Today I gave thought to the pickle manufacturer and felt sorry for him. How does he make any money selling us fifteen plus pickles for $5 when the cucumber farmer sells one for $1? Plus they have to provide the jar and the labels and the glue whereas the cucumber farmer just plucks them from their vine, dusts it off and voila! Do they take all the reject cucumbers that didn't grow very much and therefore they get them on sale from the cucumber farmer? I wonder if some cucumbers feel sorry for the cucumbers that grow up to be pickles.
"Did you hear about Joe?" Buddy asks.
"Yeah," responds Holly with a sigh.
"He was only one centimeter too short, just one!"
"It's just awful. I don't want to think about him being crammed in a tiny jar with a bunch of other cucumber rejects for the rest of his life."
Buddy shook his head, "it's a terrible way to go, I know it. There's nothing we can do though. What can we do?" he asked with his outstretched vine arm.
A tear trickled down Holly's left side, "just hope that no one else we know becomes a pickle."
"Take care Joe," Buddy whispered. "We'll miss ya."
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Say hello to my little friend
Yesterday my husband and I got ourselves a new addition to our family. We saw a craigslist ad from a family who had a litter of 7 kittens and I liked the little grey one from the picture alone - http://sandiego.craigslist.org/csd/pet/2162161066.html
We got there at 2:05 p.m. and the first four kittens were nabbed in literally five minutes. One family waited outside the door at 1:57 and took three cats, one for every child. It was fine actually since my little girl was still there. She is the cutest thing with her blue eyes and grey fur with little white paws and a white underbelly. I named her Frankie in part because of Frank Sinatra (ol' blue eyes) and in part because of the little girl from Blue Valentine. Initially I was thinking of the name Bonnie or some name in Spanish but nothing seemed right except Frankie. Pete let me pick her out and name her and have her be my cat.
We read how to introduce a new cat to an existing but just bringing her home, Kitty went up to Frankie, smelled her, hissed and hid under the bed. It reminded me of the story my mom told when I was brought home from the hospital. My older sister Vanesa kissed me on the cheek as a baby, slapped me and told my mother, "I don't want her, take her back!"
Last night Frankie meowed like a little bird when we went to bed so we scooped her up and let her sleep in our bed. Bad idea. Every thirty or so minutes she would awake from her nap and want to play. I'd pet her half-sleeping and she nipped at my fingers and she would scratch at my arm or lick it with her scratchy tongue. Not the best sleep in the world but boy is she cute. My husband Pete slept on the couch partly because of Frankie and partly to be close to Kitty. I put her on the floor early this morning in case she needed to eat or anything else but apparently I didn't leave her there long enough. I should have been suspicious when Frankie sat perfectly still on the bed. She was peeing all over our comforter. Oh the joy of parenthood!
We got there at 2:05 p.m. and the first four kittens were nabbed in literally five minutes. One family waited outside the door at 1:57 and took three cats, one for every child. It was fine actually since my little girl was still there. She is the cutest thing with her blue eyes and grey fur with little white paws and a white underbelly. I named her Frankie in part because of Frank Sinatra (ol' blue eyes) and in part because of the little girl from Blue Valentine. Initially I was thinking of the name Bonnie or some name in Spanish but nothing seemed right except Frankie. Pete let me pick her out and name her and have her be my cat.
We read how to introduce a new cat to an existing but just bringing her home, Kitty went up to Frankie, smelled her, hissed and hid under the bed. It reminded me of the story my mom told when I was brought home from the hospital. My older sister Vanesa kissed me on the cheek as a baby, slapped me and told my mother, "I don't want her, take her back!"
Last night Frankie meowed like a little bird when we went to bed so we scooped her up and let her sleep in our bed. Bad idea. Every thirty or so minutes she would awake from her nap and want to play. I'd pet her half-sleeping and she nipped at my fingers and she would scratch at my arm or lick it with her scratchy tongue. Not the best sleep in the world but boy is she cute. My husband Pete slept on the couch partly because of Frankie and partly to be close to Kitty. I put her on the floor early this morning in case she needed to eat or anything else but apparently I didn't leave her there long enough. I should have been suspicious when Frankie sat perfectly still on the bed. She was peeing all over our comforter. Oh the joy of parenthood!
Blue Valentine
I saw the trailer for the movie "Blue Valentine" over Christmas break and it was one of those movies that just spoke to me. I love talking about relationships, watching movies about relationships, and this was a discussion in a visual form that made me want to see it immediately. Here is the trailer in case you haven't seen it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BM0A_yg8XjU
I ran out to see it with my husband and another couple on Friday night and I LOVE THIS MOVIE!
For those of you who haven't yet seen it, I suggest you see it right away and then continue reading. People think it looks depressing given that it's about a relationship that has it's share of problems and you aren't sure if they are going to make it. I have faith that they will. There's something so beautiful in their relationship in the beginning, the way their first date unfolds, the way he rescues her, even the way they look at each other. This movie takes you back to high school, to your first romance, and holds you there. They seem so great together onscreen I want them to be a couple in real life (and they very well may be).
The song from the trailer "You always hurt the one you love," plays in my head over and over again almost as a caution. If I let the little things get between my husband and me, we may end up like Cindy & Dean. He'll lose his hair and wear a black shirt with an eagle on it and I'll get puffy and start hitting him screaming things like, "I'm the man!" Okay so maybe not but there's a thread there that exists in every relationship. It either gets stronger or more frayed. Hopefully in the end you realize you can work things out "as long as there is you and me, nobody baby but you and me."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvAQ2Q4zKro
I ran out to see it with my husband and another couple on Friday night and I LOVE THIS MOVIE!
For those of you who haven't yet seen it, I suggest you see it right away and then continue reading. People think it looks depressing given that it's about a relationship that has it's share of problems and you aren't sure if they are going to make it. I have faith that they will. There's something so beautiful in their relationship in the beginning, the way their first date unfolds, the way he rescues her, even the way they look at each other. This movie takes you back to high school, to your first romance, and holds you there. They seem so great together onscreen I want them to be a couple in real life (and they very well may be).
The song from the trailer "You always hurt the one you love," plays in my head over and over again almost as a caution. If I let the little things get between my husband and me, we may end up like Cindy & Dean. He'll lose his hair and wear a black shirt with an eagle on it and I'll get puffy and start hitting him screaming things like, "I'm the man!" Okay so maybe not but there's a thread there that exists in every relationship. It either gets stronger or more frayed. Hopefully in the end you realize you can work things out "as long as there is you and me, nobody baby but you and me."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvAQ2Q4zKro
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
My current you tube video fascination
Okay so I should start with a disclaimer, I am not the avid you tube video watcher in the world by any means. I usually look at them when a friend posts them on facebook or a co-worker ims one to me. (There is a decent amount of downtime where I work so it's socially acceptable to watch the occasional video). Having said that, I have watched this particular video of a father and daughter singing a song I had never even heard before, (Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros) probably 30 times since last week. It's ridiculous! See for yourself and then I'll tell you why I like it so much:
Here it is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L64c5vT3NBw
Isn't that just the sweetest little video you've ever seen? There's an innocence to the way she sings the lyrics that I just don't enough of in two minutes and forty-eight seconds. So I have to watch it again and again. I love how her arm has to touch her father the whole time that she sings, that she plugs her ear with her little finger to hear herself sing, the simple gesture of her index finger touching her thumb as her father strums the guitar, the face she makes when she tries to whistle the way her father does, and most especially, the words she changes around. Instead of "moats and boats and waterfalls, alley ways and pay phone calls, I've been everywhere with you," she says, "moats and moats and waterfalls alomaise and pay mon calls, I've pain another where with you."
This little girl and her father transform a love song between a man and a woman infused with a sexual longing with a longing of another kind. My guess is for a mother since it states that he is a single father raising two little girls. (Plus you know no mother would let her daughter go on camera with uncombed hair). She looks off into the distance filled with hope and a child's longing that breaks only when she looks at her father. I hope they both find the woman that makes them feel at home.
If you want more, here is the original video of the song:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HNY0rx2fw4&feature=related
There's also a cool remix of the song on Grooveshark called Home (ArpLine Remix) by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
Here it is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L64c5vT3NBw
Isn't that just the sweetest little video you've ever seen? There's an innocence to the way she sings the lyrics that I just don't enough of in two minutes and forty-eight seconds. So I have to watch it again and again. I love how her arm has to touch her father the whole time that she sings, that she plugs her ear with her little finger to hear herself sing, the simple gesture of her index finger touching her thumb as her father strums the guitar, the face she makes when she tries to whistle the way her father does, and most especially, the words she changes around. Instead of "moats and boats and waterfalls, alley ways and pay phone calls, I've been everywhere with you," she says, "moats and moats and waterfalls alomaise and pay mon calls, I've pain another where with you."
This little girl and her father transform a love song between a man and a woman infused with a sexual longing with a longing of another kind. My guess is for a mother since it states that he is a single father raising two little girls. (Plus you know no mother would let her daughter go on camera with uncombed hair). She looks off into the distance filled with hope and a child's longing that breaks only when she looks at her father. I hope they both find the woman that makes them feel at home.
If you want more, here is the original video of the song:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HNY0rx2fw4&feature=related
There's also a cool remix of the song on Grooveshark called Home (ArpLine Remix) by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
The evolution of my title
Okay so a fly never fell in my frijoles (beans) before but my Abuelita (Grandmother) refuses to eat black beans for this very reason. I thought it would make for an interesting title of my blog. I also considered "what I am sinking about" with the awesome youtube video found here -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmOTpIVxji8
I chuckle every time and I don't even understand German. But my husband does! (You have to say that last line like Chunk from the Goonies. "Okay so Michael Jackson didn't come over to my house...to use the bathroom. But his sister did!") That has got to be my number one most watched movie ever.
I also considered "this one time in band camp" except I was never in band camp but I always start my stories with, "this one time." My sister was in asthma camp and I was in camp at church in elementary school but then my blog would sound religious which I wanted to avoid. Who would want to read a blog about "this one time in church camp?" Not me.
So now that I've finished my first entry that was really all about the evolution of my blog title. It's a work in progress. My co-worker told me just to start the blog already so ta da!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmOTpIVxji8
I chuckle every time and I don't even understand German. But my husband does! (You have to say that last line like Chunk from the Goonies. "Okay so Michael Jackson didn't come over to my house...to use the bathroom. But his sister did!") That has got to be my number one most watched movie ever.
I also considered "this one time in band camp" except I was never in band camp but I always start my stories with, "this one time." My sister was in asthma camp and I was in camp at church in elementary school but then my blog would sound religious which I wanted to avoid. Who would want to read a blog about "this one time in church camp?" Not me.
So now that I've finished my first entry that was really all about the evolution of my blog title. It's a work in progress. My co-worker told me just to start the blog already so ta da!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)