30 May, 2009

It's the little things that get me...

I was watching DVDs of NCIS this evening (yup, hoppin' Friday night in the CW5H2O household!), and I checked out the special features. There was a cast roundtable, which I thought looked interesting, so I hit play. It's all just the cast having dinner together at a restaurant in LA, chatting with each other and answering questions from the audience, so it's a fun and entertaining 15 minutes or so, and totally worth watching, but the part that got me was when Mark Harmon (who I loved as Simon on TWW before he was on NCIS) got up from the table, walked over and grabbed a pitcher of water, and started refilling his castmates' glasses.

Then, when a waiter rushes over to help, looking chagrined (because dude, it's the entire cast of NCIS having dinner in your restaurant, with a whole camera crew, and you've been totally caught slacking off on the job!), Mark just waves him off and says "No problem, I've got it" and continues to fill the rest of the water glasses, and then sits down and rejoins the conversation as if nothing had happened.

Now I'll grant you, this is not a big thing. This is, in fact, a tiny little thing. But it made me smile. Because see, celebrities are real people! And not all of them are stuck-up, self-entitled, snots-nosed jerks! Yay! :)

Okay, and I'm going to blame the over-abundance of exclamation marks on the fact that it's 3am, and I'm still awake (stupid discovery of iMovie...). Bedtime for Bonzo! :)

29 May, 2009

Yes, I'm a Vocabulary Nerd....

It always makes me happy to see people using words correctly on television. One of my biggest pet peeves is people who use words without knowing what they mean. I hear it all the time...people use a word because they THINK they know what it means, and then it just becomes habit, and everyone around them starts using it too! It happened when I worked at the bank ALL THE TIME.

So imagine my joy yesterday morning when watching The Today Show (as I do every morning while getting ready for work) when NBC's Political Director and Chief White House Correspondent Chuck Todd, used the word "strawman" correctly. Now according to the dictionary, a strawman is an argument set up to be easily defeated. However, in recent years, I've constantly heard the phrase equated to a rough draft. "I'd like your comments on this, I'm going to send you the strawman." or "They need it by Friday, so we've gotta turn the strawman into gold." Okay, so there are more problems with that last one than just an improper use of a word, but still, you get my point. And I understand that words develop meanings of their own over time (after all, ain't is in the dictionary now, but that doesn't mean you should start using it!), but it still drives me bonkers, so thanks Chuck Todd and The Today Show, for making my Thursday morning a little brighter with your correct vocabulary (I told you I was a vocabulary nerd.)!

27 May, 2009

Of Rabbits and Ridiculousness...

I just got back from the salon, where I got my hair cut, and had what may go down in history as the oddest conversation ever.

***Fair Warning: Some may consider the following conversation to be graphic in nature.***

So I was getting my hair cut this evening. I love my salon down here. All the stylists are sweet, nice, funny, and so incredibly friendly, that I always leave feeling like I've just had a lovely evening with friends (of course the wine and champagne they give you doesn't hurt!). They play my favorite music, and make it a point to remember what's going on in my life. It's an amazing place.

So we're all sitting there laughing and talking when another client walks in. The owner greets her, she introduces herself to me, and he starts mixing her color. Turns out, she's a nurse, and when they ask her if she wants a glass of wine, her response is "GOD YES!" So we all kind of laugh and ask her if she's had a rough day. She didn't seem to want to tell the story initially (and after hearing it, I can understand why she wouldn't want to tell it to a room full of strangers, so clearly I need to tell it to the entire internet.), but we eventually got it out of her.

It seems that a patient had come into the ER that day, in a bit of a predicament. Apparently, he had "lost" his pet rabbit. Now, by "lost," I mean...(I'm trying so hard here to find a PC way to put this)...he had inserted his pet rabbit...(I'm coming up short)...where the sun don't shine.

Yeah, that was my reaction too.

So her last patient of the day had been creepy rabbit guy. Now all of us in the salon are in varying stages of shock/horror/hysterical laughter, and the conversation for the rest of the evening revolved around this story. There were so many questions asked:

-- What makes someone think "here's a good idea!" ??
-- How does a rabbit fit in there?
-- Did the rabbit have to be sedated?
-- Did the rabbit survive?
-- How did the doctors and nurses treat him without busting out laughing?
-- What did he tell the people in admitting?
-- Is that procedure covered by insurance?

But the question we spent the most time talking about was this: What's the progression here? I mean, is it a bell curve? Do you start out small (shopping at the Hustler store) and gradually work your way up to...creatures? What's the line in the sand between regular, every-day sexual escapades and THIS (You'll notice I can't actually bring myself to type the words....)? How do you get to the point that you think that's a good idea? And as I sit here typing all this, I realize the question that none of us asked, that I now feel I need the answer to is: Did they call in a psych consult? 'Cause seriously, yuck.

That's just wrong on so many levels. [Or to quote Dollhouse (aka Joss Whedon): "The wrongness of this is so large!"]

And then, to top it all off, as Nurse Lady and I are both paying and getting ready to leave, another woman comes rushing in, apologizing all over herself for being late, but she had to help her son, who lost his pet hamster.

Every single soul in the place burst into hysterical laughter. I was crying, mascara running, couldn't breathe, I was laughing so hard! My stomach muscles actually hurt right now!

It's not one world out there...

26 May, 2009

I hate telemarketers...

I just got a phone call from a telemarketer. Possibly the worst telemarketing ploy I've ever seen. The phone rings. I pick up. A recorded voice says "This is 1st Advantage LLC. Please hold for the next available agent."


No I don't think I'll HOLD to be given a sales pitch for something I A) don't need, B) don't want, and C) could care less about.

But thank you for irritating me and making me get off of my nice comfy couch when my muscles are still embarrassingly sore from the beating I gave myself working out this weekend.

And on that now, I'm off to the bath, where I'm hoping that Calgon will take my muscle aches away!

25 May, 2009

Happy Memorial Day

Sacrifices made by the few, on behalf of the many. That's what today is all about. It's not about getting a day off of work (though, not gonna lie, I love that), or the Memorial Day Sales all over town (gotta love that too). It's about remembering the people who made the decision to serve their country, and made the ultimate sacrifice.

I'm privileged to count a number of military men and women among my friends, and so today, I thank them for everything they've done, are doing, and will continue to do in the future.

Thank you.


I just finished my first work out with the "EA Sports Active: Personal Trainer" for the Wii, and I'm not ashamed to tell you, it TOTALLY kicked my ass. I mean seriously, I started off with a 20min, medium intensity workout targeting the lower body, and by the time the 20 minutes were up, I was sweating. Not dying mind you, but I couldn't have done another 20 minutes. Which is, ya know, kind of pathetic. But on the upside, I feel pretty good about myself! Now, off to hit the showers!

Happy Memorial Day everybody! Now if only it would stop raining down here so I could get some pool-time in!

24 May, 2009

I found my camera!!

Here's the problem with cleaning...when you're spinning around your home like a whirling dervish, straightening up for company, inevitably you wind up tossing things into "easy to remember, yet out of sight" places. So then your house looks beautiful, the guests are lovely, and everything's going along swimmingly. Except when you're looking for your camera three weeks later, and remember that you put it "somewhere safe" that you were certain would be easy to remember. And you're wrong.

I've been looking for my camera for three weeks now, and finally found it today (after many, many prayers to St. Anthony), of all places, buried at the bottom of my pajama drawer. Because I'm sure, at the time, I thought that was perfectly logical. I need to start taking notes about my "easy to remember" safe spots....

Nothing better...

There is nothing better than waking up in the morning, thinking that you have to go to work, and then realizing that not only is it SUNDAY, but MONDAY is a holiday, and you've got two more days off!!

I love a good 3 day weekend!

23 May, 2009

I'm too tired to think of a title....

Okay, so I've shared this now with Angie and Pam in comments sections, and it's honestly one of the best gifts my grandmother has ever given me (It all went downhill when she started giving me clothes...the notorious 'gypsy' outfit of 1998, and the smelly jewelry box of 2007 both prime examples.), so I had to share it here too.

Since I know that Karen is hardly ever
without a book in her hand, I think that it’s fitting and proper
For her baby to understand
That a book is something to cherish -
A treasure, a pleasure, a joy!
Books can bring hours of fun
To the littlest girl or boy.
So here is a first one for baby -
One that has things to do,
Like pick the fruits and vegetables
And the puppet flowers too.
This is a book for tiny hands
That soon will be able to grab it,
From a Grandma who hopes that loving a book
Is the start of a lifelong habit.

She gave it to me right after I was born, a poem she'd written herself (she wrote for Turtle and Humpty Dumpty magainzes for years and years), and inscribed in her impeccable handwriting on parchment paper that I hope to hang in my own child's room someday. It's about her own love for reading (as evidenced by the fact that the walls of the front room of our cottage are literally lined with books from floor to ceiling. Who needs insulation when you've got thousands of books lining the walls?), my mother's love for reading, and how she hoped it would be transferred to me. Well she couldn't have been more right (just call her Grandma Eight Ball....hmmm...does that have a vaguely drug-related connotation? I'm too tired to figure it out.). I've got two bookshelves in my office, two in my bedroom, and I'm contemplating the need to buy a third for both. I love books, which is partly why I love Angie and Pam's blogs so much! I'm forever reading 3 or 4 books at a time, and my "To Read" stack grows by the minute. My father used to sigh and groan whenever he took me to the bookstore growing up, because I could never manage to resist plopping down on the floor surrounded by a pile of books and skimming through them all, trying to figure out what to buy (but great Dad that he is, he always took me, grabbed an issue of Sports Illustrated, and waited me out!). Back in the days that I still went to Pentwater for the entire month of July (otherwise known as the good ole days!), Mom and I would make a trip to the library where we would both pick out an entire tote bag FULL of books...my usual number was somewhere in the 20+ range. We'd slowly but surely send them back with Dad on the weekends, and when we ran out (as we inevitably did), we'd either borrow from the cottage shelves, or go into the Pentwater Public Library, where my desperate pleas managed to convince the librarian that she should bend the rule about summer people not being issued library cards. I'm 5th generation for goodness sake, you can trust me!

So you could say that Grandmom might have had a bit of "the sight" on this one. I am hardly ever without a book in my hand (As my best friend B can attest, having accompanied me on the school bus every morning where we would bury our faces in books until the bus pulled up at school in the morning.). And truly, I wouldn't have it any other way!

20 May, 2009

And this is why I shouldn't wait to post...

I was waiting for a picture, and in the meantime, making mental notes of things I wanted to post about...which clearly was a bad plan, because I've forgotten 3/4 of the things I wanted to post about, so there's going to be a lot of haphazardness going on here at CW5H2O for the next couple days. So here's the other thing I remembered.

I love the TV show In Plain Sight. It's got great dialogue, witty banter, well-developed characters, and a great storyline. Oh yeah, and in last Sunday's episode, not one, not two, but THREE characters from The West Wing. The main character, Mary Shannon, is played by Mary McCormack, who played Kate Harper on TWW from 2004 - 2006. A recurring character this season is Peter, played by Joshua Malina (swoon!), who played Will Bailey on TWW from 2002 - 2006. And Sunday's episode "Aguna Matatala," featured a character named Sam Garfinkel, played by Richard Schiff, who played Toby Ziegler on TWW from 1999 - 2006.

It's a mini-reunion of some of my favorite characters from my favorite TV show of all time, on one of my new favorite TV shows. Seriously, does it get better than that?

So now, just for fun, and because I'm quote girl, I'm leaving you with some of my favorite quotes from those actors from TWW:

-- Kate: We have a contingency plan to invade Canada???

-- Bryce Lilly: Are you changing the foreign policy section of the inauguration speech?
Will Bailey: Yes.
Bryce Lilly: Dramatically?
Will Bailey: Well I like to think I have a certain flair.

-- Sam: You wrote a concession?
Toby: Of course I wrote a concession. You want to tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thing?
Sam: ...No.
Toby: Then go outside, turn around three times and spit! What the hell's the matter with you?

19 May, 2009

Oh, one more thing!

I'm all super excited about the fact that one of my favorite artists just came out with a new album! :)

99 Times, Manhattan from the Sky, and We the Dreamers are my three favorites. Yay for good music! :)

A couple things....

First, I've been bad about posting the last few days. That's because I wanted to post about my Friday activities, which involved....MEETING TIM GUNN!!

But I couldn't find a scanner to upload my picture as proof, and then I couldn't find my camera (Tony, Tony, look around, something's lost that must be found!!), so I had to take a picture of my picture with my camera phone. So the quality's not so hot, but come on, I met Tim Gunn! And he told me he loved my top, asked me where I got it, and told me that I looked beautiful!

So Friday was fun. C and I met T at Season 52 for martini's and dinner afterwards, and it was nice and relaxing to spend some quality girlie time with my friends.

The weekend was lovely, lots of down time, lots of time spent with my friends, and a nice relaxing weekend overall. Which was nice, because this week has been crazy, and it's only Tuesday. Why do all the crazy people seem to seek me out? I just don't understand it.

But on the plus side, I was informed today that this weekend is Memorial Day Weekend! How did I miss that one? I have a three-day weekend coming up, and absolutely nothing planned. And quite honestly kids, I think I'm kind of thrilled about that. I mean seriously, three whole days to myself, with nothing whatsoever to do? Kind of incredible, right? If I feel up to it, I could wander downstairs and get a pedicure, walk to the beach, laze by the pool, or just catch up on my TiVo. (For whatever reason, I have the last 7 episodes of Heroes on my DVR...I guess I just lost interest half-way through the season. Sad, as this used to be one of my favorite shows! Maybe it got better in the end? I'll just have to watch it and see.)

In other news, I walked out of my apartment this morning and realized...Florida smells funny today. It was the same at my office and at the grocery store. I don't know if it was the incoming storm or what, but I'm serious, Florida smelled funny today! I don't get it....

14 May, 2009

Why? I mean seriously, WHY?

Traffic was moving at a crawl on the expressway this morning...not because of rain, not because of an accident, not even because of excessive sun glinting off windshields (yes, that was a valid reason when I lived in DC). No, in South Florida this morning, traffic was moving at a crawl because of....

....wait for it.....

A rainbow.

That's right, a rainbow. Now I know I sound like a total witch saying this, but seriously? You people have never seen a rainbow before? It's necessary to slow down to 30mph on the expressway to look at a rainbow?

Yes, I'm bitter, jaded and cynical, what're you gonna do about it?

12 May, 2009

More fun times from Mother's Day Weekend

I went shopping with my mom, my aunts and my grandmother this weekend. During the trip, Mom was trying to buy a belt that would go with her pants. They sat a little lower on her waist than most of Mom's usual pants (yay!), and she was having issues with the belt riding up and not staying at her waist. Now I tried to tell her that I didn't think she needed a belt with those pants, that they fit her nicely without one. Clearly this was the wrong thing to say.

Mom began to insist that belt loops on pants or shorts or anything means that wearing a belt is mandatory. We argued about this for almost an hour. Finally, I took to the phone, and sent out a survey to as many of my friends as I could reach.

Does the presence of belt loops make the wearing of a belt mandatory?

C: Heck no!
AM1: No, hahahaha!
M: I vote no guys!
AM2: No, esp if your shirt hangs over your waist, and thus beltline, on your pants. My official answer is no.
SJ: Absolutely not!
J: If your shirt is tucked in, then you should probably wear a belt. But otherwise it's up to the wearer.
SS: No, but I get to wear khakis and polos to work, so....
AW: No!
K: No, I rarely wear a belt with jeans.
B: No.
KW: Nope!
SM: No way, to each their own!
MB: Totally unnecessary.

So for those of you keeping count, that's 12 no's and 1 maybe. Then I asked both my aunts and my grandmother, who ALL responded in the negative. So there you have it kids! 15 no's and one maybe. But since three of the no's came from my super ultra mega proper relatives, I think they should count triple. So 21 no's!


On a completely unrelated note, my best friend is having a really bad day today, so for the sole purpose of making her smile (hey, it always works for me!!), I leave you with this:

11 May, 2009

What Not To Do In A Public Restroom

Fair warning, this post is going to be entirely about bathrooms...

I was out and about today, and stopped into a public restroom to use the facilities...unbeknownst to me at the time, there was a woman in the stall next to me talking on her cell phone. Now as some of you know, that's one of my biggest pet peeves...bathrooms are for bathroom activities, not for talking on your cellphone, but that's my own personal opinion.

So I was trying to mind my own business and get out of there as quickly as possible. I flushed the toilet and stepped out to wash my hands. A few seconds later, Cell Phone Lady steps out of her stall and the following conversation ensues:

Crazy Lady: Well that was rude!
Me: Umm...Are you talking to me?
Crazy Lady: Obviously! Couldn't you tell I was on the phone??
Me: Well, yes....couldn't you tell that that's a bathroom stall, not a phone booth?
Crazy Lady: (pretends not to have heard the last part of my statement) So then common courtesy should dictate that you wait until I'm done with my phone call to flush the toilet! Do you think I want people to know that I'm talking on the phone with them in the bathroom?
Me: Ahhh....well, if you don't want them to know that you're talking on the phone with them in the bathroom, then shouldn't you NOT talk on the phone with them in the bathroom?
Crazy Lady: We're not talking about me here, we're talking about your rudeness!
Me: Uh-huh...okay then, you have a good day now!

Ahh...gotta love crazy South Floridians!

10 May, 2009

Family Weekend

Well, another family weekend has come and gone, and not a single pint of blood was shed. There was no screaming, and all judgment was kept low key and hidden underneath veiled layers of politeness. Just another weekend with Mom's side of the family...

No, in all honesty, it was pretty good. There were a few veiled comments at dinner Friday about how happy my aunt was that we were ALL together like this, but I was able to let the comments and the smug smile roll off my back...I knew I could complain about it here after all! :) For the most part, things went well. My mother's cousin J drove down from Georgia, which was lovely, because I haven't seen him in forever. He cracks me up...the man has the best poker face of any ten people I know. He had the entire family convinced for years that he'd gotten braces for his Irish Setter...of course no one believed him at first, but when someone persists in the same story, told the same way, with the same details, over and over and over and over again, for YEARS, it starts to take on a sheen of truth! So I was always taught, growing up, that I should take everything Cousin J said with a grain of salt...or twelve. So it was fun to see him again and catch up!

Of course on the other side of the coin, this weekend was supposed to be my cousin's wedding, but for reasons I won't get into here, that didn't happen. He and the girlfriend are still dating, but they've decided not to get married. Since everyone in the family still had the plane tickets, and since it was Mother's Day weekend, we decided to all get together anyhow. But apparently no one considered that G's family might have done the same thing. Also, no one bothered to change their hotel reservations from the resort hotel where the wedding was going to be, to somewhere else...so all weekend long, everyone was running into G and her family, which inevitably resulted in tears. Lots and lots of tears. Because even if everything's fine, and even if they're sure that they've made the right decision, and even though they're still together, this was supposed to be their wedding. And obviously there's still a lot of emotion involved there. (Small wonder he didn't come to the "family dinner" Saturday night. I can fault my cousin for a lot of things, but this? Not wanting to be out with people on what was supposed to be his wedding night? No judgment here...it would have been excruciating.) But here's the thing. I didn't even think to ask, because it didn't even occur to me that my family would even CONSIDER staying at the same hotel. Or that they wouldn't somehow clear it with G's family first! Sigh... I just felt so badly when I saw her, because she's an amazing girl, sweet, funny, nice, and so perfect for my cousin I can't even stand it. And she's hurting, and there's nothing I can do. Because anything I would try to do would just make it worse, because he's a part of me, he's my blood...so just seeing me hurts her.

So I'm sorry. I wish things were different.

07 May, 2009

A Clumsy Day

Well like my friend M, over at What Today Looks Like, it appears I'm having a bit of a day. A clumsy day. It started when I got out of bed and tripped over a box that I'd left there the night before...my Amazon.com box, full of all the amazing books I'd ordered and started reading all at once (I'm greedy like that). I should have just gone back to bed then. But no, not C, she's a glutton for punishment!

I got through the morning okay, but the afternoon is when it really took a turn for the worse. I opened a big 'ole heavy door and almost slammed one of my coworkers in the face with it. Oops...sorry B! Then I was walking down the stairs, and I tripped and fell down a flight of stairs. Now by flight, I mean 5 stairs, but still...ouch! A hurt to both the pride and to my wrist, which had the misfortune to break my fall. So now I'm sitting here typing this blog entry one-handed, because I'm pretty sure that I sprained my wrist, so I've been icing it, and wearing one of those support band wrist-thingys (thingy, the technical term). So we'll keep this entry nice and short and hopefully my rudimentary first-aid will have done the trick and I'll be back up and running at full performance by the time my mother's flight gets in tomorrow.

Yay for Mom coming to visit!!

06 May, 2009

I've said it before and I'll say it again

There are times (thankfully few and far between), when I don't like certain members of my family very much. I love them, always love them, and always will, but there are times when I don't like them, or the things they do.

For example: When members of my extended family criticize me and call me selfish for wanting to spend one-on-one time with my mother while she's here visiting me for Mother's Day Weekend, that's going to get under my skin a little. When we're spending Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner with them Saturday, and Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner with them Sunday, I don't think that wanting to treat my mother to dinner Friday night (minus the rest of the extended family) is unreasonable. Especially when I try to compromise and say that we'll do an early dinner just the two of us, and meet up with the rest of the family for coffee and desert at 7:30! I don't think that makes me selfish. I don't think that makes me the "stereotypical only child." I think that if my mother is flying all the way down here from Ohio to see me, that she should get to, ya know, see me.

And I'm sorry, but pulling the death card? "Well you're being really selfish C, because you know your grandparents aren't going to be around forever, and you should take into account the fact that they want to spend time with all three of their daughters together." No, you don't get to do that to me. Yes, I understand that my grandparents are getting older, but they're both still healthy and vital! And if they heard you saying that about them, they would be appalled. And see above re: spending two FULL DAYS WITH THEM!

And in the end, don't go behind my back and tell my mother that you've already made reservations at this incredibly difficult to get into restaurant, and that you had to pull strings, and make her feel guilty for trying to say that she wants to have dinner with her daughter. Don't try to play us off of one another since you know that I won't tell her what you're doing. Because I want my mother to be happy, I don't want her fighting with her family this weekend, so when you out-maneuver me, I'll play along. I'll take my lumps. I'll be the good, well-mannered, well-bred girl. I won't cause a scene.

But I won't forget it. And I'll have learned not to trust you.

But above all...above all else, don't ever tell me that I need to "learn what it means to put family first." I know what it means to put family first. If the hell we've been through over the last two months is any indication, you bet your ass that I know what putting family first is. I put family first all the time...And I do it happily, I do it willingly, and even though I complain about it at times, I would never dream of doing anything else. I love my family. I would do anything for my family.

But I will not let them make me feel guilty about loving my mother and wanting to spend time with her on Mother's Day.

I will not do it.

05 May, 2009

Differences between Ft. Lauderdale and Indianapolis...

Driving to work and talking to A on the phone this morning, we discovered a very important difference between driving to work in S. Florida, and driving to work in Indiana.

In S. Florida, you'll see an older man dressed in a business suit at the stoplight next to you. Then, when you glance back, you'll notice that he's begun stripping off all his clothing...suit jacket, tie, dress shirt, undershirt....I don't even want to know what's going on below the window.

In Indiana, you'll drive to work next to a soccer mom in a powder blue minivan.

In S. Florida, you'll be driving along, minding your own business, when all of a sudden, BOOM!!! Part of the engine in the car in front of you explodes, and the car spins off to the side of the road, where the driver staggers out, to be greeted by the policeman conveniently located right behind him.

In Indiana, you'll drive to work noting the new billboard for the Indiana Art Museum, which is supposed to have a picture of a statue on it, but looks for all the world like a giant hot dog.

Have I mentioned lately that I miss the Midwest?

04 May, 2009

Random Thought of the Day...

I was having a ridiculous day today, and somehow one of my favorite people in the world knew that. I don't know how, but this person always seems to have a sixth sense of when I'm having a crazy day and need a good laugh. As a result, I received the following message at the height of my daily insanity: "Hey C, if you choke a Smurf, what color would he turn?"
Well hun, I don't know the answer to that question, but thanks for making me laugh today, I desperately needed it!

03 May, 2009

The Polynesian Cultural Festival!

Well in addition to Derby Day (a holiday in it's own right in CW5H2O World!), yesterday was also my friend C's hula dancing debut at the Polynesian Cultural Festival! So I dressed up in my Derby finery (which conveniently did double duty for the cultural fest!

It was so much fun to see C and all her classmates dancing on stage at the festival! Afterward, we got to wander around and explore all the tents that were set up for vendors selling jewelry, sarongs, orchids, and miscellaneous home decor.

It was also no small amount hysterical to see the fact that a couple other people at the festival were clearly on their way to Derby parties of their own after they'd had their fill of Poi and the Pupu Platter! Nothing like a Mint Julep to wash down the taste of Poi, right?

So much fun!!

02 May, 2009

Holy Cow!!

Talk about your come from behind wins! Congratulations to the trainer, rider and owners of Mine that Bird...at 50-1 odds going in, no one expected them to do anything, but it's a testament to the fact that ANYTHING can happen at the Kentucky Derby! I love this race!!!

Derby Day!

It's Derby Day Ladies and Gentlemen! The one day a year that CW5H2O gets out her fancy dress and big over the top hat and entertains guests by making mint juleps in classic Derby glasses and watching beautiful horses run around a race track for the most exciting two minutes in sports.

I love Derby Day...my family has always loved Derby Day, in part because one of my ancestors, Colonel Matt Winn, was the man responsible for bringing the Kentucky Derby to Churchill Downs. We've had box seats at the Derby forever, and it's just part of the family history.

I love this day!!

Of course I was exceptionally disappointed to find out this morning that my pick to win, I Want Revenge (Steven Gets Even) had scratched due to an ankle injury. Of course I want to be sure that we don't have another Eight Bells or Barbaro on our hands, so I'm glad the trainers and owners erred on the side of caution, but now I have to pick a new favorite...it's just more fun to have a horse to cheer for as they come around the home stretch! So here are my choices:

West Side Bernie
Musket Man
Mr. Hot Stuff
Hold Me Back
Friesan Fire
Papa Clem
Mine that Bird
Join in the Dance
Regal Ransom
Chocolate Candy
General Quarters
I Want Revenge (scratched)
Atomic Rain
Pioneer of the Nile
Summer Bird
Nowhere to Hide
Desert Party
Flying Private

It looks like Dunkirk, Pioneer of the Nile and Friesan Fire are the new odds on favorites...maybe a Win, Place and Show? Dunkirk is a beautiful horse, but I love the name Friesan Fire (and of course the name is the reason I picked I Want Revenge in the first place, before he was the 3-1 favorite!), and it'd be nice to see a Kentucky horse take home the roses....I just don't know what to do!

Random Book Quote

I finished reading Turn Coat, the latest Jim Butcher book last night. It was great, one of those books I just couldn't put down (as evidenced by the fact that I didn't put it down until I finished it at 2am!). There was a quote towards the end that made me stop though, because you never really expect foreign policy views to come out of a book about wizards kicking each other's butts across invisible islands in Lake Michigan.

"Maybe it's better to look stupid but strong than it is to look smart but weak. I don't know. I'm not sure I want to believe that the world stage bears that strong a resemblance to high school."

Is it too much to hope that smart and strong is still an option? I guess it's part of my job to believe that it is...after all, diplomacy is still alive and well in the world!

01 May, 2009

Happy Cabinet Everybody!

Well it's that time of year again...Kitchen Cabinet Weekend! The weekend that my Dad and all his childhood friends get together every single year and play golf, bocce ball, drink and catch up. They also award the KC Cup, which Dad won last year, so it's been displayed prominently at the CW5H2O Homestead since last May (woo-hoo!). The KC Cup is awarded to the Cabinet member who's answered the most questions correctly on the yearly questionnaire. Questions like: Who will win the 2010 NCAA tournament? What will the collective weight of the Kitchen Cabinet be on meeting night? How many tournaments will Tiger Woods win in the next year? Which KC member will travel the farthest to get to the meeting? What will the price of GE stock be on August 14th, 2010? There are pages and pages and pages of these questions, and one guy is in charge of tracking the answers and tallying up the points this weekend...we'll see who emerges triumphant in 2009!

These guys have been friends since they were in grade school, and they've been getting together this one weekend a year, every year, since the 1960s. It's kind of amazing that no matter what was going on in their lives, no matter where they lived, no matter what, they all manage to come together for this weekend every year. Now obviously they get together other times too, but this is the BIG weekend. The KC wives all get together for dinner and the KC kids (those of us that are ever in town, which is admittedly few) will usually go to a movie, or bowling or something. It was an amazing way to grow up, and I was literally about 10 years old before I realized that these men were not my uncles, and that their children were not my cousins. I cried so hard...

But that was when my father first told me the words that have come to be sort of a mantra for me. He said: "It's okay pal, they may not be blood family, but friends are the family you choose for yourself, and sometimes that's even better." I've seen the way these guys are there for each other through everything...good times and bad, births and deaths, kids' graduations and cancer, and it became not just something that my father told me, but something he's showed me, something he's lived, every single day. And it's become something I try my best to live up to. There's nothing I wouldn't do for my friends. I only hope when I get to be my father's age, that I still have all the friends I love around me.

...B who's been my best friend since she moved in next door when we were 5.
...S, who lived behind us and took part in all our crazy games from wiffle ball to Maniac Mansion, to creating the list of the best neighborhood dads :)
...BB, my best 5H2O friend and possibly my oldest friend in the world
...K and K, the other members of my trio of high school friends who went through hell and back together and came out stronger on the other side
...A and J, my pseudo little brothers
....A, A and M, my best friends from college, and the girls I can go to with any problem or ridiculous story and they always know exactly what I'm talking about.
...L and K, my favorite Ireland friends!
...My DC gang, who've been there for me through thick and thin, seen me at my best and my worst, helped me become a real grown-up and made me realize that no matter what happens, home will always be the people you come back to, every time.
...C and K, my two favorite Florida friends, girls who've made this transition so much easier just by being here.

Wow -- I look at that list and realize that I'm a lucky, lucky girl. So Happy Cabinet Everybody! Hope you're all having a wonderful weekend full of relaxation, family, friends and fun!