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Of yarn and beer and friends and adulthood

April 16th, 2009 (02:11 pm)

I ghost around here from time to time, keeping up with what you each share of your lives, but I mostly like to keep my life to myself. I don't know if it's a fondness of privacy or just laziness that seems to keep me from writing here, but I guess from time to time I like to drop by and say hi. Hi! :)

So life is good - very good, in fact - and Bryan and I are in the midst of planning our wedding, and trying all sort of new hobbies on for size. We have become gun enthusiasts, knitters, and beer brewers. It's an odd mix, I realize, but we have a lot of fun with it, and doing all of that together still gives us plenty of room for individuality. I have my gun, he has his, I knit sweaters and Starbucks cozies, he knits stuffed animals, and obviously the beer brewing supplements, well, everything. :)

I've been back in Texas for about a year and a half, and I really love it. Houston sort of smothers me from time to time, but it's easy enough to get away. I guess my only complaint is that I don't get enough time with my friends. Some have kids, all have jobs, some are taking classes, and some are doing a combination of 2 or even all 3 of those. I'm also getting to that point in life (I guess we all get there sometime?) where friends, treasured and loved as they are, aren't as necessary to my happiness as they once were. In a way, it makes it all the more special when I do get to see them.

 Anyway, I just wanted to pop in and say hi and let you know that I still keep up with what's going on here, in my own ghostly way. :)



January 6th, 2009 (08:19 am)

current mood: ecstatic

I'm engaged! =D

An Open Letter to Always

November 6th, 2008 (09:31 am)
current location: My office
current mood: PMSing

As found on: http://wendi-aarons.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-seen-on-mcsweeneysnet.html

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years, and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core™ or Dri-Weave™ absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from "the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call "an inbred hillbilly with knife skills." Isn't the human body amazing?

As brand manager in the feminine-hygiene division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers' monthly visits from Aunt Flo. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy! The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in capri pants. Which brings me to the reason for my letter.

Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: "Have a Happy Period."

Are you fucking kidding me?

What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness—actual smiling, laughing happiness—is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlúa and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreens armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull your head out, man. If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong"? Or are you just picking on us?

Sir, please inform your accounting department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flexi-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep. Always.


Wendi Aarons
Austin, TX


November 5th, 2008 (11:19 am)

I just loved seeing the infamous Reverend Wright on stage at Grant Park last night.


October 6th, 2008 (10:46 am)

current mood: worried

United States of Whatever

October 2nd, 2008 (01:53 pm)

current location: My Office
current mood: disappointed

I just want to be a kid again. I hate this reality I'm in (doesn't make me feel better to know you're in it, too) where the government won't listen to the people they represent. Sure, they've done it before, but $700 billion dollars? Our grandkids are going to be paying for this. This isn't the only way. I've emailed, called, and faxed my Senators and my House Rep, and they're not listening anymore. As one of my girlfriends, Charissa, said: "Between this and the election, I think I'll just take up drinking instead."

Regularly Scheduled Programming

September 22nd, 2008 (12:20 pm)
current location: My office
current mood: proud

Post-Ike reality (all your normal neighborhood streets and shopping centers bathed in pitch-blackness by nightfall until you turn the corner and are greeted by an oasis of headlights, as a snake of automobiles - could be 100 of them, easily - creeps toward the generator-powered gas pumps) has more or less returned to Pre-Ike reality. Sure, there are still gaping holes in roofs (now covered by blue tarps - they're everywhere!) and sure, plenty of businesses lost signs, and yeah, there are still tons of people without electricity, but MOST grocery stores are open and running, MOST gas stations have no lines at all, and MOST of the people I know have power and are back to zombifying themselves in front of the TV.

Ike was good for me. Do you know how many of my neighbors I met through cleaning up our street? Do you know how much TV I've watched since we got power back? Do you know how many pages I've read in the last week? Answers: quite a few, none, thousands. When I lived in Sweden, I really embraced some aspects of European life - reduced consumption of, well, everything (including TV, junk food, needless shopping, etc...) and making time to appreciate the simple things in life - dinner with friends, sitting outside with a book and a cup of coffee, long walks...you know what I mean. I moved back to the States, and well, it was easy to slip back into old habits. Ike gave me a good jolt, and reminded me that it shouldn't take a freakin' hurricane to get me to turn off the TV, grab a book and sit outside in the fresh air. Or to take a walk to get where I'm going when I have the time.

Ike also gave me a chance to be proud of Texas. When disaster struck us, we helped each other out, and most importantly, we helped ourselves. I'm not drawing a comparison between Texas and any other state that's been hurricane stricken. I'm just saying that Texas makes me proud, because we've handled this so well.

Well, enough talk about Ike. That's all you hear about on the radio right now, and I'm positive that if I turned on the TV, I'd hear about it there, too. I'm back at work, and speaking of work, I'd better get back to it.


P.S. I need to buy some batteries for my camera, but when I do, I'll post some pictures/video of the storm and its um, visual effect on Houston.

Hard Days, Cool Nights

September 16th, 2008 (07:25 am)

current location: Home
current mood: content

A beautiful sunset, a pale blue sky, a crisp breeze...thus begins our 4th day without power after Ike.

Everybody I know is unharmed. There may be trees through roofs, missing walls,and long lines for supplies, but there is also candlelight, neighbors helping neighbors, and nightly barbeques.

More later.

Yikes, it's Ike!

September 12th, 2008 (02:56 pm)
current location: Home
current mood: ready

Well, there's no denying it now. We're pretty much going to get a direct hit. We have groceries and charcoal and matches and candles and lighter fluid and gasoline and a generator and bottled water and first aid supplies and well, pretty much anything and everything we could think of that might be useful, including oatmeal cream pies. The bathtub is full, our gas tanks are full, we dragged a mattress downstairs in case we need to pull it over us in the bathroom under the staircase, and for now, we just get to sit back and enjoy the fruits of our labor. The wind is picking up outside, cloud cover is rollin' in, and Ike is just about 200 miles away from us. I might post some video later once it gets interesting if our power stays on. If not, I'll try to post the video and/or pics later.

Ike might make Houston his Tina!

September 10th, 2008 (04:21 pm)

current location: My office
current mood: excited

We've got a hurricane on the way! I grew up in Houston, so I'm the last person who'll freak out and evacuate over a category 2 or 3 hurricane, but preparations are in order nonetheless! (Really it's just an excuse to buy Gardettos, lol.) We're expecting some flooding, but we're going to stick it out. I know it's morally wrong (whatever), but I adore storms. I used to pray for them when I was a kid. Of course I hate that people are harmed by hurricanes, but I can't stop that, so I just get all geared up and hope that we get a moderately exciting storm without casualties. You know, a happy medium, like the electricity going out so you have to light candles and eat weird combinations of canned food/snack food and just listen to mother nature rage all around you, but still safe in your home with a roof and a bed that hopefully isn't floating by that time. Oh Texas weather, I've missed you!!!

P.S. Storms all weekend = romance. ;)

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