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Saturday, April 30, 2011
I know, I know, it's been over a month since I've posted. Believe me, I would love to be keeping you all updated, in the most comical way possible, on how miserable being a Tour Widow is.
But a lot happened this April. A LOT.
I'll keep my list of excuses short, but give it to you nonetheless:
1-My grandmother took a turn for the worst. She's been in and out of facilities since January, but at the end of March she was moved to Hospice. The first weekend of April, I flew down to AZ to visit her one last time. She improved during and after my visit and was moved out of Hospice. I got a call Thursday night, that she's been moved back again.
2-I'm working two jobs. Which, while Future Husband is here, isn't so bad. But with him gone, I feel like he took half my brain with him. I'm miserable, lonely, and all I want to do is sleep. But when I crawl into bed alone, all I can think about is how much I miss him, and that keeps me awake.
3-We're moving. We've been looking for an apartment since February, but it's ridiculously difficult for many reasons. What little free time I have between work and trying to sleep has been sucked up by the fruitless search. (Oh, I have such tales to tell.) We finially found a place yesterday, right as we were starting to get desperate.
4-Our Roommate got picked up by Bounty Hunters. No joke. I wasn't able to post on my blog all about my roommate drama, because she was always online, always reading my blog, always commenting on my facebook. Now that she's in jail, I can say all the things I've been wanting to say. You, dear readers, will get quite a lot to read on this subject.
But that will be at a later date. I have to finish packing up the crappy Roomie's stuff, find her pets new homes, finish packing up my stuff, move it all into our new home (by myself), and somehow still find the time for two jobs and sleep. And maybe flying to AZ for a funeral.
Wish me luck.
But a lot happened this April. A LOT.
I'll keep my list of excuses short, but give it to you nonetheless:
1-My grandmother took a turn for the worst. She's been in and out of facilities since January, but at the end of March she was moved to Hospice. The first weekend of April, I flew down to AZ to visit her one last time. She improved during and after my visit and was moved out of Hospice. I got a call Thursday night, that she's been moved back again.
2-I'm working two jobs. Which, while Future Husband is here, isn't so bad. But with him gone, I feel like he took half my brain with him. I'm miserable, lonely, and all I want to do is sleep. But when I crawl into bed alone, all I can think about is how much I miss him, and that keeps me awake.
3-We're moving. We've been looking for an apartment since February, but it's ridiculously difficult for many reasons. What little free time I have between work and trying to sleep has been sucked up by the fruitless search. (Oh, I have such tales to tell.) We finially found a place yesterday, right as we were starting to get desperate.
4-Our Roommate got picked up by Bounty Hunters. No joke. I wasn't able to post on my blog all about my roommate drama, because she was always online, always reading my blog, always commenting on my facebook. Now that she's in jail, I can say all the things I've been wanting to say. You, dear readers, will get quite a lot to read on this subject.
But that will be at a later date. I have to finish packing up the crappy Roomie's stuff, find her pets new homes, finish packing up my stuff, move it all into our new home (by myself), and somehow still find the time for two jobs and sleep. And maybe flying to AZ for a funeral.
Wish me luck.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Today was spent doing the last minute, hectic cleaning and errand running that usually occupy the day before I leave. Yes, I leave Thursday, not tomorrow. But tomorrow will be spent visiting my student one last time, getting my hair done and then running around wondering what it is I've forgotten. Even with my infamous to-do lists, I always feel like I've forgotten something. Last time what I forgot was the grocery list. Not a big deal, but still. I had forgetten something.
Tonight, however, was the last time I made dinner for my family, and probably the last time I'll make a meal for more than two people for a few months. I love cooking and baking, so to only cook for two people will be a bit of a challenge.
My family is made up of foodies. We use pretty much any excuse we can to make a nice, elaborate meal. This morning (technically early afternoon) when I came upstairs into the house, my dad was in the kitchen. The first thing he asked me was, "Hey, Kiddo. What do you want for dinner tonight? It's probably going to be your last home cooked meal for a while."
It struck me then that it was the last time I'd have dinner with my whole family before I moved out. Sure, Boyfriend and I will be back for a few weeks after tour, and a few weeks in the fall, but it won't be the same. I'll be visiting. So I started thinking about what I wanted to have for dinner, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to cook.
The first thing that came to mind was homemade creamed corn. It's something my dad came up with years and years ago, since I loved it, and the family's general consensus was the canned creamed corn was shit. I learned how to make it years and years ago, and it's still one of my favorite things. I mean, it's gravy with corn in it. It doesn't get much better than that.
Then I thought about other sides, I mean, it was a natural progression. Since I was coming to the conclusion that I wanted to make dinner, I've been wanting to make garlic mashed potatoes for a while now. Then I realized how heavy that would be. Rich potatoes, gravy with another starch in it... so needed something green. Grilled asparagus... Grilled zucchini... yessss.
The meat was the last thing. Boyfriend and I both love beef, so that's the usual meat portion of our meals. When I voiced this to my dad (I have a habit of thinking out loud) he offered pork chops with applesauce stuffing. We'd had that a little less than two weeks ago, so I opted out of it. Then I thought of chicken. I'd only made chicken once since I'd gotten back from Seattle, and there was a recipe that had been floating around in my head for a honey mustard chicken.
So yes, I made a ton of scrumdiddlyupmptious food. And we all gorged. It was marvelous.
We watched American Idol, played armchair quarterback and bullied the girls that weren't as good as Angela Martin. Then we put on one of our favorite food porn movies. You know, those movies about restaurants or chefs that show gloriously lit shots of the food being prepared and served, and the actors moaning and rolling their eyes back into their heads when they take the first bite. Yeah. That's the kind of movie we watched. And the kind of dinner we ate. There would be times when everyone would be talking, and suddenly, silence would fall. You could maybe hear the sound of chewing.
Glorious, marvelous night.
Tonight, however, was the last time I made dinner for my family, and probably the last time I'll make a meal for more than two people for a few months. I love cooking and baking, so to only cook for two people will be a bit of a challenge.
My family is made up of foodies. We use pretty much any excuse we can to make a nice, elaborate meal. This morning (technically early afternoon) when I came upstairs into the house, my dad was in the kitchen. The first thing he asked me was, "Hey, Kiddo. What do you want for dinner tonight? It's probably going to be your last home cooked meal for a while."
It struck me then that it was the last time I'd have dinner with my whole family before I moved out. Sure, Boyfriend and I will be back for a few weeks after tour, and a few weeks in the fall, but it won't be the same. I'll be visiting. So I started thinking about what I wanted to have for dinner, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to cook.
The first thing that came to mind was homemade creamed corn. It's something my dad came up with years and years ago, since I loved it, and the family's general consensus was the canned creamed corn was shit. I learned how to make it years and years ago, and it's still one of my favorite things. I mean, it's gravy with corn in it. It doesn't get much better than that.
Then I thought about other sides, I mean, it was a natural progression. Since I was coming to the conclusion that I wanted to make dinner, I've been wanting to make garlic mashed potatoes for a while now. Then I realized how heavy that would be. Rich potatoes, gravy with another starch in it... so needed something green. Grilled asparagus... Grilled zucchini... yessss.
The meat was the last thing. Boyfriend and I both love beef, so that's the usual meat portion of our meals. When I voiced this to my dad (I have a habit of thinking out loud) he offered pork chops with applesauce stuffing. We'd had that a little less than two weeks ago, so I opted out of it. Then I thought of chicken. I'd only made chicken once since I'd gotten back from Seattle, and there was a recipe that had been floating around in my head for a honey mustard chicken.
So yes, I made a ton of scrumdiddlyupmptious food. And we all gorged. It was marvelous.
We watched American Idol, played armchair quarterback and bullied the girls that weren't as good as Angela Martin. Then we put on one of our favorite food porn movies. You know, those movies about restaurants or chefs that show gloriously lit shots of the food being prepared and served, and the actors moaning and rolling their eyes back into their heads when they take the first bite. Yeah. That's the kind of movie we watched. And the kind of dinner we ate. There would be times when everyone would be talking, and suddenly, silence would fall. You could maybe hear the sound of chewing.
Glorious, marvelous night.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
One week, can you believe it? I move away in one week to live with my fella and tour with his band as their merch girl/band aide/webmistress. I start my adventure in one week!
If all it took to get magical woodland creatures to pack all my shit and clean my apartment was letting them see a little peek up my skirt, I would totally do it.
That means I also leave behind my parents and younger brothers. My younger brothers are pretty cool people, and I'm sure any big sister mentoring they need they can get via text and Facebook. My parents I worry about, though. They're average, middle aged, overweight Americans. Which means they are going to drop dead of diabetes or colon cancer or restless leg syndrome or ED or something, any goddamn minute.
You know, in all of my favorite fantasy stories, when the main character starts their adventure, it's all suddenlike and 'Surprise! Adventure! Wham!' But I got a count down to mine. Although, I suppose the whole getting-back-together-Jane-Austen-happy-ending thing was a bit out of the blue. My first five years with the boyfriend were a Jane Austen novel, which fades away into the ending when the couple is finally happily together. So I guess now I'm starting... a Meg Cabot novel? A Hunter S. Thompson novel? A Kurt Vonnegut novel? Who knows.
All I know is, with everything I have to do in the next week, my life would be waaay easier if it looked like this;
If all it took to get magical woodland creatures to pack all my shit and clean my apartment was letting them see a little peek up my skirt, I would totally do it.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Wow, that went so fast.
Is this how it happened to be that one day, I was 14, in a band and in possession of knowledge of everything, and suddenly I'm 24, writing away and thirsty for knowledge, and moving halfway across the country? Time really does fly. It's ridiculous.
Fortunately, I've accomplished a couple of the things on my list. Unfortunately, I haven't done a lot of those things, and I'm starting to think I may not have time to. Today I started freaking out about getting ready for tour. I need to go buy a good hoodie. One that will not take up too much space, but will keep me warm, so I don't have to bring my bulky coat. I need to clean up my living room and my bedroom, so that it'll be crashable when we're back here in April.
One of my uncles said once that a year crawls by when you're six years old, because it's 1/6th of your life, and it flies when you're thirty, because it's 1/30th. That makes a helluva lotta sense. That also makes me terrified of being fifty. Or eighty. Oh, god.
I need to find and befriend a vampire.
Fuck you Stephenie Meyer, you hack. I'd rather get old and die than sparkle for eternity. Even if it means I have to break a ten year old's heart, clean my apartment, build a website, pack my life up to move, and various other insurmountable activities in the next ten days.
Friday, February 5, 2010
In yesterday's blog I briefly referenced some of the things I want to do before I leave Tulsa and my little family bubble. I started brainstorming these things during my most recent two week stint in Seattle, but didn't start one of my infamous lists.
So I'll do that now.
Artsy things I want to do:
-Learn a few songs on my new ukulele. Because, duh, that's what all the cool kids are doing. And I'm, like, totally cool. For sure.
-Sing some of my original songs in public. I'm thinking... coffee house open mic. Cause nothing pairs better with shaky stage fright than three shots of espresso.
-Play my guitar as much as possible. I probably won't be around one for a few weeks while I'm on tour, cause Lead Singer Boy is a lefty. Damn and blast!
-Start posting youtube videos? It's always something I wanted to do, I just haven't checked it off my to-do list yet. Perhaps I can get a friend to record me at open mic night...
-Write 10,000 words on my novel. It's not impossible. I've got twenty days left. That's only 500 words a day. I've written more than that on Facebook, other blogs and blog comments in the last 6 hours. That's completely attainable.
-Most importantly, not skip out on posting a blog every day. Seriously. I need to get back into my blogging habit. I used to be good at this. I wish I could make all of my myspace blogs available for public viewing. I think only about 40% of them are viewable to more than the dozen or so people my preferred list. And I need to be bloggably limber again in time for tour, as I'm pretty sure some hilarious shenanigans will transpire. If blogging was a form of athleticism, I'm as out of shape as a fat man on Tuesday night. Which brings me to...
Food things I want before I move away from my plump parents:
(This will surely be amended.)
-Chicken Enchilada casserole. Oh cheesey, saucy goodness.
-Corn Chowder. It has bacon in it. Come on.
-Apples, Onions and Sausage. Sounds strange, but is oh-so awesome. Also, a good heaping plate of it's cousin, Zucchini, Tomatoes and Onions.
-Stuffed Mushrooms. I don't even like mushrooms, but I like these.
-The Better Than Sex cake. It may not be better than sex, but it sure comes close.
-Cold Tuna Salad. Contrary to Food Network's opinion, this can be tasty if done right.
-Homemade Mac n' Cheese. Cheesey goodness is apparently my heart's true desire.
-More gravy! Because in my world, it IS a beverage.
Social things I want to do:
-Neapolitan! With a side of awesomesauce.
-Bar hopping and hungover brunches with the girls from work. Does this need elaboration?
-Moonlight Nights with Josh. Mick St. James + garlic toast = Vamptastic!
-Quality Harper time. I'll probably have to block out at least eight hours for this. At the very least.
-Aaaand pretty much every following sentence on this list would have the noun 'Abbi' as the object, so I'll just say, I wanna do Abbi. Don't even pretend to be surprised.
So I'll do that now.
Artsy things I want to do:
-Learn a few songs on my new ukulele. Because, duh, that's what all the cool kids are doing. And I'm, like, totally cool. For sure.
-Sing some of my original songs in public. I'm thinking... coffee house open mic. Cause nothing pairs better with shaky stage fright than three shots of espresso.
-Play my guitar as much as possible. I probably won't be around one for a few weeks while I'm on tour, cause Lead Singer Boy is a lefty. Damn and blast!
-Start posting youtube videos? It's always something I wanted to do, I just haven't checked it off my to-do list yet. Perhaps I can get a friend to record me at open mic night...
-Write 10,000 words on my novel. It's not impossible. I've got twenty days left. That's only 500 words a day. I've written more than that on Facebook, other blogs and blog comments in the last 6 hours. That's completely attainable.
-Most importantly, not skip out on posting a blog every day. Seriously. I need to get back into my blogging habit. I used to be good at this. I wish I could make all of my myspace blogs available for public viewing. I think only about 40% of them are viewable to more than the dozen or so people my preferred list. And I need to be bloggably limber again in time for tour, as I'm pretty sure some hilarious shenanigans will transpire. If blogging was a form of athleticism, I'm as out of shape as a fat man on Tuesday night. Which brings me to...
Food things I want before I move away from my plump parents:
(This will surely be amended.)
-Chicken Enchilada casserole. Oh cheesey, saucy goodness.
-Corn Chowder. It has bacon in it. Come on.
-Apples, Onions and Sausage. Sounds strange, but is oh-so awesome. Also, a good heaping plate of it's cousin, Zucchini, Tomatoes and Onions.
-Stuffed Mushrooms. I don't even like mushrooms, but I like these.
-The Better Than Sex cake. It may not be better than sex, but it sure comes close.
-Cold Tuna Salad. Contrary to Food Network's opinion, this can be tasty if done right.
-Homemade Mac n' Cheese. Cheesey goodness is apparently my heart's true desire.
-More gravy! Because in my world, it IS a beverage.
Social things I want to do:
-Neapolitan! With a side of awesomesauce.
-Bar hopping and hungover brunches with the girls from work. Does this need elaboration?
-Moonlight Nights with Josh. Mick St. James + garlic toast = Vamptastic!
-Quality Harper time. I'll probably have to block out at least eight hours for this. At the very least.
-Aaaand pretty much every following sentence on this list would have the noun 'Abbi' as the object, so I'll just say, I wanna do Abbi. Don't even pretend to be surprised.
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About Me
- Lori
- Seattle, United States
- During this course of study, you will come to learn much about the strange eating, sleeping and mating habits of the Instrospective Lori under stress. We will observe as she moves halfway across the country to start a life with her own Captain Wentworth, takes a year off of work to pursue a writing career, and incessantly references Jane Austen.