The 8th Nerve

daze

Steve: I feel like I haven’t showered in days.

Me: You’re dazed?

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Feb 28th 2006I Misheard When

I’m signing up! The race is in August. I’m running with a team of 6, and “each runner will run 3 times over the 100 mile distance with a total distance per runner of approximately 16.5 miles.” It’s 100 miles on Route 100, starting in Stowe. The hills are going to be unbelievable.

Our latest party!

This is going to be so much fun. We’re hosting a brew party on Saturday, at least six people have made batches, and the rest of us will sample them. Steve made up tasting guidelines and forms to fill out for drinkers and non-drinkers (based on smell and appearance) alike. The winner and runner up get prizes. I had a t-shirt made extra special for this party. Wait til you see the pictures.

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Feb 27th 2006Everyday life

casper

when Casper really wants to go outside, he gets up on my bedside table and knocks everything off with his paw, one by one.

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Feb 26th 2006I Peeved When

Around home

We call this fragrance “CK ‘Farm’”

Our backyard on one of the mornings that actually looked like winter

Steve clipped a many proofs of purchase to get this

Worth it, right?

View from the deck on the other morning that looked like winter

Close up of the river through the trees

I watched Casper jump onto this ledge and still don’t know how he did it.

Mount Mansfield- Jen pulled over so I could take this from the car window

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Feb 24th 2006Everyday life & Pictures

Photo Driver Licenses: A Litany of Horror

I lost my driver’s license at Muddy Waters coffeeshop in Burlington. I left it right on the table. When I called, however, they hadn’t seen it. You would think that whoever found it could do the courtesy of mailing it back to me, but it never materialized. The little shit that found it was probably a blonde under 21.

The picture on that license was particularly bad, as I had a big scarf wrapped several times around my neck, and then bare skin, and then my v-neck top. I didn’t think any of it would show in the picture. Plus I wasn’t smiling, and looked rather insolent, but not in a sexy way, more in a convict “Drug Bust in Milton” kind of way.

My first experience getting my license was an awkward bumbling experience where I didn’t have the ID documents I was supposed to have with me, couldn’t hear the irritated lady behind the counter, and didn’t know where I was supposed to stand (ON THE LINE!) or where to look. But I had beginner’s luck and my photo actually came out better than pictures taken with good cameras in good lighting.

A Pennsylvania state trooper and a New York state trooper looked at that photo and STILL gave me speeding tickets.

The following licenses just went downhill from there. My move to Vermont required a new license and a chance to capture my awkward growing out phase of my super short haircut of senior year in college.

Then I married Steve, which required a name change and new license. I think I was married about two weeks at that point.

Then I lost my license and had to go in again. As you can see, my hair has come full circle.

Ugh. I told you it would be scary.

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Feb 21st 2006Everyday life & Pictures

Keywords and phrases

A couple of keyword terms that led visitors to my site over the last few days: “Wife locked in basement” and “symptoms repressed rage”. I can’t help you with the first one but I can with the second one. In my opinion symptoms include: out of proportion amount of anger regarding certain issues, depression (anger without energy because it is repressed, as well as it is anger turned against the self), and/or dreams of frightening figures chasing you or trying/intending to harm you. I used to have those dreams pretty often, but lately in my dreams, I own the anger instead of projecting it outward. A good sign.

You know how some people get songs stuck in their heads? I don’t get songs stuck in my head, but I do get phrases and words stuck in my head. Some phrases have been cycling at various times in my mind since I was a child. Usually they are phrases that evoke images or feelings or just sound poetic. They can even be names and places. It’s really random, what sticks and what doesn’t. I have accumulated another one to my collection. The latest one comes from a passage in the book The Falls by Joyce Carol Oates:

So one generation grinds another into the earth. Into bones, dust. Into oblivion. Ariah smiled cruelly to think how little the promise of heaven must mean, if you’ve lost earth. [p 149]

Oh great, that’s going to be reverberating in my head for years.

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Feb 19th 2006Books

This’ll really help my property value

Drug bust and armed robbery in the same week, 12 miles north of One of the Top Ten Safest Cities in America. Way to go, Milton.

I have finally been offered and accepted a job! And I have heard back from my committee and they agreed I can proceed directly to the defense without going through a second reading or making major changes. Moving forward, people, moving forward!

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Feb 16th 2006Everyday life & Pictures