Archive for May, 2011

If the house is rockin’, I will come knockin’.

Last summer, new neighbors moved in across the street.  They are a young couple and seem nice, although I haven’t talked to them much since bringing them cookies when they first moved in.  We generally just do the typical  neighbor thing: wave if we make eye contact, pretend we don’t see each other if we don’t make eye contact.  (Reading that over, I feel like a jerk. Is that the typical neighbor thing?  Or am I a big brat for not waving every time?)

Well, last night I get home around 11:30.  As I get out of my car, I hear music blasting out of their house.  Not just any music, but some serious heavy metal.  (Note: this is not typical for the neighborhood.  I think the average age of my other neighbors is 72. No joke.)  After about fifteen minutes, it changes to ska and I just can’t take it any longer.

I walk across the street and knock on the door.  Of course, they can’t hear me so I start lurking around the side of their house, trying to decide if I should knock on their back door.  (Thank goodness no one drove by…I would have looked like a total creeper.)  Then, the song ends so I run back to the front porch and knock again.

Matt answers the door, beer mug in hand.

“HI,” I shout, “I HEARD YOUR MUSIC AT MY HOUSE, AND…”

He interrupts, “OH, SORRY, IS IT TOO LOUD?”

“NO, I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I LIKE IT.  SO I THOUGHT I’D COME OVER…”

“OH, AWESOME, WANT A BEER?”

And with that, I made some new friends.  As it turns out, whatever the other neighbors said made the new neighbors think I was lame (Matt’s words, not mine) so they were never sure what to say to me.    In all, it turned out to be a super fun night.  The cops showed up, though, around 3.  Apparently the music WAS too loud.

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Nothing like a sex joke at church…

Believe it or not, this post is going to be a celebration of my mom.

It started with a sex joke at church…someone told her happy mother’s day, and she said thanks.  Then, “But we really have her father to blame for that…”  We proceeded to laugh so hard that we were shushed by the people behind us.  I’m not sure if the humor really carries through if you weren’t there, but it’s still making me laugh out loud.  🙂

Since I’m spending the day at my parents’ house, I started making the angel food cake for dessert.  After pouring the batter in the pan, I brought the bowl to my mom so we could share it (we’re both connoisseurs of raw dough/batter).  After finishing it, she hands me a mug of tea saying, “Here.  It’s the perfect complement.” Some people talk about wine complimenting a meal or about coffee complementing dessert.  My mom points out a tea that complements raw batter.

And now, she’s sitting behind me practicing the guitar.  She started taking lessons a year ago and practices just about every day for roughly an hour!  I think it’s amazing when people decide that it’s never to late to learn a new skill.

My mom is awesome and I love her!

Karaoke, meditation, and strangers

Be prepared: this will be the first of many posts about my students.  They regularly make me happy (what will I do when school’s out!?)  My rambunctious fifth hour today suggested I teach two new classes: a karaoke class and a meditation class.  Now, I’m probably not “highly qualified” to teach either of those things, but do you know how much I’d love it?  Can you imagine a karaoke class?  I’m not sure what the different units of study would be: stage presence, musicality, targeting your audience?  Hm.  Is it that crazy that I think it could almost work?  I mean, I already teach Acting–maybe I could add a unit on musical theatre.  Ok, I think I need to take a step back…

In other news, I had a great random encounter with a kid today.  I stopped at the library on my way home from work to get a book and request others.  When I was walking to the circulation desk, a boy of about 9 says to me, “I can’t find my dad.”  He wasn’t panicky or scared and said it in the most matter-of-fact way. Why he said this to me, I have no idea.  After walking around and looking for the missing dad, we went to the help desk where the boy said the same thing to the employees, adding, “But at least there’s a good sign…our car’s still here.”  It turns out his dad was outside for some reason, so I checked out my books and left.  It was weird, though, how self-possessed this kid was.  Kinda freaked me out, to be honest.  🙂

Have a lovely day!

Long time no see…

Yes, it’s been a long long time.  I’m really going to try to stick with it this time.  I had a good run last April,  but then May happened.  Apparently May kicked my but so I forgot about the blog.  Until now.  Hooray!  Still going to try to focus on the happy things. Sooo…

Today’s happy thing:  Ginger!  I tweaked my knee a week or so ago.  It’s gotten worse, so I’m trying the natural anti-inflammatory.  I had a random container of chopped ginger in the fridge (which isn’t even CLOSE to the real deal, by the way), so I added about a teaspoon or so to some hot water, squeezed in some lemon juice, and bingo bango.  Yum yum.  (You do have to keep stirring it or else the particles all rest on the bottom.)

Know of any other yummy ginger drinks?