Or, that’s usually what I tell people. It’s true that for most of my post-high school life I have lived without cable. It’s also pretty typical for me to be ridiculously behind on whatever is most popular on television at the moment. That being said, I am a chronic re-watcher of all my favorite shows. There is not a line from Gilmore Girls I do not know. I re-watch the West Wing like it’s nobody’s business. I’m a pretty huge dork, and I’m ok with you knowing that.
I’m good at not watching tv, but once I see a show I like, I get hooked. Thankfully Gretchen Rubin wrote about this abstainer v. moderator thing, and made me feel like at least I wasn’t crazy. However that has led to my obsessions with The Office (admittedly 2 years after everyone else caught on), Big Bang Theory, and lately, Glee and Modern Family.
This is how it came to pass that the girl who says she doesn’t watch tv suddenly has a planner scattered with dates for homework assignments, midterms, masters project presentations, and seasons premieres.
So what are you watching this season?
picture source: Matt Bacon, here
August was a busy month. It was checking out neighborhoods in Brooklyn where my sister could potentially live next year, moving apartments, and the West Virginia state fair. On the wedding front it was engagement pictures, changing venues, and moving the date up a week (!). It was also my cousin’s wedding in Indiana (awesome), a trip to the beach (yay), and almost 2000 miles in the car with Damin (which we handled very well, exceeding all my expectations – I have never spent that amount of time in a car with someone without wanting to kill them at some point). August was dinner on an inlet with goats, our first piano bar, and only one (very small) jellyfish. August was good.
August was also my last first day of school, ever. I thought I would feel at least some sort of emotion tied to this day but I didn’t. Maybe this time next year when I realize I’m not actually going back to school? We’ll see.
August was also the first time I’ve ever attended a significant family event (see: cousin’s wedding) without my sister. I thought this necessitated her portrait on a napkin so she could travel with us and still be in family pictures. You probably don’t know her in real life, but this picture is pretty accurate.
August = New York, my cousin’s wedding in Indiana, a trip to the beach, and a new apartment, among other things. Because I would prefer to spend the rest of the month without a nagging guilt that I’m not blogging, I’m taking a blog vacation from now until the end of the month when it’s time to head back to school (cue whining). This (hopefully) means time to read all the blogs I’ve gotten behind on reading, catching up on the last few (fiction!) books I have left, and generally having a good time. Have a good last few weeks of summer!
picture: mine, of the Flat Iron Building from our last trip to NYC (trying to figure out the best angle to convey that the building is in fact, pretty flat).
or, being a grown up.
Yes, I know grown ups don’t refer to themselves as “grown ups.”
Last week I met with caterers. And saw Tim McGraw with my grandmother. And went to wedding for two really nice people who are already married but wanted a wedding because the first time? It was to prevent themselves from being deployed to opposite ends of the world for two years. And I bought a car! It was an exhausting few days.
This week a friend of mine is in town visiting (yay!) and then we leave for engagement pictures (I say leave, because we weren’t really into this until we realized we could take the picture at our alma mater, because we love it there and we are huge dorks). And then I’m going to New York with my sister. Whew. In the mean time I will try to think of something more interesting to write than my weekly to-do list. I am also trying, per one caterer’s instructions, to decide how I best like shrimp. I usually don’t have opinions on shrimp, but if you do, you should let me know. I refuse to stress about something that’s usually served on a cocktail plate (famous last words?).
Also this picture is complete unrelated to the subject but it’s mine and I like sunflowers and I’m being lazy today. And I don’t have any pictures of shrimp.
This morning I had coffee instead of tea and not much breakfast. I’m considerably more wired than I usually am at this point in my day.
Today is the last day of my internship, which is both exciting and weird because this is likely the last internship I’ll ever have. Next summer means actually facing the job market. Sweet.
I’m headed home after work today to a week that will include caterers, car shopping, and going to see Tim McGraw with my grandmother. To say it will be an interesting week is an understatement.
This picture is pretty much how I feel after coffee this morning (source: here). I couldn’t bring myself to use one of Tim McGraw.
This morning, while running out the door for work, I remembered that yesterday I ran out of the tea I normally keep at my desk. Since my ability to think coherently depends on that cup of tea, I grabbed a few loose bags and headed to the bus. The first sip, however, revealed that in the morning’s haste the tea I brought to work was some sort of gross vanilla and not my usual cinnamon. I typically like vanilla, but because it wasn’t what I was accustomed to, I took it personally, like the vanilla was trying to Ruin My Life.
So. That led to a trip to the coffee shop, followed by me staring at my coffee for 5 minutes because the design on top was so amazing I didn’t really want to drink it. I tried to find a picture like it on Pinterest, found this one instead, decided that giraffes trump everything, and will hereby call it a day. Not really, because there is work to be done, but at least I no longer feel like the hot beverages in my life are conspiring against me.
In an unrelated note, ever since I found these I have been pondering whether having a Nancy Drew themed wedding would be taking my infatuation with everyone’s favorite girl detective a little too far. I could call Damin, “Ned.” We could give everyone flashlights. It would be great. Because everyone loves Nancy Drew, right?
picture source: here, via Pinterest
Today I was going to write about car shopping. And how frustrating it is. And how I could care less about car batteries but how I really should care about car batteries because apparently the older model Prius’es (Prii?) have some potential battery issues. And how this is one of the worst years to buy a used car. Ever.
But then! When searching Pinterest (love) for a picture to accompany this awesome post about car shopping I remembered what could possibly be the best car commercial of all time. This is assessment is based on my love for polar bears and my desire for the electric car to be a successful commodity (again, nerd).
And then! I found the cartoon above. And it cracked me up because I may or may not at one time or another have told my sister I was researching global warming to help the polar bears.
My love for polar bears is not your typical infatuation with a random animal. I have a connection to polar bears that stretches back to a trip to the Philadelphia zoo when I was very, very small. I was one of many children pressed up against the glass waiting for the (absent) polar bears when one of them swam straight up to me and put his paw against the glass, right where my hand was on the other side. I was chosen! The polar bear picked me! (And lest you think my childhood imagination was running amok, which is a legitimate concern, this story has been verified by my mother, who would not lie about something of this magnitude).
Obviously writing about polar bears is way more fun than writing about cars, so you can hopefully sympathize with this detour.
Cartoon from Cowbirds in Love.