20 Minutes, Door to Door, No One Sings

“20 minutes, Door to Door, No One Sings” was my one requirement for our wedding ceremony. In retrospect, this is a little too bad, because I do enjoy some good music (also too bad: I forgot to pick ANY music for the ceremony itself, prompting Mike’s ex wife to shuffle through her iPod frantically looking for an instrumental and plugging it in literally as my dad and I walked into the building) (Thanks Kristen!) (For those who are new here: yes, she was there. Her boyfriend’s band was our wedding band. It was lovely to have her and him involved, especially so they could be a part of Sammy being a part of our wedding. I married into a family, y’all.) (I over-explain this too much, always.) 

Anyway! 20 minutes, door to door, no one sings! That makes it sound like I didn’t CARE about the wedding ceremony, which is…maybe true, but also not accurate. I did care, and I loved our ceremony. My godfather was the officiant, the readings were meaningful to me, and I loved loved loved our vows. (Speaking of readings: DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO PICK READINGS FOR A SECOND WEDDING? Considering most wedding readings come down on the side of “one true love for every one person, forever and ever” and, well. That’s a little AWKWARD. There are VERY FEW sentimental wedding appropriate readings that go something like “well, people find each other when they need to, and isn’t that lucky, and in no way invalidates that love that was once shared by two people who had a child together but then decided to mutually go their separate ways”, ya know?

I have completely lost the plot of this entry, which was not intended to be about our wedding ceremony (recap: I dug it) or the wedding itself (recap: I also dug THAT). It’s that today is our anniversary, and I’ve been musing about our wedding.

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This weekend we test drove a Tesla. It’s an all electric sports car, and one of the only showrooms is in the mall by our house, and Mike’s a car geek and a pilot and likes things that go vroooom (even though, ironically, because it’s electric, it does not go vrooom.) Not because we have any intention of ordering a Tesla (do I need to clarify that we’re not buying a $90,000 car? Internet: we are not buying a $90,000 car), but because it’s cool, it was there, and it’s nice to dream. And so for our anniversary, I got Mike a Telsa t-shirt, as just a little hat tip to him, and to us, and how much fun we have together future planning and dreaming and living our lives. 

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Speaking of living our lives: 

Looks like we’ve done gone and fucked it up. Or made it more awesome. Possibly – probably – both. 

Littlest Teubner, coming at the end of the year. Later than we ever planned, but also entirely too soon. 

 

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Edgy Headlines

A while back, there was a hashtag floating around twitter: #edgyheadlines. A few excerpts: 

• Kate Harding@KateHarding ICYMI: Are men fit to lead? Can men have it all? Are men too competitive with each other? Are men their own worst enemies?#edgyheadlines

• Rebecca Watson@rebeccawatson Kim Jong Un Threatens US; Are Men Just Too Emotional for Leadership? #edgyheadlines

• Alyson Miers@alysonmiers Kids Getting Fat Because Fathers Not Cooking Meals#edgyheadlines

• Rebecca Watson@rebeccawatson Lego Introduces Blue Bricks, so Boys Can Join in on the Fun#edgyheadlines

They’re funny right? I mean, it really is. I laughed till I choked when I read “Single Men: They’re buying homes and working at jobs. But are they happy?” Because, I mean, come on: it’s hilarious. I have absolutely read a variation on the “Single women buying homes BUT ARE THEY REALLY HAPPY?”. This is not out of left field.

And then, just today – like, five whole minutes ago – I read an article on the Forbes website titled: “The Breadwinner Complex: Are Women Apologizing for Earning More Than Their Husbands?”

That’s a real article that someone pitched, researched and wrote and was published on a reputable media site. I’m not really laughing anymore. Not just because the question had to be asked, but because apparently this is a thing. There’s an idea floating around that if you make more money than your husband, that’s odd and weird and maybe you should be a little bit humble about it.

Here’s the response women should have for being the main breadwinner: You’re welcome. That’s what I’d expect any man to say who was supporting his family: you’re welcome for contributing. It is my pleasure.

Edgy headlines indeed. 

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All Good Things

The problem with books is that when you’re (I’m) into a really good one, you don’t want to do anything else. I don’t want to watch TV or go to work or talk to my spouse, I just want to stay in that world and readreadread until I’ve devoured it. Frankly, it kind of ruins my life, a little bit, loving a good book. Everything goes on hold until I’m done. I once ran to a Borders after work to buy the last book in series and started reading it at STOPLIGHTS ON THE WAY HOME. You know that Kerouac quote that every high schooler way over-identifies with, the “the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars”? That’s how I feel when I’m knee deep in a good story – my mind feels like it’s tripping over the words on a page, candles exploding across my brain, mad mad mad, incapable of reading quickly enough to satisfy.

Which is my lead in to say: dude, the last Sookie Stackhouse book is out.

Ok, LOOK. I didn’t say I burn burn burn for good books. Just a good story. And say what you want: the Stackhouse books? Are a great story.

It’s a funny thing about the series: these books are not good, except for how they are so, so good. The elements of ridiculous are so extreme (telepathy? Vampires organized by kings and queens? The clothing descriptions??) but the world Harris created feels almost ordinary. Commonplace.

I started reading them after watching the first season of True Blood (which is based on the books.) I loved that show and wanted more, immediately, so went and picked up the first book. And then the second. And then all of them. The TV show, in some ways, is better, but Sookie as a character in the books? Man, she is the tops. I’d say the first two books in the series are weak, the awesomeness really picks up in book three, and the party just rolls through books four and five, things get weird around book six, but the joy ride continues through till book 8ish. The last book just came out and I’m glad it’s the last one – it’s time to wrap this party up, all good things must come to an end and all that – but man, I wish I could back and relive the experience of reading these books for the first time. I was almost literally clapping with enjoyment while reading them, and I’m not even misusing the world “literally.”

If I had to pick the thing I loved best about these books, it would have to be the voice of the main character  Sookie. Her inner monologue is so dead-on and realistic that you can really pretty much skate through the fact that she’s a telepathic barmaid in a world where vampires and werewolves and fairies are real things. Book-Sookie (who far superior to TV Show- Sookie) reacts to situations exactly the way you would react, I mean, what would you think when being threatened by a vampire overload?

“I could torture you until you told me the truth, or until I believed you had been telling me the truth from the beginning.”

Oh, brother. I took a deep breath, blew it out, and tried to think of an appropriate prayer. God, don’t let me scream too loud seemed kind of weak and negative.

 Or her thoughts after responding to being asked what size clothing she wears:

What size dress do you wear, Sookie?

“An eight.’”

(Sometimes more like a ten. But then again, once in a blue moon, a six, okay?)

 No worries, Sook. It’s cool. We’ve all been there.

I’ll miss Sookie Stackhouse – the way she is written, she feels like a friend. Charlaine Harris does such an incredible job bring the world of Bon Temps alive and making it seem relatable, ordinary – no small act of magic considering the subject matter. What a wonderful treat, to have read these books. Cheers to you, my fellow fans. Enjoy the latest – and last – book in this series. I know I will.

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InnerTeub’s Happy Memory of the Day, Take 2

My friend informs me I haven’t been blogging enough. Which is fair, but every time I sit down to update this here page it starts looking something “grumble grumble work grumble grumble yes my carry-on bag DOES fit in the overhead grumble grumble weather” 

Fascinating stuff, I tell you.

In the absence actually news or interesting content, let’s revisit “InnerTeub’s Happy Memory of the Day” (take one here) with two random and completely unrelated memories:

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A few years ago, I was riding my bike in DC, and decided to drop in on my aunt and uncle, who lived on the bike route (For those who are familiar with the area, I was riding from Cap Hill to Rock Creek Park, and the family in question lives just off Rock Creek.) I’m close with my aunt and uncle, but hadn’t actually seen them for a few months – life, you know – so it seemed like just as good a time as any to pop by and be all “hey man, how’s it going.”

Upon arriving at their house, I unclipped from my bike cleats, picked my bike up, clip-clopped up their front stairs, and rang the bell. Almost instantaneously, the front door swung open, and my uncle goes “Oh good, you’re here. Let’s go.”

He hustled me (and my bike) inside the house, handed me car keys and a carry-on bag, and then pushed me out the door to his car. Apparently he was running late for his train and needed a ride to Union Station, which I proceeded to give him. (After dropping him off, I drove back to his house, grabbed my bike, and cycled home.) This whole thing was HIGHLY WEIRD, especially considering he had NO IDEA I’d be stopping by that day, let alone in just enough time to chauffeur him to the train station. I inquired about this while we were driving, and we had the following conversation:

 “Uncle John, not that I’m not happy to be giving you a ride, but… what were you going to do if I [completely randomly] hadn’t shown up?”

 “Oh”, he said, “Things always seem to work out, one way or another”

And that, my friends, is the best example I can give you for what it is like to try to make plans with my family. Plans? Eh, no need. Things always seem to work out.

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Once, in college, my professor responded to a student’s question with “You know, when I hear a question like that, I think to myself: “There’s someone who is getting a C- minus on the midterm”

To this day, that remains the best response to a stupid question I have ever heard.

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