Living Up To My Name

In case you haven't noticed, I have been a total slacker for quite a while now.  My friend Becky, of The Holloway Clan, gave me this award (and challenge) back in July... so I'm finally getting around to it.  I love reading her blog, about life in the City of Brotherly Love, as a working mum to three beautiful kids, and just reflections on life in general.  Please check her out-- you won't regret it! 

Here's what you have to do: First, you have to tell your readers 10 things about you they may not already know, but are true. Second, you have to tag 10 people with the award. Third, you have to let the people you've given the award to, know that they've received this award from you. Finally, make sure you link back to the person who awarded you.

Trying to think of ten things most of my readers might not know is actually harder than it seems, because most of you are people who actually know me, and have known me for a while.  But here goes anyway.

1.  I am not easily angered, but I am easily annoyed.  Some of you may have known this for a long time, but it's just recently come to my own attention.  I get frustrated with little things, vent about it, fume a few minutes, and then it's over.  I think this can make some people a little annoyed with me, but I think it's better than having a bad temper.  It takes a lot to get me really angry;  I think easily annoyed is much better than easily angered.  I hope so, anyway... 

2.  I am a huge Beatles fan.  I can remember singing along as a kid while my dad played Beatles songs on his guitar;  I got through junior high by playing through album after album on my record player while I did my homework;  and I saw Paul McCartney in concert--twice--in one year.  I. Love. The. Beatles.  I have a couple of friends with whom I bonded largely over the Beatles.  One year for Hallowe'en, my best friend and I dressed up as Ringo (she was a drummer) and Paul (my favourite Beatle).  I wear my watch on my right hand because I noticed (also in junior high) that Paul did.  I could give up every other kind of music, as long as I could keep theirs.  *sigh*  I've often thought I was born too late.... =)

3.  I think I am a big city girl, which is strange, since I didn't grow up in a big city.  I love living in the middle of it all.  I've discovered this about myself living in Aberdeen, and visiting other big cities (Paris, Vladimir, Ramallah, Edinburgh, London...).  I either want to be right in the thick of it, or in the middle of nowhere (but with a car to be able to get into the city). 

4.  I have to write things down or I'll forget them.  This isn't about getting old, and it's not a recent development-- I've been this way as long as I can remember.  Whether it's phone numbers or class notes or birthdays or shopping lists, if I don't write it down, it might as well not exist.  That's me: list-maker.

5.  Speaking of writing things down, I love my penmanship.  Perhaps that is conceited, but it's true.  I have very readable handwriting, and it can be very lovely.  I would love to learn calligraphy, but even if I never do, I'll still be happy with my writing.  I have, for as long as I've known how to write, been changing and perfecting it, to make it exactly like I want it (which is, these days, in an 'old-fashioned' style). 

6.  I will nearly always root for the underdog. 

7.  Even though I am a big city girl, I am, at the same time, a homebody.  Is that a contradiction or what?!  Seriously, though, I could quite happily stay in for days at a time... and I have.  As long as I have food and drink, a good book, some dvds, and my computer, I am quite happy.  =)

8.  I hate romantic comedies and most chic-flicks.  I don't buy the argument that they are the modern equivalent of fairy tales;  for me, they are deceitful and give too many girls too many unrealistic expectations of relationships.  I just don't find them fun typically-- I get annoyed, or disgusted, or just plain sad at the characters and the lives they promote.  There is an odd one that I don't mind, but I'd prefer a good horror film anyday. 

9.  I don't know what I think about ghosts and paranormal stuff, but I love it.  Whatever it is, there is more out there than we can see or understand, and I. Love. It.  Ghost stories, scary films, Hallowe'en, all of it.  If it's creepy, I'll take it.  ;)

10.  I often wonder if I'm too selfishly independent to be any good in a relationship any more.  Part of me really wants to be married and have kids and all that eventually, but mostly I am quite happy to be single right now and doing what I'm doing.  Eating what I want and when I want, spending what I want on what I want, going where I want without having to take anyone else into consideration... I'm loving being a singleton thirty-something gal!  So, I think it'd take some pretty amazing guy to make me actually give this up... or pretty amazing in putting up with me despite it all. 

Right.  So there you have it.  Here are my ten tags:
Amanda at the front lawn
Barb at Barb's Wire
Dan and Nancy Erickson
Amy at Everyday in Atlanta G-A
Heidi at Farmyard Tales
Maggie at It's Good To Want Things
Abson and Lara at Joseph's Journal
Jen at Learning to Adjust
Paige at pMed's WeeBlog
Jody at the stay-at-home apologist

And anyone else who wants to take the award and play by the rules, please do! 

No Day But Today

Have I mentioned that I have a great flatmate?  =D

For my birthday, Kenny got me a fabulous gift:  tickets for us to go see a local production of RENT!  It wasn't until June, so I had a good amount of time to look forward to it.  Finally, the night arrived...

I got all dressed up (well, a wee bit dressed up, anyway) and we walked down to the Arts Centre, enjoying the warm summer evening.  We had seats in the third row, and settled in.  I was so excited, almost as much because Kenny had never seen RENT before.  I hoped he'd like it.  He did.  =)

It was an amateur show, with a cast of kids who looked like early twenties uni students.  There were some issues with the sound (we couldn't hear Roger during most of the opening two songs), and there were some issues with the singing (some of the cast were, um, not the best). But it is a great show, and it made me happy to see it on stage again. 

If you want to know the details, here they are.  If not, feel free to skip my critique.  Mark was a fine singer, but a terrible actor.  Both Roger and Mimi were quite good, and the only characters that didn't feel like amateur attempts.  Joanne was so-so;  Maureen had the proper spirit but wasn't a great singer.  Angel was pretty good, although a wee bit too much over-the-top, I thought.  Collins was not great, which was disappointing to me, as he's one of my favourite characters.  Benny was fairly bad, actually, both acting and singing.  And most of the background characters (who double as several different people throughout) ranged from pretty good to cringe-worthy.  But they all were obviously having fun.  The weirdest thing to me was that every single cast member was white.  Not just white, but really white.  Somehow, it just doesn't quite work as well that way.  It was quite distracting to me, honestly.  Overall, though, I really did enjoy getting to see it, and see it with Kenny. 

After the show, we headed out to Thistle Street to find the elusive Baskin-Robbins.  We finally did find it, parked the car, and started walking back to the store.  When we'd driven by looking for parking, all the lights were on and people were purchasing goodies.  By the time we parked and walked half way back to it, the sign light went off.  The door got locked.  We were out of luck.  It was quite disappointing, really.  I mean, we were right there!  Next time, I guess. 

If you aren't familiar with RENT, I want to highly encourage you to check it out.  In 2005 they made a very good film adaptation of it, featuring most of the original Broadway cast.  Be warned, though:  it is a bit risque at times, many of the characters in it are homosexual, and it deals with other difficult issues such as drug use, AIDS, and homelessness.  It is, all in all, one of my favourite musicals.  The cast, the score, the lyrics, the staging, the issues-- it's brilliant.  It makes me laugh and cry and love. It reminds me that family isn't just biological, and that every moment matters.  It inspires me to be fully in the moment, to be fully in community, to be fully all that I am created by God to be.  It is amazing, and I hope you will watch it, if you haven't already.  I'd love to hear what you think about it. 

Thanks, Kenny, for such a great birthday gift!  You know me so well, and are such an insightful gift-giver.  I am blessed to have you for a flatmate! 

Cinco de Drinko

Now this is going back a ways... all the way to 5/5. Anyone know what day that is?

Cinco de Mayo! And... my birthday! (Many thanks to Jill for the superb title idea!)

For my birthday, I wanted mexican food. I mean, really, REALLY wanted mexican food. But you can't get mexican food in Aberdeen. Not the good kind, anyway. You can get fajitas that taste like barbeque, and guacamole in a jar, and refills on chips and salsa only if you beg... but that's not quite the same. So my friend Carrie offered to host my birthday get-together and cook some homemade mexican food! Woo-hoo! In return, I was bringing the mixings for margaritas... from scratch. You also can't get the mix here. Oh well. It was going to be delish!

Sadly, on the day, Carrie was sick. I was bummed. Poor Carrie! Poor me! ;) But she sent my delicious homemade chocolate birthday cake into town with Scot, and Liz and I picked it up at Starbucks. Then Liz, Paige, RitaBekah and I met up at my flat to celebrate instead. We opted to order in, and got chinese (right, girls? Am I remembering that right?) from a place pretty close by. It took more than an hour to arrive. Not cool, people. And then, even though we'd all ordered mild dishes, they were killer spicy. Again, not cool. *sigh* But the cake? Wonderful. With a nice chili kick (not as spicy as the chinese food, though), and homemade whipped cream on top. Bonus!

And the margaritas? Oh, yum. I have never made them from scratch before, but oooohhhh, boy, were they good! At least I thought so. And really, I'm the one who matters. At least on my birthday.

So what do you get when you add theologians and tequila? Lots of laughs. It was great. I got gifts, too-- chocolate and gift cards and photo books and reading books and all kinds of goodies. Plus, I got to celebrate with some of my great friends in Aberdeen. All in all, a very good day.

 

Thank you to everyone who sent cards or gifts or cakes, and to everyone who called or emailed or facebooked me birthday wishes, and especially to everyone who celebrated with me.  You know who you are, and so do I.  Thank you!  =D