rebecca_in_blue: (excited grin)
Sara and I dropped Tovah off at Mom's house last night. When we packed up her dishes, litter box, and cat tree, she got so scared that she hid under Sara's bed and spent the whole drive meowing like she was begging for her life. Maybe she thought she was going back to the pound. But once she saw that she was just going to another house where she's still the only cat, she seemed okay. Sara has put up more of a fuss than Tovah did. "My poor BABY! I miss her so MUCH!" When we dropped her off, Adam and I quoted the exchange from that episode of Star Trek where Data has to leave Spot with Warf. Hahaha!

Our trip up here was uneventful, just looong. And the stretch from northern Louisiana into southern Arkansas almost did me in. About forty miles of highway that had signs every five feet reading Speed Limit 55, Speed limit enforced by radar, and Speed Zone Ahead. Ugh! We drove from here to Little Rock, but we only had to map the route between Natchitoches and Little Rock, because we still remember the way to Natchitoches that well. It felt so good to get out of the truck after we finally found Athena and Josh's place. Athena was standing in her front lawn waving -- haha, I love her! We had dinner at the Red Lobster here (Sara insisted, of course) and watched Taken 2.

Some lol's of our trip so far...
Sara: "Look, look!" Both of us, in unison: "It's black silhouetted cowboy leaning against fencepost!"
Me: "We need a trash bag." Sara: "There's no room for a trash bag! There's barely enough room for us!"
Sara: "Wait a minute. Is this... One Direction?" Me: [singing along with You Don't Know You're Beautiful] "Yes!" (Sara refused to listen to any "Jew songs" or Les Miserables, but I did have to listen to "Merry Go 'Round" and "Begin Again" three times each! Hmph.)
Me: [ranking the best Jean Valjeans] "It goes like this. Alfie Boe, Hugh Jackman, and then, if there's any room left at the bottom, Colm Wilkinson." Athena: [gasp] "Blasphemy!"
Sara: "What sort of gun is it? I mean, what does it shoot?" Athena: "It shoots bullets, Sara." Sara: "Well, I thought maybe it shot beanbags or something." Rebecca: [dies laughing]

P.S. It's so cold up here! You know you're from the south when Arkansas is too cold for you!
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: (raised eyebrows)
I've been working on cleaning out the apartment for the past week or so. Partly because Sara and I are hoping to move later this month, and partly in preparation for Passover. (Did you knows it's a mitzvah for Jews to clean their houses before Passover?) It starts this Friday, and my temple is having a congregational seder. I can't wait!

Anyway, I have bags and boxes of stuff to either throw out, recycle, or donate. Last night, I tackled two drawers full of old papers and found that I held onto some very pointless, painfully embarrassing stuff. (Sara says that I'll end up like one of those people on Hoarders. Har har.) I had to look at every page to make sure I wasn't recycling anything I wanted to keep. For example, between several issues of my middle school student newspaper -- What the hell? Why did I save those? -- I found a drawing that my grandfather, whom I never knew, mailed to my dad when he was in the army.

I'm recycling large chunks of journals I kept during middle and high schools. I reread them last night, and it's almost hard to believe that all six members of my family ever lived in one house. It was such a monumentally bad living arrangement. There were several long, angry entries about how Mom believed whatever Adam told her, never wanted to hear my or Sara's side of the story on anything, never disciplined him, and often punished us for things he did. Most of it wasn't an exaggeration. My mom has mellowed a lot in recent years, but when we were kids, the smallest thing would throw her into the worst rages. I walked on eggshells around her (and out of habit, I still do) because I never knew what would set her off.

There was also an angry entry at Christmas one year when I gave Adam a new copy of a book he wanted (purchased at an overprice bookstore, since shopping online didn't exist back then) and he gave me a bag of chocolate-covered peanuts clearly labelled $1. And at least once a year, from middle school up through high school, there was an entry about how I was rereading Watership Down and how much I loved it. It's still my favorite book, and Adam still gives crappy gifts. Some things never change!

Me: [reading a movie magazine] What's method acting?
Sara: It's when actors draw from their personal experiences to convey emotions. James Dean, Marlon Brando, and Shirley Temple were all early pioneers.
Me: [dies laughing]
rebecca_in_blue: (worried eyes)
Midnight in Paris was very good, and so was Hugo, which I watched with Adam tonight. I was surprised by how sincerely feel-good and touching it was, without being too sappy. I hope I can stick to my goal of watching at least one child actress movie a month for the rest of the year. I can't believe I'm posting this and encouraging her craziness, but Sara decided to braid my hair while we watched Midnight in Paris, and this was the result. Believe me, it looked so much worse in person!

Most embarrassing photo ever under here! )

Anyway, now onto a more serious subject. This morning, we had another session of the temple's Hebrew school.

Thank goodness no one from my temple knows about this blog, because Rebecca's about to go on a long, somewhat angry rant. )

After Hebrew school, the adults had Torah study. Rabbi W asked me to talk to a lady in our congregation who's in the conversion process about the beit din and mikvah. It was so surreal for me, because it feels like just yesterday, I was the one asking questions about that, not answering them.
rebecca_in_blue: (red riding hood)
At services last Friday, our rabbi and temple president had arranged for a group from a local church to visit. One of my cousins happened to be among them, and to my utter mortification, I didn't even recognize her! She actually had to tell me who she was. In my defense, I hadn't seen her since Easter, and it can throw you when you see somebody you know in a place you didn't expect.

This morning, there was another session of the temple's Sunday school (the one Rebecca somehow got roped into teaching) and to my surprise, it was fun for both me and the kids. The other teachers and I showed them a movie about Hanukkah and helped them with a craft project where we made menorahs and edible dreidels. I brought several of my cute, colorful little dreidels (which you can see here) for them to play with, and they were a BIG hit - so much so that I was worried I wouldn't get them back! We decided to save the chocolate gelt for when Hanukkah is actually here, so instead the kids played with Hershey Kisses.

Still, it's hard not to feel out of my league there. The other teachers all have so much more experience with kids, and their Hebrew/knowledge of Judaism in general is way better than mine. I've never formally studied Hebrew and haven't even been officially Jewish for six months! But I'm secretly terrified that if I don't push myself to try new experiences, I'll end a mean, bitter old lady like the temple secretary (whom all the kids - and me - are scared of).

I came home with a bag of marshmallows leftover from the edible dreidels, and Sara said, "What's that? Marshmallows made from the blood of the Christian children you killed?"

Sara and I are reading Children in the Holocaust and World War II: Their Secret Diaries. It's been very good. Anne Frank is easily the most famous Holocaust diarist known here, but in Israel and some European countries, there are others who are just as well-known. Eva Heyman's diary has been the hardest for me to read so far. Sara read one that mentioned the Anschluss and asked me what it was. I tried to explain it by reminding her that it was referenced in The Sound of Music.

Sara: Uncle Max was screwed at the end of that movie, wasn't he?
Me: Uncle Max? Why?
Sara: 'Cause he was a Jew.
Me: Uncle Max wasn't a Jew. Hello, if he was a Jew, why didn't he leave Austria with the von Trapp family?
Sara: Maybe he didn't know what was going to happen.
Me: Uncle Max was not trash stupid, and he was not a Jew.
Sara: Hello, "I'll miss the money I could've made"? That's how you know he's a Jew.
{Something occured to me later about Uncle Max: Jewish? No. But gay? Possibly, and that also would've left him screwed at the end of the movie.}

P.S. God bless the radio stations that are still playing regular, non-Christmas music! I think the only Christmas song left that I'm not sick of is "Christmastime Is Here."
rebecca_in_blue: (dozing off)
Well, Thanksgiving Day had a few bumps this year, but for the most part, it's a holiday I really love. I love that it's a national holiday that ALL Americans can celebrate, not a religious one that excludes non-Christians. (I'm already sick of Christmas!) I thought Thanksgiving was uniquely American for years, but in 2007, when I had to teach my French classes about it, I did some research and discovered that they celebrate it in Canada, too. I love that it's not a gift-giving holiday, so the mass market hasn't been able to commercialize the life out of it, and I don't have to deal with the money and stress of finding the perfect gift. I love that it's a holiday devoted to just being thankful for what you have. I think even the most pessimistic people can find something to be grateful for on Thanksgiving. As for me, last week, my bad-ass Cajun grandma was in the hospital; this week, I'm thankful that Grandma is home again.

Still, I've been so nostalgic for last year, when all Sara and I had to do was walk over to Grandma's house and everyone was there. I visited that house earlier this week, peered in the windows, and almost didn't recognize the place. *sigh*

In other news, Sara has told me that Mom is getting me "Jew stuff" for Hanukkah. (She loves to the spoil the surprise for you. She'd tell me what all my gifts are if I let her.) I'm kinda surprised by this, because Mom, like most people in our family, doesn't know a lot about Judaism. Me: "What kind of Jew stuff is she getting me?" Sara: "Um, I think it's a bunch of yellow stars to sew on all your clothes." Me: "That is not funny!"
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)
Sara: "Why didn't Moses get enter the Promised Land?"
Me: "Because God decreed that he wouldn't."
Sara: "Why? Because Moses didn't invoke God's name when he struck the rock to yield water in the desert?"
Me: [jaw hanging on the ground]

Honestly, I don't know when I've ever been more shocked. She also decided that Sable's Hebrew name is Shlomo (which is a real Hebrew name, by the way, the Hebrew form of Solomon), which cracked me up to no end. Now all three of us have Hebrew names!

rebecca_in_blue: (stiff shoulders)
As of today, Rebecca's been officially Jewish for one month... and I'm beginning to think my Star of David necklace might as well be a sign that says, "Hello, random stranger, please approach me and make ignorant and/or offensive comments about Judaism." Here's a small sample of the things I've heard since I started wearing it:

"The enemy doesn't want you to know this, but you can have a relationship with Jesus too!" and more behind this impossibly difficult cut. )

On a somewhat similar note, X-Men: First Class was released on DVD yesterday, and Sara, Adam, Sable, and I all watched it last night. Some funnies, mostly courtesy of Sara:

"Rebecca has to go down with the Jews! She promised!" )

Riding my bike home from services yesterday, I saw an awful sight: an estate sale in progress at Grandma's old house! It kinda drove it all home. Everything left in the hosue that wasn't nailed down was for sale, and even though most of it was stuff I didn't care about, I hated to see strangers buying it. I snuck in and stole took the "Bless Our Home" plague that'd been above Grandma's mantle for as long as I could remember. I don't know what I'm going to do with it, but I just did not want to see it sold. (Update: You can see the plaque in our new apartment here.) We've also got the old, no-longer-functiong clock from her kitchen. I wish we could take more of Grandma's stuff, but we just don't have room for anything in this shoebox of an apartment. Besides, I have to remind myself that those things are just things.

P.S. LiveJournal has been a real pain lately. Making the cut in this post was damn near impossible, creating a bulleted list actually was impossible, and I still can't edit my old entries! I've been with LJ since 2007, but their editors are such a mess that I've seriously considered abandoning this journal.

TEN DAYS LEFT until the Season 9 premiere of NCIS!
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: (Default)

Hallelujah, we finally got some rain in the last few days! I was actually excited to see it. And that I live in Louisiana and am excited about rain gives you an idea of how dry it's been this summer. I also (finally) got my prompts in from [ profile] ncis_ficathon. It's for a pairing that I would never usually write -- which, of course, is bound to happen when you don't ship anyone -- but I think I can do it if I make some altercations to one of my works-in-progress. I'm glad now I waited to publish it.

Exactly halfway through the day yesterday, my throat got sore and my nose started running. By the end of the day, my nose was a faucet and my throat was on fire! Ugh! So I took some medicine and crawled into bed to recuperate, not dragging myself out until this afternoon when I went to see X-Men: First Class again, this time with Sara. This time we got there early enough to see the previews, and boy, did they suck mightily. But Sara's sarcastic commentary cracked me up, especially:

Emma Frost: Where's your telepath friend?
Magneto: He's gone.
Sara: We broke up.
Magneto: He's left a void in my life.
Sara: And in my bed!

Adam and I are considering writing a crackfic to X-Men 3 (a truly awful movie that you can read my opinion of here). The other night, Adam showed me a video review of X-Men Origins: Wolverine, making fun of how awful it was, and I pointed out that Wolverine spends virtually the entire movie in a sleeveless white t-shirt.

Me: Do you think he has a closet full of them, like how Taylor Swift has a closet full of sparkly gold dresses?
Adam: Who's Taylor Swift?
Me: What?
Adam: Is he a singer, or something?
Me: Taylor Swift! Come on, you know! Mine? Fearless? Love Story? Fifteen? You Belong With Me?
Adam: *staring at me blankly*
[In his defense, he's a guy and most of her listeners are women, but still, seriously, how do you not know Taylor Swift?]

Yesterday I had an encounter with a person I went to high school (ugh, uncomfortable) and discovered that with some friends-and-relations, Grandma is somehow better at keeping up with their news than I am, even though I have a Facebook page and she doesn't even know what Facebook is.

P.S. I am thinking about joining Big Brothers Big Sisters.

rebecca_in_blue: (raised eyebrows)

I had a long, nonsensical conversation with my sister the other night, in which she kept ordering me to bring her a "dog pet," then a "dog pillow," and got mad when I didn't know what the hell she was talking about. We went on in that vein for a while before I finally realized she was talking in her sleep. (Heaven help me, she's crazy even in her sleep!) She told me later that she didn't know what she was talking about, except that it seemed really obvious. Also...

[Upon getting back from having coffee with my sassy Jewish grandfather]

Sara: Where have you been?
Me: Oh, I met Mr. G----.
Sara: Where? At some kind of no-tell motel?

Sara: Remember that old TV show of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Do you remember, there was this one episode where they found a magic pizza box that was never empty? Like, every time they opened it up, there would be a pizza inside?
Me: How do you remember this?
Sara: I don't know. It's just stayed with me all these years. That, and Nils Karlsson the elf.
Me: The meatball is as big as they are!

I had another job interview this morning and miraculously managed to get to it on time, despite majorly oversleeping. I'm not sure yet if it's a job I want or will get. We'll see.

rebecca_in_blue: (Default)

Okay, a warning before you read any further: This entry will offend and/or disgust everybody. For those of you who read it anyway, I invite you to vote in comments on which exchange is the most appalling, A, B, C, or D.

(A) Apparently there was a discussion in one of Sara's classes over famous murders of recent years, and the Andrea Yates case came up. Sara told me later that when it happened, our mom cut out and saved all the newspaper and magazine articles about it. I don't remember her doing this, but it wouldn't surprise me if she did. I told Sara that I could picture Mom reading about it and thinking, "Yes, live the dream, Andrea! Kill your children!"

(B) During the same discussion, one student mentioned a woman who killed her baby in the microwave, and Sara matter-of-factly said, "I wonder how she fit that baby in there. I mean, I could never fit a baby in my microwave." At which point, several people in the class turned and stared at her.

(C) A few nights ago, I was putting a pizza in the oven for Sara and making fun of her fear of putting things in the oven herself. She got pissed and said, "Why don't you shut up before I shove you in the oven? That would be your real introduction to being a Jew." Maybe I shouldn't have been shocked after living with her for as long as I have, but my jaw still hit the ground.

Edited to add:
(D) While Sara and I were at Mom's house for dinner...
Adam: Weren't these Dad's bowls?
Me: I don't know. Maybe. [Pause] Oh, dammit! I forgot to ask who!
Adam: What?
Me: Sara and I are trying to look confused and ask "Who?" whenever anyone mentions Dad. You know, like we don't remember him. But we keep forgetting to do it!
Adam: [glares at me]

rebecca_in_blue: (dozing off)

For Christmas, ironically, Sara gave me a beautiful silver Star of David necklace that I attached to my dogtag chain.
Sara: What're you gonna do with all this Jew stuff after you convert to Mormonism?
Me: Well, no offense to the Mormons, but that's not something I ever see myself doing.

I was up until four in the morning on Christmas Day, in part because I went to the Midnight Mass at the cathedral (a few hours after attending Shabbat services at the temple).
Sara: You better not let the Jews find out you went to Midnight Mass.
Me: Oh please, what do you think they're gonna do?
Sara: They won't let you join in all their reindeer games!
Me: [dies laughing

On the twelfth day of Christmas, rebecca_in_blue sent to me...
Twelve obituaries drumming
Eleven seasons piping
Ten hurricanes a-leaping
Nine pecans dancing
Eight scattergories a-milking
Seven dreams a-doodling
Six cemeteries a-grieving
Five fre-e-e-ench films
Four boston terriers
Three church bells
Two young actresses
...and a depression in a birkin family.
Get your own Twelve Days:

I know these things are stupid, but I loved the "hurricanes a-leaping" and five French films, and the "depression in a Birkin family" made me burst out laughing. Those Birkins don't need any more depression.

rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)

I've discovered that by adding ?style=mine to the end of any LJ page, you can make any journal or community appear in your own customized style! I discovered this by accident while visiting some NCIS community, and I've gone geek crazy with it! I've been visiting every journal and community I can find to see how they look in my journal style.

Below are four snippets of conversations with people who always crack me up. I don't think they have one brain-to-mouth censor between the three of them.

#1) This happened the other day, while I was reading Living a Jewish Life at work.
Ben: So you're going Jew, huh? I'll have to find some good Jew jokes to tell you. Hey, why do you want to convert, anyway? Is it cause all Jews have a lot of money?
Me: No, that's not it, and I could report you to the district manager for anti-semitism.
Ben: Oh, yeah? Well, I could report you for anti... British people, cause you're always making fun of my accent.
Me: You better report everybody in the store, then, cause we all make fun of your accent.

#2) This happened one day when it wasn't even hot!
Josh: It's so hot in this store, I think I might pass out.
Me: If you pass out, you know what I'll do?
Josh: Sexual things to my unconscious body?
Me: [disgusted sigh] I was going to say, point at you and laugh.

#3) Sara has gotten into the habit of finding the worst fanfictions she possibly can and reading them to me. (And there is some disturbing shit out there! What if the NCIS team were babies? Or high school students? Or racehorse jockeys? No, I'm not even kidding.)
Sara: Oh, my God! Okay, listen to this. I just found this one...
Me: Shut up! I don't want to know!
Sara: ...where Abby has a baby with Ducky, and...
Me: What did I just say?

#4) And from this morning...
Sara: Today's Mom's birthday.
Me: Goddammit!
Sara: Sneaks up on you there, doesn't it, coming the same time every year?

Sara and I are (I hope) going used-car shopping tomorrow. Wish us luck!

rebecca_in_blue: (worried eyes)
I haven't had a wipe-out on my bike since... well, the last time that comes to mind is when I fell down the stairs with it when I was living in tarpartment. But I sure had one today. My chain popped off at the most inopportune time (while I was standing up on the pedals) and I fell in such a way that my legs hit the bar hard. Fortunately I was just around the corner from Mom's house when it happened, so I limped there, made Adam drive me home, and went back for my bike later, even though I was so mad at it that I was tempted to just leave it on the street. The chain is tangled up good; I'll probably have to bring the whole thing to the shop tomorrow.

Me and my sister, watching Dirty Dancing the other night...
Sara: [about Jerry Orbach] To know him was to love him. And to love him was to make love to him.
Me: So... everyone who knew him, made love to him?
Sara: Oh, everyone who knew him wanted to!
Heh, she'd be good as a late-night talk show host.

P.S. For those of you (if there are any) that don't know, this is Jerry Orbach. This is a neat picture I found on a Google search of his name.
rebecca_in_blue: (pursed lips)

It's dark out, but when I went to walk Sable a minute ago, I could smell a barbeque nearby, hear kids playing down the block, and see my neighbor smoking on her steps. I love summer. I went for a bike ride this afternoon, and an important thing to keep in mind when bike riding in the summer is to go through any sprinklers you see. I don't mean cut across people's lawns, but if the sprinkler is hitting the sidewalk, stand under the water.

I also went by Grandma's house and watered her garden for her. She gave me four more fresh-picked cucumbers, which was nice of her, except for the fact that I already have an entire crisper full of cucumbers from her. I'm eating them with every meal and still drowning in them! Help! 

Me to Sara this morning, after her laughing at an old lady in the grocery parking lot who seemed to have no idea why she was holding onto a shopping cart: "Stop making fun of old people!" Sara: "Why don't you just ask me to lay down and die?"

I'm currently compiling a wish list of things I want to happen in Season 8 of NCIS. It's getting quite long. Will be posted closer to the season premiere; I plan to refer back to it and check off things if/when they happen.

And for no reason:
    The oil says it's coming for my state.
    My asthma says this time I won't survive.
    My worst fears say I won't like Season 8.
    My dog says, "Well, at least I'm still alive."
My horrible parody of the excellent poem My Agent Says.

rebecca_in_blue: (excited grin)
Me and my sister, at breakfast this morning...

Sara: Remember the Sweet Valley Twins books? Remember, they were about Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield, and they were identical twins, and they lived in California, and they both had long blonde hair and blue-green eyes and heart-shaped faces and dimples? Remember?

Rebecca: *resisting the urge to vomit into her cereal*

Sara: What?
rebecca_in_blue: (excited grin)

Everyone involved had a great time this weekend. Saturday afternoon, I went to the movies and saw Alice in Wonderland with Adam and a bunch of cousins. So it wasn't as good as I'd hoped -- I've seen better from Depp/Burton/Bonham-Carter -- we still had a fun time, and I enjoyed the food almost as much as the movie. Buttery popcorn and a pickle so loudly crunchy that I almost couldn't hear the movie over my chewing. Delicious.

Sunday, I watched most of a fabulous NCIS marathon (That show is like goat cheese! I never get tired of it!) and of course, the Oscars. Mom had invited Sara and me to her house to watch them, but surprise, that didn't work out. So we bought some pizzas, invited Athena over, sat on the couch, and made mean/sarcastic comments to each other. Sara: "Gabby Sidibe is really fat. How did they -- I mean, did they have to build a special seat for her? Or take the armrests off her seat? Or what?" By some accident, I saw a good number of big films this year (Coraline, Crazy Heart, District 9, Inglourious Basterds, The Lovely Bones, Star Trek, Up), so I enjoyed the ceremony, even though #1) I was pissed that Sandra Bullock won instead of Meryl Streep, #2) it wasn't a big year for young actresses (Miley Cyrus is 17 now, my cut-off age, so it's her last year in Young Actresses at the Oscars) and #3) I almost had a damn panic attack when I saw a clip of Marathon Man in the horror films montage! Oh, the horror. I can't believe the Academy would show a clip of that movie -- especially that clip -- without some sort of warning. Like, "Warning: If you're asthmatic and have a severe phobia of the dentist, watching the following clip could very well cause you to hyperventilate and die!"

And today? We're trudging through a gray, rainy Monday. I stayed up too late for the Oscars, so now I'm exhausted, and Sable and I plan to spend our evening lying around watching NCIS.

rebecca_in_blue: (subtle sigh)

For Sara's birthday, I got her this old '90s movie she'd wanted, Outbreak. It was so weird watching it with her, because she had almost the entire thing memorized, and I'd never even heard her mention the movie until recently. Maybe I don't know that sly freak as well as I thought. But we are closer than his wife would like.

So seriously, where did 2009 go? I feel both frustrated and satisfied when I look back at the year. But I did have a nice Easter, a fun 4th of July, and a good birthday, with lots of good food at each. Sara and I got a better couch (November) and a really nice new computer chair (February) and desk (September). I had an awesome bell and basket added onto my bike (September). I finally went to the cemetery in Houston and found Roger's grave (a very hot day in August), even though I never went to the cemetery in Abbeville to find my great-grandparents' graves. (Update: Finally did it!) I participated in NaNoWriMo (November), which I guess is the important thing, even though I didn't do nearly as well as I'd hoped. I read Catching Fire (August), saw a lot of movies with child actresses, and started my own blog about child actresses (September), originally just so I'd have a place to post my reviews of said movies. And, to my own surprise, my Sable is still with me. I guess I can't complain.

I sometimes wish that my bike had a mileage counter, like my truck does, just so I could see how far I've gone on it. Although some distances that I've traveled on that bike are ones I don't like to remember. This morning was really bad, but I took a short bike ride this evening that was nice. It was only about seven but already as dark as midnight, and I rode around the neighborhood looking at the Christmas lights. The wind was blowing, and the leaves were rustling all around me -- very peaceful and lovely.

The best Christmas lights are farther than I can go on my bike, and I've done every other thing I wanted to do for Christmas except go for a drive one night and look at them. (That, and watch the version of A Christmas Carol with Patrick Stewart.) It will probably have to wait until the 25th, unless I can squeeze it in on Christmas Eve. I'm planning to bake my muffins and finish my bacon and eggs tomorrow before work.


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