My cousin and her new husband
I used to cater at a local botanical garden, a spot which is very popular for weddings here in town. And rightly so, it is a beautiful location. I worked through a change in the catering contract, serving two different employers through many changes in policy and menu. I loved working at the tea house, as it was a fine dining location with a beautiful landscape and one of the few places in town where you could get a fantastic brunch. We were only open on Saturday and Sunday from 10-2, and the rest of the weekend I worked weddings that occurred in the garden. With the main house, a historic manor, a rose garden pavilion (where my best friend got married a few years ago), the tea house, the conservatory, and various spots in the garden for smaller, intimate weddings, trust me–there were plenty that occurred between April-October. I was the point person on the weddings I worked, which means I was second only to the manager for what happened, who did what, how to get things accomplished, and was the primary (as we called it) bridal bitch, waiting on the bride (and usually the monster-mother-of) hand and foot to make sure that all was perfect on her special day.
I loved my job. I really did. Didn’t exactly go to college and graduate school to cut wedding cakes for a living, though, and when I had one Saturday, working from 8am to 2am, and I cut SIX wedding cakes that day, well, I realized I was over it. Continue reading
Taken during the December 2009 snowstorm, where about 9-12 inches fell overnight
I own my own home. Well, I guess to be technical, the bank owns my home and I routinely make payments to them in order to keep my possessions under the roof. I bought it about six years ago; it’s not that big but it’s great for just me. It’s about sixty years old, which I love because it has personality. All the new houses that are built nowadays crack me up–the one tree, artfully placed three feet to the right of the front door and four feet from the curb, the same for every house on the street. Blah. Boring. Give me a house that has character, one that has settled into its foundation and is a comfy place to call home. That’s what I love.
Well, most of the time. Continue reading
Everyone has a vice. Everyone has a guilty pleasure. Everyone has a secret that they don’t particularly care to have known among the general public but that their closest friends are privy to (and tease you endlessly about).
Well, I’m here to blatantly admit my guilty secret. It’s a bit shameful, it’s a bit embarrassing, but here you go: Continue reading
You think your life has drama, and then you pick up the paper or find a story on the internet that changes your mind. I love it when I run across these kinds of stories. It makes the fact that I think my life is hard seem positively normal by comparison. Take this guy for instance. He was filmed getting freaky with a chicken on the New York subway. They don’t know yet if it’s a hoax or for real, but I’m kinda hoping it’s real. I mean, I love the guys over at Improv Everywhere, and at lest they have style. For example, if you’re going to pull a subway prank, make it one with 5,000 people not wearing pants. Go big or go home, you know?
So once again I started having fun finding weird stuff online. Here are some of the good ones! Continue reading
Longevity runs in my family. It is something that I know I should be thankful for, although I didn’t see it that way all the time when I was a kid. I grew up with all four of my grandparents living and within an hour’s drive of my childhood home. I even had three great-grandparents on my father’s side, with the great-grandmothers passing away when I was 13 (she was 100 1/2) and 20 (she was 88). After my parents divorced, we spent a lot of time with my mother’s parents who lived on the opposite side of town. I saw my father’s parents, who live in Charlottesville, several times a year as well. It was the status quo. I was in college before I truly recognized that some people are not as fortunate–a friend of mine had spent the summer with his grandmother in California and had a miserable time because it was the first time he’d seen her in ten years. I thought that was odd. Didn’t everyone have a close family that got on each other’s nerves like we did? And not just grandparents–there was a whole slew of great-aunts and great-uncles as well that were surrogate grandparents as well. Continue reading
Two things have happened in the last week that make me wonder how we got here. I’m sitting here, typing away, and retyping every few keystrokes as my persistent, hacking cough overwhelms me and causes me to type on the wrong keys while I quickly try and cover my mouth. Sounds attractive, right? Yet I can’t go to the doctor. I am unemployed, and while I have health insurance it’s not the greatest plan in the world. I only get to go to the doctor three times a year before I start paying out the wazoo for my visits. I’ve already been to the dentist, have to have an annual checkup later in the year, which leaves me exactly one doctor’s visit to use at my discretion–in the next 48 weeks.
So is my hacking cough bad enough to go to the doctor now? What if I get appendicitis? What if I break my wrist? Then I’m up a creek later in the year because I don’t have the finances to cover a visit. Sure, I could go to someplace like the Fan Free Clinic, which is a cause I support financially when I am able. Or I could go to a Doc-in-a-Box where they are required to give you a prescription regardless of condition when you walk in, thereby incurring additional costs that I can’t cover. It’s a vicious circle.
How did we get here? Continue reading
When I first began this blog in April 2008 (yikes!) it was with the challenge to write something every day for sixty days. I accepted the challenge, and while there were some nights where I was on the verge of listing my supper contents to qualify for a posting I managed to post something every day for sixty days–and then some. I grew to enjoy the mental exercise and had a lot of fun with this little website. Once my employment status changed, however, there was a significant decrease in the number of posts that came up. I no longer ‘collected’ interesting news stories with the intent of publishing a roundup in a posting, I didn’t have scraps of paper with fun ideas or topics I wanted to discuss, and basically with all that was going on in my life I had other things on my mind. I had a hard time finding ways to communicate with my friends, much less with the unknown three or four people out there in cyberspace that stumbled across my blog. Occasionally I’d have a rant I needed to vent, questions or theological issues I was struggling over, a charming story to share . . . but for the most part I was just silent.
Well after today, my fair friends, that shall change. A young friend of mine has started her own blog, which you can find over at Love, Kay. One of her first entries cracked me up, Continue reading