Five Favorite Friday: June 27, 2014

Oh man… it’s Friday.  When did that happen?

 

 

  1. The Secret Diary of Lizzie Bennet: A Novel by Bernie Su and Kate Rorick.  I’ve been reading/listening to this adaptation of an adaptation that totally could become an adaptation.  It is all the background secrets and stories that I imagined it and then some.  And so my every free moment is spent on it.  It will be finished by the end of the weekend, and I will get a *glowing* review soon.
  2. Okay you guys, bananas aren’t very glamorous, but they are very very very tasty and easy to eat, and largely guilt free.
  3. The Quotes blanket from Barnes and Nobel BookBoy and Mom both bought me independently.  It’s the perfect weight and cuddlyness and it washes well, and the AC is killing me at home.
  4. Tomorrow’s start of hiking and camping season.  The weather isn’t very summery, but in Oregon you’ve got to take the trail by the horns and run with it.  We’re doing about 5.5 miles, so wish me luck!
  5. The Corporate Operations Team at work.  We had a hard week in terms of the work, and their attitude and cooperative nature really made it not awful.

What do you loves this week?

Happy Friday! Love, Mae

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The Funniest Thing I’ve Seen All Week

http://deweydecimalsbutler.wordpress.com/2014/06/09/literary-moments-awkward-conversation-award-of-the-month-june-2014/

What would have happened if she said “he’s adopted”???  Also, what kind of Dad are you, if your first thought is that…

Oye.  People are stupid.  I’m glad you guys aren’t!

XOXOX Mae

Single Girl Questions

If I drink my whisky straight will you think I’m too hard nosed in blue jeans?  Or will a skirt do to allay those fears?  If I use my fork and knife correctly am I too pretentious and unAmerican?  Will the heels that push me past 6 foot emasculate you?  Will eating carbs look fat?  Does my a** look fat in these pants?  Can I wear pants on the first date?  The second date?  The third date?  When can I wear a baseball hat?  Does having a condom make me look fast?  Or prepared?  Does the fact I don’t belong to a political party make me seem disengaged?  Or smart?  Is it okay that sometimes I am disengaged?  Does my English degree seem too girly?  Are my boots too masculine?  How much eyeliner is too much?  How little is too little?  Can we just eat in a nice resturant- is that too much to ask?  And can it have napkins and silverware, and not wheels underneath it?  Can you hold my hand?  Can I hold yours?  Can you not kiss me on the first date?  Can I kiss you on the first date?  Where is this going if you have a cat and I’m allergic?  Do you mind that I hate my job?  Do you mind if I actually like to shop?  Am I too much of a princess to want to stand in the rain to see a bad movie?  Could you put your phone down?  Is my phone really something you can judge me by?  Did you just stick your fingers in your water glass?  Do we have to see the romantic comdey?  Can I talk about super heros without being too much of a dork?  Can I hide my dorkiness forever- no wait- can you live with this level of dorkiness?

Because that is the real question…

 

Reflections On Memorial Day 2014

I haven’t really posted this week, because my thoughts have been lost in a maze brought on by the events this week- Memorial Day, memories, and the sacrifices of those who serve in the world’s military’s.

Memorial Day is always a funny holiday for me.  By the estimates of flag waving, cemetery visiting, flower laying patriotism, I am a horrible American.  I say this because I do not flag wave.  I do not own a tee shirt that bears the American flag.  I don’t got to the parades, or watch the TV specials, and I never visit the National or Service Cemetery on holiday weekends.  I avoid bunting at all costs (that’s the swaggy stuff with red, white and blue stripes they hang off the tops of buildings), and I’m not of Facebook calling for our troops to come home, or for more funding for the war, or participating in the holiday support off of who can love soldiers more.

This is all true because I have known and loved service people all of my life.  I was born to two of them, the granddaughter of more.  I am a service brat, filled with connections across the branches, I have friends in regular active combat in places where we’re not even at war.  And so I do not need a handful of  holidays to remember them.  What I need on Memorial Day, is a day off, and so that is what I take.

Army Pfc. Joseph Jeffries

10 years ago today a friend of mine, Army Pfc. Joseph Jeffries was killed in action in Afghanistan.  We call him Joey. And I remember him.  Not when I see flags at a cemetery, or when someone calls his name on the capitol steps, but when I see pictures of the son he never met, or ride in a truck on a summer day with the windows rolled down and the music turned up.  His life in the service was not tragic, his life in general was not sad- just as most military lives aren’t.  Joey was a young man, happy to serve his country, happy to love his wife, happy to know a a child was on the way.  Because that was his life, just like everyone else’s.  Sure there’s a higher risk of death when combat is a part of your job description, but that single part of life does not dominate your day to day existence.

And so, as another Memorial Day passed, with it’s flag waving and parade marching, I reject the notion of a somber occasion, filled with tears and the salutes by those who never served.  I reject the notion that we should remember those who have fallen by sitting at graves and weeping at parades.  I remember Joey as a friend.  An older brother who picked on me, and laughed at my singing, and would roll his eyes when he was forced to be our driver.  I remember him trying (and succeeding) to scare the hajeebeza out of me while I was sleeping in a tent alone.  I remember him covered in paint, chasing me to hug me in a nice church dress.  He would sneak me veggies off his plate, pick me up rather than say “excuse me” when I was in his way, and steal food from the Tupperware parties our Moms used to host.

And I honor him by living my life the way we would have lived if he was still alive.  Joey didn’t want our lives to be sad, or focused on war.  He wanted to help protect his country, his family, and the way of life his friends loved.  And so I remember, but I do not dwell.

Loves, Mae

Five Favorite Friday: May 23, 2014

First Friday of the Summer!  Time to break out the pick-up trucks, tents and BBQ’s!

  1. ITChef and his hoe cakes.  Seriously you guys, one of my IT guys is a former chef, and he makes us breakfast sometimes, and today we had hoe cakes and holy hell- IT delivered me breakfast (and bacon).  Happy day!
  2. My Old Navy Denim jacket.  It is my silent protest against the excessive use of the air conditioning in my department, since my boss is apparently having hot flashes, and can’t give up her cable knit sweaters so the rest of us don’t die of hypothermia.  (she hates denim in the office, and thinks we shouldn’t wear jackets but she cant say anything, because hello- I’m freezing!)
  3. The abundance of Farmers Markets in the Portland Metro Area.  I think I will hit 2-3 this weekend, just for the atmosphere.
  4. The end of the never finally ending training schedule.  Every night for almost two weeks, I had a meeting or training (teaching and receiving), after work.  It was a rarity to get home before 10, and dinner had become a supply drop situation thanks to Mom and Dad.  Now it’s done, and I’m ready for some happy hour (until next week, when the actual summer activity schedule kicks in).
  5. Memorial Day.  I appreciate the day off, I really do, but more importantly to me, I appreciate what this day is meant to stand for- the service men and women, their acts of sacrifice for our country, and acknowledged them for it.  My father is a US Veteran, and my mother is a Canadian Veteran, and I know just what it cost them (and our family) to serve, and I’m so glad they did.

What do you loves this week?

Happy Friday! Love, Mae

Five Favorite Friday: May 15, 2014

Ya’ll I haven’t a night off this week.  As in the last time I wasn’t booked up being a responsible social person was last Thursday… and the next night off I can see is next Tuesday.  I’m drowning in the need to drown my sorrows exhaustion in some soy cream (which I don’t have time to pick up) and laundry doing (I’m about to be going commando if I can’t get it together real soon).

from Summer Girl 101 at http://summergirl101blog.tumblr.com/

  1. Trader Joe’s Soy Cream.  It is simply the best dairy alternative in town and I’m out, and I don’t have time to go get some at the store, and I’m sad.  Really really sad.
  2. Dad sponsored late night Dairy Queen Blizzard runs.  This is family summer tradition, where I “take the hit” with dairy and accept the stomach ache and internal hives (yes that’s a thing and no it’s not fun).  Dad throws everyone in the car, just before bedtime, and we get whatever we want.  He is Awesome, and our Blizzard season started this week, when we went over 85* in the Valley.
  3. The ever ridiculously helpful BookBoy and his Handyman tendencies.  Since BookBoy is working as a handyman while on break from being a freaking genius at school, I feel guilty using his talents, but I occasionally break down for Girl Scouts and asked.  He came over to help me with one project for the girls (making bead looms) then found me examining another project, and ended up spending half an hour assisting in the dismantling of an old desk to make way for my new desk.  I did not ask for help- he just jumped in.  Because he’s awesome like that.
  4. Spring Cleaning.  Okay maybe not- but I do love the result of culling the shelves, closets and flat surfaces so I can move the book collection that now has a person sized spot on the bed to new home.  With my new IKEA purchases from two weeks ago (and BookBoy’s assistance) I am quickly too freaking slowly moving towards better organization.
  5. Summer Hours at work.  I don’t like getting up early- seriously.  As in there have been punches thrown about it, and I broke multiple alarm clocks, back when people still had alarm clocks (my phone has insurance for this precise reason).  But my boss agreed to a skewed 8-4.30 shift for the summer, so I can do some extra volunteer hours, and get a little sunshine in my life.  I think I’ll take up sleeping.

Hows your week going?  Are you getting any sleep?  Or sunshine at least?

Friday Loves, Mae