rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)
Big Brothers Big Sisters hosted a free pizza party at Mr. Gatti's yesterday evening, and y'all know I can't say no to free food, so I took Briana. We actually both had a fun time. We each got a free buffet and drinks; I ate all the pizza, dessert pizza, breadsticks, mac and cheese, and cucumber slices I could hold, and I tried a new kind of pizza with barbecue sauce, chicken, and onions (it was yummy).

BBBS was also giving all the kids five dollars worth of tokens to play in Gatti-Land. I thought Briana might not want to do it, because she's older than a lot of kids in the program, but she said, "You're never too old for Gatti-Land!" so we went there after we stuffed ourselves. We played basketball and a few other games with another really nice Big & Little Sister; the girl to Briana's school, and she and her sister had been matched together for four years -- wow. Briana won way more tickets than I ever did and spent them on candy and a heart-shaped tube of glittery lip-gloss.

So I missed seeing yesterday's new NCIS episode "live," but I stayed too late and watched it online as soon as I got home from Gatti's. My notes run a little long because I honestly don't think I could find one thing to dislike about this episode! It was priceless!


A list of things to love about 10x09 "The Devil's Trifecta" )

Happy 5th night of Hanukkah! Sara has been trying to direct my present-opening so that I get open one present a night. So far I've gotten new ponytail-holders and new lights for my bike (both things I needed) and a CD of Hanukkah songs!

P.S. I think I finally finished the mat of plarn I've been crocheting! Which is hard to believe after working on it for six months. I do most of my crocheting while watching movies/TV, and Sara just said: "God forbid you sit here for one minute without eating or plarning or eating your plarn or plarning your food!" Ha!
rebecca_in_blue: (excited grin)
Today was Israel Day -- or as it's better known, Yom Yisrael (its Hebrew name). All of the multicolored decorations for the Maccabiah Games were taken down and replaced with blue and white ones (the colors of the Israeli flag). Israeli music played all day on the camp's speaker system, and miniature Israeli flags were hung from anything that stood still!

Photos under here! )

During lunch, the campers sang HaTikvah, the Israeli national anthem, and this song:

Am Yisrael chai! Od Avinu chai!
(The people of Israel live! Our God lives!)

For dinner, we had pita bread, felafel, and hummus. I ate most of it. While in France, I got very good at forcing myself to eat foods I don't like. (Normally, though, it's not a habit I practice.) That brings me to the one complaint I have about this camp -- the food here is too darn healthy! Their idea of dessert is a piece of honey cake, which is what we had tonight. Ugh! You can imagine what a shock this is to my sugar-loving system. I love being here, but I am looking forward to some fast food and soda when I get home.

After dinner, I tagged along with a group of campers to visit the camp's chicken coops. There were several hyperactive squealing girls and one lone boy. The counselors let a few of them in the coop at a time to pet and hold the chickens. The kids enjoyed it, but I don't think the chickens did. I heard one girl yelling, "Please don't peck me, Mr. Chicken! Or Mrs. Chicken!"



You can't really see it, but the two little girls in the back are holding a chicken between them. (This is a good photo for me.) I kept wanting to say, "Good morning, Mrs. Hen," a la Return to Oz.

After that, we had evening prayer services on the grass beside the lake. After that, the staff set up a store of Israeli/Jewish merchandise in the breezeway outside the dining hall. There was stuff like miniature flags, postcards, stickers, removable tattoos, decals, etc. that you could "buy" with photocopies of Israeli money. I bought a new bumper sticker for Muse Watson; it says something like "Go Green!" on it in Hebrew, according to the 12-ish-year-old camper who translated for me. There are actually several staff members and even a few campers here from Israel. I've heard a lot of Hebrew this week, but I don't think I'm learning any! I also got a little bag of potato chips that I'm munching on right now. Long live junk food!

Once again, I'm sweaty, grimy, and exhausted at the end of a long camp day. It's time to shower, do some reading, practice the Birkat Hamazon, and go to bed. Today I finally found the camp library, where I checked out Silver Days. It's not great, but I forgot to bring a book along and I have trouble falling asleep without reading something first.
rebecca_in_blue: (worried eyes)
Rebecca ate her first Big Mac today. (I know, but as much as I love fast food, I've never been big on hamburgers, only cheeseburgers.) It was surprisingly bland, difficult to eat, and not filling at all. Why in heck this is McDonald's #1, I have no idea. In other news...


Hope looks like this: the one brave seed that decided to sprout into something green, in spite of the fact that I managed to kill every other seed in the packet. And I'll probably kill this one, too!


Dead-and-gone looks like this: I finally got Sable's remains back from the vet. A little bag of gray ashes and bone fragments. I put it on a shelf in my closet. I don't know what to do with it, and right now I get all weepy just looking at it.
rebecca_in_blue: (excited grin)
We had a lay leader at Shabbat services tonight, and only a very small crowd turned out. (And guess what? Our social hall still smells like pickles!) While we were all leaving, Maggie decided to climb up on my bike seat -- which isn't easy when you have such short legs -- and I pushed her around. I was impressed, because I tried to get her to sit on my bike seat once before, but she was too scared. This time, she climbed right up there. Good for her!

After services, I biked down to the lakefront, where my city is currently holding a live-music festival that they hope will grow as big as Jazz Fest in New Orleans (yeah, right). I really couldn't care less about live music, but I heard there would be carnival food for sale, and you all know how much Rebecca loves carnival food. It was almost funny going from the quiet, solemn service at temple straight to the crowds, noise, and Zydeco music on the lake. I wondered around for a long time trying to decide between meats on sticks, nachos, pickles, ice cream, sno-cones, and funnel cakes!



I loved the back of this guy's shirt! Pour vous qui parlez français, il dit: Louisianne Association de Musique Française. This is the same amphitheater where the conga-drum line was hosted back here. Look at how much bigger the crowd is this time!


How cool is this concession stand? It was covered in historic old photographs of downtown city landmarks. I still bike past a lot of these buildings.


I finally bought a pulled-pork sandwich (YUM! I could eat my weight in that stuff!) and ate it in front of the lake, watching the sun set. No improvement necessary. Well, I was kinda bummed to be there by myself, but then a little girl whose dad was fishing off the marina wandered over and started talking to me. It was kinda weird -- exactly the sort of thing that young Rebecca never would've done -- but I made conversation with her until it got dark. And I was happy to bring home a cup from Let's Be Totally Clear, a cause I totally support!

I guess eating pork immediately after temple makes me a bad Jew, but going to hear a Zydeco band makes me a good Cajun!
rebecca_in_blue: (dozing off)
I had a pretty busy weekend here. For services on Friday, we had a very special guest rabbi-to-be, who's an amazing singer, and her fiancee, who's an amazing piano player. They did the most beautiful duet of "L'cha Dodi" that almost brought tears to my eyes. Best of all, it was followed by a delicious oneg! Oh, and apparently Rebecca has gained a reputation at temple as the girl who can eat half of the dessert table by herself. It is true, but I thought no one had noticed. Oh, who am I kidding? They probably all noticed back when I ate enough cream puffs for ten people.

On Sunday morning, there was another session of religious school. We had a guest teacher come and teach the kids about Purim. Purim is such a fun holiday, and our guest teacher is great lady, but the lesson... didn't go very well. Oh, well. After that, I had work, and after work, Sara and I went over to JC & Company's to watch the Oscars. I wanted to bring over Little Caesar's, but not everyone has my high tolerance for greasy foods, so Aunt Connie made tacos and a delicious yellow cake with chocolate icing (my favorite!) instead. Sara brought Coke in glass bottles, which we all enjoyed drinking out of.

I kinda dropped the ball on watching Oscar movies this year -- in fact, I think the only one I saw was The Help -- but I still enjoyed the show. The Good: Rico Rodriguez's pre-show sketch, Billy Crystal returning to host, Melissa McCarthy pulling vodka out of her bra, all those thick French accents from the cast and crew of The Artist, and Meryl Streep's win! The Bad: Jennifer Lopez and Cameron Diaz's ridiculous poses (didn't you just want to punch them?) and Angelina Jolie's random leg while presenting. The Child Actress:
The Descendants's 11-year-old Amara Miller. At least one child actress (age 17 or younger) has attended the Oscars every year since 2006! The previous ones were, in order, Lorraine Nicholson, Ivana Baquero, Abigail Breslin, Miley Cyrus (3), Saoirse Ronan, Rubina Ali, and Hailee Steinfeld. What a time to be alive! I wonder how long this will last?


Amara at the Oscars.

On the art calendar, I'm currently looking at Initial G with the Birth of the Virgin, a 14th-century (!) parchment painting by Don Silvestro dei Gherarducci. Can you believe it's almost March already?
rebecca_in_blue: (raised eyebrows)
You all know where Rebecca's priorities lie -- in her stomach! These are three recently-discovered foods that I'm thankful for:

1) Sweet and salty peanut granola bars. The perfect snack to eat at work.
2) Blueberry waffles. I don't really like blueberries by themselves, but put them in waffles, pancakes, or muffins, and they're my new best friends.
3) Mint-flavored Oreos. You've probably seen them -- they're the ones with green cream filling instead of white. I have to restrain myself from eating an entire pack at once. It's heaven in a cookie!

And while I'm on the subject of things to be thankful for, one of the movies we have in our break room at work is my old childhood favorite, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2: The Secret of the Ooze. It's up there with The Sound of Music as a movie I watched non-stop as a kid and can still recite from memory! Every time I walk into our break room and find it playing, it just makes me grin. "Look at those costumes! Man, I love this place!"


ETA: Oh my goodness, I just went to YouTube to find a video of the Vanilla Ice song at the end of the movie, but instead I found an upload of the movie dubbed in French! How awesome is that?!
rebecca_in_blue: (raised eyebrows)
There hasn't been much to blog about lately. Grandma is still dead, Sable is still alive, and Rebecca still isn't over this. Cold weather is back, and the coworker that I thought had quit is still employed. Ugh x 100! But on the plus side, as of today, only TWO WEEKS LEFT until NCIS's 200th episode. From the promo pictures and cast list, it definitely looks to be unique, if nothing else.

After Hebrew school last Saturday (Rabbi W was our guest teacher, and he brought a slide show of photos from his trip to Israel last year and talked to the kids about why each landmark was important to us as Jews – yay, Rebecca didn't have to do any teaching!) we had Torah study, and guess who got called on to read the hardest verses of the weekly Torah portion? Exodus 6:13-25 is nothing but one unpronounceable name after another! Ugh!

There might be something on the horizon I need to save for, so I've been trying to eat out less. It helped that I finished reading Angela's Ashes last week. It really made me appreciate what I have. There are scenes where the main character and his brothers have to beg, dig in dumpsters, and lick the crumbs and grease off fast-food wrappers. It was so depressing – especially because it was a true story – but also surprisingly funny and vibrant. And it made my life look damn luxurious. I'm now reading The Help, and it is very good too. I'm constantly guessing on what's going to happen next. I really hope I can read more books and less fanfiction in 2012 than I did in 2011, so please comment and recommend some books to me!

I've been trying to eat out less, but I cracked when I saw a Subway commercial for their new pulled pork sandwich. I tried one for dinner last night, and it was so messy and delicious and divine. I loved pulled pork, and I might not be able to stay away from it!
rebecca_in_blue: (red riding hood)
My Sassy Jewish Grandparents treated me and another friend of theirs to dinner after services tonight. We had a pizza and "Kentucky Derby pie" for dessert. The pie turned out to be delicious, but none of us had ever heard of it before, and we had a time trying to figure out what kind of pie it was. Our waiter tried to explain it to us, but he was Hispanic, and every time he said "pecan," his accent made it sound just like "bacon!" (The sad thing is that I actually would've been willing to try a pie that had bacon in it!) We all cracked up when we finally realized that he was trying to say "pecan" - it was a lot of fun.

My Sassy Cajun Grandma has been released from the hospital and is walking with a cane again. We visited her in the hospital on Wednesday (Bikur Cholim: the mitzvah of visiting the sick, one of the most important mitzvot), and she was very weak, but fortunately, she has kept all her wits about her. There's an old lady Grandma's age at temple who is prone to forget her husband's name, where she lives, and what year it is. It's a mitzvot, but I still hate going to hospitals, and having out-of-town relatives come in to visit her was generating its own drama, so I'm glad she's back home.

And now that she's out of the hospital, I can get back to what I'm best at - whining about superficial, unimportant stuff! Has anyone else seen the new trailer for The Hunger Games? It just came out this week, and Sara and I are not thrilled. Apparently Jennifer Lawrence doesn't realize that Katniss is supposed to come off as kinda cold and mean, not sweet and soft-hearted. The "I just can't afford to think that way" is especially bad. Ugh.




Me: Sneezes three times in a row. (I sneeze a lot at night.)
Sara: "Stop it! You're out of control!"
rebecca_in_blue: (excited grin)
Thanks to Tropical Storm Lee, it was windy and rainy all day Saturday and Sunday. Ugh. But Athena was in town this weekend for Labor Day, and as soon as I got off work on Sunday, I flew over to her parents' house to see her. She has started addressing me as "my Jewish cousin," which I don't mind, because I figure it's payback for a lifetime of me calling her "you Mormon." I stayed over there really late, and Athena and I went out for frozen yogurt at a new place that's just opened. They have sixteen different flavors of soft-serve, and every single topping you can imagine (sauces, sprinkles, candies, cookies, berries, fruits, nuts, marshmallows, cereals, and even crushed Pop-Tarts). I will be going back.

After Lee blew over, cool weather finally arrived - hallelujah! Today I woke up to divinely sunny blue skies and cool breezes. I figured it was a crime to be inside on a day like this, so I sat down in the shade with a good book (The Girl in the Green Raincoat) and then went bike-riding. I've also been able to start sleeping with my window open again! Hooray!

Only 15 DAYS LEFT until the Season 9 premiere of NCIS!

Happy Labor Day!

rebecca_in_blue: (red riding hood)

Hallelujah, a Little Caesar's Pizza finally opened in our strip mall! They were supposed to open forever ago, and for the last few weeks, our store has been fielding calls from people asking, "Is Little Caesar's open yet? When do they open?" How are we supposed to know? But today, they finally opened. Can you say cheap delicious pizza? But pizza from the gas station is still cheaper and slightly yummier, so I'll probably still be going there sometimes.

At our copy center earlier this week, I happened to find an e-mail a customer had printed praising Netanyahu, the Israeli prime minister. It was called "Congress gets an American president for a day," in reference to his last visit to DC, implying he's more American than Obama. Anyway, there was a list of everyone the e-mail had been sent to, and probably half of them were people I knew from the temple! This cracked me up so much.

Sara and I washed Sharon (her truck) and Muse Watson (my car) this week -- although for me, it was mostly an excuse to play in the sprinkler. Muse Watson wasn't too grimy, but Sharon was. I should've taken before and after pictures of her. We listened to Sara's iPod while we were washing them, and she did interpretive dance to Celine Dion and Disney songs. She's so crazy. Then we drove to the sno-cone stand -- yum. :)

It's hot as blazes down here, of course, and we're thinking of making a trip to Holly Beach and/or Blue Bayou at one point. Holly Beach is closer and cheaper, and even though it apparently has no amenities, a trip there would probably be worth it just to go swimming. (After all, what kind of summer has no swimming in it?) And I love swimming in the ocean. I could drift for hours. And I need to do some location-scouting for a mikvah. But no, Holly Beach wouldn't work.

rebecca_in_blue: (trembling hand)

While on her lunch hour today, Rebecca enjoyed the world's most delicious lunch: a cherry Coke, a Snickers bar, and slice of hot, delicious pizza from a gas station! The last two days were absolutely frigid, but today the sun finally came out, and it was even warm enough for me and Sable to eat outside on the grass. (He had a few bites of pizza crust.) If there's any better lunch than that in the world, I don't want to know.

On the drive back from my lunch back, I heard Willow Smith's infuriatingly catchy "Whip My Hair" on the radio, and when I absent-mindedly started singing it at work, one of my co-workers almost died laughing! Hmph.

It was so cold yesterday that a fountain in our neighborhood was frozen solid. The water had frozen in mid-spurt, and it was so beautiful that I wanted to take a picture. So I braved the cold, and I'd walked the whole frigid block before I realized the batteries in my camera were dead! I was so frustrated and freezing that I went back home, climbed into bed, and didn't again emerge until it was time to go to temple. Upon walking in, I almost got run over by one of my sassy Jewish grandfathers asking in horror, "Rebecca, you didn't ride your bike today, did you?" I was tempted to remind him that Rebecca's crazy, not stupid. Yeah, like I'd go bike-riding in 20-degree weather, Jacob. But I guess it was sweet that he cared.

I may have gotten the job that I interviewed for on Thursday. I just don't know if I want it or not. Decisions, decisions. I'm almost hoping that they don't offer me the job, so I'll be able to avoid making one.

P.S. I'm currently on Facebook in another window, and two friends felt the need to tell me that NCIS is on TV right now. Haha, I guess everybody knows what my obsession is. The shrink/flashback episode (A Man Walks Into a Bar) is this Tuesday. The wait is killing me!

rebecca_in_blue: (bemused shrug)

I had wanted to get this post up while we were still in January (barely). This is a list of things that I encountered for the first time in 2010. I know some of them are stupid, but I'm still proud of myself, because my life feels so stagnant sometimes, and this list makes it seem less so. I mean, most of things are things that I'd had no experience with at all before 2010, and by now, they've grown familiar to me.

     $3 chicken sandwiches. I admit, I thought they looked so cheap and disgusting when I first saw them in the supermarket deli. But then I tried one and discovered they were cheap and delicious! Unfortunately, the deli hasn't been making them as much lately, so now I usually have to request them from the people behind the counter. My friend EJ's sister used to work in this deli, and apparently she told him that I would come in looking for chicken sandwiches like a drug addict in need of a fix. Haha.

     Fanfiction. Before this year, I'd never really written a single fanfic. I took it up exactly halfway through 2010, after some NCIS plot-bunnies refused to leave me alone, and since then, I've completed twelve stories, have one currently in-progress, and several more ideas on the back burners. I don't think I could kick this habit if I tried. (It's embarrassing on several different levels to admit this.) 

     $4 pizzas. I know writing about this is was a mistake, since it'll definitely make me hungry. I first discovered a four-dollar pizza sale from the local pizza chain back in October 2009, right after Sara and I saw Paranormal Activity. The sale continued on and off throughout 2010, and I tried to snatch it up whenever I could. By spring, they stopped asking for my phone number when I ordered, and to thank me for my loyalty, they had the sale on for the NCIS Season 8 premiere. Which brings us to...

     NCIS. If you read this journal at all in the last twelve months, you know that 2010 will go down in history as the year that NCIS took over Rebecca's life. I literally slept, ate, lived, and breathed this show for a few months. I'm no longer quite as obsessed as I was when I first discovered it -- and I confess, I don't hate Abby as much as I used to -- but it still certainly has a bigger hold on me than any other TV show ever has. (Of course, I'm not a big TV watcher.) I never would've taken up fanfiction without it.

     No glasses. I still can't believe I finally lost my poor old glasses for good. Life without them doesn't suck as much as I thought it would, but I do still wish I had them. I know I could buy more, but instead I'm just relying solely on my contacts, which is pretty much what I was doing when I still had my glasses. Clue Steph from The Goonies: "You broke my glasses? You broke my glasses!"

     Shirley Temples. I've been a hard-core fan of the actress Shirley Temple since 2005, and I've been wanting to try the drink Shirley Temple for almost as long. It took me so long because I thought that you could only get them in bars -- shows what I know, right? -- and I never go to bars or drink alcohol. But then I finally discovered that some resteraunts serve them, too. I had my very first one in February, in a seafood resteraunt in Houston, and through the rest of 2010, I ordered them at several other places. I'm grateful that after waiting to taste them for so long, they didn't disappoint. Yum!

     Judaism. I saved this one for last because it's easily the deepest thing on this trivial little list. Although Judaism is something I've always felt connected to, in a way, I never thought I would ever start down the path to converting. I still remember the first day I rode my bike to services, August 27, and I can count on one hand the number of Shabbat services I've missed since then. The simple truth is that often when I'm riding back from a service, I feel like the richest, most powerful people in the world aren't as lucky as I am. It has changed my life in ways I never could've imagined.

Okay, okay, that's it for this trip down memory lane. And don't worry, I promise that's about serious as you'll ever hear me get.

rebecca_in_blue: (subtle sigh)

Some sort of drama went down at work today, and apparently at least two people got fired. I wasn't able to get the whole scoop (and don't think I didn't lurk outside Boss Man's door trying to eavesdrop) and I still have no idea why one of them would have been fired. Rebecca is one disappointed gossip.

I am still very serious about getting my name changed, and I still fully intend to do it – one day. (My mom apparently thinks it's just some phase I'm going through and also probably doesn't approve, which really pisses me off. Especially because I'm willing to bet any amount of money that if I were one of her sons, she would not only support my decision but pay all the court costs for me.) But court fees are expensive, Rebecca is poor, and so my new name will have to be moved to the back burner for a while. I don't want anyone to think I've forgotten about it. We'll see how much of a windfall I get from my birthday, Christmas, 2011's tax refund, and any relatives who might unexpectedly die.

The McDonald's that has stood in the same spot my entire life, less than ten minutes away from my apartment, is temporarily closed for remodeling. And by remodeling, I don't mean it's getting new floors or something. I mean the entire place was demolished with a wrecking ball – so completely that when I went there for a McFlurry on a hot day, forgetting it had been closed, all I found was dirt where it had once stood. (Now I know how Katniss felt standing on the ashes of her old home. Haha, just spoiled the opening scene of Mockingjay for you!) Sara works nearby and says the construction crews are out there every day, but since they're rebuilding from literally nothing, the new McDonald's won't be open until November. This has affected worse than I expected. That McDonald's was the best, cheapest, closest place to go for fast food. Where am I supposed to go until November? But then, it could be worse. I could be back in Villers-Cotterets, where the closest McDonald's was a 35-minute walk away in the cold. But at least there I had my goat cheese pizzas. I have no life for posting about this, I know.

ELEVEN ... DAYS ... LEFT until the Season 8 premiere of NCIS!

rebecca_in_blue: (trembling hand)
I went to sleep around two in the morning on Friday, only to wake up at eight with another asthma attack. It wasn't very bad, but my wheezing was so loud that it almost sounded like a siren going off in my ears. I had a sample of something called a “twisthaler” (rather than an inhaler) but it was not effective at all, so I finally hauled butt out of bed and got my prescriptions filled. What a money suck.


Tomorrow will kick off the real madness of Back-to-School. I know all the pandemonium before now will pale in comparison, but I've been dreading it for so long, it will be great to finally have it over with. Maybe it won't even be as bad I think. I have to work some long shifts this week, but we'll get pizza at least one day, and I've stocked up on chicken sandwiches to eat on my lunch. Those things are so cheap and delicious, I almost started doing a happy dance when I saw them in the supermarket.


I closed yesterday, and when my co-workers and I left, almost everyone of us moaned as we stepped outside, it was that hot. It was like walking into an oven. Today, though, was surprisingly cool and breezy in comparison, and I went for a nice long bike ride. (I keep running into my old high school math teacher, Mr. Vincent, who constantly power-walks the neighborhood.) A nice little hurricane or tropical storm would really hit the spot.


Please pray for Rebecca's sanity this week!

rebecca_in_blue: (bemused shrug)
I had another dream involving child actresses last night. (See also the one about Liz Taylor and the one about Anna Paquin & Victoire Thivisol.) In it, I'd just bought a DVD of this movie starring a really young Dakota Fanning (like, I Am Sam-era young), a Matilda-era Mara Wilson, and a modern-day Natalie Portman, who I think was playing Mara's mom. I can't remember anything about the actual movie, except that I really loved it and was so excited to have a copy.

Adam and I drove out to Iowa yesterday for the Rabbit Festival. I enjoyed the atmosphere and looking around at the booths, but I mostly just went for the carnival food. I love carnival food! (Carnival rides make me sick now, which makes me feel about as old as Grandma!) With the incredibly strong smells of boiled crawfish -- which, like coffee, I love the smell but not the taste of -- and onion rings bombarding my nose from every direction, it was really hard to limit my choices to nachos, funnel cakes, and fried oreos. Adam had a sno-cone and cotton candy. Would you believe he's curious as to what raw onions taste like, but wouldn't try a bite of delicious funnel cake? We also visited Celeste & Co. while there and met their dog Bo, who is so sweet that he reminded me of Dug from Up. Within a few minutes of meeting me, he was throwing himself in my lap and gazing up at me adoringly. The most amazing thing is that I could pull myself away from NCIS and leave the house at all that day.

The weather was nice enough while we were out yesterday, but last night was almost scary. It didn't rain much, but the wind was strong that I thought I was back in Villers-Cotterets. It practically shook the apartment building at some points, and I could hear it whooshing up and down the streets like it was alive. And angry.

Today I did my laundry at Grandma's, flipped through her TV Guide, and made a list of every NCIS episode coming on from Monday to Thursday. I put it up on our refrigerator, although I considered taping it to the corner of the TV screen. I'm so excited: tomorrow is "Judgment Day," the one where Jenny dies!!! I've been looking for that episode on YouTube since for weeks, but I've only found parts of it, so I never got the whole story on how she died. As much as I liked her and didn't want her to die, this is going to be awesome.

Tomorrow, it's back to the salt mines. There has been a lot of drama at work lately because one of my managers claims she's being disrespected. I think she's just taking her anger over her skunk-striped dye job out on us. Sara has said I'm "the definition of passive-aggressive" -- which is something I've seriously been trying to change -- but I'm nothing compared to some of my co-workers. They're having worse problems with Skunkhair than I am, because they tend to cry in the corner, roll their eyes, make sarcastic comments under their breath, and/or bitch to me when she pisses them off. I am working at honestly telling her when she pisses me off, and why.

I've also been trying to figure out how I got to be so passive-agressive in the first place. It sounds so whiny for anyone to still blame their problems on their mom when they're an adult, but I do think my mom's part of it. She's not a cruel person, but when she gets mad, she can say and do incredibly hurtful things. I don't remember ever trying to talk to her about this -- or about anything -- because it was always a given to me that she wouldn't apologize, wouldn't admit she'd done anything wrong, wouldn't change. I remembered recently that when I was a little kid, if I was doing I shouldn't, if someone said to me, even in a perfectly nice way, "Please don't do that," I would feel devastated and think they were angry with me. Is that normal? But then, is anyone? Think I'll go watch Matilda now.
rebecca_in_blue: (Default)

Any guesses as to where Rebecca was at midnight last night? She was bent double in a parking lot, trying not to throw up. Yesterday I made the mistake of drinking too much soda (my manager offered a free soda to anyone who sold a protection plan, and almost everyone did) and eating three meals, instead of my usual two. And it didn't help that one of those meals was nothing but chips, cheese, and salsa, which is my newest addiction.

It started on New Year's Eve, when I went to my visit my aunt's house. She had chips and salsa out on her counter, and I started eating some, more to have something to do than because I was hungry. Then I discovered that they were actually really good. So I bought some chips, cheese, and salsa for myself with my foodstamps, and I've been snacking on them almost every day since then. I always tell myself that I'm just going to have a few, and then I end up eating until I'm no longer hungry for a real meal.

Last night it all caught up with me. I must have thrown up three or four times. Then I finally crawled into bed, so weak and shaky and exhausted that I forgot to take my contacts out. I'd never fallen asleep with them in before, and it was terrible. All day today my eyes have been dry and stinging and very sensitive to light. It isn't so bad when I'm inside, but when I went out to drive to work, the bright light made my sight start swimming. And I was still stupid enough to try to drive! I only got a few blocks before I pulled over and let Sara drive.

I finally got a Christmas present from Adam yesterday, Anno's Britain. I've read it once, as much as you can read a book with no words, but I didn't recognize as much as I thought I would in this one. I really love the Anno books. If only he had made an Anno's France, then he would really be too perfect.

rebecca_in_blue: (pursed lips)
I sent in two more job applications today. They're jobs I would really like, but I'm not getting my hopes up again.

I'm still finding little ways to occupy my time. I'm recycling aluminum cans, something no one else in my family does, so I usually pick their empty cans out of the garbage. And I'm practicing daily on this piano-playing video game that Adam has. Right now I'm working on two little ditties called "Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree" and "Thine Be the Glory." I'm determined to be able to play one of them on the Mortimers' piano next time I'm at their house. Note: This may mean that I won't be going over to the Mortimers' for a few more weeks.

Adam's birthday is tomorrow. I've decided not to get him anything, since I'm unemployed and he has a pretty damn privileged life, when you think about it. (He doesn't have to pay for any of his own necessities, and Mom still gives him allowance, which he spends entirely on comic books and video games.)

I'm concerned about my sugar intake lately. I picked up some good habits in France; the only stuff I drank there was water, which was all they served in the school cantine; Coke Zero, which has no sugar; and fruit juice on the weekends. But both Mom and Grandma seem hell-bent on buying soda, which is sugar disguised as a beverage, and enough sweet stuff for any ten people. Seriously, you'd be amazed at how much candy, chocolate, etc. you could find in their houses. I think it must run in the family, because I've heard Grandpa Charlie was like this too. Anyway, I have to get out of these bad American habits. Of course Adam's birthday cake tomorrow won't make that easy.
rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)
Today's Funny Sarah Moment: The sun -- you know, that thing in the sky that light comes out of? -- made a brief appearance while Sarah and I were eating breakfast this morning. It was so bright that Sarah started making shadow figures on the wall behind our table. She made a bird, a rabbit, and a face.
Me: You're really good at that, Sarah.
Sarah: Is easy. I think you can try.
(I try to do a face like the one Sarah is making, but mine isn't very good.)
Sarah: Oh, I think your face is very ugly.
Me: (laughing hysterically)

This afternoon, the sun made another brief appeareance while I was wasting time working in the computer room. I decided to enjoy it by taking a walk to the supermarket to drop off my disposable camera. By the time I got to my room, got my stuff together, and pulled my coat, the sun had not only disappeared, but it was raining. And this is the second time this has happened this week! It was sunny Saturday morning and I wanted to take a walk to the cemetery and take some photographs for Find-a-Grave, but within a few minutes it was cloudy and raining. Grrr...

But it wasn't a total waste, because I went to the supermarket anyway, dropped off my camera, and did a little shopping. And what did I find? A package of Oreos! Oreos! I had a craving for them a few months ago and looked for them in every store in town, but I wasn't surprised when I didn't find any. One of my French professors told me that Oreos are a joke in France, and this professor once bought some Oreos to his friends so they could try them and laugh at the crap Americans eat. (I am not kidding.) When I saw them today, I stopped in the middle of the aisle and just stared at them, I was so shocked. Of course I bought a pack, and I've already decided that I'm going to eat them all myself and not share with the other assistants. I'm not even sorry.
rebecca_in_blue: (worried eyes)
I was online yesterday when I saw a news headline that made my jaw drop: "Which Harry Potter character did JK Rowling reveal as gay?" Of course I immediately clicked on the article (my first guess, by the way, was Sirius; there are huge rumors among fans that he was gay and in love with James or Remus) and my jaw dropped again as I read it. It wasn't Sirius – it was Dumbledore! Apparently Jo Rowling was at a press conference with her fans, and one of them asked about Dumbledore's love life, and Rowling came right out and said that he was gay. I was so shocked that I sent a text message of the news to Sara, Adam, and Athena. (Athena texted back, "You mean the actor who plays him?") Today I checked my e-mail and discovered that both Sara and Adam had read the article before I did and sent me links to it. I wish I coud talk to them about it. What's ironic is that when we discovered in the seventh book that Dumbledore and Grindelwald used to be friends, I made jokes about how they met when they were young men working as ranch hands on Brokeback Mountain.

Anyway, after I got over that shock, Heather, Nakeisha, and I went to McDonald's yesterday. It was a long walk, especially in the cloudy, cold weather, but we were desperate for some familiar food. And since we knew we wouldn't be able to come back for another week at least, we decided to make the most of this visit. We stayed in McDonald's for over an hour, spent about ten Euros each, and stuffed our faces. They played American music inside the resteraunt, and we heard "Wake Me Up When September Ends," "How to Save a Life," and a fairly recent song called "Hey There Delilah." This last one came on while I was eating my chicken nuggets, and I suddenly remembered one hot day when I worked at the bookstore and drove to the McDonald's across the street to eat the same meal of chicken nuggets, French fries, and Coke, and I heard the same song on the truck radio. It made me more than a little homesick to remember the heat, the sun, and driving my truck, and being in a country where I spoke the language, then to look out the window and see that I was in France, where it was cold and people usually spoke too fast for me to understand.

A thousand miles seems pretty far,
But they've got planes and trains and cars.
I'd walk to you if I had no other way.
Our friends would all make fun of us,
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way.
rebecca_in_blue: (red riding hood)
I woke up today resolved to finally go visit the war cemetery here in Villers-Cotterets. Yes, I like visiting cemeteries; I don't know why, but I'm sure Sara's to blame. I had meant to go last weekend, but I didn't have time before we left for Amiens. And I'd meant to go yesterday, but I went out with Marlena instead. And I meant to go today, but on my way there, I found the street was blocked off by what looked like a garage sale. I decided to browse a little and soon discovered that it was actually a big street fair stretching across several blocks.

I spent the rest of the afternoon browsing around and didn't get to the cemetery yet again. Most of the stuff for sale was cheap, old, or broken, like what you would see in a flea market, but I did find two adorable little Christmas ornaments that I will mail home later. There were a ton of books for sale, and I looked and looked for a French Baby-Sitters Club book, but I couldn't find one. There was also a little stand selling carnival food. I bought a candy apple and it was delicious. I haven't had a candy apple in so long that I can't even remember the last time I ate one, and given my memory, that is saying something.

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