Thursday, June 30, 2011

I (Heart) Reading

I discovered Google Books today.  My hunt for inexpensive books has been satisfied for the time being by the great number of free books available.  As I have no form of e-reader, I simply read the books on my computer or laptop screen.  There are instructions for how to get many of the books loaded onto an e-reader (Kindle not supported, sorry Mom), or you can use your tiny mobile phone screen.

The complete works of Jack London, lots of the great classics, everything from Shakespeare, plus plenty of oddball works nobody really remembers are available for free.  I quickly grabbed ten books to start my collection, and there are hundreds more I can see myself reading.  If I do want to spend money, I can pay for the privilege to read some books.

The great irony is that I want to print out each of the books so I can read them on the couch or in bed, place a real bookmark between the pages, and move on to my next task.  I don't want a back-lit screen.  I like the musty book smell, especially of the really old books.  Heck, even new books have an inky deliciousness.  E-readers don't cut the mustard on the smelliness.

But free is a price I can't pass up when it comes to literature.  Hooray for happy reading and a growing mind!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Ta Da! ...again

I couldn't take all of the color.  This is a much better option, easier on the eyes and all that.  I'll try to find time in the next few days to tweak the header again, but for now I'm much happier with the whole blog look.

Thanks to all of the poll responders helping me choose my subtitle.  I ended the poll early as people had pretty much given me the direction I needed.  The Man's mom had a great suggestion which I ran with, so that's up.

I also updated the "About Jaggy" and "Married Life" pages.  An "About The Man" page should pop up in the next week or so.  Not bad for three evenings of hard work!

Anyway, sorry for all of the confusion and craziness.  Construction zones are often dangerous places, so I am glad you've stuck around to see the changes and continued to read despite my color disaster.  Hope you enjoy this one just a little it more.

My crab show is on in twenty minutes, so I need to get moving.  Need me some Time Bandit tonight!

Monday, June 27, 2011

Death to Pollen

Between Benadryl, Zyrtec, and Singulair this weekend, The Man and I wheezed and sneezed until we were exhausted.  His allergies kicked in a bit harder since I've been on my meds for months now.  We've been forced to keep our apartment windows open lest the inside temp spikes into the eighties.  By blowing the fans outside rather than sucking cooler air in, we keep most of the pollen to a minimum.  I think it was in the upper seventies when I went to bed last night inside, far too warm for good sleep.

Aside from hoarding Kleenexes (unopened boxes, not the used tissues, eew), we did manage to have a pretty good weekend.  I had Friday off as a furlough day.  Though I did go down with a migraine in the afternoon, I was able to get some good old-school computer gaming done.  We went out to dinner, just a quick trip to Burger King, but it was super fresh for once.  The food was a great pick-me-up after feeling icky for hours.

Saturday was an adventure.  We were supposed to go Geocaching, but our allergies kept us mostly inside.  I ventured out into new craft stores I'd never been in.  We ended up going into Mt. Angel for mass that evening and then to the Glockenspiel for dinner with The Man's parents and brother.  Spaetzle and hazelnut schnitzel kept me full late into the night.  Delicious, wonderful dinner.  Too bad that kind of food isn't The Man's favorite, because I could live on sausage and spaetzle and butter-fried chicken.  It's just comfort food to me!

Sunday was quiet.  We got up late, ran a few errands, and dinked around until the afternoon.  I managed to update my shabby blog into a color explosion between making cake pops and dinner.  And I'm working hard at updating the "pages" to my blog today and tomorrow, so look for those up above.

Now you'll have to excuse me as I have to go steal the last box of Kleenex from The Man.  It's war.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Ta Da!

So... yeah.  I had a little bit of free time this weekend, so I thought I'd update my bloggy a bit.  I'm not sure if I like all of the bright colors yet, but I was never a huge fan of the previous drab background.  Now I feel like everything is a bit... citrus? circus? intense?

I have a hard time finding layouts that are light and neutral behind the text.  Several other options are light, but the lines or grids or patterns under the text make it hard to read.  I'm also having issues with the header.  Maybe I'll sit down one night this week and work out all of the kinks.

Anyway, we'll see how long this one lasts.  Comments appreciated.  Have a nice week.

EDIT #1: Header fixed.  The whole photo thing wasn't working.  I have learned that lesson now twice.  Grr.  It's better now though.  I might try to get back on later (after dinner, shower, cake pop making, and some computer gaming).

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Five Years Ago Later

In trying to decide what to write today, I wondered where I was five years ago.  What was I doing?  What could I have been thinking?  Was I happy or scared or angry or bored?  Thanks to bloggy, I was able to look back and see who I was five years ago.

I was thrilled to be a college graduate, terrified to be unemployed for the first time in my adult life, a little scared to move back in with my parents, and enjoying dancing every possible second.  I had no idea what my life would hold, no prospects for love. I'd just quit a job that put me through college.  I met so many wonderful people who had inspired me, and I couldn't wait to finally write my own story.  All I had was hope.

In five years, my life has done a full 180°.  I'm still a college graduate, that hasn't changed, but this whole "employment" thing has been a bumpy ride.  I've worked a job so soul-sucking that being back in that steamy kitchen slogging through dirty dish water would have been a blessing.  I always told myself on those hot summer days that nothing could be worse than scraping dried egg off plates, but, let me assure you, there are worse jobs.  Even white collar jobs in climate-controlled offices with committee meetings and politics and crappy cake on holidays.  Maybe that was God's lesson to me with that job.

In the last six months, I started a new chapter in my career.  I love my life now, and while my new job doesn't exactly cause adrenaline rushes or moments of intense anger (yay!), the dullness is oddly pleasing.  I know the hope I clung to for that very long summer five years ago served me well.  It was the longest summer of my life, certainly the most difficult, and one of the most educational experiences I've ever had.  Here's to writing my own story.

Who were you five years ago? 

Monday, June 20, 2011

Craft Break

After spending the last six months on a quilt, I've taken a quilting hiatus this month.  I just need a break.  I do enjoy not having a project looming over my head, being able to work on smaller projects and whip them out in no time.  I spent much of Sunday papercrafting.  We don't need to go into what I crafted to say that paper models, origami, kirigami, and the like remain my most favorite and relaxing crafts.  Quilting is enjoyable, of course, and I love that.  Sometimes it's nice to scissors-cut, mash, and paste something up in a few hours rather than stitching for days.

I do have the fabric for my next quilt.  I'm planning an orange and black lone star quilt as a wall hanging.  If all goes according to the plan, I'll have the fabric cut in the next week or two and pieced by the end of next month.  It's a smaller project that won't need much (any?) actual quilting once the piecing is finished.  The fabric is of the highest quality this time, and I discovered spray starch recently, so the cutting should go much easier and faster than last time.  Also? new rotary blades.  I learned my lesson the hard way on that one.

My little sewing machine can handle the piecing, but the tensioner is all out of whack, and I don't want to spend $100 to get it serviced.  Even though I'd love to have the $1,000 machine I've had my eye on for a year, I may end up settling for the $300 machine I can buy locally.  They're both solid steel innards (not pot metal like my current model), and the more expensive one only has two or three more features than the less expensive machine doesn't have.  Neither do embroidery.  I might just hold out for my birthday or Christmas and see what happens.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Dear Netflix

Howdy people-who-send-me-good-mail,
I was thrilled last month to be able to watch Deadliest Catch on Netflix Instant Watch any time I pleased.  I pleased quite often, thank you.  I watched the entire series.  But, having seen the most recent episodes currently airing on Discovery Channel, I've had a few questions.  I'd like to be able to go back and review episodes from the first and second seasons.

Dear Netflix people, why would you remove a show from Instant Watch?!  How can you possibly think you'll be making money or making viewers happy by removing a favorite show from your service?  Does that sound like a good business idea to you?

I will not be getting the episodes on disc.  There are cheaper, faster ways for me to watch my shows that don't involve waiting for your discs in the mail.  In fact, they don't involve using your service at all.  I strongly urge you to reconsider your move or risk losing another customer.

Because DC fans are not a group to be messed with.


"Shut Up and Fish,"
Jaggy

Thursday, June 16, 2011

What is a Practicing Catholic?

And old friend asked me today if I'm a practicing Catholic now.  I wasn't sure how to respond.  I guess so, seeing that I identify myself as a Catholic.  It's that whole practicing part that throws a wrench into my thoughts.  Do I practice something?  Do I need to practice?  What should I practice?  If I'm not a practicing Catholic, am I a perfect Catholic? a non-practitioner? or just not Catholic?

What is a lapsed Catholic?  Is that someone who misses church every week due to work or other obligations?  Is it someone who doesn't care anymore about their faith?

What does it mean to practice a faith?  Does that mean just praying?  Does it include going to church?  Does it mean discussing and sharing a faith?  Do you have to evangelize in order to be practicing?

And what does it mean to be Catholic?  Is it a title bestowed upon someone at their baptism that means they're part of the in- (or out-) crowd?  Does it mean someone goes to Mass every week?  Does it mean they pray the rosary each day, know volumes about church history and Tradition, and visit the imprisoned monthly?

Are you  practicing Catholic or a non-practicing Catholic or a practicing non-Catholic or a non-practicing non-Catholic?  What are your opinions here?

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Investigating Lard

I've been hearing people talk about lard recently, and being the curious sort, I had to do some investigating.  I started at my local grocery store.  Lard is available by the pound.  Nutritionally, it matches up almost exactly with Crisco as neither contain trans fat and have the exact same fat grams and total calories.  Basically, if you're looking for health food, you won't find it in a box/tub of lard.  However, I did notice one very odd thing: there are no ingredients listed on the lard packaging.  That's just weird.

What is lard?  I knew before I picked up the package that lard is rendered fat.  Simple.  But I wondered if they were using pig fat or cow fat or some other source of fat.  I assumed the package would say "lard from a pig" or something to that effect, but it doesn't.  Just "lard and hydrogenated lard."  Okay for the first one, but what's that other part mean?  And how is it made?

You know when you pan-fry bacon and have all that grease left over?  That's rendered pig fat.  If you let it cool and solidify, it's basically lard.  If you are afraid of that hydrogenated bit, you can buy "leaf lard" (cut up pork fat) and render it yourself.  No hydrobits, but you'll probably have a mess, and you could very easily light your entire kitchen on fire doing this.  Suddenly hydrobits sound not so bad.

If Crisco and lard match up so exactly, what is the benefit of vegetable fat (oxymoron) over lard?  Less artery clogging?  I don't think so.  Less fat building up on the hips?  Probably not.  Easier to market to the public during WWII when lard was rationed?  Ooooh, ding ding ding, winner!  That's when Crisco took off.  Crisco can be marketed as a brand where lard... is just lard.  Crisco can be marketed as "vegetable fat" or "plant fat."  Sounds healthier, right?  When was the last time you trimmed the fat off your veggies?  Think about it.  The only process involved in creating lard is heating fat.  How, exactly, is Crisco made?  *shudder*  more chemical processes than I can shake ten sticks at.  Which creates a flakier crust, a better french fry, or a crispier drumstick?  Sources tell me lard wins.

Talk about a learning experience!  I made muffins last night, and since I already had it, I used Crisco.  But part of me is really interested in how lard could have changed the outcome.  Many of my older recipes from grandmothers (and their grandmothers) call for lard, so I'm curious how much better or worse things could taste.  Wouldn't it be amazing to discover the real flavor of food?

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

New Shoe Love

Isn't it amazing how a new pair of shoes can be so uplifting?  I bought the Ryka Revive 2 (in silver/firerose) shoes at a local retailer last night and fell in love immediately.  Finally, I found shoes widely available that fit my feet and didn't cost more than $100!  I did not know that was possible.

I've heard good things about Ryka.  They make durable shoes on women's lasts so they fit women's feet better than many of the other brands.  The brand tends to run narrow up to the arch and then widens out for the ball of the foot and toes.  This means the shoes fit tight to my ankle and across the arch, and my feet don't slip at all as I walk.  But the extra room at the toe box means my feet don't cramp as I walk or pinch my toes nearly as much.

The heel is even contoured or created so that I strike on the outer edge of my heel, not straight on the center like a robot.  It's much more natural and comfortable to walk right away in these shoes than to have to wear off the heel in my other all-terrain shoes.  Also, these are much, much lighter and more breathable than Merrell or Keen shoes (fully-lugged soles weigh a ton).

So my narrow feet are tightly bound in these new shoes, with toe wiggle room to boot (pun, sorry).  I might go purchase full-length gel insoles just to give a bit more squish, but those actually aren't necessary.  I'm thrilled and amazed at the same time.

And under $50? Icing on the cake.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Milling about Millenery

Did you know there isn't a hat shop between here and Portland?  I realize that hats aren't as in fashion as they were in the middle of last century, but I didn't think they'd fallen that far to the wayside.  Baseball caps can be found just about everywhere still, but they are only for men.  I did see some unfortunate looking sun hats at a few stores intended for women, but unless one is actually on the beach avoiding the sun, I can't see that as a good look.

There was a time when women had to wear hats.  It's impossible to think about the history of hats without looking to religion as a major reason for women wearing hats.  They didn't just keep the wearer's head warm, after all.  A woman showed her humility before God by wearing a hat.  A woman without a hat or head-covering was thought to be haughty and brazen.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not advocating women begin wearing hats once and for all.  I just find it sad that I can't find a hat even if I want to these days.  My grandma told me that her mother always wore hats and routinely changed out the decorations on the band.  It was a less expensive way to wear the same hat multiple times and still be fresh.  When women weren't wearing hats, they still wore bonnets, elaborate hair pieces (like fascinators), handkerchiefs, or at least a snood.

I'm also quite surprised at how hard it is to find hatmaking supplies.  Hat forms can cost hundreds of dollars.  Even Russian netting, useful for brides everywhere, is nearly impossible to find in a store.  Where are women buying hats these days?  How much is a reasonable price for a hat?  What styles of hats are currently popular?  Nobody knows anymore.  There are no hat shops.  And it makes me sad.

If anyone needs a good idea for a local business in Corvallis or the mid-valley, look no further!

Sunday, June 12, 2011

The Search for Feathers

Apparently there's a new trend out there where girls are tying long, skinny feathers in their hair.  I'd be fine with that if it was for a costume or like a whim for a day, but no, these girls are doing it permanently.  Like, they wash their hair with the feather still sewn in their hair.  The trend has been so intense that fishing tackle and fly shops are out of feathers.  Um, wow.

Luckily enough for me, however, I don't happen to want to participate in this season's hot new trend.  I was on the search for shorter and more neutral colored feathers than what the trend happens to be.  When I walked into our local fly shop and answered the nice store guy that, no, I was not intending to sew lime green turkey feathers in my hair, he was much nicer that he might have been.  I wanted them for a hat.

I'll rant about hats soon enough as that's another saga.  To summarize that story, I bought a straw hat this weekend in the shape of a sort of tall fedora.  It has a black edge on the straw brim, and I sewed a black twill hat band on it to sort of shorten the overall height visually.  I stuck mallard feathers in the band in a very classy sort of wing.  Pictures? Not at this time.

I also got some orange and black pheasant feathers and some purple spotted guinea feathers.  They'll probably end up either as another hat ornament or crafted into a fascinator.

Apparently Blogger thinks "fascinator" is not a word.  I assure you it is.  A fascinator is a sort of feathery or ribbony headpiece.  They can be as small as a a single feather on a Goody barrette (you know, those springy ones), or they can be as scary as that ribbon/pretzel/anatomical disaster a certain princess wore to a recent royal wedding.  I am planning to be more understated than poke-your-eyeballs-out scary.  Because scary? isn't something to which I aspire.

If you are searching for feathers in the mid-Willamette Valley, you might check out Michael's.  They have a small selection of pre-arranged feathers.  They also have peacock feathers at a pretty reasonable price.  They also have some of the natural brown and long, skinny feathers.  Backcountry Fly Shop in Corvallis has a very nice selection of mid-sized feathers in addition to some very outlandish longer and wider feathers.  They have squirrel tails and whole skins with the feathers still intact.  Very impressive.  Jo-Ann Fabrics didn't have anything from what I could see in the way of feathers, but I wasn't looking too hard as we were in a hurry to get the twill tape.

Hey, look at me, all on the cutting edge of fashion wearing feathers in my hair.  Except in a non-permanent, more grown-up and classy sort of way.

Friday, June 10, 2011

God Grew Tired of Us

The movie had been showing up in my Netflix recommendations for months, but I finally got around to watching it last night.  God Grew Tired of Us was so much more than I expected it to be!  The documentary follows the lives of a few young men, men very close to my own age, from their lives in Sudan during their civil war to Ethiopia and then Kenya.  I mean absolutely no disrespect to Native Americans by referencing their Trail of Tears across parts of this country, but these Lost Boys of Sudan? Same exact thing.  Except they were all twelve years old or younger, marching across some of the harshest land on earth with no adult supervision, during a war of genocide, with no food or water, while being hunted by not only armies but also the wild critters of Africa.  Oh, and there were twenty-six thousand of them.  And they had to move twice.  Some of the fortunate Lost Boys have been granted amnesty by the United States and now live in several cities across the country.

The documentary focuses especially on what they perceived their new home to be before arriving.  Their ideas of life here is almost comical.  But seeing them flip a light switch for the first time, handle chicken packed and frozen, taste their first potato chip, and encounter this entirely new civilization is so eye-opening even for me.  I had a hard time getting to sleep in my ultra-plush and quite stylish bed last night.  I felt incredibly vain powdering my face before work (SPF in a non-greasy form, it ain't for looks).  Even brushing my teeth with a fancy toothbrush felt luxurious.  Don't even get me started about driving my car four miles to work... *sigh

The documentary also gave me hope.  The civil war in Sudan ended recently, and southern Sudan will secede next month to form its own country.  The Lost Boys can go home.  They, after over a decade of life as a refugee, can return to their beautiful home.

If you get a chance, please watch the documentary.  It'll make you thankful, humble, and hopeful, too.

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

I need more craft space!

I've been considering options for craft storage for over a year now, and I haven't made much headway.  I don't like clutter or having to dust lots of stuff, and I don't particularly care for open shelving unless it's a bookcase with books on it.  I've seen lots of unique ribbon and thread storage, and I've seen beautiful sewing tables and desks.  None of these ideas have been particularly apartment-friendly though.  The whole "not much floor space" combined with the annoying "no holes in the walls" bit does make things difficult.

Right now I'm using a set of rolling plastic drawers for the majority of my craft supplies.  Well, the non-sewing supplies anyway, since those have spilled into a massive bin for scraps, a tote for threads and scissors and other notions, and another pile of odds-and-ends I'm not really sure goes anywhere else.  All of my plastic drawers are full, plus my desk is full of regular office-type supples (that double as craft supplies, really).

When I go to use my sewing machine, I have to take over the dining room table.  Now our Costco-special table is all fine and good for eating and such, but patio furniture does not make for a stable or comfortable sewing experience.  (Just don't knock the patio furniture for the style: it was cheap, it works, and, for patio furniture, it looks quite nice.)  I'd love to be able to leave my mess with the machine out for more than a day, but then my project is in the way of our eating dinner.  Also, it's pretty much right in the middle of everything.  I know I'm supposed to pick up my messes when I'm done working, but sometimes a mess just needs to stay a mess for two days or three weeks or whatever until the whole project is finished.  This, from a neat-freak!

I'm trying to think vertically.  I'm trying to consider what items I have and what items I want.  I'm hoping to be able to grow slowly into what I'm designing in my head, but sometimes my dreams are hard to contain.  Like the library The Man and I will have someday... oh the dreams!

Monday, June 06, 2011

Things got Cheesy this Weekend

I have officially eaten pizza five days in a row.  My body hates me.  None of it was gluten free.  All of it was greasy.  I'm making soup tonight loaded with veggies and real meat and a smidge of heavy cream (because, really, that's the only fat in my soup, and evaporated milk just doesn't give me the right richness my soup needs). Making my own soup means easy lunches for the rest of the week, yay!

I really did enjoy most of the pizza though.  We went to Walery's in Salem on Sunday to spend some time with good friends.  Greasy, hot, deliciousness.  My frozen pizza on Saturday night wasn't too bad either, though it was rather saucy.  And the Lean Pockets, an easy (and relatively healthy) lunch on both Friday and today, were pretty good.  They fill me up and hold me most of the afternoon.

When I wasn't eating pizza this weekend, I was moving.  Not from one home to the next, just physically moving. The Man and I went to my parents' house Saturday evening to wash our cars.  His needed a wipe-down compared to my poor car's scrubbing.  Mom and I both worked hard on my car and took longer together than The Man did working on his car by himself.  The inside got vacuumed, scrubbed, 409'ed, and wiped off.  We even cleaned around the gas cover thingy.  Short of tearing apart the engine, my car is as clean as it has ever been.  Poor thing needs to be waxed something awful, but maybe one of these days I'll set out for that type of icky job.  Just not today.

Sunday was super busy.  We got up early and left just after 8am to head over the mountains.  Not quite two hours later, we arrived at the Tillamook Cheese Factory.  The Man, a native Oregonian, had never been there, so I just had to remedy his lack of being places.  I think he was a bit underwhelmed, but we did enjoy tasting lots of yummy cheese and even spending more than we should have on plenty of treats.  Our whole adventure there only took about forty-five minutes.  I'd packed some snacks knowing we'd be buying cheese for lunch, so we hopped down to Netarts and had lunch on the bayfront while watching the tide go out.  Cheese, jerky, peanuts, corn chips, cheese, cookies, pop, cheese... it was a yummy lunch.  We hopped back in the car and drove straight through to Salem by 2:00pm for pizza at Walery's.  Phew.

We pretty much did nothing for the rest of our weekend.  Watched a movie, lounged around, tried to chill away headaches, and snacked on more yummy cheeses.

I have to say, though, no matter how many different kinds of cheese I eat, I always go back to Tillamook medium cheddar.  Always.

Friday, June 03, 2011

Still Kicking

Thankfully our apartment complex successfully fixed our chirping smoke detector yesterday.  I don't know how much longer I would have survived.

We've been busy lately.  The Man has been working until at least 7pm every night, more often 8pm or later.  I get frustrated since I don't know when to start dinner so that we can eat together and still have hot food, so we've been eating out more than we should.  What is should or shouldn't anyway?

Since he's been home later recently and I'm currently without a quilt to work on (a nice break), I've been playing our newest video game, L.A. Noire.  I'm already past the point where we'd played our game together, so I'm seeing new stuff now without having had The Man play through the scenes already.  It's quite a bit more challenging, but I have to use my noggin more also.  I have pretty good intuition and can usually tell a lie from the truth, but I'm still a horrible driver in the game.  I try to make it so my partner drives us to the next crime scene or location if I can.  In scenes where my character has to chase criminals on foot, I am not bad.  In the car chase scenes, I'm a disaster.  It's weird, too, since I'm fantastic at Mario Kart.  Boo.

No big exciting weekend plans for us.  I may be buying fabric for my next project, or I might not.  We talked about going to the coast on Saturday, but, of course, we might not.  Chores to do, video games to win, food to make.  And two beautiful days off.  I love weekends.

Thursday, June 02, 2011

My Smoke Detector Goes Off Randomly: Redux

Do you remember when I was living in my previous apartment long before The Man and I were an item and my smoke detector decided it wanted to go off full-bore in the middle of the night?  Remember that?

Good.  Now let me tell you about last night.

We're in a different apartment, under different management, with completely different smoke detectors.  Our current detector is hard-wired with a battery back-up.  And, yesterday morning, one of them chirped.  Meh, no worries, maybe a power surge or something, right?  By last night, the chirping had increased both in volume, duration, and frequency.  CHIRP.  CHIRP.  CHIRP.  Every five minutes.  Then less, maybe once an hour.  Then more often, a double-beep of CHIRP-CHIRP every three or so minutes.

I nearly tore one off the wall trying to figure out how to get inside.  I did determine that I did not have the tools to replace the batteries as I don't have some stupid screwdriver shape.  Blah.  We put everything back on the wall and called our after-hours maintenance pager.

You read that correctly, a pager.  Like, who in their right mind still uses a pager!?

When they finally called back, the informed me that my beeping smoke detector was not, in fact, an emergency.  I beg to differ.  They told me to poke the button to silence the alarm.  I did.  I poked long, I poked short, I poked and poked.  It would not stop chirping.  They said they'd visit tomorrow and fix it.

Which left me with a chirpy alarm ALL. NIGHT. LONG.  $#@!


We closed the door to the room with Chirpy McAnnoying and tried to sleep.  I mean, we really tried.  All I have to say today is that I've become an expert in the wiring of a smoke detector and that everything is exactly as it was at the beginning of my evening.  Argh.  We'll see if the complex managers actually fix anything by tonight.

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Love to see you go, Hate to see you leave

Okay, so maybe that title isn't quite how the saying goes, but that's how I've been feeling lately.  On several occasions, people in my life have been doing new and exciting things that are taking them away from me.  I'm thrilled they're moving on to the next part of their life, but, damnit, I don't want them to go away.

The Man's best friend and his wife are moving a state away.  We're beyond happy for them with the new opportunity, but a state is a long way in the west (if we lived in one of those little states on the other coast, this wouldn't be so miserable).  While technically our friends will still be within one day's drive, we won't be getting together for game nights anymore.  The guys won't have guy nights.  It sucks for us, but it's really, really good for them to go.  So what can we say?  Best of luck, we'll miss you bunches, and move back soon.

Our parish priest is moving on to a bigger and better position.  The last one also did the same thing (and we miss him dearly).  Here's to hoping our current priest sticks around as he's very good--and funny.

And, on a less serious note for Deadliest Catch fans: Edgar?  I understand why you have to go, but I hate to see you leave.  Most upstanding guy on the Bering Sea.  The show won't be the same without you.  Who else is going to push Jake's buttons?  Who else can stick it to Sig when he gets nasty?  You will be missed.

Is it wrong to feel selfish for wanting the best for people yet still wanting them to be a real, physical part of your life?  Ugh, sometimes I hate being a grown-up.