Just wanted to alert you to a neat opportunity that we had to be a spotlighted blog in Latter Day Woman magazine. If you want to read the blurb, here's the link.
Here's the link to their website, as well. In my opinion, it's pretty fun.
The Spotlight's on Us! . . . (and you too, because you're cool.)
Hey all!
Just wanted to alert you to a neat opportunity that we had to be a spotlighted blog in Latter Day Woman magazine. If you want to read the blurb, here's the link.
Just wanted to alert you to a neat opportunity that we had to be a spotlighted blog in Latter Day Woman magazine. If you want to read the blurb, here's the link.
You Know Where You Can Stick Your "Inspiration"?
A few weeks ago, I posted about some Hungarian inspired felt wallets that Two, Four, and I created. I thought that they were pretty sweet -- they were some of my more pride-inducing attempts at crafty-ness. So pride-inducing, in fact, that I submitted this:
to the website Craftgawker, convinced that it was a shoe-in. Now, occasionally FIVE's submissions to the aforementioned site are rejected. They always give some sort of reason, like bad lighting or blurriness -- I don't like it, but I understand. However, this time it was:
MORE INSPIRATIONAL?! Does it GET more inspirational than hand-sewn, 100% recycled felt wallets with adorable, heart-bellied blue birds?! (don't answer that). And even if that one is a little askew, there's no need for that passive aggressive. . . aggressiveness. Is it really necessary to place a value judgment on a little felt pouch that has never hurt a fly? When all's said and done, was anything productive accomplished by calling the poor thing uninspirational?. . . I think it's at least as inspirational as 'flowers' made out of old coffee filters.
I'm sure that there's an excellent lesson here about pride coming in the summertime (or something like that), and I still quite admire the wee satchels, so perhaps I should stop massively over-blowing this seriously insignificant event. In fact, I'm going to end this post on a truly inspirational note. Craftgawker, I will no longer seethe at you for shunning my petite handicrafts. I release you from the terrible, soul-munching guilt that has been consuming you since you typed those nine impudent words. Yes, Craftgawker, I forgive you. And, while I have your attention, could you tone down the feathers? I get really sick of them.
to the website Craftgawker, convinced that it was a shoe-in. Now, occasionally FIVE's submissions to the aforementioned site are rejected. They always give some sort of reason, like bad lighting or blurriness -- I don't like it, but I understand. However, this time it was:
MORE INSPIRATIONAL?! Does it GET more inspirational than hand-sewn, 100% recycled felt wallets with adorable, heart-bellied blue birds?! (don't answer that). And even if that one is a little askew, there's no need for that passive aggressive. . . aggressiveness. Is it really necessary to place a value judgment on a little felt pouch that has never hurt a fly? When all's said and done, was anything productive accomplished by calling the poor thing uninspirational?. . . I think it's at least as inspirational as 'flowers' made out of old coffee filters.
I'm sure that there's an excellent lesson here about pride coming in the summertime (or something like that), and I still quite admire the wee satchels, so perhaps I should stop massively over-blowing this seriously insignificant event. In fact, I'm going to end this post on a truly inspirational note. Craftgawker, I will no longer seethe at you for shunning my petite handicrafts. I release you from the terrible, soul-munching guilt that has been consuming you since you typed those nine impudent words. Yes, Craftgawker, I forgive you. And, while I have your attention, could you tone down the feathers? I get really sick of them.
A Rose by Any Other Name Would Taste as Sweet
What can I say? I was inspired by Two's fresh take on flowers yesterday, but there's one that she left out, ICE CREAM FLOWERS!!!! Sigh. I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about them. I promise these are the last pictures we'll post from our most recent European adventures, but I really feel the need to share. I was in Budapest for 10 days and I went to this place 4 times within that period. The really glorious thing about these flowers in particular is that they're pretty and delicious. Seriously, some of the best gelato I've ever had--and just between us, I eat a lot of this stuff.
So. If you find yourself in Budapest go to this place --Gelartorosa?-- it's right next the the basilica in St. Stephan Ter. If I had to recommend one flavor, I couldn't. I was equally thrilled by all of them from the lavender-white chocolate to the orange-Nutella (oh yes, they go there). In fact, part of me is grateful Gelartorosa doesn't exist here in D.C., because I think I'd start resembling a rose myself if it did. And with that, I shall close with my favorite poem from Shel Silverstein (written from memory, I can't remember its name...).
"You're eating like a pig again!" My mother scolded me.
"If you keep eating like a pig, a pig is what you'll be"
I really cannot fathom what the fuss is all about.
For haven't I a lovely tail, and see my splendid snout?
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| Poppy-seed and Pistachio |
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| Watermelon and Elderflower-strawberry |
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| White Chocolate Lavender and Lemon Basil |
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| Darrrrrk chocolate and Hazelnut |
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| Pure Contentment |
A Truly Unique Bouquet
Each bride wants her wedding to have that something special -- that something that guest will talk about for years, that will make it onto StyleMePretty.com that detail that sets their wedding apart from the thousands of other nuptials being said every day.
6. For the Foodie
What says sophistication and romance more than a marble tray with imported, local or artisinal cheeses? Pick one to signify the traits you admire in your spouse: is he aged? Is he white? Goat, sheep, or cow? Is he hard or soft? Stinky or sweet? pick the ones that fit your relationship best. This is a wonderful choice for an outdoor wedding.
10. A Penny Saved
Finally, if you prefer cash to gifts, ask people to contribute to a bouquet of roses fashioned out of hundred dollar bills. What a fun, thoughtful way of letting guests know what's really important to you on your special day!**
In this search for the undone, untried and exceptional, there are few details more important than the bouquet. So here are some ideas that can take you and your wedding to the next level.
1. For The Romantic.
I am sure you have heard of people releasing doves at their wedding, but what about taking an armful of them down the isle with you? Think of the romance and the elegance of white doves, flying chest level as you walk down the isle. Just attach a small string -- better yet, grosgrain ribbon -- to their feet and walk in wondering awe as your bird bouquet hovers around you.
2. A Continuation of Bouquets in Flight
Try Dragon Flies, Butterflies, House Flies and Bumble Bees for a charming variation on the first idea. If you're worried about the birds getting hungry, it might be thoughtful to incorporate some of the ideas from this bouquet into the first bouquet.
3. For the Independent Bride
Imagine the rustic surprise and the message of strength it would send to your future spouse if you carried a bouquet of hammers, screw drivers, wrenches and pliers?*
4. For the animal lover
Spend your special day holding puppies! Even if you're left at the altar, you'll have someone warm and cuddly to take home with you.
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5. For the health nut
Edible Arrangement's aren't only for delivery anymore. My favorite edible would be a box of mixed nuts in a clear jar with a lid to match your wedding colors. It offers a healthy snack on the long walk to saying "I Do."
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6. For the Foodie
What says sophistication and romance more than a marble tray with imported, local or artisinal cheeses? Pick one to signify the traits you admire in your spouse: is he aged? Is he white? Goat, sheep, or cow? Is he hard or soft? Stinky or sweet? pick the ones that fit your relationship best. This is a wonderful choice for an outdoor wedding.
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7. For The Sultry Bride
Why leave your man wondering about what you'll wear on your wedding night when you can take part of your trousseau down the isle? Lingerie is to pretty to keep it hidden. Carrying it around will not only excite your groom, it will give everyone the opportunity to be included in your special night.
8. For The Smelly Bride
This is recommended if you had Mexican food for your rehearsal dinner. Carry your favorite perfume in a decorative bottle and spray as necessary.
9. Honoring those who can't be there
Carry an urn with remains of those you loved most. How better to have them with you when you say, "I do?"
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10. A Penny Saved
Finally, if you prefer cash to gifts, ask people to contribute to a bouquet of roses fashioned out of hundred dollar bills. What a fun, thoughtful way of letting guests know what's really important to you on your special day!**
*Be careful when throwing this bouquet. It may cause injury.
** Throwing this bouquet might be extremely expensive.
** Throwing this bouquet might be extremely expensive.
Farm Vegetable Tian
A tian is a layered French vegetable dish, often involving cheese and usually finished in the oven. If it seems a lot like a casserole, that's because it is. But doesn't tian sound nicer? A simple tian is a little bit of kitchen alchemy; no matter what combination of veggies I put in, the final product is always yummier than the sum of its parts. And because it's so deliciously flexible, it's perfect for the bounty of wholesome surprises that await me in the back of Farmer Scott's truck.
Here's what I used this time:
From the farm:
4-5 small potatoes
2 long, skinny eggplants
1 medium zucchini
3 giant, juicy, real tomatoes
From the fridge:
about 6 oz. brine-packed feta cheese
about 1/3 cup freshly grated parmesan
From the pantry:
olive oil spray
Kosher salt
coarsely ground black pepper
garlic powder (Farmer Scott actually brought fresh garlic this week, but I was too lazy to peel it...)
And here's what I did with it:
Turn the oven to 450. While it's preheating, spray a baking dish (or two smaller dishes, which is what we did) with olive oil and arrange 1/3 inch slices of uncooked potatoes in a single layer on the bottom. Spritz the potatoes with a little more olive oil, freshly ground black pepper, garlic powder and a bit of salt (go easy on the salt, because you'll be adding salty cheese later). Pop the potatoes in the oven and let them roast while you prepare the rest of the veggies.
Meanwhile, heat up a grill pan and slice the zucchini and eggplants into 1/4 inch rounds. Spray the pan with olive oil, and grill the veggies quickly on each side, being careful not to move them except to flip once (so you don't mess up the grill marks). Usually when I cook with eggplants, I like to salt the raw slices and let them sit for a while on paper towels to dessicate. But I didn't do that this time and they were delicious. Was it a fluke? Have I been wasting my time all these years? I'm not sure what to tell you.... Grill those veggies until they are just tender-crisp and have a lovely char on both sides. If you're slow-moving and easily distracted like I am, it will take you longer than you expect and your potatoes will be alluringly golden brown by the time the other veggies are grilled. Perfect timing!
Take out your pan, layer the eggplants on top of the potatoes, and then add the zucchini, topping each veggie with a little salt, pepper and garlic powder. Crumble the feta on top, and then arrange nice fat tomato slices. Sprinkle each tomato round with a generous dusting of parmesan, then slide that baby back in the oven and bake 'til the tomatoes are saggy, the cheese is brown, and the whole thing looks... French. I usually end up broiling it a bit.
Brother Z helped me put this together for brunch the morning before he, Momo, Four and Five headed back West. We ate it with fried eggs, fresh baguette, a hunk of Maribor cheese and strawberries mascerated with a bit of sugar and balsamic vinegar. It was... a worthy sendoff.
P.S. The last time I made it, we used sauteed spinach instead of the grilled veggies, and served it with roast salmon for dinner. Yum.
Wanna Go Out? Ask 5.
Q: I know a really nice, handsome, smart, (single!) guy. We're good friends, but I really, really like him. I'm a little in love (and have been for awhile). I think he likes me too, and mutual acquaintances agree. My problem is this: he hasn't asked me out, and I'm starting to get impatient. Would it be a turn-off if I do the asking? I know that some forward thinking, non-lesbian feminists have OKed it, but is it really appropriate for the lady to make the first move? Will it make me look desperate?
The Future Mr. Two (Better Late?): Like most men, I was never particularly good at picking up on signals. To this day, it is still not my strength, but it has taken me many years to learn to think like a woman.
Dr. P. (Chief Love Physician): Many nice, handsome, smart & single (or, you know, formerly single, but now in a long term relationship with a blogger...) guys perpetually exist in the dreaded "friend zone" with girls and don't know how to escape. He might really like you but assumes that you are 1) too good for him, 2) not interested, 3) Completely unaware of his affection for you. Also he might never have asked a girl out before. Nice & smart, does not a Romeo make. So if you're pretty sure that you aren't reading too much into the situation and have existed in this friend vs. love-interest disequilibrium for at least 2 months, then I'd say go for it! Both of you are likely to breathe a sigh of relief and it will give you the freedom to take off from there. Also later on in the relationship, when handsome & smart never has time to spend with family and friends, can rarely take you on dates, has no money and poor immediate job prospects, please constantly remind yourself how nice, handsome and smart he is...
Astroboy (5's Resident Don Juan): The dating world can be rough for a guy. Tradition and social norms have put most of the pressure on him. The embarrassment of rejection can be absolutely terrifying, especially with the added stakes of damaging a great friendship. While not absolving the guy of his responsibilities completely, I find it can be refreshing and very flattering when a girl makes the first move. Not only is it a huge confidence booster, but it saves us the uncomfortable experience of the 30-45 min where we try to practice what to say with our thumb hovering over the dial button to ask the girl out. I wouldn't worry about coming off as desperate (unless you showed up at his house with a marching band and a plane towing a banner, that might be a little much). Overall, I think he would be flattered that such a great girl liked him enough to make a move herself. He'll feel wanted instead of always trying to convince the girl he's worth a shot. If asking him out on a straightforward date seems a little bold, try an indirect approach. You could ask him to help you with a project around the house (rearrange some furniture, some simple handyman repairs, teach you how to do some simple maintenance on your car, etc) and make him dinner afterwards as a thank you. Even though you are technically making the first move, the project gives you a perfect excuse and he'll feel manly helping out pretty a girl. This will give you some quality alone time together and an opportunity for some playful flirting. Don't be afraid to be what you may think is a little obvious. We can be pretty thickheaded sometimes and too worried about impressing the girl to pick up on her subtle signals. If he doesn't figure it out and beat you to it, let him know that you had fun and would like to do something together again.
Brother Z (Fourteen Years Old): Basically, guys are pretty nice. If a girl came up and asked me out, I would say yes, even if she was not "all that". Worse case scenario -- you take her on a cheap first date and don't call her back. Nobody likes being rejected. it really sucks. If you're worried about being told off, try coming onto him a little stronger, like grab his tush as you walk by or comment lewdly on his appearance and stare at his junk. Mmm, if that doesn't work...He's probably more interested in me than you. On a slightly less flippant note, if a guy is mean enough to not even take you on a first date (circumstances permitting), he is probably a putz. If it doesn't work out, I'm single and tall for my age.
The ladies of FIVE felt sadly unequipped to answer this question, seeing that they, too, have repeatedly pondered this perplexing puzzlement without resolution. They have consequently entrusted this week's Ask 5 to a quintet of knowledgeable parties. Namely: men.
Mr. One (Republican): I really shouldn't answer on the grounds that my traditionalist notions will incriminate me. I can say, however, that, particularly in matters romantical, One (my better half) is a master at hinting rather than asking. Such intimation is a skill at which the fairer sex enjoys a considerable comparative advantage, stereotypically speaking. That said, most males (extrapolating from myself) are pretty tin-eared when it comes to absorbing and responding to hints, so if you actually want your message to get through, your intimations might need to involve neon lights, painfully obvious puns, or groping.
For example, a woman may mention to a man that she likes a certain type of flower or restaurant or piece of jewelry and then may repeat that statement several times over the course of weeks or months. To men, this may seem to be just a casual observation of a particular aesthetic or taste. But NO! A woman would never say something like this lightly. What she really means is, "I like that flower [or restaurant or piece of jewelry], and if you're worth anything, you should buy it for me".
We often wish for things to be S-P-E-L-L-E-D O-U-T.
However, in spite of our protestations, men are often attracted to a woman's complexity.
My advice - respond to him, drop hints when possible, but keep it discreet. If all else fails, smack him across the face and tell him you like him.
Dr. P. (Chief Love Physician): Many nice, handsome, smart & single (or, you know, formerly single, but now in a long term relationship with a blogger...) guys perpetually exist in the dreaded "friend zone" with girls and don't know how to escape. He might really like you but assumes that you are 1) too good for him, 2) not interested, 3) Completely unaware of his affection for you. Also he might never have asked a girl out before. Nice & smart, does not a Romeo make. So if you're pretty sure that you aren't reading too much into the situation and have existed in this friend vs. love-interest disequilibrium for at least 2 months, then I'd say go for it! Both of you are likely to breathe a sigh of relief and it will give you the freedom to take off from there. Also later on in the relationship, when handsome & smart never has time to spend with family and friends, can rarely take you on dates, has no money and poor immediate job prospects, please constantly remind yourself how nice, handsome and smart he is...
Astroboy (5's Resident Don Juan): The dating world can be rough for a guy. Tradition and social norms have put most of the pressure on him. The embarrassment of rejection can be absolutely terrifying, especially with the added stakes of damaging a great friendship. While not absolving the guy of his responsibilities completely, I find it can be refreshing and very flattering when a girl makes the first move. Not only is it a huge confidence booster, but it saves us the uncomfortable experience of the 30-45 min where we try to practice what to say with our thumb hovering over the dial button to ask the girl out. I wouldn't worry about coming off as desperate (unless you showed up at his house with a marching band and a plane towing a banner, that might be a little much). Overall, I think he would be flattered that such a great girl liked him enough to make a move herself. He'll feel wanted instead of always trying to convince the girl he's worth a shot. If asking him out on a straightforward date seems a little bold, try an indirect approach. You could ask him to help you with a project around the house (rearrange some furniture, some simple handyman repairs, teach you how to do some simple maintenance on your car, etc) and make him dinner afterwards as a thank you. Even though you are technically making the first move, the project gives you a perfect excuse and he'll feel manly helping out pretty a girl. This will give you some quality alone time together and an opportunity for some playful flirting. Don't be afraid to be what you may think is a little obvious. We can be pretty thickheaded sometimes and too worried about impressing the girl to pick up on her subtle signals. If he doesn't figure it out and beat you to it, let him know that you had fun and would like to do something together again.
Brother Z (Fourteen Years Old): Basically, guys are pretty nice. If a girl came up and asked me out, I would say yes, even if she was not "all that". Worse case scenario -- you take her on a cheap first date and don't call her back. Nobody likes being rejected. it really sucks. If you're worried about being told off, try coming onto him a little stronger, like grab his tush as you walk by or comment lewdly on his appearance and stare at his junk. Mmm, if that doesn't work...He's probably more interested in me than you. On a slightly less flippant note, if a guy is mean enough to not even take you on a first date (circumstances permitting), he is probably a putz. If it doesn't work out, I'm single and tall for my age.
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Years Worth Celebrating
I have often said that birthday celebrations were invented to distract us from the pain and fear associated with aging. We pull out the stops for what, one day that supposedly marks a turning point? One digit changed?
In the past, I would say that if any of my beloved sisters sympathised with this sentiment, it was Two. Her 18th birthday was spent mourning her lost youth, and cursing July 22 for coming round so often. But in recent years her opinion has changed, and with good reason.
Two's life deserves celebrating, this past year deserves celebrating! She has been one busy lady! Between Speaking at TEDMED, jet-setting across the country, locking down her special man, and yes, some setbacks Two has remained the strong, grounded, positive (and often hilarious) woman we all love.
So here's to you Two! Here's to your change of heart, and to realizing that maybe birthdays aren't as bad after all... maybe.
We love you.
In the past, I would say that if any of my beloved sisters sympathised with this sentiment, it was Two. Her 18th birthday was spent mourning her lost youth, and cursing July 22 for coming round so often. But in recent years her opinion has changed, and with good reason.
Two's life deserves celebrating, this past year deserves celebrating! She has been one busy lady! Between Speaking at TEDMED, jet-setting across the country, locking down her special man, and yes, some setbacks Two has remained the strong, grounded, positive (and often hilarious) woman we all love.
So here's to you Two! Here's to your change of heart, and to realizing that maybe birthdays aren't as bad after all... maybe.
We love you.
On Friends and Sisters
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| We look like exactly the kind of girls I'd like to be friends with |
Fast-forward 6 years and I may have changed my mind a little. I'm not planning to join a sorority, but I understand why a girl would.
This fall I'm transferring to a new school and, to be completely honest, the prospect scares the heebie jeebies out of me! I'm really excited, but it's going to be a big transition. Now, more than ever, I understand why someone would want to have the built-in support system provided by a sorority.
I like people and--for the most part--people like me too. But I'm bad at making the effort to make friends--at trying to be friends with people. I suppose I expect others to do the initial work--to befriend me--and that's a terrible habit. A habit which I'm sure is born of having four really wonderful sisters.
My sisters are the best friends I could ever ask for. Having them is like being part of the coolest sorority. Ever. But their friendship is a double edged sword. It has spoiled me. I don't feel a real need to branch out because I know I'll always have four really awesome friends. Unlike most sororities, being friends with FIVE is cheap (at least for me)! No monetary incentives are required and, though they may participate in a bit of hazing here and there, it's all pretty tame. Plus, no matter how moody, uncommunicative, or lazy I am--I know they'll still love me.
As I embark on this new adventure, I kind of wish I could take my sorority along. But, for some inexplicable reason, One, Two and Three are completely unwilling to abandon their babies, spouses and jobs to be my travelling support group. And maybe that's a good thing. Five and I will be transferring together--and there will be a huge temptation to spend all of our time together. It's just easier to spend time with people who already understand what you've been through. But usually the easiest things aren't the most enriching.
So I'm going to try to expand my circle. I mean really try to make good friends and really try to be a better friend.
When I started college, I did it with the understanding that I would transfer. Because of that, I didn't integrate fully into campus life. I was in a few clubs and I made few good friends, but I was really focused on my academics. I wasn't as open as I wish I would have been, and I think my experience would have been different and better if I had been more outgoing. Now I have the opportunity to do things a little differently, to be warmer, and to take advantage of all of the interesting people who I'll be around.
I'm curious, if you had the opportunity to go back to college, what would you do differently? What did you do well?
Their sister's keeper...
So... Since the Future Mr. Two has been off at weddings for the past weekends, I have been the grateful beneficiary of my brothers spoiling in the past few days. Brother Z was my first visitor, and he created delectable edibles. From fresh lemonaid to mustard greens, there are too many things to remember! He was followed by Brother L who brought along Miss E, cheeses from local cheese makers, farm fresh veggies, beautiful steaks and the most amazing Sour Cherry Pie I have ever consumed (Thank you Miss E!). C and Sis in Law N treated me to roasted potatoes, salad with blueberries, goat cheese and pan seared pork loin with a blackberry marmalade. Needless to say, I am SO grateful to have wonderful men inside and outside of my family.
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| Brother C and his Eternal Lady Friend N |
Ode to Mimo
On the occasion of turning 80 (but remaining absolutely and eternally young at heart)
If Mimo were a piece of fruit,
Well, I would surely pick her;
And if she were a Popsicle,
I'd simply have to lick her.
If Mimo were a fancy dress,
I'd definitely wear her;
And if she were a chocolate bar,
I might not want to share her.
If Mimo were a movie,
She'd be sold out every night;
And if she were dessert,
She'd taste so rich, yet be so light!
If Mimo were a puppy,
She'd be spunky and behaved.
If she'd been helping Noah,
Unicorns they'd have saved.
If Mimo were a baked good,
She'd be warm and cheesy toast,
(Or chocolate cake, or beigli --
Whichever you prefer the most!)
If Mimo were the weather,
She'd be San Fran in September;
If she were a museum,
You can bet I'd be a member!
If Mimo were a Senate bill,
She'd get 100 Yea's
If she were a fad diet,
She would surely start a craze.
If she were a dictator,
Mimo's subjects would just love her!
And if she were a mountain,
There would be no peaks above her.
If you could see inside her,
The ego would be tiny,
On the other hand, her heart is gold
And very, very shiny.
If Mimo were a star
She would always be True North;
Precious diamonds, pearls and rubies
Can't hold a candle to her worth.
I could go on, and on, and on...
She'd conquer any test.
Simply put, in every way,
Our Mimo is the best!
If Mimo were a piece of fruit,
Well, I would surely pick her;
And if she were a Popsicle,
I'd simply have to lick her.
If Mimo were a fancy dress,
I'd definitely wear her;
And if she were a chocolate bar,
I might not want to share her.
If Mimo were a movie,
She'd be sold out every night;
And if she were dessert,
She'd taste so rich, yet be so light!
If Mimo were a puppy,
She'd be spunky and behaved.
If she'd been helping Noah,
Unicorns they'd have saved.
If Mimo were a baked good,
She'd be warm and cheesy toast,
(Or chocolate cake, or beigli --
Whichever you prefer the most!)
If Mimo were the weather,
She'd be San Fran in September;
If she were a museum,
You can bet I'd be a member!
If Mimo were a Senate bill,
She'd get 100 Yea's
If she were a fad diet,
She would surely start a craze.
If she were a dictator,
Mimo's subjects would just love her!
And if she were a mountain,
There would be no peaks above her.
If you could see inside her,
The ego would be tiny,
On the other hand, her heart is gold
And very, very shiny.
If Mimo were a star
She would always be True North;
Precious diamonds, pearls and rubies
Can't hold a candle to her worth.
I could go on, and on, and on...
She'd conquer any test.
Simply put, in every way,
Our Mimo is the best!
Craft Bender
Through a dramatic, but mostly convoluted, sequence of events (I won't go into it [Four threatened to kill someone with a mandarin orange]), Two, Four, Brother Z, and I became stranded in a extravagant Maryland mansion for several days; we had no clothes but the ones on our backs, we all but forgot what a toothbrush looked like, and internet became a luxury of a bygone era. But no fear! We had been to Michaels.
Apparently, under this peculiar kind of situational duress, TD ladies' nascent (in my case, very nascent) Martha comes out. Two, Four, and I spent the night sketching, snipping, and stitching. We woke up the next morning to massive headaches and a pile of hand-appliqued felt wallets. We all felt better after a glass of orange juice, and were actually quite pleased with the fruits of our little craft bender.
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| Also, Four and I produced a disturbingly neat birthday cake banner. Few things other than intense sensory deprivation could compel me to create this adorable monstrosity. |
Perhaps we'll post a tutorial or two when we remember how we created these little doodads.
Actually. . . don't count on that. We probably won't remember.
300 Million times your daily recommended value
While some of my sisters prefer to highlight the provincial side of Austria, I was ready for the nitty gritty. With my fearless companion Miss M by my side, we ventured deep into the underbelly of Salzburg. To the deep dark land of sweat, scandal, straddling and salt that are the Salzbugwerkz salt mines.
Our journey began as they forced us into standard issue white pajamas. Before they herded us down, down into the frigid depths of the salt mines, a place where many have gone, and--if we're being honest--pretty much everyone has returned. We were shoved onto rail cars and wooden slides--I have a fear of splinters, so this was quite terrifying--with nothing to drink but brine--water saturated with 27% NaCl, in case you didn't know--and nothing to eat save the salty walls that surrounded us. We trudged on for hours, over--very small--bodies of water, and across borders--we walked to Germany!--all the while thinking of our loved ones back home, and our fading memories of daylight.
But seriously, the tour was awesome, it felt like an industrial pajama party. Not only did they give us great outfits, but given our surroundings there was a heck of a lot of spooning and straddling going on. (Note to those who might follow in my footsteps: BRING A FRIEND! I was lucky enough to have M mount me, but it very easily could have been one of our fellow tourists from the Slovenian biker-gang)
Our journey began as they forced us into standard issue white pajamas. Before they herded us down, down into the frigid depths of the salt mines, a place where many have gone, and--if we're being honest--pretty much everyone has returned. We were shoved onto rail cars and wooden slides--I have a fear of splinters, so this was quite terrifying--with nothing to drink but brine--water saturated with 27% NaCl, in case you didn't know--and nothing to eat save the salty walls that surrounded us. We trudged on for hours, over--very small--bodies of water, and across borders--we walked to Germany!--all the while thinking of our loved ones back home, and our fading memories of daylight.
But seriously, the tour was awesome, it felt like an industrial pajama party. Not only did they give us great outfits, but given our surroundings there was a heck of a lot of spooning and straddling going on. (Note to those who might follow in my footsteps: BRING A FRIEND! I was lucky enough to have M mount me, but it very easily could have been one of our fellow tourists from the Slovenian biker-gang)
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| I think we look awesome |
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| Pretty friendly... |
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| You can't tell anymore, but they had us straddling like sardines on this baby. |
Happy ending?
I've never liked when stories end with a marriage or a wedding or proposal. In my admittedly different mind, it was as if when you get engaged or you get married, that's the end of your tale.
I suppose it's one reason why I was never overly enthusiastic about tying the knot -- or even having a serious relationship. The whole institution of marriage seemed to carry this finality about it -- especially for women -- and it was just too much for me to think about. It's probably why I was never into weddings or wedding dresses or any number of things: because it felt like an ending of sorts.
Now that I am getting married to the wonderful Future Mr. Two (he really is wonderful) I am so excited. But that concern about finality has changed to another kind of ending. As many of you know, I have struggled with my health for almost my entire adult life. My family has struggled along with me and my fiancee has been a wonderful friend through some of the toughest years. We thought that we would have a few years of relative medical calm. But somewhere in the Universe, someone was worried we might get bored. So instead, at the beginning of the year, we got news of some unwanted medical excitement. Unfortunately, it hasn't calmed down yet. And regardless of how hard I work to peace out (I understand the inherent irony in that statement) or how many chemicals my doctors pump into me, I can't figure out how to make my little body take a chill pill.
On the bright side, I've stopped stressing out about the wedding. Really, it's the last of my concerns. For all I care, The Future Mr. Two and I don't need a wedding. (TFMT would say that's been my opinion from the start, which is true). We were going to have a big bash with all of our friends; if you're reading this blog, you were probably on our original list. But as my health has failed to stabilized, our plans have gotten smaller. From 600 to 60 -- only our families.
I am extremely fortunate to have a life jam packed with love: from my family, friends (hi!), colleagues, teachers, conductors, mentors, readers:) the list literally goes on and on. But I don't want my story to end any time soon. I rather enjoy being in it. And I look forward to it long after marrying TFMT.
Even though it's with a certain level of consternation, there is something I have learned about endings and love and about each of us: Regardless of religious belief (I've got enough for a few congregations) love is eternal. Whether through stories retold by friends, children, grand children and great grandchildren, or though some mystical bond, it reverberates through time and space, echoing from generation to generation into eternity. It is not limited by sickness or by distance or death. It's not amorphous. It is why we go on living, go on hoping and go on being. It is because deep within our souls, there is a glimmer of faith that somewhere, someone can or does or will love us. And it is that glint that gives us the strength to go on -- whether we know it or not.
It is the reason why so many stories end with love or marriage. It doesn't have to be romantic. But it does necessitate change. It makes us less selfish and more selfish. It makes us want to continue forever and through it, we can. Because while stories end, love doesn't. It is immortal.
And in some way, that is what we all want. Through love, we achieve it.
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| From the time I was a little girl, I felt I had PLENTY of love in my life. |
I suppose it's one reason why I was never overly enthusiastic about tying the knot -- or even having a serious relationship. The whole institution of marriage seemed to carry this finality about it -- especially for women -- and it was just too much for me to think about. It's probably why I was never into weddings or wedding dresses or any number of things: because it felt like an ending of sorts.
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| T(wonderful)FMT made me happy to have EVEN more! |
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| Some of the people I love best during the last serious round of medical drama. |
On the bright side, I've stopped stressing out about the wedding. Really, it's the last of my concerns. For all I care, The Future Mr. Two and I don't need a wedding. (TFMT would say that's been my opinion from the start, which is true). We were going to have a big bash with all of our friends; if you're reading this blog, you were probably on our original list. But as my health has failed to stabilized, our plans have gotten smaller. From 600 to 60 -- only our families.
I am extremely fortunate to have a life jam packed with love: from my family, friends (hi!), colleagues, teachers, conductors, mentors, readers:) the list literally goes on and on. But I don't want my story to end any time soon. I rather enjoy being in it. And I look forward to it long after marrying TFMT.
Even though it's with a certain level of consternation, there is something I have learned about endings and love and about each of us: Regardless of religious belief (I've got enough for a few congregations) love is eternal. Whether through stories retold by friends, children, grand children and great grandchildren, or though some mystical bond, it reverberates through time and space, echoing from generation to generation into eternity. It is not limited by sickness or by distance or death. It's not amorphous. It is why we go on living, go on hoping and go on being. It is because deep within our souls, there is a glimmer of faith that somewhere, someone can or does or will love us. And it is that glint that gives us the strength to go on -- whether we know it or not.
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| Love comes in all shapes, sizes and types. |
It is the reason why so many stories end with love or marriage. It doesn't have to be romantic. But it does necessitate change. It makes us less selfish and more selfish. It makes us want to continue forever and through it, we can. Because while stories end, love doesn't. It is immortal.
And in some way, that is what we all want. Through love, we achieve it.
So a guy walks into a Bar...
Mr. One is a lawyer. But I love him anyway.
He's been licensed in New York since we were newleyweds, but just got around to doing the paperwork for the D.C. Bar.
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| I brought the kiddies down to the Court to watch him take his oath. |
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| They were really sweet and charming. |
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| Probably because they slept through the entire ceremony. |
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| After everyone left, we took a few pictures. |
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| And then we celebrated! |
Bathing is a communal activity
On Saturday we went to the baths. Some of us *ahem* Astroboy *ahem* didn't like the prospect of swimming with naked men. The rest of us were totally psyched. And because he married my sister behind my back, I made Astroboy come along anyway. 
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| Astroboy's revenge: Three, Five and I went into the freezing tub to take a picture. Astroboy refused to take the photo until I was fully submerged. Not. Cool. Freezing |