Thursday, July 24, 2008

On my newest obession

I have a new obsession. Broth.

Weird huh? When I lived Lee Ella she made vegetable broth—since she is a veggie (who recently ate fish, shame, shame Lee Ella). I thought she was the world’s weirdest person alive. I thought to myself, “Who makes broth anyway? What is this 1912?”

What did I know anyway?

Flash forward to about a month ago, and I was perusing the internet and found a recipe for a yummy sweet potato chili, and it called for vegetable broth. I was like, “Oh, that is what you use broth for.”

Therefore, I immediately copied my dear old friend Lee Ella and started reading all of the internet(s) about broth.

Broth can be made from scrapes! Scrapes of veggies, meat, bones, shells—anything that is left over you can make it into a broth. I love that about broth. I love the idea of not wasting anything for the sake of making something even more AWESOME. I take my scraps, I put them in a big freezer baggie, and I leave it in the freezer. Then when my bag is full—I put the veggies in the Crockpot and it cooks all day. When I get home, I have yummy delicious broth.

I also like to talk about making broth. I am sure my sister gets so sick of me just going on about how I am going to use these vegetable scraps to make more broth. Of course, Sheena might not care if we have broth—but now that I have had it, I can never go back to a non-broth world. Once I made some vegetable broth, and Sheena was like, “What do you do with it now,” and I was like, “WHAT! You can do anything with it!” Silly Sheena.

Friend E was over the other day, and I was making rice—and I was like “Oh, I am going to cook the rice in this vegetable broth I just made,” and although she acted like she was interested—I wonder if she was actually thinking, “WEIRDO.”

What do you think about broth?

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

My dad's better than your dad

My dad is in the news. It is the local news, but nonetheless he is there, and you can read this artical about him.

Read the article here at the KBMT12 news website. This is the local news in Beaumont, Texas.

On Going to Church and Being New

On Sunday, I went to an Episcopal church near the University of Texas called St. David’s Episcopal Church. This was the second Sunday in a row that I attended this church. The first service I went to was at 11:15 a.m., and then on Sunday I went to a 5:00 p.m. Celtic Communion Service.

Even though I am the one who has picked myself up and settled back down in Austin, Texas—I have realized something recently about myself and that is that I don’t like to be new. I like meeting people, I do not mind striking up conversations, but if I am the only new person in a room well then I become very shy. I also do this around older, attractive men, but that does not happen as often.

I was thinking about this in church on Sunday, and I came to the conclusion that this is the reason I hate to go to airports when I am traveling alone. I hate feeling like no one there knows me. Not that I believe that I am some great pleasure to know or anything. I just like to feel like I belong somewhere.

Of course, being new is only a small part of getting a new job or going to a new church, but it is the part that keeps me away.

However, after the service, the priest spoke to me, and then a nice woman asked me for coffee in the church bookshop/coffee shop. At one point, she was introducing me to another member of the church, and said, “I am trying to get St. David’s hooks in you,” and I said, “Oh, well you are doing a great job.”

Which she did, and next Sunday you will probably see me at the 5:00 p.m. Celtic Communion Service—trying to pretend like I belong.

Monday, July 14, 2008

No Country for Old Men

I watched No Country for Old Men this weekend, and was left feeling very dumb when it was all over. I turned to Friend R, and asked him what he liked about the movie and he said, "I liked the accents."

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

On Safety and Voldemort

Today at work I had to complete at “Security Awareness Training” regarding staying safe at my office. Mostly it was about making sure that no one comes into the office to shoot everyone. That is includes previous co-workers, bucko.

My favorite part was a “case study” that was written in the online training module:

April 2007, Houston Texas: The building was multi-storied. Employees from several different organizations occupied the building. It was after work hours.


He was a stranger, unknown to any employee in the building. He had a purpose and was determined to complete it. Only people stood in his way. Would they prevent his sinister plan? Or would he achieve what he had set out to do?

At this point, I was like “Oh yes! very Unsolved Mysteries. I love Unsolved Mysteries, please give me more.”

He watched from afar as the security guard left the desk to escort a young woman to her car. As the sliding doors opened to let others out, he quickly entered the building.

He was in luck no one was around. He quickly sized up the situation and headed toward the elevator. As he got in, he asked himself. “Which floor should I try?” He pushed the number 7.

It would have been more fitting if he had chosen floor 6 or 13, I think.

As he stepped off the elevator he entered the lobby of a company the occupied the entire floor. He continued down the hall and was met by an employee.

He was confronted with a decision. She knew he was out of place and quickly identified him as a stranger. She asked if she could help him find someone and tried to determine the reason for his visit.

The man decided this was not the right time and place. He turned around and entered the open elevator. He pushed the number 5.

Oh, no apparently, his sinister plan cannot happen on floor 7, and it must happen on floor 5. Don’t you really feel connected to this character. While I was reading the story I was like, “Oh he is Voldemort! Ahhhh my work is having me read an awesome safety story about Voldemort who is going to kill someone in Ministry of Magic.”

When doors opened the man stepped out of the elevator. It was quiet. No person was in sight. He wandered around the corridors but many of the doors to various businesses were already locked.

Nothing on the 5th floor interested him so he once again returned to the elevator and pushed the number 1.

As the man rode the elevator down, he began to question whether or not he would be successful. Wait! The elevator slowed to a stop. The doors were opening. What would he find on the other side? Maybe he could accomplish his task.

Terry was tired from a long day’s work. She gathered her belongings and headed towards the elevator. As she punched the down button, she was mentally checking the list of things she needed to do when she got home. The doors opened. She entered the elevator. It was just the two of them.

At this point in the story, it is so nice to have a new character introduced. Terry is such a complex character. I know so much about her from this paragraph. She works hard, she cleans up after herself, she has a brain, and she rides the elevator.

The man thought about what to do. Was it worth it? Would she have enough to risk it? He needed the money. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened slowly. He quickly glanced around and the lobby was very empty.

Oh no, Terry! I am worried that you are in great danger. Don't you know who that is? It is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!

He came up behind her to grab her purse. He pushed and pulled, struggled and fought. He gained about $50.00. She lost her life. The end.

WTF? That is the end of the story? How did Terry even die? The shock of being mugged perhaps? Did “The Man” pull out a knife and stab her? Did he pull out his wand and yell, "Avada Kedavra"? There was so much to know about Terry. Where did she grow up? Is she married? Does she have children? Is she magical?

When I got to the end of the story, I laughed and laughed because it was so lame. Is this supposed to shock me into calling the cops every time there is someone I do not know riding an elevator in my office? Unless it is a man who has a snake face, and seems like he has no soul-- then I do not know how I am suppossed to know that it is a man with a sinister plan.

I wish the story had been about Voldermort. I would have liked it better.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

So go ahead, push your luck

My parents got married 27 years ago today. There is something so wonderful about being able to celebrate my best friends’ wedding anniversary and my parents’ wedding anniversary all in the same week.

I think that my parents are like a great vintage wine that just gets better with age. They are wonderful people, who have taught my siblings and me how to love each other. I remember when Sheena and I would fight when we were children, my mother would make us hug, kiss and say we were sorry. Sheena and I still fight of course, but we never stay mad at each other for long. I have also heard people comment on how close the three of us are, and even when Sean was just a small person (he is a very LARGE person now) Sheena and I always took him everywhere with us. I would almost rather hang out with Sean then any other person out there.

Growing up, my parents’ home was always the safest place in the world. There will never be another place that could represent as much rest as I can find in their house. Except of course Hawaii, but I have not been to Hawaii, so I do not know.

Dar Williams writes in her song After All, “I am the daughter of a great romance, and they are the children of the war.” I am the daughter of a great romance. Although my parents have had their up and downs—I know that they still love each other, and that they want to stay loving each other even when that gets hard. As I get older, I learn that most of life is a battle, and that those battles make-up your life’s war. Like war in the physical sense—metaphorical “life war” destroys, and all that you can do is keep rebuilding.

So, for the second time this week please lift your Champaign glasses in the air (yes, even you Mom, but you have sparkling cider),so that I can toast my parents for 27 years of marriage, for raising three well adjusted children, and for helping me to recognize that love comes in many different forms. May you have another 27 and more years together.

Thank you, Mom and Dad.


Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Love is more than just a game for two.

Today is Canada Day, but it is also Spring and Chad’s two year wedding anniversary.

Of all the brides I have known, Spring has been the most relaxed and chilled. I do not think that she and Chad had one disagreement about how, where, or when the wedding would be.

The only time I remember her being stressed regarding the wedding was the day before. We were driving in the car in Tulsa, Oklahoma, I do not remember where we were going, but Spring was expressing that she was stressed out. Mr. Chad (as I call him) started singing “L-O-V-E” by Frank Sinatra. I don’t know if it was the randomness of the song, or if it was that Mr. Chad was singing, but immediately we all started having a good time.

We sang, “L is for the way you look at me, O is for the only one I see, V is very, very extraordinary, E.” Then we stopped at “E,” and someone was like what is “E” for. And I said, “Extraordinary?” Spring began to loosen up, and she even laughed a little. I sat there in the car, I was in the back seat, and I felt blessed to be apart of two people’s love for each other.

I don’t think we figured it out until later that “E is even more than anyone that you adore.”

The next day I was apart of a beautiful wedding, and what is even more important to me is that I have been able to be apart of their relationship. They are my family.

So, lift your imaginary Champaign glass in the air and lets toast Spring and Chad, and my wish is that you will have many, many more years of learning to laugh with each other.

Happy Canada Day!

Today is Canada Day!

Be sure to hug a Canadian!