Let's See How Long I Can Keep This Up

The last two weekends of traveling and/or partying have begun to take their toll on me. Now I am all spacey and jittery (not a good combo at the office) from the cold medicine I took. So, this quiz is going to have a theme!

1) What physical ailment do you hate the most?
2) What medicine do you like the taste of?
3) What drug do you think you could get addicted to (I mean prescription!)
4) What do you do if your significant other is sick?
5) How many times a day do you wash your hands?
6) What is your method of convincing others (ie co-workers, parents) that you are sick when you really aren't?
7) Name something that always makes you feel better if you feeling under the weather.
8) *Bonus!* Where did the phrase "under the weather" originate?

Friendship Is Rare

That is not a lame sappy title, it's a Tenacious D reference. It is a poignant song, if the D can be poignant, but it makes me think of this weekend. I have wonderful friends, and I'm sure Beau feels that way too. They gave us the most awesome whirlwind bachelor/ette weekend ever! Just the right balance between good fun and dirty sin. I will post pics on Ofoto and Flickr ASAP. Saturday was my dream Vegas day -- lay out at the pool for 3 hours, shop at Caesar's, lay in bed watching TV, get cute and sexy, drink some, taxi to Rain in Palms, drink lots more, dance till 4:30! You guys are the best!

Post-Hump Day Quiz!

I am following in the footsteps of John and submitting to you a post-hump day (cuddling day?) quiz to complement his hump day questions:

1) Name something on TV that makes you cry whenever you see it.
2) Is speaker phone useful?
3) What would you name yourself, if you could?
4) What were you afraid of as a child?
5) Why is the sky blue?
6) Where do you get your best thinking done?
7) Damn, I had a good one and now I forget, I’ll post it later once it comes back to me in the middle of the night.

Birth and Growing Up

So my grandfather passed away last Friday. I'm not posting in a plea for sympathy. I've dealt with death before, but it's never the same. The thing I want to talk about is my return to my birthplace, the "friendly" community of Worthington, Ohio. No really, there's a sign that says "The Friendly Community," I have photographic proof from when I discovered this last time I visited, which was in high school which seems very far away now.

Every time I go back, I feel like an amnesiac recalling vague memories and amorphous images. When you are little, you pay no attention to where you are going, the relevant space between things, street names, locations. So, I have to constantly return to discover where exactly I was playing, where we would drive for our Sunday dinners with grandparents, what people were talking about when they would say, Olentangy Road (I only know how it sounds), Old River Road, or take 161. From childhood, I can only remember feelings, childish feelings of either fear (the lightening that struck the huge tree in our front yard and cracked it in half as Todd and I watched it come inches from the front window we were peering out of over our couch), embarrassment (when my huge bag of doll clothes ripped and overflowed while I was walking home from my best friend's house, leaving me stranded and crying, torn between trying to haul them by hand or leaving them and getting my mother), curiosity (seeing what would happen if I just left school and went home, or if I tried to pet the fish in our local stream or my captives in my fishbowl). I have to reconstruct all this from more and more mature points of view, i.e. older elementary age, high school, and now post-college.

This time is going to be hard considering we usually went to Ohio to visit my grandparents, only one of whom is still there. There is a sense of history and community that I have seen no where else. My grandpa is being placed in the church where I went to preschool and my parents got married (although, I have no recollection of what it looks like anymore, except a strange sensation of looking at it though our old Volvo window and catching bouncing glimpses of headstones as I swung and would briefly have a view of the grave yard at the height of my swing). Even the church steeple is dedicated to my grandparents who paid to have it refurbished. They are embedded in that community, as my mind is forever. A place like that becomes a mental community, a place where once great people like my grandpa are forever remembered for their deeds and a place that breeds vague memories and sensations. A place where the dead are remembered and the young create memories.

Ok, Ok

So, here’s a wedding update, among other things. Not much to tell really, at least nothing that I want to recount seeing as it’s all I think about lately. It’s the calm before the storm. Everyone is poised and ready. All in all, and every bridal magazine and planner would kill me for saying this, it wasn’t that hard to plan a wedding. My dress is hanging in my closet and I love it. Our rings came and I love them. I may be speaking too soon as the next 4 weeks are going to get crazy, but it’s not going to stress me out, I’m planning for the happiest day ever.

Although, I have been stressed about other things. Not so much stressed, as depressed. Constant reminders of how hard life, and death, is or can be. How’s that for an uplifting post! I promise to post more specific bridal updates and I’ll get brainstorming on an oh-so-entertaining quiz.

Here’s something strange and fun: www.animalhead.com

Googlage

Seems like Google can do just about anything.

Here's my favorite random Google-related feature.

I just like the stick figure animation.

(For the record, Mary kicked Beau's butt.)