Friday, September 29, 2006

Scrapbooking--->Pure Madness

Something our dear friend said in her last blog made me realize two things about myself.
1. I have no sense of nostalgia. Nada, Rien, Nyet, Zero, Zilch, Nil!
2. Scrapbooking is pure madness. It's absolutely nutso.
Now most of you will recognize that number 2 is not a true observation about myself so much as a general perspective on the world. It is especially a true observation of the difference between men and women, to wit, women are crazy and men practical.

Now this supposition might meet with some outrage from the female part of our readership. Which considering our readership is one person at the current time could be a problem but I digress. However let me give you an example from my own personal experience to elucidate my argument.

Several months ago I decided I was dissatisfied with my photo collection. Said collection represented many years of memories. My experience as a young man in upstate New York, my two years in France, and my time since meeting Carolyn. Defining my life in these three paradigms allowed me to approach organizing pictures in a sequential manner. I therefore undertook the process of cataloguing my life. I bought a large photo album that would hold all of my photos from the first two periods and went through sequentially labelling the photos, including the individuals present and the date of the event as best as I could recall. This exercise proved invaluable at jogging my memory and within a few short weeks I was able to collect and place in a single album 95% of the photos from that time of my life.

My wife at that same time began the process of "scrapbooking". Now according to my understanding scrapbooking. Women put a couple photos on some colored paper, throw on some glitter, and then write in big bold letters expressions like "Bonding" or "Jazzersizing". Now beyond the fact I have no idea what those two words mean I see another problem with this whole experience.

Namely it takes about 10 hours for them to do one page!

In the space of time it took me to organize and label my entire life up to age 22, my dear wife did one "scrapbook" page!

Like I said pure madness!

Song of the day: Pourquoi Cette Pluie? by Idir. He's an Algerian musician that records primarily in France. I got the chance to meet him last time I was in Paris and was greatly impressed by the thoughtfulness of his music and the depth of his beliefs regarding the state of his country. Here's a link to a bad YouTube video of this song. I wish it was better but it was the best I could find:

And I swear one of these days I will address how I fell through the ceiling and why. It's an exciting story.

Saturday, September 23, 2006


Growing Pains

Carolyn here. And no, I am not talking about the fact that I need a larger size of pants because of my insatiable love for all things cookie. No, I'm talking about the pains that come from getting old and hopefully more responsible and having to learn all about a bunch of stuff that my parents had to deal with when I was a kid and had no idea about. I thought that grown ups got married, had kids and bought a house and then their worries were over until about the time their oldest daughter got to about 15 or 16 (mom, dad?) But I'm gradually learning that that is not the case. Grown ups have a lot to worry about and I'm not even a mom yet. Just the stresses associated with not being a mom are more than I thought any adult had. And then there's things like home ownership. Most of the time it is wonderful and I wouldn't trade it for the nicest apartment. I might, however trade the home that is owned. I say that as we just brought home our new bathroom today (tub, vanity, and toilet. The tiles we already had) and after Stewart fell through the ceiling into our bedroom while he was in the attic having a look at the ceiling fan. He had just announced that everything looked fine as far as the fan was concerned, except he did notice that there was a problem with the floor, which is also the ceiling in our bedroom, namely the hole he had just put through it with himself. Stuff like that is not a big deal, and Stewart did a fantabulous job of repairing the hole. I'm so proud. And a little jealous that I didn't get to help. Fix the hole, not make the hole. Not good for my self esteem to be falling through floors and all (note my love for cookies). Anyway, back to growing up. We also bought life insurance this week. Kind of morbid, but in a good way. "How long do you plan on living," says the insurance agent. "To 60? To 70? Certainly not 80 with your diet." So we have life insurance. So for all you kids out there reading this blog, your parents probably wouldn't want you reading anything posted by the Forbes. But now I have to go because I have a paper to write. Whole different set of stresses there. But I think I'll have a cookie first.


Friday, September 01, 2006

Home Sweet Home

So here we are everyone this is the big group photo from the gazillions of peoples I mentioned staying at my house in my last post...there might have been a few fewer than a gazillion:


Ahh sweet relief! There's nothing like having a house full of company and then the quiet of having the house empty again! I have no idea what I'm going to do when we have children...of course as the Wife and I always say
"Our Children Will Be Perfect, So We Don't Need To Worry"
For example our children will never make noise during church--well except when we want them to so that we can leave during a boring talk. Another example, our children will always appreciate everything that we give them and never say "I want this" or "Give me that". I feel bad for those parents among you who don't have kids as great as ours...if any parents out there need advise on how to make your kids as perfect as our future children will be please feel free to email us. We have a mountain of ideas that we haven't been able to try out yet.

Now on to the main reason of this post. I wanted to say to everyone that came that I had a blast at our little reunion. There's nothing better than a bunch of old friends coming together to reminisce eat burgers and stinky cheese...

Which leads us to the point in the blog where I must publicly thank the first Frenchman/woman who allowed a wheel of cheese to start growing things and decided that, "well what harm can a little mold do?" Without that great and brave individual, the world would be a much less stinky place and we could not have gorged ourselves at the fount of creation in consuming the greatest cheese the world has ever known: Raclette! If you have not tried it yet I highly recommend it. It is the greatest thing known to man.

And now for some pictures...

This is our first photo (if I can get this stupid idiot friendly program to work) of dueling cameras:

This is between Eric and I. I think I won.

Next is a wonderful shot of everyone just standing around:


Last is another candid shot:


And now for our song of the day: "I'll Rise" by Ben Harper. Ben Harper is one of those artists that I wasn't sure what to think of at first. The more I listen though the more I appreciate him.

Finally we have a new feature: Recipe of the Month.
This is something the wife wanted me to add so she'll be picking out recipes that we've found/created/stolen that we want to share with friends and family. Today's recipe is:
Chicken and Spinach Soup
2 tsp olive oil
1/2 lbs diced chicken breasts (more if you're carnivores)
1/2 medium diced white onion
2 cups fat-free low-sodium chicken broth
1 1/2 cup skim milk
1 can low-fat reduced sodium cream of chicken soup
10-ounces frozen spinach
2 cloves garlic
1 tsp chili powder
1/2 tsp cumin
1/4 cup shredded cheese (fat free if possible)
A dollop of sour cream
Corn chips (santitas or tostitos)

Oil a large saucepan and cook the diced chicken under a medium high heat with the garlic. Once chicken is no longer pink (about 7 minutes give or take), add the onion. Cook until the onion turns translucent.

Stir in the broth milk, soup, spinach, and seasoning. Bring to a boil stirring occasionally. Reduce heat for about 10 minutes until flavors have blended nicely. Serve warm with cheese, sour cream, and tostidos.


Well that's it folks hope you enjoyed are little post. We'll talk to you in a week or two when I decide if I can show you photos of me "wakeboarding". Did I mention I'm a very fat man? Just curious.