Saturday, April 28, 2007

of grocery carts, refrigerators, and freezers

When we go to the grocery store, Brett and I always love to gawk at what other shoppers have in their carts. We think you can tell a lot about a person by what he or she buys. For instance, it's easy to spot the bachelor by virtue of the fact that he has several frozen dinners, a loaf of white bread, and beer. Or the mom of young kids by the string cheese, fruit snacks, and juice boxes. Or the widowed elderly person by the canned vegetables, two bananas, and box of muffins.

Last fall, I saw this post by Isabel (which she based off of this post by Kerrianne). It's a spinoff on the cart thing: not only do you get to see what people buy and eat, but you also get to see how they store it, which is just another indicator of their personality. I wanted to do my own fridge post back then but I never got around to it until today.

So, after our grocery delivery came this morning, I decided to take the photos and write this post. (I also cleaned all the old tupperware out of the fridge...usually there are about 7 tupperware containers with food at various degrees on the leftover chain -- ranging from "Ok, I can eat this," to "WTF was that, anyway?" So then, if I'm right and the contents of one's refrigerator reveal something about that person, then I guess this means that outwardly, I am worried about what people think of me, but inwardly, I'm really lazy about cleaning out the fridge.)

Anyway, without further ado, here is my fridge!

The outside:
Clearly, there's a lot going on here. I tried to label some things, but it was hard to read the labels because they blended in with the pictures. Some fun highlights are:
  • In the upper left-hand corner is a photo of us on our first date (my senior prom!) eight years ago next week.
  • The photobooth photos are fun, too. The ones that have been cut up were taken in Seaside, OR on 1/1/00. The long strip that isn't cut were taken in the very same booth on our honeymoon in August 2003.
  • The one of me in a graduation gown with my mom (in the red shirt) in the center was taken at SPU's Ivy Cutting in June 2002. (I can't believe it's been FIVE YEARS since I graduated from college!)
  • The black rectangle at the very top on the right is Brett's sister's Save the Date, featuring a photo taken by Brett! To the left of that is the Save the Date for Brett's cousin.
There are lots of other fun ones. I'm kind of anal about putting pics on the fridge. Weird, I know, but I like to have every family member (and nearly all of our good friends) represented. It makes me happy to look at it.

The freezer:
I can't wait until we get a house or something so I can have a huge stand-alone freezer, wherein I can store lots of yummy things. Probably including a ton of ice cream, if this picture is any indication. (Ok, I should note that of Six? I don't know. Anyway, of the multiple ice cream containers in there, most of them are nearly empty and probably just need to be thrown away due to freezer burn and the like.)

The inside of the fridge: I promise, it will not stay organized like this.

So there you have it. And here is my question for you: If I'm right, and what you buy and how you store it does reflect your personality, what does my fridge say about me?

Friday, April 27, 2007


I've started two posts this week and haven't had time to finish either one. Aaaah!

Not much going on so I'll do a gerund update.

Lunching: With Isabel again. We had lunch yesterday and it was great! I think we should do it on a regular basis...what do you think, Isabel?

Praying: For Megan -- her mom just had surgery for breast cancer. Such a hard thing. I don't know her personally, but I'm sure she and her family can use the prayers.

Whining: About this freaking headache I have had all week. Augh. I know it's probably a combination of back tension and some problems with my glasses.

Breaking: My glasses. Long story short, Brett and I had one of those unfortunate snuggling incidents when we both decided to shift position at the same time, and his elbow whacked me right in the eye. The lens of my glasses is now cracked, and while the glasses were in sorry shape before, they are worse now.

Waiting: For our grocery delivery. We ordered from on Wednesday but couldn't have them delivered till I'd be home I am looking forward to that tomorrow!

Hoping: It's sunny on Saturday. We are going to the Mariners game. YAY!

Enjoying: The beautiful flowers my boss got me for Administrative Professionals Day.

Ok, that's about it. I've got to hit publish or this post, too, will just sit in the draft form indefinitely!

Saturday, April 21, 2007

i've been tagged!

Lisa tagged both C and me for Kissy's movie meme. Yay, memes!

5 favorite movies (In no particular order)
1. American Splendor
2. Say Anything
3. The Big Lebowski
4. Kill Bill (both volumes)
5. Amelie

4 favorite movie actors
1. John C. Reilly
2. Phillip Seymour Hoffman
3. Jake Gyllenhaal (I gotta include one hot guy on the list!)
4. William H. Macy

3 favorite movie quotes
1. From Say Anything (although it is nearly impossible to pick simply one quote from this movie. It has to be one of the most quotable movies of all time.)
Lloyd Dobler: Hey my brother, can I borrow a copy of your "Hey Soul Classics"?
J-Man: No, my brother, you have to go buy your own.

2. From The Big Lebowski (although, again -- so hard to pick just one quote from this movie) The Dude: Let me explain something to you. Um, I am not "Mr. Lebowski". You're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. You know, that or, uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing.

3. From American Splendor (Ok, I know this is a long exchange, but I laughed so hard in the theater because of the whole lentils/Lent thing that people started looking at me funny. I know; I'm weird.)
Toby: Hi, Harvey. You want these gourmet jelly beans? I gave up sweets for Lent.
Harvey: Yeah, sure, I'll take em.
Toby: I recommend the Pina Coladas. They're excellent, and very authentic-tasting.
Harvey [chewing a jelly bean]: It''s watermelon. That's pretty good, Tobe.
Toby: Wait till you try the Pina Coladas.
Harvey: Hey, Tobe, tell me somethin. Can you eat, uh, lentils during Lent?
Toby: Sure, I don't see why not. You can't eat meat on certain days, but lentils should be acceptable anytime.
Harvey: Yeah...You think there's any connection between lentils and Lent?
Toby: I don't think so, but I'll ask Sister Mary Fred at church on Sunday.
Harvey: Sister Mary Fred, huh. She cute? Sounds kinda mannish, but who the hell am I to be picky?
Toby: Harvey, you're funny. She's a NUN.

2 favorite movie actresses
1. Julianne Moore
2. I don't know...I guess Audrey Tatou

And 1 favorite movie memory
1. This is hard. Hmmm. Probably going with my mom to see The Fellowship of the Ring. She had first read the books back in the late 60s / early 70s, and had since read them multiple times. I had just finished reading the books for the first time, and I loved them. We were the first people in line for the first showing of Fellowship. It was great. They opened the doors and we ran down the hallway with this huge crowd of people running behind us. We got the perfect seats -- the ones in the second row of stadium seating, with the bar in front of them -- you're elevated, but no one is in front of you. It was so worth it: we both gasped when Gandalf's wagon crests the road and you can see the Shire, with Bag End and the Party Tree and Bagshot Row laid out before him. It was exactly as we had imagined.

Ok, I tag Isabel and Sara.

apparently it's good luck in Japan

Thursday night, Brett and I were waiting to catch the #17 in Ballard. We had just finished dinner (Pho! Yum!) and were heading to SPU to hear one of my favorite college professors give a lecture.

The sun was shining, we were full of Pho, and we were both feeling happy and goofy.

And then, I felt something hit my left shoulder area -- like where my coat's lapel is, kind of. The tree above us was dropping little blooms, so I figured that was what it was. But no, oh, no. Of course it wasn't some leafy blossom.

It was freaking bird crap.

Brett started laughing so hard that I couldn't help myself from laughing, too, even though I was freaking out a bit.

Thankfully, there is a little tea shop next to the bus stop, so I went in there and begged some napkins off of the guy at the counter, who couldn't hold his laughter in, either. I made some comment about how at least now I have an excuse to get my wool coat dry cleaned.

One of the tea shop patrons piped up from the back of the store.

"You know, it [getting hit with bird crap] is good luck in Japan."

Well, if that's their idea of good luck, I'd hate to see their idea of bad luck.

Monday, April 16, 2007


Oh goodness. It's been way too long since I posted last! The past 10 days have flown by, which is a good thing, I suppose.

I don't really have too much to say. Life is still very up and down. There have been some really good, much more back-to-normal days in the past couple of weeks, and some really bad, dark days mixed in as well. I hope those are getting to be fewer and farther between. They seem to be, anyway. (This said, of course, from my perspective today, which is a relatively good day.)

Oddly enough, after my first burst of sharing everything about what happened, I am feeling much more withdrawn about it, at least here. And that's weird. At first it seemed like I couldn't go on without everyone knowing what happened. Now, I feel really vulnerable and uncertain about how much to share about my emotions. Maybe it's that the numbness is wearing off and I'm starting to come to terms with things. I don't know.

In other news, I did our taxes on Saturday, which took far, far too long. I posted a couple of years ago about my Kafka-esque experience trying to consolidate my student loans. Well, dealing with TurboTax (more like Slow-as-Molasses-in-January Tax, but whatever) yesterday was kind of like that. Because of an error with the State of Maine tax forms, it took four hours of re-entering the same information over, and over, and over again until it worked.

Thankfully, I finally got it to work. The best news is that we are getting a really nice refund!!! We will be able to pay off all of our smaller debts and also one credit card. I'm really, really happy about this.

The debt we incurred while living in Maine was horrible. I wrote about some of those issues about a year ago. Since we've been back, we had just been treading water in terms of paying off our debt since Brett didn't have a steady job. But now, with this tax return to help us jump start things, and with his steady income, there is actually an end in sight!! I can see the light at the end of the tunnel where this debt is concerned!

We are paying down our balances, paying off small debts, and saving money for emergencies. We aren't using credit. We are able to pay all of our bills on time. We can buy groceries without adding up the total as we go because we only have so many dollars in the checking account. We can go out to dinner and not worry about it. I can get a manicure. Brett can buy moped parts.

It feels so, so, so good to be at this place again. So good.

Friday, April 06, 2007

a happy anniversary of a sad occasion

Sunday will mark the 1o-year anniversary of my mom's mastectomy. It seems fitting that it is Easter Sunday, a day of renewed life and hope and joy.

In early 1997, my mom found a lump in her left breast. Unfortunately, due to the fact that she would soon be transitioning from my dad's COBRA policy (which she'd been on since my parents' divorce) to a policy at her new job, there was going to be a roughly three-week gap in her insurance coverage.

She knew that if she brought the lump to her doctor's attention during that time or before her new insurance kicked in, there was a possibility they wouldn't cover treatments if it did turn out to be cancer.

So she waited for two months, all the while knowing in her heart that she had breast cancer.

When she finally told her doctor, he acted very quickly, scheduling a mastectomy within a month of her initial visit, about three weeks after the biopsy results.

My sister was living with my dad and his new wife (my stepmom Sandy) at the time, so it was just my mom and me at home to deal with this. That's part of why we've always been close; we were thrown together during one of the hardest times of our lives, left with only each other to lean on.

I remember the day of the surgery. Lots of people came to the hospital to wait with me. (Strangely, I can't remember whether or not my sister was there.) Friends from church, a couple of pastors, the mom of one of my good friends.

Thankfully, after a summer of extremely intense and difficult chemotherapy treatments, a breast reconstruction surgery, and several years of Tamoxifin, my mom is still cancer-free after 10 years.

I can't even describe how thankful I am that she is still cancer-free. In fact, thankful hardly seems like a strong enough word. I am grateful from the depths of my being. It is a huge, huge blessing, and I am so glad she is still here and still healthy.

Happy 10-Year Cancer-Free Anniversary, Mama!