6.19.2011
It's been awhile, but this is worth it!
My awesome friend, Shari, is about to become a published author. I've been lucky enough to read her upcoming book, and it is amazing, and you should all run right out and get it when it comes out....next fall. BUT, she has a great blog, and to tempt you until her book comes out, she will be having really fun contests. Including this one. So go! Read! Enter! Enjoy! You'll thank me later.
5.04.2009
Three!
She's three! Already? Three? How can this possibly be? Just yesterday she was a teensy peanut. And now she's singing broadway, and doing her own "ballet" and informing us that she was made in California. She's three and she's fabulous. Happy Birthday to the WK!!!!!
2.23.2009
Why I am not a morning person
So. Every morning, during the week, PBB gets up early, showers, dresses and heads off to work.
Inevitably, he wakes up Thisbe a bit, and generally, we just go right back to sleep.
Unfortunately, in the short interim period between when PBB leaves and when Thisbe actually must get up (usually no more than 30-45 minutes) Thisbe often has very odd dreams. This one is from earlier this month, and is by far, our favorite (remembered) dream so far. It was in fact so odd, that Thisbe actually sent PBB an email about it, which is reproduced here:
"I had a dream this morning that you and I went to a casino. As we were wandering around in the stores you found a talking cake that "mates for life". You loved this cake and insisted on buying it, despite the fact that it was $4000 (initially you kept telling me it was $40). When you realized the cost you tried to return it, but the casino would not take it back, but you weren't all that upset because you loved the talking cake "that mates for life" (Note: the fact that the cake "mated for life was a huge selling point for you, and although no one could explain to me how/why a cake would "mate for life", everyone was very enthusiastic about it*). Then you wanted to eat it. I pointed out repeatedly that you should not eat the talking cake, but you just kept saying that it was delicious. I was also very upset, since you have been so worried about the economy and making sure we are saving money lately and pointed out that we therefore don't have $4000 for talking, mating, cakes, and you told me that actually, we did, as you have extra money in a secret account. At this point I got very mad and woke up.
So. A few things.
1) Do not buy any talking, mating, cakes
2) Especially if they are more than $40
3) Especially if they are $4000
4) If you ignore the other 3 things, at least don't EAT the stupid cake
5) If I find out that you have a "secret" account with enough money to make such a ridiculous purchase, we will be having a serious conversation, and you better bring some flowers"
AAAAAAAAND bow. Thank you, thank you. Yes. This really, really, was Thisbe's dream. And Thisbe was on NO medication or mind-altering substances. I know. You're impressed.
*What would a cake mate with? Presumably another cake, but would they then birth a series of teeny cakes? (Kind of an exciting thought. Yum! Teeny cakes!). Of course, there appeared to be only one of the talking, mating, cakes, so could it mate with a regular cake? Also, why would they "mate for life" How long would a cake live? Frankly, this dream raised many more questions than it answered.
Today's Project: Final scarf, then hat, then baby gift
Today's Life Observation: Someone who is totally unreliable, lies, and deliberately ignores you? PROBABLY NOT A GOOD FRIEND. Ugh.
Inevitably, he wakes up Thisbe a bit, and generally, we just go right back to sleep.
Unfortunately, in the short interim period between when PBB leaves and when Thisbe actually must get up (usually no more than 30-45 minutes) Thisbe often has very odd dreams. This one is from earlier this month, and is by far, our favorite (remembered) dream so far. It was in fact so odd, that Thisbe actually sent PBB an email about it, which is reproduced here:
"I had a dream this morning that you and I went to a casino. As we were wandering around in the stores you found a talking cake that "mates for life". You loved this cake and insisted on buying it, despite the fact that it was $4000 (initially you kept telling me it was $40). When you realized the cost you tried to return it, but the casino would not take it back, but you weren't all that upset because you loved the talking cake "that mates for life" (Note: the fact that the cake "mated for life was a huge selling point for you, and although no one could explain to me how/why a cake would "mate for life", everyone was very enthusiastic about it*). Then you wanted to eat it. I pointed out repeatedly that you should not eat the talking cake, but you just kept saying that it was delicious. I was also very upset, since you have been so worried about the economy and making sure we are saving money lately and pointed out that we therefore don't have $4000 for talking, mating, cakes, and you told me that actually, we did, as you have extra money in a secret account. At this point I got very mad and woke up.
So. A few things.
1) Do not buy any talking, mating, cakes
2) Especially if they are more than $40
3) Especially if they are $4000
4) If you ignore the other 3 things, at least don't EAT the stupid cake
5) If I find out that you have a "secret" account with enough money to make such a ridiculous purchase, we will be having a serious conversation, and you better bring some flowers"
AAAAAAAAND bow. Thank you, thank you. Yes. This really, really, was Thisbe's dream. And Thisbe was on NO medication or mind-altering substances. I know. You're impressed.
*What would a cake mate with? Presumably another cake, but would they then birth a series of teeny cakes? (Kind of an exciting thought. Yum! Teeny cakes!). Of course, there appeared to be only one of the talking, mating, cakes, so could it mate with a regular cake? Also, why would they "mate for life" How long would a cake live? Frankly, this dream raised many more questions than it answered.
Today's Project: Final scarf, then hat, then baby gift
Today's Life Observation: Someone who is totally unreliable, lies, and deliberately ignores you? PROBABLY NOT A GOOD FRIEND. Ugh.
2.19.2009
Lessons Learned
So. In the last couple of months, Thisbe has learned several important life lessons from rehearsals, television, the WK, etc. And we feel it is important to share some of them:
Lesson #1 (from 24): Unless you actually see someone die, they aren't really dead (and even if you see them die, they might not be dead). We think this is great news, in that we've never actually seen anyone die, so all of our lost loved ones are apparently just operatives in secret government cells.
Lesson #2 (from WK): Daddy lives at his office because he loves it there.
Lesson #3 (from rehearsal): Turns out, a curtain? Is NOT SOUNDPROOF. So why must you discuss INAPPROPRIATE THINGS that we can ALL hear? Thisbe's ears continue to bleed.
Lesson #4 (from a children's show): Grownups are sillies.
Lesson #5 (from The Mentalist): Messy women are great in bed. Heh.
Lesson #6 (from The Closer): Lawyers are very sneaky, and often evil. [Note: I kind of knew this before]
Lesson #7 (from PBB): A**holery is women's kryptonite.
Lesson #8 (from a director): Thisbe is too "ethnic" to play a role that was also played by Julia Ormond.
Lesson #9 (from our new BFF, Lady S.): It's Ok to be dead inside. :)
Lesson #10 (from Mother Nature): Mother Nature, like Karma, is a b*tch. It will be winter forever here, but we will experience a fleeting day of pleasant weather just to drive us mad.
Lesson #11 (from Hot Guy): Just because you are pretty, does not mean you should talk. Or interact with others. Stick with standing quietly so we can gaze at you.
Lesson #12 (from Facebook): Custom privacy settings allow you to prevent certain people from completely disregarding internet etiquette.
Lesson #13 (from a trip to the Aquarium): Do NOT go to the Aquarium on a holiday. During a school break. Unless you like losing all sense(s) of personal space, hearing, and sanity.
Lesson #14 (from an unfortunate mistake): Do not drink caffeinated tea at 10 pm. Unless you aren't interested in going to sleep until 4am.
Lesson #15 (from the WK): [The reason people talk] is because they have batteries! The batteries are right in your throat! (Here she also opens her mouth to display her batteries).
Today's Project: One scarf down, 2 to go, plus one hat (Gimmelgirl -you're almost on deck!), one extra long pair wristies, one special baby present. Might not all get done today.
Today's Life Observation: How is it possible that it was 50 degrees this morning and we got an inch of snow tonight? EXPLAIN PLEASE.
Lesson #1 (from 24): Unless you actually see someone die, they aren't really dead (and even if you see them die, they might not be dead). We think this is great news, in that we've never actually seen anyone die, so all of our lost loved ones are apparently just operatives in secret government cells.
Lesson #2 (from WK): Daddy lives at his office because he loves it there.
Lesson #3 (from rehearsal): Turns out, a curtain? Is NOT SOUNDPROOF. So why must you discuss INAPPROPRIATE THINGS that we can ALL hear? Thisbe's ears continue to bleed.
Lesson #4 (from a children's show): Grownups are sillies.
Lesson #5 (from The Mentalist): Messy women are great in bed. Heh.
Lesson #6 (from The Closer): Lawyers are very sneaky, and often evil. [Note: I kind of knew this before]
Lesson #7 (from PBB): A**holery is women's kryptonite.
Lesson #8 (from a director): Thisbe is too "ethnic" to play a role that was also played by Julia Ormond.
Lesson #9 (from our new BFF, Lady S.): It's Ok to be dead inside. :)
Lesson #10 (from Mother Nature): Mother Nature, like Karma, is a b*tch. It will be winter forever here, but we will experience a fleeting day of pleasant weather just to drive us mad.
Lesson #11 (from Hot Guy): Just because you are pretty, does not mean you should talk. Or interact with others. Stick with standing quietly so we can gaze at you.
Lesson #12 (from Facebook): Custom privacy settings allow you to prevent certain people from completely disregarding internet etiquette.
Lesson #13 (from a trip to the Aquarium): Do NOT go to the Aquarium on a holiday. During a school break. Unless you like losing all sense(s) of personal space, hearing, and sanity.
Lesson #14 (from an unfortunate mistake): Do not drink caffeinated tea at 10 pm. Unless you aren't interested in going to sleep until 4am.
Lesson #15 (from the WK): [The reason people talk] is because they have batteries! The batteries are right in your throat! (Here she also opens her mouth to display her batteries).
Today's Project: One scarf down, 2 to go, plus one hat (Gimmelgirl -you're almost on deck!), one extra long pair wristies, one special baby present. Might not all get done today.
Today's Life Observation: How is it possible that it was 50 degrees this morning and we got an inch of snow tonight? EXPLAIN PLEASE.
2.17.2009
Where you BEEN AT?
Yes. So. Thisbe just looked at this blog and, WHOA! It's been over 2 months since we've been here.
And the obvious question is what the blogspot have you been doing with your time, woman?
Well. We'd like to tell you that we've been curing cancer, or brokering world peace, but that would be unfortunately, inaccurate.
Rather, there's been a lot of the following activities:
1) Driving the WK to and from places. It is my understanding that this activity is going to increase exponentially until she gets her driver's license, and then unless we provide her with a vehicle of her very own, this activity will be replaced by Calling and screaming at the not-so-WK to a) get home RIGHT now and b) DRIVE CAREFULLY!!! Not to mention that there is at least another 13+ years of the chauffeuring to go. Sigh.
2) Rehearsing for children's shows. Upshot: way low key. Low key to the point that often rehearsals for the last show resembled more of a prelude to the drinking that followed. Up next: Alice in Wonderland, starring, yours truly!
3) Offstage drama with several different friends. Oh. You know who you are. And so there was the breaking up with friends, passive aggressive sniping with/at/from friends, actual hollering at friends, and getting back together with friends, etc., etc. OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS. If you read this blog, save us all the trouble and follow 2 simple rules to avoid 90% of problems with Thisbe 1) return phone calls/emails 2) don't lie to me/about me. IS THIS REALLY SO HARD?
4) Family. Family. Family. Visiting family. Traveling to see family. Preparing for family visits. Attending family occasions. We love family, but we are considering entering witness protection just to get a few days of free time.
5) Engaging in the Great Potty Training Endeavor of '09. So far both sides remain entrenched, and no ground has been gained by either camp, but on the plus side, no lives lost. However, as we are entering into a critical phase of the Endeavor, all bets are off. If Thisbe is gone for another 2 months, it is probably because she suffered a breakdown and had to be sent to a "spa" to "rest".
6) Facebook. Yes. We have a problem. And we do not care.
7) Napping. See 1-5 above.
8) Drinking. See 1-5 above. Drinking also included a fabulous New Year's Eve Party and an awesome impromptu Superbowl get-together. Plus general drinking.
And for those of you playing along at home. We did indeed take the WK to see the Lion King. She sat through the entire thing, and absolutely loved it.* And now we listen to the Lion King every day. All day. For a total of (approximately) 3,782 times so far. Hoo-BOY. Do we ever love the Lion King! In some bad news: still there is the obsession with Bello. How we hate him. Hate him so.
*Cutest thing ever? WK brought her own teeny stuffed lion (now named Simba) to the show, and at the end of Circle of Life? When the Baboon holds up the Baby Simba? She HELD UP HER LION TOO. Ok. Sorry. That was way too "Mommy" of us. But still. SO. FREAKING. CUTE.
Today's Project: Finishing up some scarves so we can get to several other projects.
Today's Life Observation: In the words of Avenue Q "The more you love someone the more you want to kill them". Oh. There are some people I love A LOT right now. ;)
And the obvious question is what the blogspot have you been doing with your time, woman?
Well. We'd like to tell you that we've been curing cancer, or brokering world peace, but that would be unfortunately, inaccurate.
Rather, there's been a lot of the following activities:
1) Driving the WK to and from places. It is my understanding that this activity is going to increase exponentially until she gets her driver's license, and then unless we provide her with a vehicle of her very own, this activity will be replaced by Calling and screaming at the not-so-WK to a) get home RIGHT now and b) DRIVE CAREFULLY!!! Not to mention that there is at least another 13+ years of the chauffeuring to go. Sigh.
2) Rehearsing for children's shows. Upshot: way low key. Low key to the point that often rehearsals for the last show resembled more of a prelude to the drinking that followed. Up next: Alice in Wonderland, starring, yours truly!
3) Offstage drama with several different friends. Oh. You know who you are. And so there was the breaking up with friends, passive aggressive sniping with/at/from friends, actual hollering at friends, and getting back together with friends, etc., etc. OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS. If you read this blog, save us all the trouble and follow 2 simple rules to avoid 90% of problems with Thisbe 1) return phone calls/emails 2) don't lie to me/about me. IS THIS REALLY SO HARD?
4) Family. Family. Family. Visiting family. Traveling to see family. Preparing for family visits. Attending family occasions. We love family, but we are considering entering witness protection just to get a few days of free time.
5) Engaging in the Great Potty Training Endeavor of '09. So far both sides remain entrenched, and no ground has been gained by either camp, but on the plus side, no lives lost. However, as we are entering into a critical phase of the Endeavor, all bets are off. If Thisbe is gone for another 2 months, it is probably because she suffered a breakdown and had to be sent to a "spa" to "rest".
6) Facebook. Yes. We have a problem. And we do not care.
7) Napping. See 1-5 above.
8) Drinking. See 1-5 above. Drinking also included a fabulous New Year's Eve Party and an awesome impromptu Superbowl get-together. Plus general drinking.
And for those of you playing along at home. We did indeed take the WK to see the Lion King. She sat through the entire thing, and absolutely loved it.* And now we listen to the Lion King every day. All day. For a total of (approximately) 3,782 times so far. Hoo-BOY. Do we ever love the Lion King! In some bad news: still there is the obsession with Bello. How we hate him. Hate him so.
*Cutest thing ever? WK brought her own teeny stuffed lion (now named Simba) to the show, and at the end of Circle of Life? When the Baboon holds up the Baby Simba? She HELD UP HER LION TOO. Ok. Sorry. That was way too "Mommy" of us. But still. SO. FREAKING. CUTE.
Today's Project: Finishing up some scarves so we can get to several other projects.
Today's Life Observation: In the words of Avenue Q "The more you love someone the more you want to kill them". Oh. There are some people I love A LOT right now. ;)
12.15.2008
Why I hate Clowns.....
OK. So we all know that Thisbe hates clowns.* And you can all post comments for me about how they are cute and engaging, and lovely, and why do I hate the cheerful little scamps?
And I have one word for you people: Bello.
The In-Laws took us, and the WK to see Bello in October, and since then, it has been a non-stop Bello-logue in our house.
Every morning? WK is yelling at Bello: "BELLO! I SAY NO! I SAY NO, BELLO!"
Every day, in the car? WK insists on singing the Bello theme song: "It's a BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO-BRAAAAAAAATION!!!!"
Every night? Recap of what WK & Bello did today: "So I say, Bello, NO! And then he go up. And then he take the blanket, and I say, BELLO! NO!.........
[As an aside, for all that the WK insists that Bello loves her, and is her best friend, etc., etc., she yells at him a LOT]
[One other aside: the extensive discussion of Bello has been massively abbreviated for Thisbe's sanity]
Every night, after the day's Bello overload? Heavy drinking.
But Thisbe has a plan. Bello, say hello to THE LION KING.
Today's project: Mishmash of knitting and recovering from the weekend
Today's Life Observation: Men are wonderful, but they can be stupid. ;)
*Because they are terrifying, and because they eat people. Don't even try to persuade me otherwise.
And I have one word for you people: Bello.
The In-Laws took us, and the WK to see Bello in October, and since then, it has been a non-stop Bello-logue in our house.
Every morning? WK is yelling at Bello: "BELLO! I SAY NO! I SAY NO, BELLO!"
Every day, in the car? WK insists on singing the Bello theme song: "It's a BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO BELLO-BRAAAAAAAATION!!!!"
Every night? Recap of what WK & Bello did today: "So I say, Bello, NO! And then he go up. And then he take the blanket, and I say, BELLO! NO!.........
[As an aside, for all that the WK insists that Bello loves her, and is her best friend, etc., etc., she yells at him a LOT]
[One other aside: the extensive discussion of Bello has been massively abbreviated for Thisbe's sanity]
Every night, after the day's Bello overload? Heavy drinking.
But Thisbe has a plan. Bello, say hello to THE LION KING.
Today's project: Mishmash of knitting and recovering from the weekend
Today's Life Observation: Men are wonderful, but they can be stupid. ;)
*Because they are terrifying, and because they eat people. Don't even try to persuade me otherwise.
11.07.2008
Interesting....
So I took this test, suggested by one of my favorite blogs (My Mom Shops), and here are the results...surprisingly accurate, I think...
Today's Project: Quick Baby Hat - waiting for pattern for another project
Today's Life Observation: Tivo is the greatest invention since the wheel. Or the polio vaccine. Well. It's pretty fantastic anyway.
Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...
You Are a Marilyn!
You are a Marilyn -- "I am affectionate and skeptical."
How to Get Along with Me
What I Like About Being a Marilyn
What's Hard About Being a Marilyn
Marilyns as Children Often
Marilyns as Parents
Marilyns are responsible, trustworthy, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes. Their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative.
How to Get Along with Me
- * Be direct and clear
- * Listen to me carefully
- * Don't judge me for my anxiety
- * Work things through with me
- * Reassure me that everything is OK between us
- * Laugh and make jokes with me
- * Gently push me toward new experiences
- * Try not to overreact to my overreacting.
What I Like About Being a Marilyn
- * being committed and faithful to family and friends
- * being responsible and hardworking
- * being compassionate toward others
- * having intellect and wit
- * being a nonconformist
- * confronting danger bravely
- * being direct and assertive
What's Hard About Being a Marilyn
- * the constant push and pull involved in trying to make up my mind
- * procrastinating because of fear of failure; having little confidence in myself
- * fearing being abandoned or taken advantage of
- * exhausting myself by worrying and scanning for danger
- * wishing I had a rule book at work so I could do everything right
- * being too critical of myself when I haven't lived up to my expectations
Marilyns as Children Often
- * are friendly, likable, and dependable, and/or sarcastic, bossy, and stubborn
- * are anxious and hypervigilant; anticipate danger
- * form a team of "us against them" with a best friend or parent
- * look to groups or authorities to protect them and/or question authority and rebel
- * are neglected or abused, come from unpredictable or alcoholic families, and/or take on the fearfulness of an overly anxious parent
Marilyns as Parents
- * are often loving, nurturing, and have a strong sense of duty
- * are sometimes reluctant to give their children independence
- * worry more than most that their children will get hurt
- * sometimes have trouble saying no and setting boundaries
Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz at HelloQuizzy
Today's Project: Quick Baby Hat - waiting for pattern for another project
Today's Life Observation: Tivo is the greatest invention since the wheel. Or the polio vaccine. Well. It's pretty fantastic anyway.
10.24.2008
Kids say the darndest things.....
Tonight, at dinner.
WK: [earnestly] When I was a big girl? I used to move it, move it.* Like a tiger.
PBB & Thisbe: Well, sure. Like a tiger.
*Said as in the song from Madagascar "I like to Move it, move it!"
Today's Project: Halloween Costume. To be revealed soon!
Today's Life Observation: Growing up is hard work.
WK: [earnestly] When I was a big girl? I used to move it, move it.* Like a tiger.
PBB & Thisbe: Well, sure. Like a tiger.
*Said as in the song from Madagascar "I like to Move it, move it!"
Today's Project: Halloween Costume. To be revealed soon!
Today's Life Observation: Growing up is hard work.
10.21.2008
Hola!
OK. So one of the big reasons Thisbe has been absent here, is because she was vacationing in Spain with PBB.
But wait, you ask, what of the WK? Well. The WK was also vacationing, but in the Ancestral Home City, with her Mimi & Big Pop.
[Pause while the realization that Thisbe & PBB took a REAL. BIG PERSON. VACATION. Sinks in]
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Ok. Thisbe admits, leaving the WK was about as awful as ripping off her own arm. There was much sobbing and whimpering (on Thisbe's part. The WK was totally fine). But after a few hours (days) Thisbe came right around.
What follows is a condensed travel journal, if you will, of our journey to Espana. We had a fabulous time overall and Thisbe returned with many lovely, buttery soft leather goods.
Day 1: We drive, and drive, and drive, and drive to get to the airport. Upon arrival we park in long term parking and make the ridiculous trek to the actual terminal. (Approximate time to get to airport, 6.3 days). Realize once we are in line that the book Thisbe had been saving for the trip? IN THE CAR. Finally we get to the front of the check-in line and are told that Thisbe and PBB CANNOT SIT TOGETHER ON THE 7 HOUR FLIGHT. After all of the effort just to get to the counter, plus the trauma of leaving the WK, combined with the fact that Thisbe is not a great flier, and of course, failure to remember the book, you can imagine how well Thisbe handled this. Much sobbing and rending of garments later, the nice man sitting next to PBB agreed to switch seats, and we settled in for the flight.
Flight itself was fine. In-flight conditions? Bad. Very. Very. Bad. The "in-flight meal" was, by far, the worst airplane food (or for that matter, any food) Thisbe has ever seen/refused to taste. Additionally, the heat in the plane was on, and there was no air circulation, so Thisbe was nearly suffocated. Also. There was an in-flight movie, but PBB's headphones were non-functional, and it was irrelevant because there was no way to actually see the screen. Iberia Airlines? You will be receiving a very nasty letter. So amid these inauspicious circumstances we arrive in Madrid and make our connecting flight (uneventful) to Barcelona.
It is during our attempts to connect to our flight to Barcelona that we first experience what Thisbe likes to call "the Spanish System", as in, there is no system. To wit: On the flight as we arrived at the gate in Madrid, the flight attendant informed us that if we had connecting flights, Iberia personnel would be available as we disembarked to direct us to our next gate. Blithely we get off the plane (relieved to just be off it) and start looking for the personnel. No personnel. In fact, no real gate. We follow the signs/general teeming of people and ultimately arrive in a more populated area of the terminal. We figure out which gate we are supposed to be at, based on the departure board, and thanks to Thisbe's Amazing Race-style skillz, get to the gate indicated. Except there is no one there. Also, the gate is alternately flashing 4 different flights all leaving at the same time. We attempt to ask other airline personnel, they are strikingly unhelpful. We find the Iberia help desk, they assure us that the flight is indeed at that gate, but as of 10 minutes AFTER the scheduled boarding time there are still no personnel at the gate, and only a small number of people.
What we finally discovered (when we boarded 20 minutes later) is that this blase attitude is a hallmark of Spain. The basic standard is that any and every scheduled or regulated event is really just a suggestion. Lines? Also a suggestion. It is sort of a "do what you feel like when you want to" attitude. As you may well imagine, two Type-A attorneys functioned poorly under this system. [WHERE IS THE GATE ATTENDANT????? IS THIS EVEN OUR GATE???? ARE WE EVEN IN SPAIN????? WTF?????].
So, amid these relatively inauspicious circumstances, we arrive in Barcelona and take a (thankfully) uneventful cab ride to our hotel.
Day 2: Barcelona! Barcelona is a fun city. It is not exactly a beautiful city but it is very interesting and has a cool gothic quality in certain areas. When we first arrived we were exhausted and starving, so we went seeking food, and located an adorable coffee shop/patisserie called Mauri around the corner from our hotel. Thisbe loves Mauri. Thisbe would like to crawl into one of their sumptuous display cases and live in there with all of the delicious pastries and sandwiches. After much gesturing and guessing, we procured sandwiches and an iced coffee and all was well with the world, and thus fortified we headed off to our first tourist attraction, Parc Guell.
For those of you who are unfamiliar, Parc Guell is an incredible garden complex designed by the architect Antoni Gaudi. (get comfortable with his name, you will be seeing it a lot in this mini-travel journal). Originally designed to be a planned community (which, incidentally, would have been an environmentally friendly community), it is situated on a hill with many paths, some very cool arched walkways, and a large open terrace surrounded by a continuous bench, as well as many other incredible architectural features which would require several hours to detail. However, for the purposes of this discussion, one of the key elements to remember is that it is situated on a hill. A very big hill. Indeed, the hill is so big that they actually built escalators into the street to allow people to gain access to the park. And Thisbe, for one, barely made it up to the park with the escalators. And that's after the increased gym time.
But it is worth it. Parc Guell is incredibly beautiful and Thisbe loved all of the Gaudi elements, particularly the use of broken pottery to create a sort of mosaic effect on the benches and many of the buildings. PBB (oddly) and correctly also noted that Parc Guell was the site for the final walk-off in Cycle 7 of ANTM. Thisbe was also particularly fond of the lizard at the fountain in the front of the park. All in all, it was a very pleasant ramble through our first big Barcelona sight.
Later that night we went to a restaurant called Botafumiero for dinner. In addition to being a nice restaurant generally, it turns out that Botafumeiro is sort of a Carmine's type establishment, frequented by many celebrities, whose pictures adorn the walls for patron's amusement. (e.g. Scarlett Johansson) As with many restaurants in Barcelona, there was a heavy emphasis on seafood at Botafumeiro, which we capitalized on by eating king crab and calamari. This dinner also kicked off Thisbe's week of drinking. Spain is known for delicious wine, cava (sparkling wine) and dessert wine. And Thisbe recognized that it was her opportunity, nay, her duty, to sample one drink from each of the aforementioned categories with every dinner. And so she did. And it was good.
Next up on the travelogue: The Picasso Museum & La Rambla. Stay tuned!
Today's Project: Working on the Wk's Halloween costume
Today's Life Observation: My cell phone is possessed by Satan. Really.
But wait, you ask, what of the WK? Well. The WK was also vacationing, but in the Ancestral Home City, with her Mimi & Big Pop.
[Pause while the realization that Thisbe & PBB took a REAL. BIG PERSON. VACATION. Sinks in]
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Ok. Thisbe admits, leaving the WK was about as awful as ripping off her own arm. There was much sobbing and whimpering (on Thisbe's part. The WK was totally fine). But after a few hours (days) Thisbe came right around.
What follows is a condensed travel journal, if you will, of our journey to Espana. We had a fabulous time overall and Thisbe returned with many lovely, buttery soft leather goods.
Day 1: We drive, and drive, and drive, and drive to get to the airport. Upon arrival we park in long term parking and make the ridiculous trek to the actual terminal. (Approximate time to get to airport, 6.3 days). Realize once we are in line that the book Thisbe had been saving for the trip? IN THE CAR. Finally we get to the front of the check-in line and are told that Thisbe and PBB CANNOT SIT TOGETHER ON THE 7 HOUR FLIGHT. After all of the effort just to get to the counter, plus the trauma of leaving the WK, combined with the fact that Thisbe is not a great flier, and of course, failure to remember the book, you can imagine how well Thisbe handled this. Much sobbing and rending of garments later, the nice man sitting next to PBB agreed to switch seats, and we settled in for the flight.
Flight itself was fine. In-flight conditions? Bad. Very. Very. Bad. The "in-flight meal" was, by far, the worst airplane food (or for that matter, any food) Thisbe has ever seen/refused to taste. Additionally, the heat in the plane was on, and there was no air circulation, so Thisbe was nearly suffocated. Also. There was an in-flight movie, but PBB's headphones were non-functional, and it was irrelevant because there was no way to actually see the screen. Iberia Airlines? You will be receiving a very nasty letter. So amid these inauspicious circumstances we arrive in Madrid and make our connecting flight (uneventful) to Barcelona.
It is during our attempts to connect to our flight to Barcelona that we first experience what Thisbe likes to call "the Spanish System", as in, there is no system. To wit: On the flight as we arrived at the gate in Madrid, the flight attendant informed us that if we had connecting flights, Iberia personnel would be available as we disembarked to direct us to our next gate. Blithely we get off the plane (relieved to just be off it) and start looking for the personnel. No personnel. In fact, no real gate. We follow the signs/general teeming of people and ultimately arrive in a more populated area of the terminal. We figure out which gate we are supposed to be at, based on the departure board, and thanks to Thisbe's Amazing Race-style skillz, get to the gate indicated. Except there is no one there. Also, the gate is alternately flashing 4 different flights all leaving at the same time. We attempt to ask other airline personnel, they are strikingly unhelpful. We find the Iberia help desk, they assure us that the flight is indeed at that gate, but as of 10 minutes AFTER the scheduled boarding time there are still no personnel at the gate, and only a small number of people.
What we finally discovered (when we boarded 20 minutes later) is that this blase attitude is a hallmark of Spain. The basic standard is that any and every scheduled or regulated event is really just a suggestion. Lines? Also a suggestion. It is sort of a "do what you feel like when you want to" attitude. As you may well imagine, two Type-A attorneys functioned poorly under this system. [WHERE IS THE GATE ATTENDANT????? IS THIS EVEN OUR GATE???? ARE WE EVEN IN SPAIN????? WTF?????].
So, amid these relatively inauspicious circumstances, we arrive in Barcelona and take a (thankfully) uneventful cab ride to our hotel.
Day 2: Barcelona! Barcelona is a fun city. It is not exactly a beautiful city but it is very interesting and has a cool gothic quality in certain areas. When we first arrived we were exhausted and starving, so we went seeking food, and located an adorable coffee shop/patisserie called Mauri around the corner from our hotel. Thisbe loves Mauri. Thisbe would like to crawl into one of their sumptuous display cases and live in there with all of the delicious pastries and sandwiches. After much gesturing and guessing, we procured sandwiches and an iced coffee and all was well with the world, and thus fortified we headed off to our first tourist attraction, Parc Guell.
For those of you who are unfamiliar, Parc Guell is an incredible garden complex designed by the architect Antoni Gaudi. (get comfortable with his name, you will be seeing it a lot in this mini-travel journal). Originally designed to be a planned community (which, incidentally, would have been an environmentally friendly community), it is situated on a hill with many paths, some very cool arched walkways, and a large open terrace surrounded by a continuous bench, as well as many other incredible architectural features which would require several hours to detail. However, for the purposes of this discussion, one of the key elements to remember is that it is situated on a hill. A very big hill. Indeed, the hill is so big that they actually built escalators into the street to allow people to gain access to the park. And Thisbe, for one, barely made it up to the park with the escalators. And that's after the increased gym time.
But it is worth it. Parc Guell is incredibly beautiful and Thisbe loved all of the Gaudi elements, particularly the use of broken pottery to create a sort of mosaic effect on the benches and many of the buildings. PBB (oddly) and correctly also noted that Parc Guell was the site for the final walk-off in Cycle 7 of ANTM. Thisbe was also particularly fond of the lizard at the fountain in the front of the park. All in all, it was a very pleasant ramble through our first big Barcelona sight.
Later that night we went to a restaurant called Botafumiero for dinner. In addition to being a nice restaurant generally, it turns out that Botafumeiro is sort of a Carmine's type establishment, frequented by many celebrities, whose pictures adorn the walls for patron's amusement. (e.g. Scarlett Johansson) As with many restaurants in Barcelona, there was a heavy emphasis on seafood at Botafumeiro, which we capitalized on by eating king crab and calamari. This dinner also kicked off Thisbe's week of drinking. Spain is known for delicious wine, cava (sparkling wine) and dessert wine. And Thisbe recognized that it was her opportunity, nay, her duty, to sample one drink from each of the aforementioned categories with every dinner. And so she did. And it was good.
Next up on the travelogue: The Picasso Museum & La Rambla. Stay tuned!
Today's Project: Working on the Wk's Halloween costume
Today's Life Observation: My cell phone is possessed by Satan. Really.
9.17.2008
Love it or Hate it?
1. Whole Foods: LOVE IT. Ah Whole Foods. With your delicious prepared foods section, and your array of soups, and your (now individually packaged) caramel corn. You make me feel warm and fuzzy.
2. The WK's "I can do it myself!!!!!" Phase: HATE IT. So far, the only things the WK can reliably do herself are 1) Whine/Cry/Scream 2) Spill stuff. Unsurprisingly, there is not much call for either of these tasks in our everyday routine (although they are certainly injected into every possible event), so the WK is trying to do lots of things which she cannot do well, or in some cases at all. And she is QUITE FIRM that she MUST DO THEM HERSELF. "I put on pants MYSELF! I put on backpack MYSELF! I open door MYSELF! I go up/down stairs MYSELF!". Have you any idea how long it takes a 2 year old to put on a backpack? No? I'll let you know when she finishes doing it. So far, approximately 2 hours and 17 minutes. You know what Thisbe will be doing HERSELF? Figuring out how early is too early for drinking, that's what.
3. The new TNT show Raising The Bar: LOVE IT. OK. Judge me and scorn me, but a show which stars Zack? From Saved by the Bell? All growed up? Do not even tell me that you aren't the least bit curious. Also, it is so soap-opera-y that it is hilarious.
4. Drivers on the Parkway. HATE THEM. I know there has been much complaining of the bad drivers in this area, but GEEZ. Now that Thisbe is taking the WK to preschool and must drive back and forth on the Parkway every day, we are being subjected to a whole new level of bad driver. White service van? THE SPEED LIMIT IS 55! WHY DID YOU DRIVE 40??????? Guy from NJ? 1) You need a headset for the cellphone which is distracting you 2) if you cannot drive properly and talk on your cell phone then please stop 3) you must choose ONE lane to drive in 4) your sort of idiot behavior is the type of thing that makes me despise your state and wish that car-mounted weaponry were legal.
5. Sarah Palin: HATE HER. Sorry. Will not launch into rabid diatribe, understand that reasonable people can disagree, yet still: HATE HER.
6. Tina Fey PLAYING Sarah Palin: LOVE HER. Particularly fond of part where Amy Poehler/Hilary is trying to talk and Tina/Sarah starts Miss America posing for the cameras. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Whew.
Today's Project: Oh, just take a guess. Hint: starts with "w" and ends with "risties"
Today's Life Observation: Naps - they're not just for toddlers anymore.
2. The WK's "I can do it myself!!!!!" Phase: HATE IT. So far, the only things the WK can reliably do herself are 1) Whine/Cry/Scream 2) Spill stuff. Unsurprisingly, there is not much call for either of these tasks in our everyday routine (although they are certainly injected into every possible event), so the WK is trying to do lots of things which she cannot do well, or in some cases at all. And she is QUITE FIRM that she MUST DO THEM HERSELF. "I put on pants MYSELF! I put on backpack MYSELF! I open door MYSELF! I go up/down stairs MYSELF!". Have you any idea how long it takes a 2 year old to put on a backpack? No? I'll let you know when she finishes doing it. So far, approximately 2 hours and 17 minutes. You know what Thisbe will be doing HERSELF? Figuring out how early is too early for drinking, that's what.
3. The new TNT show Raising The Bar: LOVE IT. OK. Judge me and scorn me, but a show which stars Zack? From Saved by the Bell? All growed up? Do not even tell me that you aren't the least bit curious. Also, it is so soap-opera-y that it is hilarious.
4. Drivers on the Parkway. HATE THEM. I know there has been much complaining of the bad drivers in this area, but GEEZ. Now that Thisbe is taking the WK to preschool and must drive back and forth on the Parkway every day, we are being subjected to a whole new level of bad driver. White service van? THE SPEED LIMIT IS 55! WHY DID YOU DRIVE 40??????? Guy from NJ? 1) You need a headset for the cellphone which is distracting you 2) if you cannot drive properly and talk on your cell phone then please stop 3) you must choose ONE lane to drive in 4) your sort of idiot behavior is the type of thing that makes me despise your state and wish that car-mounted weaponry were legal.
5. Sarah Palin: HATE HER. Sorry. Will not launch into rabid diatribe, understand that reasonable people can disagree, yet still: HATE HER.
6. Tina Fey PLAYING Sarah Palin: LOVE HER. Particularly fond of part where Amy Poehler/Hilary is trying to talk and Tina/Sarah starts Miss America posing for the cameras. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Whew.
Today's Project: Oh, just take a guess. Hint: starts with "w" and ends with "risties"
Today's Life Observation: Naps - they're not just for toddlers anymore.
9.16.2008
Tuesdays with WK
WK: Mommy. I want listen to song.
Thisbe: Ok. What song?
WK: I want the other song, not the other song.
Thisbe: Um. I have no idea what you mean. What is the name of the song?
WK: I can't tell you.
Thisbe: Ok. Can you sing part of the song?
WK; [Getting agitated] I can't TELL you! Can you please play the song?
Thisbe: Let me get this: you want me to play a song, but you can't tell me what it is. So I have to guess.
WK: [Crying] PLEASE! THE OTHER SONG! NOT THE OTHER SONG!
Thisbe: I am not sure whether to be frustrated, or impressed that you think I can read your mind.
WK: You just play song??????? PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE????????
Later the same day....WK is in bed. Suddenly, much crying and agitation. PBB goes to investigate:
PBB: [entering room] Hey sweetie - what's wrong?
WK: My pants are off!!!!
PBB: [Confirms that pants are off]. Yes. Yes they are. Why are your pants off?
WK: I took them off.
PBB: Why did you do that?
WK: So I can put them on.
You can't make this stuff up, people.
Today's Project: Freaking wristies. Hate.
Today's Life Observation: Candy Corn season has begun! Let the delicious consumption begin.
Thisbe: Ok. What song?
WK: I want the other song, not the other song.
Thisbe: Um. I have no idea what you mean. What is the name of the song?
WK: I can't tell you.
Thisbe: Ok. Can you sing part of the song?
WK; [Getting agitated] I can't TELL you! Can you please play the song?
Thisbe: Let me get this: you want me to play a song, but you can't tell me what it is. So I have to guess.
WK: [Crying] PLEASE! THE OTHER SONG! NOT THE OTHER SONG!
Thisbe: I am not sure whether to be frustrated, or impressed that you think I can read your mind.
WK: You just play song??????? PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE????????
Later the same day....WK is in bed. Suddenly, much crying and agitation. PBB goes to investigate:
PBB: [entering room] Hey sweetie - what's wrong?
WK: My pants are off!!!!
PBB: [Confirms that pants are off]. Yes. Yes they are. Why are your pants off?
WK: I took them off.
PBB: Why did you do that?
WK: So I can put them on.
You can't make this stuff up, people.
Today's Project: Freaking wristies. Hate.
Today's Life Observation: Candy Corn season has begun! Let the delicious consumption begin.
9.11.2008
Another Letter
Dear Karma,
While I realize that I have been slacking in the "de-worming of orphans in Africa" level of goodness, I have to say, I did not realize that I was unwittingly participating in the clubbing of baby seals, because MAN are you overwhelming me with the low-level smackdown over here. Whatever it is that I did, I apologize. To everyone. In the universe. Because clearly I have offended approximately 97% of you. You're right, I'm wrong. I didn't mean it, it was an accident. I had no idea that I was putting out this kind of negative energy. Now please, please, can we move past all of this?
With love and wishes only for world peace,
Thisbe
Today's Project: Well, since karma is in charge, wristies.
Today's Life Observation: Something neutral! That offends no one! You're all lovely!
While I realize that I have been slacking in the "de-worming of orphans in Africa" level of goodness, I have to say, I did not realize that I was unwittingly participating in the clubbing of baby seals, because MAN are you overwhelming me with the low-level smackdown over here. Whatever it is that I did, I apologize. To everyone. In the universe. Because clearly I have offended approximately 97% of you. You're right, I'm wrong. I didn't mean it, it was an accident. I had no idea that I was putting out this kind of negative energy. Now please, please, can we move past all of this?
With love and wishes only for world peace,
Thisbe
Today's Project: Well, since karma is in charge, wristies.
Today's Life Observation: Something neutral! That offends no one! You're all lovely!
8.23.2008
Um. Yeah. About the blogging....
OK. So, Thisbe has gotten a little behind on the posting.
We blame Facebook.
You all know what we are talking about. The seductive format of knowing what 90 of your closest friends are doing (thanks to status updates) at any given moment with the merest click of a mouse? Overwhelming.
However, with the recent addition of high school pictures of Thisbe [Thisbe will pause here while you all go take a look. And yes. Thisbe looks stupid. Enjoy. Laugh away. All of you readers are on facebook too, and if you think it won't happen to you? You are very, sadly, mistaken.]; Thisbe is much less enamored of the facebook scene. It is like going to your favorite cafe and realizing that now there is a lame poetry reading there every day. Or a crappy band. But we digress.
So, yeah, facebook started the lack of blogging, but then it was exacerbated by the following (in no particular order):
1) Working at a summer program part-time in July. For a variety of reasons it was exhausting. Enough said.
2) The inordinate amount of family time the Thisbe family had this summer. Thisbe thinks that she has not spent this much time with her family or PBB's family (or any family) since she was in high school.
3) Traveling, attendant to the family visiting-ness.
4) Summer is the time when PBB, in all his glory, is the head of the Summer Associate Program at his firm. This requires Thisbe to step up and be Adorable Charming Wife, and host a large party at her house, and attend a series of events. At all of these events Thisbe must be witty and charming and adorable. And although Thisbe *is* witty and charming and adorable, um, she is not all of these things all of the time. And she can often be cranky and hostile and off-putting, so this sort of thing is also time consuming and exhausting.
5) The WK had her first bout with the stomach flu. It was hideous. Hands are shaking merely remembering the week of the "bad noise". No more can be said. For Thisbe's mental health.
And the list continues, but these were some of the main issues.
So.....updates:
1) MEMG is now a member of PBB's firm.
2) [broken sobbing] The Little Blonde moved back to her Ancestral Homeland.
3) WK is working on the potty training. She knows most of the words to Livin' on a Prayer. She also routinely refers to PBB & Thisbe by their first names. {WK: "Thisbe! Just chill out!" Thisbe: [to self] Are you KIDDING ME with this?]
4) Thisbe and PBB are each a year older.
OK. More regular posting to resume. Promise
Today's Project: All knitting. All the time.
Today's Life Observation: It doesn't have to be a scary dream to be a nightmare.
We blame Facebook.
You all know what we are talking about. The seductive format of knowing what 90 of your closest friends are doing (thanks to status updates) at any given moment with the merest click of a mouse? Overwhelming.
However, with the recent addition of high school pictures of Thisbe [Thisbe will pause here while you all go take a look. And yes. Thisbe looks stupid. Enjoy. Laugh away. All of you readers are on facebook too, and if you think it won't happen to you? You are very, sadly, mistaken.]; Thisbe is much less enamored of the facebook scene. It is like going to your favorite cafe and realizing that now there is a lame poetry reading there every day. Or a crappy band. But we digress.
So, yeah, facebook started the lack of blogging, but then it was exacerbated by the following (in no particular order):
1) Working at a summer program part-time in July. For a variety of reasons it was exhausting. Enough said.
2) The inordinate amount of family time the Thisbe family had this summer. Thisbe thinks that she has not spent this much time with her family or PBB's family (or any family) since she was in high school.
3) Traveling, attendant to the family visiting-ness.
4) Summer is the time when PBB, in all his glory, is the head of the Summer Associate Program at his firm. This requires Thisbe to step up and be Adorable Charming Wife, and host a large party at her house, and attend a series of events. At all of these events Thisbe must be witty and charming and adorable. And although Thisbe *is* witty and charming and adorable, um, she is not all of these things all of the time. And she can often be cranky and hostile and off-putting, so this sort of thing is also time consuming and exhausting.
5) The WK had her first bout with the stomach flu. It was hideous. Hands are shaking merely remembering the week of the "bad noise". No more can be said. For Thisbe's mental health.
And the list continues, but these were some of the main issues.
So.....updates:
1) MEMG is now a member of PBB's firm.
2) [broken sobbing] The Little Blonde moved back to her Ancestral Homeland.
3) WK is working on the potty training. She knows most of the words to Livin' on a Prayer. She also routinely refers to PBB & Thisbe by their first names. {WK: "Thisbe! Just chill out!" Thisbe: [to self] Are you KIDDING ME with this?]
4) Thisbe and PBB are each a year older.
OK. More regular posting to resume. Promise
Today's Project: All knitting. All the time.
Today's Life Observation: It doesn't have to be a scary dream to be a nightmare.
5.27.2008
Whimper
The scene: Thisbe's couch. Thisbe is trying to settle down and take a nap, or at least rest, as the WK woke up approximately 50 times last night to talk to her stuffed cat, and was finally taking a nap.
The phone rings, it is PBB:
PBB: Hey! Ready for me to ruin your day?
Thisbe: [Instantly wary, as tone of voice does not match words] Why? What happened?
PBB: Guess who is in Managing Partner's office RIGHT NOW interviewing for a job, and probably getting an offer?
Thisbe: [Increasingly anxious] Who?
PBB: MOST EVIL MEAN GIRL*
Thisbe; [Incoherent screaming and babbling, curling like a shrimp into a ball] Noooooooooooooooo
PBB: I am trying to stop it.
Thisbe: [sobbing]
Upshot: MOST EVIL MEAN GIRL got an offer. All of the horrible events and anxiety from that period of Thisbe's life will now be working down the hall from PBB. Thisbe will have to see her if she wants to go to any firm event or visit PBB at the office. Thisbe will be drinking a pitcher of sangria and crying for the rest of the evening.
*MOST EVIL MEAN GIRL was the leader of the clique of mean girls who tortured Thisbe into near insanity at her last law firm job. Thisbe wishes this was some sort of descriptive hyperbole, but it is not. Fun games played by MEMG included (but were not limited to) gathering associates in her office to make fun of Thisbe, when Thisbe could HEAR THEM THROUGH THE WALLS, badmouthing Thisbe to people who worked at other firms, lying about what she said to other firms and blaming it on Thisbe, and generally behaving as cruelly as possible to Thisbe.
Today's Project: [sobbing]
Todays LIfe Observation: [sobbing]
The phone rings, it is PBB:
PBB: Hey! Ready for me to ruin your day?
Thisbe: [Instantly wary, as tone of voice does not match words] Why? What happened?
PBB: Guess who is in Managing Partner's office RIGHT NOW interviewing for a job, and probably getting an offer?
Thisbe: [Increasingly anxious] Who?
PBB: MOST EVIL MEAN GIRL*
Thisbe; [Incoherent screaming and babbling, curling like a shrimp into a ball] Noooooooooooooooo
PBB: I am trying to stop it.
Thisbe: [sobbing]
Upshot: MOST EVIL MEAN GIRL got an offer. All of the horrible events and anxiety from that period of Thisbe's life will now be working down the hall from PBB. Thisbe will have to see her if she wants to go to any firm event or visit PBB at the office. Thisbe will be drinking a pitcher of sangria and crying for the rest of the evening.
*MOST EVIL MEAN GIRL was the leader of the clique of mean girls who tortured Thisbe into near insanity at her last law firm job. Thisbe wishes this was some sort of descriptive hyperbole, but it is not. Fun games played by MEMG included (but were not limited to) gathering associates in her office to make fun of Thisbe, when Thisbe could HEAR THEM THROUGH THE WALLS, badmouthing Thisbe to people who worked at other firms, lying about what she said to other firms and blaming it on Thisbe, and generally behaving as cruelly as possible to Thisbe.
Today's Project: [sobbing]
Todays LIfe Observation: [sobbing]
5.22.2008
ARGH! Part II
Dear Criminal Minds:
Blowing up one team member? And showing us each member getting into a separate, yet identical, car? SO THAT THISBE MUST WONDER ALL SUMMER WHO GOT BLOWN UP????* Criminal INDEED.
Also, Ugly Betty, and Grey's Anatomy? Do not be pulling this sort of crap tonight. Thisbe has no patience for it right now.
Today's Project: Finishing up gray sparkly shawl
Today's Life Observation: One bad apple spoiled my whole group. How I hate that apple.
*And don't *EVEN* tell me you blew up the cute, newly pregnant woman. Or the tall geeky guy who is my favorite. Or any of them. Damn you, Criminal Minds! Why must you mess with the team at the BAU, they are a FAMILY. Don't you know ANYTHING? It's like you've been watching too much 24. Except that it isn't on. [Jack! How I miss you! But I digress]
Blowing up one team member? And showing us each member getting into a separate, yet identical, car? SO THAT THISBE MUST WONDER ALL SUMMER WHO GOT BLOWN UP????* Criminal INDEED.
Also, Ugly Betty, and Grey's Anatomy? Do not be pulling this sort of crap tonight. Thisbe has no patience for it right now.
Today's Project: Finishing up gray sparkly shawl
Today's Life Observation: One bad apple spoiled my whole group. How I hate that apple.
*And don't *EVEN* tell me you blew up the cute, newly pregnant woman. Or the tall geeky guy who is my favorite. Or any of them. Damn you, Criminal Minds! Why must you mess with the team at the BAU, they are a FAMILY. Don't you know ANYTHING? It's like you've been watching too much 24. Except that it isn't on. [Jack! How I miss you! But I digress]
5.18.2008
ARGH!
Dear Desperate Housewives:
You suck. Your cliffhanger season finale makes me want to scream. And not in the good, "Ooooh! I can't wait to see what happens!" way, but rather in the "Oooooh! Someone just stabbed me in the eye with a fork!" Your Susan plotline makes no sense! It is stupid! The thing with Kathryn - you sure tied up some loose ends there! Again! STUPID! GAH!
HATE! HATE! HATE!
Argh. Television. I wish I could quit you.
Angrily yours,
Thisbe
You suck. Your cliffhanger season finale makes me want to scream. And not in the good, "Ooooh! I can't wait to see what happens!" way, but rather in the "Oooooh! Someone just stabbed me in the eye with a fork!" Your Susan plotline makes no sense! It is stupid! The thing with Kathryn - you sure tied up some loose ends there! Again! STUPID! GAH!
HATE! HATE! HATE!
Argh. Television. I wish I could quit you.
Angrily yours,
Thisbe
Milestones
This is Thisbe's 100th post! Yes. Some of you have been dedicated enough (or bored enough) to read 100 posts by Thisbe. We here at Thisbe's Knits salute you, intrepid readers. And we promise to make the next 100 posts full of more fun, more stories of Thisbe's inanity, the patience of PBB, the WK's hilarity, and general amusement for all.
In other news: Today Thisbe GARDENED. That's right. You might need to sit down. We understand. It is a shock, what with Thisbe generally being a bit of a slacker in the homemaker department. But indeed, the rumors are true. Today Thisbe, PBB & the WK selected some bee-yoo-ti-ful flowers* and had a family fun activity of planting them in our front flower beds. Now our front yard is all pretty, and Thisbe just wants to go out and admire her flowers. Except that it is raining. Soooo, apparently admiring of flowers will have to wait until tomorrow. Or happen from the window.
The WK, while excited about the prospect of digging with her tiny pink shovel, was actually counterproductive in the process. And yet? Still managed to be covered in dirt almost immediately.
So all in all, quite the red letter day.
Today's project: Gray shawl
Today's Life Observation: Family really can make it fun.
*Multicolored Double begonias and snapdragons, an azalea bush and a rhododendron.
In other news: Today Thisbe GARDENED. That's right. You might need to sit down. We understand. It is a shock, what with Thisbe generally being a bit of a slacker in the homemaker department. But indeed, the rumors are true. Today Thisbe, PBB & the WK selected some bee-yoo-ti-ful flowers* and had a family fun activity of planting them in our front flower beds. Now our front yard is all pretty, and Thisbe just wants to go out and admire her flowers. Except that it is raining. Soooo, apparently admiring of flowers will have to wait until tomorrow. Or happen from the window.
The WK, while excited about the prospect of digging with her tiny pink shovel, was actually counterproductive in the process. And yet? Still managed to be covered in dirt almost immediately.
So all in all, quite the red letter day.
Today's project: Gray shawl
Today's Life Observation: Family really can make it fun.
*Multicolored Double begonias and snapdragons, an azalea bush and a rhododendron.
5.16.2008
Brilliance or Insanity?
1. Albert's Mofango House. Thisbe encountered this establishment while taking a friend home from a fun outing in the Big City last night. It features a large, brightly colored sign with a picture. Other passengers in the car posited that the picture was a muffin, a bowl of rice, ice cream, and an African-American man with a white afro. All Thisbe will say is: we were WAY off. Also, the actual item is far less exciting. And appealing.
2. The Something Store. According to this site, you send them $10 and they send you "something". Items sent recently include a Starbucks gift set, an RC speed racer, and a clock/calendar/weather thing. Or you could donate $10. Or burn it.
3. [Ok. This one is neither brilliance or insanity, but just stupidity]. Overheard at local phone store:
Phone Guy: So here is where your menu is, and then you go here to text....
Woman: OH! Good. Because I wanted to text my vote on Dancing With the Stars, but I couldn't figure out how.
Thisbe: [To self, inner monologue] Ma'am. I am not sure what the most disturbing part of that sentence is, but I am driving away before you get behind the wheel of a car.
Today's Project: Shawl for pay.
Today's Life Observation: Mac n' cheese makes any day a good day.
2. The Something Store. According to this site, you send them $10 and they send you "something". Items sent recently include a Starbucks gift set, an RC speed racer, and a clock/calendar/weather thing. Or you could donate $10. Or burn it.
3. [Ok. This one is neither brilliance or insanity, but just stupidity]. Overheard at local phone store:
Phone Guy: So here is where your menu is, and then you go here to text....
Woman: OH! Good. Because I wanted to text my vote on Dancing With the Stars, but I couldn't figure out how.
Thisbe: [To self, inner monologue] Ma'am. I am not sure what the most disturbing part of that sentence is, but I am driving away before you get behind the wheel of a car.
Today's Project: Shawl for pay.
Today's Life Observation: Mac n' cheese makes any day a good day.
5.13.2008
So Pretty.
Take a look at Thisbe's beautiful Lilies of the Valley.
Gimmelgirl. You are fabulous.
Today's Project: Did Thisbe mention the sunny? And therefore, the lazy?
Today's Life Observation: Politics are ugly. No matter what.
Gimmelgirl. You are fabulous.
Today's Project: Did Thisbe mention the sunny? And therefore, the lazy?
Today's Life Observation: Politics are ugly. No matter what.
5.09.2008
Adventure Time with Thisbe & The Little Blonde!
So. You thought Thisbe was lame. You thought that Thisbe just sat around all day, watching re-runs of Crossing Jordan (Woody! I love you! Call me!) and dancing at the whim of the tiny dictator that is the WK. (BENATAR MOMMY!!!!!)
But NO. Thisbe is cool. Oh yeah. Thisbe is hip and happening.
Thisbe went to Brooklyn and met Dooce, her husband Jon, Laid-off Dad, and Finslippy.
That's right. Try to turn your complexions back to normal, as you are green with envy.
All except the Little Blonde, who was the Thelma to my Louise on this adventure. (Or vice versa. Which one of them was the one who drove? She was that one.)
On Wednesday, The Little Blonde & Thisbe drove to Brooklyn for an impromptu book signing/meet-and-greet. Initially we had some concerns that we would be viewed as insane blog-stalking Stepford wives. Indeed, upon getting to Brooklyn, we had concerns that some sort of hipster police would appear and politely ask us to take our very non-cool selves back to Stepford.
Yet, there were no such incidents. Surprisingly, we didn't even stick out in the crowd of people who had arrived to worship the bloggers. Frankly, we were significantly less "enthusiastic" than many of the people there.
Dooce, Jon, LOD and Finslippy could not have been nicer or more fun. They were totally down-to-earth, and although every reader thinks they would be BFF with certain bloggers, The Little Blonde & Thisbe left desperately wishing we *could* be BFF with them.* They were all just as excited to talk to their fans as the fans were to see them. The Little Blonde and Dooce bonded over their southern childhoods and Thisbe slavered over Finslippy's AWESOME shoes. [Truly. These shoes rocked my world. Finslippy, I tell you, Zappos cannot get them to my house fast enough].
There was all sorts of book signing and picture taking, and the atmosphere was very relaxed, and sort of had a happy-hour vibe. Barnes and Noble? You may want to consider getting your liquor license. I'm just saying.
In addition, it was particularly fantastic that Thisbe and The Little Blonde were able to experience this Adventure together, as The Little Blonde recently announced that she has sold her house and is returning to her Southern roots [Insert sound of Thisbe's uncontrollable sobbing here]. Thisbe will miss her terribly, especially since she routinely comes up with gems like this:
LB: Man, if it were possible, I'd be all over that like a duck on a junebug.
T: [Staring silently at LB, stunned. Finally finds words]. Um. WHAT????
LB: You know, like a duck? On a junebug? WHOMP! [Makes "whomping" motion]
T: [Cannot speak. Laughing for 10 straight minutes].
LB: Come on. You must have heard that before? Whomp?
T: [Crying, as she is laughing so hard].
People. Thisbe cannot make this stuff up.
Below, pictures of Thisbe and the Little Blonde with Dooce, Jon, and Finslippy, and then one with Laid-off Dad.
*One thing we felt bad about was our failure to bring an offering to the bloggers. But we were sort of stymied by what would be an appropriate gift. Let's face it, would you eat food made by someone who is essentially stalking you on the Internet? Yeah, I didn't think so.
Today's Project: So behind. Must work on knitting. But the sun is so pretty.
Today's Life Observation: It's fun to do something impromptu. And to use the word "impromptu".
But NO. Thisbe is cool. Oh yeah. Thisbe is hip and happening.
Thisbe went to Brooklyn and met Dooce, her husband Jon, Laid-off Dad, and Finslippy.
That's right. Try to turn your complexions back to normal, as you are green with envy.
All except the Little Blonde, who was the Thelma to my Louise on this adventure. (Or vice versa. Which one of them was the one who drove? She was that one.)
On Wednesday, The Little Blonde & Thisbe drove to Brooklyn for an impromptu book signing/meet-and-greet. Initially we had some concerns that we would be viewed as insane blog-stalking Stepford wives. Indeed, upon getting to Brooklyn, we had concerns that some sort of hipster police would appear and politely ask us to take our very non-cool selves back to Stepford.
Yet, there were no such incidents. Surprisingly, we didn't even stick out in the crowd of people who had arrived to worship the bloggers. Frankly, we were significantly less "enthusiastic" than many of the people there.
Dooce, Jon, LOD and Finslippy could not have been nicer or more fun. They were totally down-to-earth, and although every reader thinks they would be BFF with certain bloggers, The Little Blonde & Thisbe left desperately wishing we *could* be BFF with them.* They were all just as excited to talk to their fans as the fans were to see them. The Little Blonde and Dooce bonded over their southern childhoods and Thisbe slavered over Finslippy's AWESOME shoes. [Truly. These shoes rocked my world. Finslippy, I tell you, Zappos cannot get them to my house fast enough].
There was all sorts of book signing and picture taking, and the atmosphere was very relaxed, and sort of had a happy-hour vibe. Barnes and Noble? You may want to consider getting your liquor license. I'm just saying.
In addition, it was particularly fantastic that Thisbe and The Little Blonde were able to experience this Adventure together, as The Little Blonde recently announced that she has sold her house and is returning to her Southern roots [Insert sound of Thisbe's uncontrollable sobbing here]. Thisbe will miss her terribly, especially since she routinely comes up with gems like this:
LB: Man, if it were possible, I'd be all over that like a duck on a junebug.
T: [Staring silently at LB, stunned. Finally finds words]. Um. WHAT????
LB: You know, like a duck? On a junebug? WHOMP! [Makes "whomping" motion]
T: [Cannot speak. Laughing for 10 straight minutes].
LB: Come on. You must have heard that before? Whomp?
T: [Crying, as she is laughing so hard].
People. Thisbe cannot make this stuff up.
Below, pictures of Thisbe and the Little Blonde with Dooce, Jon, and Finslippy, and then one with Laid-off Dad.
*One thing we felt bad about was our failure to bring an offering to the bloggers. But we were sort of stymied by what would be an appropriate gift. Let's face it, would you eat food made by someone who is essentially stalking you on the Internet? Yeah, I didn't think so.
Today's Project: So behind. Must work on knitting. But the sun is so pretty.
Today's Life Observation: It's fun to do something impromptu. And to use the word "impromptu".
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