I'm cold. I'm always cold. I will probably stay cold for another 3 months. I don't enjoy layering my clothing because who can move with all that crap on? I enjoy freedom of movement and the arctic Kansas cold is restricting my freedoms. I took the second hottest shower of my life today in an effort to thaw out. It worked for a little bit, but now I'm cold again and my skin is too dry. In case you were wondering when I took the hottest (temperature wise!) shower of my life, it was when I got flecks of my brother's vomit on my leg after he barfed in our father's hat while ridding in the car. That was a skin meltingly hot shower. The shower today was only scaldingly hot. I need weather appropriate clothes stat.
Sarah Palin-
Is an idiot. She is credited with saying the title of this post. "To all Obama supporters, I ask you how is all that hope-y, change-y stuff working out for you now?" Just fine, thanks, you idiot clown. She was also in Kansas last week and will be returning in a few more weeks to brainwash the women of this state with her "ideals". While I could write volumes upon volumes about my hatred for her, today I will be nice and leave you with a hefty paragraph about my abhorrence for her. She allows herself to be bought and sold by some rich, fat, conservative, white men who see her as a symbol. She represents "change" and "progression" to these men and sadly to a lot of women as well. Don't people see? She has sold herself out to the masses and has lost something along the way. I'd go so far as to claim she doesn't even know what or who she represents anymore nor did she ever. Her political career is all about "sensationalism" and that is hardly progressive. No wonder she and Rush Limbaugh are friends; they can stir up a good, passionate fight amongst people. Lots of women out here, and probably everywhere, think she is speaking for them up in Washington D.C. She isn't. Please listen to a better woman. Do you really want that voice speaking for you? Do you think she is really in touch with Americans? No. She is in touch with fat, rich, white men who are selling her at the cost of her family life, her integrity, and perhaps her own personal beliefs and American's are buying it. Holy Crap. We really are a nation of consumers. Sick.
Ok, sorry. I'm done ranting and complaining. Good thing I didn't have to see all your eye rolls, right?
Let's see..... our weekend wasn't so bad out here. We actually got up off the couch (gasp*) and did something Friday night. Was it fun? Eh..... Did we enjoy being together outside the house. Yes. Don't ya wanna know what we did :) Friday, Drew made dinner reservations at a place called The W downtown Hutch (oh my God... I just abbreviated Hutchinson as "Hutch".... I'm becoming a local. Although, I will never, ever call the Community College the "JuCo" as people do here. Junior College.... although say that out loud. It sounds like an awful racial slur and No One Thinks Twice about it.) We had grand ideas of sipping expensive wine by candlelight, eating a gourmet meal while listening to jazz music. Ha. Oh our lofty dreams. It was "Fried Chicken Fridays" at The W. Ok, we thought, this could be alright... a little taste of home! Negative. $15 and a table full (!!) of food later, our stomaches ached from the cafeteria-grade crap we had consumed and our hearts ached for Peaches back home where you can get a heaping plate of chicken, three sides, and some sweet, delicious tea for $7... or $5 if you have your UGA ID card. To top it off, a corny country rock "star" was cheese-balling around the stage playing awful music... even though I secretly liked it when he played "Thunder Rolls" by Garth Brooks.... I'd never admit that to my country-rock hating boyfriend. So... we dined and dashed leaving our server a decent $5 tip on our $50 meal. When you come to visit, I promise I won't take you there. Then, Drew had scored some free tickets to the Door's cover band a few blocks over, so we checked it out. The opening band was amazing. Jazzy, bluesy, rocky, and funky. Totally more our style. We sipped our $2 Bud Lights and relaxed. I forget the name of the band, but they were great. The cover band.... not so much. They Got Into Character.... the lead singer/Jim Morrison was stumbling and fumbling about the stage as if he was fucked up, but he wasn't. They were all, like, 40 and stone sober. We closed our eyes and pretended we were back in 1969, but when that stopped working, we headed home. It was 10:30 and rapidly approaching Drew's bedtime.
Saturday was lazy and, unsurprisingly, cold. We ran errands, made lunch, occupied ourselves by reading or playing guitar (guess who was doing which activity...) and made ourselves a fabulous dinner from a recipe we'd seen on America's Test Kitchen (check it out... PBS). We ate dinner in front of the TV (long rant for another time) and watched a good movie. Temple Grandin is about an autistic woman growing up in the 50's. She stays on her aunt and uncle's farm the summer before she goes to college and discovers many important things about herself. I can't tell you what they are, otherwise I'll give away the movie!! So, long story short, she goes on to revolutionize the way cattle herding is done across America, but not without being met by some heavy resistance. It is a great movie and Claire Danes does a wonderful job playing Temple. Please watch it so we can talk about it. Terri Gross from NPR's Fresh Air program has done a few interviews with Temple and I randomly happened to catch them so I was so excited to see this movie. By this point, it was bed time and we had both consumed our recommended daily amounts of red wine.
Sunday was the Super Bowl! We made a yummy pork tenderloin and our vegetable gratin dish from Saturday night and took it all over to Levi and Kim's place. Kim was at work so Levi played host for a little bit. We ate, drank, and watched football. As usual, I felt like "one of the guys" until I had to play with Saundy. Don't get me wrong, I love playing with kids, but sometimes I wish their parents would say "Saundy, Kristin is here to play with mommy and daddy, not you." I don't want to say this to her because I don't want to hurt her feelings or look like the bad guy (yea, I have the "I want everybody to like me" problem) nor do I feel like its my place to say this to her. Isn't that her parent's job? Drew got kinda pissed because I wasn't really hanging out with him, Levi, and Kim and I was "letting Saundy tell me what to do and not even stimulating her imagination." In my defense, all Levi and Drew did was play on their iphones (a technology rant later to come.... I promise I'm not always angry!) and Kim was in a bad mood. Am I going to want to "play" with them or the little girl who wants to play Barbies? I think the answer is clear, even if I was just letting Saundy tell me what to do. I realize I kinda let kids push me around, but thats why I don't have any of my own! I don't mean to imply that we had a bad time over there... we really didn't. It was nice to watch the game and hang out with our friends for a little bit. Drew had to be at work at 6 am Monday to shovel the (non-existant) snow, so we left early and returned to our little abode. Here are some pictures I took Monday:
Just in case you forgot what I looked like. Can you spot the lazy eye? I can. One last peekture below. Bird Feet. There are lots of little red and blue birds that flit around our yard. Michael Bender would be crowing with delight as he broke out his binoculars and scanned our horizon. Hahaha ok, you knew I had to do that.
awww we miss you too! I suggest you check out my friend cathy's blog as she posts pictures of her cat and makes kittybutt art. I don't know how to direct you to it, but I think she's following my blog. My dad would love those bird bird bird bird is the words.
ReplyDeleteAhh! I love the kittybut blog! I became a "follower." Is this ok even thought I don't know her and have never met her? Did I just commit some big blog faux pas? I'm new to internet etiquette. Missss youuuuu.
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