Posts Tagged With: fun

The Haunting of Night Vale

Welcome to Night Vale is a podcast written by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor.
To say Thing 2 is a fan is an understatement.
She’s listened religiously since the beginning in 2012.
She turned me onto Night Vale. And while I’m not as deeply invested as she is, I too love this delightful podcast about a community radio show in a spectacularly weird desert town.

When they announced the 2020 Night Vale Live tour I bought tickets as a Christmas (2019) gift for Thing 2.
We all know the whole damn world shut down in the spring of 2020. The show was postponed twice before finally canceling.

Disappointment.
Sadness.
Especially because “The Voice of Night Vale” Cecil Baldwin announced The Haunting of Night Vale would be his last live tour.

But(!!!)
Two years later we found ourselves surrounded by a theater full of strange and wonderful people who like the same weird shit we do.
Cheers!

The story was well done, but the epilogue was everything.
(here’s a teeny glimpse)
We carry our ghosts with us. They don’t haunt us, they are a part of us. We are each our own haunted house.

Y’all it was an amazing experience!
I laughed.
I cried.
I cheered.
Standing O.

left to right: Cecil Baldwin, Kate Jones, Symphony Sanders, Joseph Fink, Jeffrey Cranor, Erin McKeown

I have such a grateful heart!

Categories: me | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

would you rather – dix-septième partie

have (legit won) an Olympic Gold Medal or a Nobel Prize
Nobel Prize (for literature, natch…or maybe peace, because why the hell not?)

have a dog that hummed or a cat that whistled
whistling cat
Except for Izzy, who yowled for her own entertainment, every cat I’ve ever had was pretty quiet so I feel confident that there would only be occasional whistling

have one wish granted today or three wishes granted five years from now
I’ll take my wish now please and thank you
not so much because I’m incapable of delaying my gratification, but because one wish would do me

go camping or go to Las Vegas
camping
and however much I excel at it I cannot express to y’all the passion with which I hate to camp

never be able to wear makeup or only wear one color for the rest of your life
Y’all!
I have blonde eyebrows – I need mascara.
and if I could only ever wear blue or green that would work for me…

What about y’all?
What would you rather?

Categories: me | Tags: , , , | 5 Comments

would you rather – seize partie

be an unimportant character in the last movie you saw or an unimportant character in the last book you read
the last movie I saw was The Return of the King
the last book I read was Morningside Heights
Absolutely no question, sign me up for some elf ears in LotR!

know how above or below average you are at everything or know how above or below average people are at one skill/talent just by looking at them
I feel like I have a pretty good handle on my own skill level, even if I underplay those I’m actually a bit better at. Therefore I choose to know the skills of others. This would be helpful in all manner of situations.

have the ability to mute people at will or pause people for five seconds at a time, but only once an hour
M U T E!
I cannot tell you how often I just want people to shut the fuck up.

be able to control fire or water
water
If Avatar: The Last Airbender taught me anything it’s that even though I’m a fixed earth sign I’d be a water bender. And I’d use my bending to be a healer.

rather never be stuck in traffic again or never get another cold
never ever ever stuck in traffic again FTW!

Categories: me | Tags: , , , | 3 Comments

love and joy and cookies

Thing 1 and I baked cookies all day yesterday.

Baby K said, “I help you!” many times.
Of course toddler help looks often looks like her taking cookies off the pan and cramming them in her gob as quickly as we can cut them. (I’m over here like, dude, that’s what scraps are for!)
Or taking a handful of flour and throwing it on the floor while saying, “It’s SNOW!”
Then when her mother unceremoniously removes her from the stool upon which she stands, laying in the flour on the floor and…”I making snow angel!”
(Yeah, we laughed. It was freaking adorable!)
We had a reprieve when her Papa came home from lunch and they sat at the island being all cute while they ate their lunches together.
And again while she napped.

Baking is not my strong suit.
But yesterday, baking with my girl. I was absolutely content.
I enjoyed her company.
I enjoyed working in the kitchen with her.
I enjoyed watching her be her daughter’s mom.

That time was sacred to me and I’m grateful for it.
It wasn’t about the cookies, though most of them turned out beautifully.
It was about the process.
It was about the fellowship.
I know how fortunate I am to live close to my daughter, especially after not for so long.
But more than that, I know how fortunate I am to be close to my daughter.
Love, joy, and gratitude are spilling over in me and out into the world.
I hope y’all can feel it too!

Categories: love | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

would you rather – partie quinze

master every musical instrument or be fluent in every language
fluent in every language all day every day

go bald or forever be cursed with terrible haircuts
bald
bad haircuts are the absolute worst and I can always accessorize with hats and wigs

have fame and fortune or love and wisdom
love and wisdom
fame is a fickle bitch, and fortunes can be lost – love can also be lost, but I value it more, and wisdom only grows

live in a cave or live in a tree house
tree house x infinity
especially if it could be like Henry and Amy’s

King, Stephen Michael. Henry and Amy (right-way-round and upside down). New York, Walker and Company, 1998.

first contact extraterrestrials be robotic or organic
organic
if they’re robotic, that means someone/thing else is controlling them and I feel like that doesn’t necessarily bode well…

What about y’all?
What would you rather?

Categories: me | Tags: , , , | 2 Comments

would you rather – partie quatorze

travel the world for a year on a shoestring budget or stay in only one country for a year but live in luxury
this is a tricky one…
I’m not sure a year long enough to see the entire world, especially on a limited budget. But, spending an entire year in one country would provide quite the opportunity to explore every aspect…I’m looking at you, Italy.
I choose staying luxuriously in one country

every third thought you have be out loud or never be alone no matter what you are doing
every third thought
After a while I’d learn to manage the timing and not express too many inappropriate thoughts…

take an all expenses paid dream vacation every year for a month or have the job of your dreams
Another tricky one!
Why do I do this to myself?
While a free month long vacay sounds divine, real life is in those other eleven months.
I choose dream job!

be a successful artist or a successful business owner
successful artist
Unless…my successful business involved my art…?
I don’t think this is a have your cake and eat it too sort of situation…so I’ll stick with my initial answer.

be covered in fur or covered in scales
fur
even though I’d be hot covered in fur, the idea of being covered in scales freaks me out

What about y’all?
What would you rather?

Categories: me | Tags: , , , | 6 Comments

Halloween kitty

Since we moved into our new home, YBW and I have seen only a handful of kids.
Maybe ten kids total? They all look to be middle school age and younger.
This created some debate regarding Halloween.

My favorite thing is to sit on the porch and wait for the kids to come. Even the big high school age kids, if they’ve put forth any effort to ‘dress up’ I’m all about them having candy. Let them hold on to their childhood a bit longer.

Halloween in this new neighborhood would leave me disappointed and trust me when I say, nobody wants that. Not to mention all the leftover candy…and trust me when I say, neither of us needs to eat all that candy.

So we decided we’d go out to celebrate Halloween with Baby K.
Her mommy wants to make group costumes work as long as humanly possible, and this year she went ‘old school’ with ‘traditional’ costumes. You know, witch, mummy, vampire, black cat, ghost…that kind of thing. Picture watching the Great Pumpkin…

YBW and I picked up pizza and went out to their house, excited about trick or treating.

Baby K was a kitty!

Thing 1, Husband N, and Baby K went out for a bit, and when they made it back around the block, the stopped off at the porch. But, Baby K wasn’t finished yet! She asked that “B-Papa” take her out for a bit.
Y’all! We had the best fun walking with that girl!
She said “Trick or treat!” and “Thank you!” and even met another (bigger) girl dressed as a cat.
At one house there were a ton of big kids. The family was hosting a party. After our little kitty trick or treated, thanked the lady and man, she started after the big kids to join the party! We were like, um, this is a party for big kids, and you’re not quite a big kid just yet. She wasn’t hearing it and wanted to hang out with those teenage girls!
When we came down the hill and she saw her house, she said, “MOMMA! DADDY!” and dragged me along to get home faster.

She danced on the porch and ate a third of her body weight in candy.
I had the honor of tucking her in at bed time.
YBW and I came home full of pizza and a whole lot of Baby K love!
It was a mighty fine Halloween!

Categories: me | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

a girl and her bomb pop

YBW and I went over to see Baby K (and her Mommy and Daddy) Sunday after visiting the new house. It’s been two weeks since we last saw them and I gotta tell you, I missed that kid!
When we drove up she came tearing around the side of the house and across the yard screaming, “BEEEEEE! PAPA!” and leapt right into YBW’s arms! They hugged and she giggled and then she turned and held up her arms and said, “Beee!” we squeezed each other so tightly!
All was right with the world because Baby K and her Birdie and Papa were in the same place again.

We played.
We had lunch.
We went to the playground.
That girl is quickly mastering climbing up slides, and I couldn’t be prouder!

The ice cream truck drove by and some of the bigger kids on the playground began screaming, “Ice cream man!” and running.
Baby K has no earthly idea what the ice cream man is but she pointed at the truck and said, “Hi keem!”, you know her Papa went and stood in line behind all those other kids patiently waiting to get that girl some ice cream. She stood with her mommy and I pointed at the pictures until she grinned and gave an enthusiastic, “Mmm hmm!”.

a girl and her bomb pop

Categories: love | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

IWotB 2021 edition ~ day six

I left the house at eight am Friday morning and didn’t return to it until nearly eight pm.
It was exhausting.
However, I was able to have a really great day!

I went to Lidl to pick up a pod swing Thing 1 wanted for Baby K.
Across the street to Costco for gas. (pulled right up to the pump, thank goodness)
After that, I was at a loss. I had to meet YBW at the new house at 11:30 so I just needed to kill time until then.
Turns out, Nora was available to meet for breakfast, so that killed an hour.
I came back to my neighborhood to drop off something for Meredith and Beau’s mom. (down the street there were three cars in front of my house – all the randos)

At the new house, YBW and I met with the building manager. He was making his list and I was adding to it. He was sincerely apologetic about the cabinets, saying he had spoken with the cabinet guy but then dropped the ball on following up. Fortunately, he was meeting with the cabinet guy right after he saw us, so we’re all gonna cross our fingers.
Our meeting was productive, and I’m content I didn’t have to use my teacher voice with him.
Shame they have to do more work, but that bit isn’t my problem.
Apparently the windows are ‘still coming’ the question is when…

It was 12:20 when I hit the road out to Thing 1’s house. Baby K was asleep when I arrived, so I was able to help Thing 1 do a bit of work around the house.
They’re finally settling in, they have much more to do, but in the six weeks they’ve lived there, they’ve made decent progress.
Last week, she took a bunch of plants home from our house and they’re on the porch at her house looking somewhat healthy. Husband N was working from home Friday and cleared all the unkempt flower bed so they could assess what was there (peonies and lilacs and hostas), and begin to decide where to plant other things.
Y’all, their house is so damn precious and I love seeing them turn it into their home!

My tiny girl work from her nap as I was in the kitchen washing my hands. She saw me and stopped, it took a moment to register what was up.
I said, “Hi Chicken.”
She said, “BEE!” and ran to me wrapping her arms around my legs and squeezing me tight, then she planted a big kiss on the back of my thigh.
I quickly dried my hands and scooped her up.
All the Baby K love!
Thing 1 needed to go to Target, so we three girls had a little road trip. OK, their Target is small, but good. And has some seriously great employees! Super helpful and friendly.

I was meeting YBW at the Mexican joint for dinner, so I left my daughter’s family at six and was sitting down to a big ass bowl of queso about forty minutes later.

First day of showings saw fifteen appointments and three agents contacted ours saying their clients were planning to write offers.
We’ll see how that goes.

Day six of International Week of the Birthday was even more wonderful than I expected!
I got to see two of my friends, my husband at the new house (in the middle of the day no less), spent time with my daughter and granddaughter, did a Target run, and had melty cheese!
I’ll take it!

Categories: me | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

would you rather – partie treize

have a bottomless box of Legos or a bottomless gas tank
Bottomless gas tank.
Oh the place’s I’ll go…

have unlimited sushi for life or unlimited tacos for life

go back to age 5 with everything you know now or know now everything your future self will learn
I’m not sure five year old anyone is capable of managing the emotional weight of knowing what adult them knows. I’m choosing knowing now what future me will know.

see what was behind every closed door or be able to guess the combination of every safe on the first try
While it sounds kind of cool, in reality, how much access do or will I have to random safes? But I come across doors every day of my life. I choose doors.

have all your clothes fit perfectly or have the most comfortable pillow, blankets, and sheets in existence
Perfectly fitted clothes all day every day.

Categories: me | Tags: , , , | 6 Comments

Blog at WordPress.com.

Starting Over

Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over

Stories I've Never Told...

(...and some I have)

Social Artist

Simpler way with social artiste

Faith + Gratitude = Peace + Hope

When I was young my dad would always say, "Crystal, you can choose your attitude." One day I chose to believe him.

debsdespatches.wordpress.com/

Reader, Writer, Photographer, Random Scribbler

Snippets of SnapDragon

Welcome to my cauldron of creative musings.

Encouragement for you!!

Need some encouragement--read this!!

To Write or not to Write and What to Write

#shortstories #thoughts #reflections

Thinker Boy: Blog & Art

by Troy Headrick

Invisibly Me

Live A Visible Life Whatever Your Health

A Teacher's Reflections

Thirty Years of Wonder

Life and Random Thinking

An old dog CAN blog

charles french words reading and writing

An exploration of writing and reading

Young Lion

Life Is All About The View

Sawblades In Your Walkman

effervescing with muchness

History Tech

History, technology, and probably some other stuff

Tales from the mind of Kristian

Visit the darkest crevices of my mind, dare to tread where many fear to go. You may find something interesting or you may find a mirror to your soul.

Writer of Words etc

Words, mostly

walkingtheclouds

where the clouds may lead

Meditations in Motion

Running and life: thoughts from a runner who has been around the block

Bitchin’ in the Kitchen

..because the thoughts that fall, kicking and screaming from my head need a safe place to land..

Finding French Charming

Finding True Love.. Even After Forty

Thought Box

Sweet...Bitter...Happy...Sad...All thoughts trapped in a Box...

M.A. Lossl

An author's life, books, and historical research

Pointless Overthinking

Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.

Water for Camels

Encouragement and Development for Social Workers and Those with a Mission of Helping Others

%d bloggers like this: