forgotten" is in Grad School, though. I had wandered down to Falstaff's on my way home from teaching one Friday evening--early on in my Grad career, my first semester. This was my fav bar which happened to be the best burger joint in town: in Grad School my two favorite things comboed in one.
The owner and cook, John, knew me by name. (Yes, it was a Cheers moment every time I walked in.) I was in there one night sipping my Jack & Coke and devouring my cheeseburger and fries after a rough week when I heard "Have You Forgotten."
John was an avid indie radio supporter, and the song was most likely playing on the college radio station. I don't remember. But what I remember was in a bar the size of any good college bar with glossed oak wood counters and four pool tables, it was just me and John listening to "Have You Forgotten."
No one else was in the bar.
That was the loneliest moment of my life.
I missed my brother, my sister, my parents, my Stokey, my Gattozzi, my PL, my Alice, my life in Kent, my job with designer clothes perks, the love of my life (wherever he was), and myself.
What's weird is I never remembered that specific emotional state until tonight. I've heard that song countless times since then, but never with any emotional potency.
What made tonight so special? The smell of onions browning in a non-stick LeCruest skillet?
Food and memory are intrinsically linked...
At first I thought to include this memory in a private letter to my friend PL with a stack of CD burns I've been promising to send him since December, but for some reason that didn't seem to be enough.
This past weekend my sister-in-law Suz told me I needed to update my blog. That she missed it. That she enjoyed reading it.
I thought to myself, "For real? My blog is a joke."
I complain. I whine. I rant.
But the smell of onions reminded me:
I share.
I remember.
I appreciate.
That's good enough by me.
What else are blogs for?
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Resolutions...Then Again...
The holidays have kept me MIA.
But while the potatoes are roasting in the oven and before I stem some greens & carve up some ham, I thought I'd wish you, dear reader, a Happy 2009!
Of course, last night FD & I, joined by a fabulous couple we absolutely adore, dined at Revolver for their special 8 course celebration meal. As always, it was the best meal ever. They continually top themselves.
Which got me thinking.
This year I'm going to continually top myself. ("That's what she said.")
Seriously, this year I'm going to challenge myself--in my job AND my art. I'm going to disregard "What If"s and push myself to live without reservations or worries. I'm not going to second-guess myself; I'm going to accept humanly fallible. And most of all I'm going to embrace the facets of myself I truly love and focus on strengthening them & sharing them with others.
(Why is it so much I say can be followed with "That's what she said"?)
I'm excited to see what 2009 has in store for me as a skeptic, composition instructor, assistant director, writer, reader, doggie-mama, techie, Alicia's Voice board member, Wick Poetry Center alum, locavore, SmartWater drinker, daydreamer, & queen of typos.
Actually, I resolve to reduce my typos...
But while the potatoes are roasting in the oven and before I stem some greens & carve up some ham, I thought I'd wish you, dear reader, a Happy 2009!
Of course, last night FD & I, joined by a fabulous couple we absolutely adore, dined at Revolver for their special 8 course celebration meal. As always, it was the best meal ever. They continually top themselves.
Which got me thinking.
This year I'm going to continually top myself. ("That's what she said.")
Seriously, this year I'm going to challenge myself--in my job AND my art. I'm going to disregard "What If"s and push myself to live without reservations or worries. I'm not going to second-guess myself; I'm going to accept humanly fallible. And most of all I'm going to embrace the facets of myself I truly love and focus on strengthening them & sharing them with others.
(Why is it so much I say can be followed with "That's what she said"?)
I'm excited to see what 2009 has in store for me as a skeptic, composition instructor, assistant director, writer, reader, doggie-mama, techie, Alicia's Voice board member, Wick Poetry Center alum, locavore, SmartWater drinker, daydreamer, & queen of typos.
Actually, I resolve to reduce my typos...
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Christmas Cookies (Round 1)
FD & I frosted them tonight as we listened to Christmas music.
We had a blast.
And when we finished we realized it was snowing out. Hard.
I love winter.
Most special of the cookies: the Law & Order snowman and the red angel with star eyes.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Happy Day #2
I've been getting periodic phone calls from the Hubs making sure I'm feeling okay after I told him this morning, "I feel like someone has tipped me over and stomped all over my body."
I'm grateful for those phone calls & all his love.
I'm grateful for those phone calls & all his love.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Happy Day #1
As motivation to blog more often and appreciate the happy moments of each day, I'm beginning a "Happy Day" series. (Viva La Fonz!) I'm not going to commit to a year of these posts or anything, but I really believe posting a few would help my morale & blogging frequency.
To kick off the series I have two happy moments to share:
1.) To calm my not-so-bad-but-normal nerves today before my interview for the job I already have (just go with it!), I remembered my lovely dinner date at Revolver with my totally awesome hubby. The food & the love made me feel giddy, which I believe came across fully in my interview.
2.) This morning Babine & I went for an hour long walk. Talking and laughing made my cardio workout fun and made me love Babine even more.
Happy Day Yay!
To kick off the series I have two happy moments to share:
1.) To calm my not-so-bad-but-normal nerves today before my interview for the job I already have (just go with it!), I remembered my lovely dinner date at Revolver with my totally awesome hubby. The food & the love made me feel giddy, which I believe came across fully in my interview.
2.) This morning Babine & I went for an hour long walk. Talking and laughing made my cardio workout fun and made me love Babine even more.
Happy Day Yay!
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