tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56043952011-10-04T18:00:19.443-04:00On Soft AfireThe Fiona Blog.
"A little bad taste is like a nice dash of paprika."
(Dorothy Parker)Fionanoreply@blogger.comBlogger921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-31400207583303226042009-09-15T11:54:00.013-04:002009-09-15T20:57:36.024-04:00Well, I didn't take many pictures on my all-too-brief trip back to the States for Melanie's wedding (particularly at the wedding itself, since I figured everyone else with cameras had that covered),but here are a few. Actually this first one, of my dad with a carved watermelon, is stolen from Sarah, but it is so oddly cute I can't resist passing it along: It was a really nice wedding. The first Fionanoreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-64764251331149464052009-08-15T18:43:00.002-04:002009-08-15T18:55:16.224-04:00Susannah a couple of days ago outside playing with the neighborhood dog. Note very cool sneakers. And playing with her monkey-on-her-back thingamajig. We don't attach the leash to it yet, she just likes to play with it and try to buckle the buckles. Well, she likes to buckle ANYthing with buckles. And say buckle. And say monkey. And do anything else having to do with monkeys.And here, ready Fionanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-55784127732252115252009-05-25T06:15:00.004-04:002009-05-25T09:58:22.814-04:00
Saying "ham." Other recent additons to the repertoire: she says Apple for apples and tomatoes, Onion for, of course, onions, Pop for snap crackle and pop (AKA Krispies, still one of her favorite foods), Moo for cows, and she calls the dog who visits us Bobby (her father calls him Bonzer). Her current favorite book: Big Dog, Little Dog by P.D. Eastman. Especially exciting for some reasonFionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-56966653690698353982009-05-13T08:55:00.003-04:002009-05-13T10:06:57.566-04:00Well, in a quick effort to catch up a bit, this is a swan that bit the hell out of Susannah's fingers a few weeks back (about two minutes pre-incident). They may be scenic and all that, but those things are vicious:And then these are from one of those evening trips to the beach on a halfway decent day. M insisted it was "too cold" to take off her shoes and socks for wading, then proceeded to letFionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-86188926519040554582009-04-06T06:45:00.004-04:002009-04-06T07:29:19.971-04:00These were taken maybe a week ago, when the weather was (miraculously) pretty nice. She was slightly alarmed at how the wind had blown over and cracked a lot of the daffodils off at the stem, until she realized that that meant we could take them inside and stick them in a jar of water for her to look at in the kitchen. She likes to point at them and make sniffing noises, pretending to smell them.Fionanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-90034629571310930802009-04-03T11:24:00.003-04:002009-04-03T12:53:37.368-04:00
These are from a few days ago, so she is actually getting better at walking now...
Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-21807994561753399002008-12-05T08:01:00.002-05:002008-12-05T08:16:44.488-05:00Eating a baby ricecake (rather daintily, I think.)
Fionanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-51496651864062879642008-11-17T09:18:00.003-05:002008-11-17T09:44:56.733-05:00 OK, catch-up update on Susannah stuff: She can now clap her hands, wave bye-bye, point at things, and bounce up and down nodding her head to music she likes-- and actually whenever she sees people riding horses on TV. Extremely cute. Actual speaking is still pretty much limited to Da-Da, "coooooooooo" under her breath to mean cool, and the occasional surferish "Whoa" with a bit of a chuckle to Fionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-32722072431464046422008-10-28T12:03:00.005-04:002008-10-28T12:48:16.308-04:00
OK, just a word of warning: this is a very boring video. Even if you are a fully-fledged member of the First Church of Susannah Rocks the Planet, this is, like, pretty boring. It does, however, show her current level of crawling ability, if you're curious. She overwhelmingly prefers the walking while holding hands thing, but this is what she does the rest of the time, when left to her ownFionanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-615156123354414432008-10-16T09:05:00.002-04:002008-10-16T12:20:00.032-04:00Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-55686380996462345732008-10-16T08:24:00.002-04:002008-10-16T08:50:16.315-04:00Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-41572124515076008892008-10-14T12:51:00.003-04:002008-10-16T08:23:35.431-04:00
So her new thing is walking-- OK, walking while being held up, either by her hands or under her arms, but walking. She pretty much wants to do it every waking moment the last few days...Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-27909114940604030122008-10-09T10:09:00.004-04:002008-10-09T11:01:22.655-04:00Video of Susannah laughing and dancing with Daddy. (The music is Jack L-- we are on a big Jack L kick again after seeing him in concert again last weekend. His voice might not be totally mindblowing in recorded form, but it ABSOLUTELY is in person.) But anyway, the baby: he is swinging her around so much in this video, it's hard to see, but she actually does hop up and down and make jumping movesFionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-7978097289310261772008-09-05T07:24:00.003-04:002008-09-05T08:05:26.575-04:00Sitting on the table in the back yard in her new raincoat, laughing about the Three Bears (note three teeth now)... On our bed looking pretty...And down to the beach to dunk her feet in the waves (on the ONE day it hasn't rained in the past six weeks!)Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-90844493096851080082008-08-28T12:54:00.003-04:002008-08-28T13:25:34.344-04:00So, here is the woman herself playing with her favorite ball and some blocks in her room this morning... And as the Banana Bandito (or would that be Bandita?) just having laid waste to a large bowl of mashed banana. She actually licked the tray right after this picture was taken, to get every last possible bit of banana:And just hanging out in one of her beach hats:Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-75951113706396915652008-08-02T12:08:00.003-04:002008-08-02T12:36:57.947-04:00So, latest bunch of Susannah pictures... her father pulling her ears (no, I don't know why either): Really cute cherry outfit: and in this one you CAN see her teeth if you zoom or look closely: Fingers are quite tasty, apparently: You can almost see her neck here, for once: The feet never stop moving these days (and she hates socks): But happily, she no longer hates playing on herFionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-43526472708041652072008-07-10T11:59:00.014-04:002008-07-11T09:18:40.823-04:00Lots of firsts for Susannah in the last two or three weeks: Let's see.. there was first time meeting her aunt Sarah and cousin Alexa from Americafirst TWO teeth (OK, you can't actually see them in this picture, but use your imagination)first time eating solid food (baby rice porridge)first time wearing a white foofy dress for an archaic church ceremony (nice official pictures from the Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-39171568141663759972008-05-30T11:53:00.002-04:002008-05-30T12:03:18.316-04:00 Frown notwithstanding, she LOVES the new backyard swing. And Daddy, of course.First pair of jeans, and the funny little feet sticking out of them:Fionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-70780111030925252062008-05-30T10:36:00.002-04:002008-05-30T11:51:01.625-04:00In her basket again, arm swinging to whack her jingle-bell bug (wearing as a shirt a very cute seersucker thing which apparently was a dress of mine some 33 years ago): And in a sweaterdress which was also mine. (Don't worry, kiddo, knitwear adds a few pounds in photos, you don't have to tell me...) Closeup (no, her eyes are not brown!) And this was apparently my christening dress (didn't know Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-58341768379261022142008-05-10T10:31:00.002-04:002008-05-10T10:35:06.151-04:00Hey-- the cutest and most up-to-date picture didn't upload with the rest of them! Oh, here it is: Susannah in her carseat, all ready for a Sunday drive (in shockingly sunny weather):Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-76033945792014331792008-05-10T10:06:00.004-04:002008-05-14T11:24:46.555-04:00Haven't blogged in a while, and the wonderchild is going to be antsy for a bottle in a minute (though of course she will barely even whine to let me know) so I will just get to it and post some pictures of her. She is, of course, ever more fabulous each day-- hilarious, adorable, smart, and so incredibly well-behaved, we might even be hoodwinked into having another one in a couple of years. Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-9312765559293026782008-04-05T13:10:00.002-04:002008-04-05T13:31:07.049-04:00"Yeah, I know I'm cute...(not to mention almost as bald as my uncle Cormac, these days)."Whacking the hell out of some hanging rattles and things: Going practically insane with energy trying to dance along with "So You Think You Can Dance:" And taking a well-earned nap:Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-50506623452241794702008-03-15T13:59:00.002-04:002008-03-15T14:07:59.461-04:00Well, Susannah is two weeks old now, and in the past few days we have discovered that she goes CRAZY over the big stuffed tiger in her bedroom. She thinks he is a very live and very dangerous animal indeed, and that, furthermore, she is the Gunther Gable Williams of Western Ireland-- i.e. the only soul brave and courageous enough to tame the wild beast. Seriously, it is the funniest thing I've Fionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-79751308110649125562008-03-04T15:26:00.002-05:002008-03-04T16:02:42.347-05:00She may not have name yet, but dagnabbit, my kid is cute!Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-90327495359617788772008-02-05T12:57:00.000-05:002008-02-05T13:20:32.369-05:00Well, some of you guys might want pregnancy updates, since I haven't posted on here in a while (been wasting way too much time on pregnancy- and parenting-related sites) but first of all, I just have to say that I don't care what anyone says, SCIENCE IS COOL and, on balance, I am incredibly happy to be living in modern times. On the other hand, modern technology has also apparently put lots of Fionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-74308014820423061982007-11-29T09:47:00.001-05:002007-11-29T09:47:07.377-05:00Must Reread those Books! Which sci-fi crew would you best fit in with? (pics)created with QuizFarm.com You scored as Heart of Gold (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)You are a light and humorous person. No one can help but to smile to your wit. Now if only the improbability drive would stop turning you into weird stuff. Heart of Gold (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy) 94%Galactica (Battlestar: Fionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-12916942393937611532007-11-24T08:54:00.000-05:002007-11-24T08:55:59.774-05:00I know I'm a nerd, but seriously, I find this game addictive. And FUN! And it's a charity thing, so hey, why not?Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-59313246997732026812007-11-20T10:21:00.000-05:002007-11-20T10:25:06.865-05:00I am tired or something today-- not like in my first trimester when I was actually sleeping all the time, but it seems like, the past week, I just feel BLAH sometimes, kind of sulky and lazy. And occasionally I just start weeping for no reason at all, but two minutes later I'm perfectly normal again. Which is so weird, since I was perfectly cool, calm, and happy all the way through this Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-46791533848037385942007-10-14T08:04:00.000-04:002007-10-14T08:30:48.103-04:00Oh no!!! The Bombay Company is closing! All of them! And just when I'm thisclose to having a house that could REALLY use some quirky reproduction antique furniture in dark hardwood veneers-- AND could actually have afforded to buy it, unlike during the years I worked for them and, despite a sweet 40 to 50 % employee discount, could only dream and drool and foster hatred for the materialism ofFionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-87836642490258702762007-10-06T06:19:00.000-04:002007-10-06T06:39:28.331-04:00This fetus of mine LOVES Journey! Seriously, it's eleven in the morning (wrong time of day, by about twelve hours, for it to be moving), I'm just browsing around online before taking a shower, and I come across the video for what was my most-best-favoritest-song-ever when I was about ten years old, i.e. "Faithfully." Haven't seen it in years. So I click play, and WHOA. This child-to-be has NEVER Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-34661766156772451062007-09-20T05:36:00.000-04:002007-09-20T05:46:04.613-04:00Magic cancer-curing mouse blood! And no, I don't mean that in an exclamatory, "Holy-cancer-curing-mouseblood-Batman!" sense, but in a REAL sense. There are actually mice whose blood cures cancer. Is that cool or what? Can you imagine being one of those cancer-resistant mice, or even cooler, a cancer-resistant human? Of course, maybe it wouldn't be so great to be one of the magic-blooded onesFionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-92164722676321488562007-09-08T07:14:00.000-04:002007-09-08T07:19:57.387-04:00Just got this article from my mom about some of the problems caused by 98% of the schools in Ireland being Catholic schools. The same topic was on the news again last night, actually, because schools have just started again for the year. They were highlighting this ONE community (almost alone in the entire country), a brand new town called Adamstown outside Dublin, where they have a choice of Fionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-18580101162503871722007-09-02T16:39:00.000-04:002007-09-02T16:44:19.324-04:00Am I psyched or what? One of my favorite books is being filmed starring one of my favorite actors! Wait, make that THREE of my favorite actors! (I love Liev Schrieber and John Leguizamo, too.) Release date for Ireland, anyone? Helloooooooooo?Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-22884097814718397352007-08-25T22:06:00.000-04:002007-08-25T22:18:12.040-04:00So... PREGNANT. I am. Yup. I, who always said not only never, but HELL NO, NO-WAY-NO-HOW, NEVER, have changed my mind and gone and gotten knocked up. On purpose, even. So there you have it. Thus far my due date is supposedly February 20th, since I am exactly 15 weeks pregnant as of today, but judging by when I believe the deed was actually done (or, as Brother #1 put it, the day the demon seed Fionanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-11710502996468835782007-06-20T17:44:00.000-04:002007-06-20T17:49:35.796-04:00A printed page-- by which I mean an actual page of paper with something printed on it, not a web page-- is really, really relaxing on the eyes after being online for too long. And I've been online way too long right now. I think I'm online too much in general. But definitely today. So I guess I owe a big thank you to Rufus Wainwright for including printed lyrics in his CD booklet and thereby Fionanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-53705102342071909882007-06-20T16:56:00.000-04:002007-06-20T17:01:28.791-04:00What's with the matching family haircuts now? GOD, I just can't stop being bothered by those people. Still so weird... I mean, doesn't this just look like how you'd react if some really, really creepy guy were trying to kiss your baby, and you didn't want him to, but you were sort of socially obligated, or perhaps contractually obligated, to let him?Fionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-53170078969312459592007-06-19T05:17:00.000-04:002007-06-19T05:25:49.047-04:00If you like ridiculous pop culture stuff, funny little kids, and Johnny Depp, this is for you. I think he reacted quite sweetly, and I don't understand why someone commenting on Youtube thought he sounded British. (Unlike, say, Madonna for instance, I think Johnny Depp sounds exactly the same as he has ever sounded, which, considering how long he has lived in Europe, is probably quite Fionanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-51791640411225080282007-05-19T09:40:00.000-04:002007-06-19T05:28:14.273-04:00Things I experienced this week: Wind that blows you sideways, jalapenos so delicious you can’t keep yourself from slurping them down despite certain digestive after-effects, and three workouts at one of those women’s circuit training places, the design of which apparently not only cripples my knees, but brings out every last bit and bucketful of rage I ever sublimated during ten or so frowning, Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-21945223674478562512007-04-13T18:23:00.000-04:002007-04-13T18:56:47.744-04:00Oh my God. This house-building/decorating decision-making thing is getting out of hand. There are simply too many things we (or, mainly, I) have to choose. I am not sure if this thing I'm trying to contain is a horrible nervousness or some form of excitement. Yesterday we went to see the joinery guy (i.e. staircase, door, and wood trim guy) and a major thing happened. Up until the minute Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-72038809921052522852007-03-13T15:53:00.000-04:002007-03-13T15:55:27.202-04:00So, newest conundrum in relation to the house-to-be: We have to decide right quick (well, within the next couple of weeks, anyway) whether we want oil, gas, or wood-pellet burning apparatus installed in the new house, for home heating and hot water. The Irish government is really trying to promote sustainable fuels, so you get part of the price of the system back in federal grant money. My friendFionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-10024478431205801892007-02-15T09:17:00.000-05:002007-02-15T09:20:13.728-05:00Whoo hoo!!! Rudy is running! A pro-choice, pro-gay-rights Republican! I voted him in as mayor when I was eighteen, you know. (Yup, me all by myself.) Everybody fire up "Rudy Cant Fail" on your iTunes, now! Yes, even you! Oh, come on; you know it's a great song anyway.(P.S. Until he says something that pisses me off, then I might just have to switch to Obama.)Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1164554076853138952006-11-26T09:30:00.000-05:002006-11-26T14:31:16.306-05:00Ok, sorry to rant and rave like I’m thirteen again and after seeing my first New Kids on the Block concert or some shit, but I just have to do this: M and I went to the most AWESOME concert last night: Jack L. He has this big huge deep voice, a bit like that of Eddie Vedder from Pearl Jam, (if you can imagine Eddie Vedder doing big old hand-clapping singalongs and cool cabaret-style stuff and Fionanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1156195850904442792006-08-21T17:30:00.000-04:002006-08-21T17:30:50.913-04:00Hmm...Fionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1155920230190149672006-08-18T12:56:00.000-04:002006-08-18T12:57:10.200-04:00Huh?Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1155650951815791962006-08-15T10:05:00.000-04:002006-08-15T10:30:18.010-04:00I suppose some people might think this morbid, but I find it extremely intriguing, and it actually fills me with optimism. Puts things in perspective, I guess. It’s a calculation of the odds of dying from various causes or events. I know my mother will be happy to see that a person is more than eighty-one times more likely to die from the ostensibly innocuous act of “falling down” than from an Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1155409578091907892006-08-12T15:00:00.000-04:002006-08-15T10:31:52.660-04:00A TV talent-show about choosing someone to play Maria in The Sound of Music. Sheer, utter genius. Only problem is, it doesn't seem possible to vote from here in Ireland, and I will absolutely cry if the Romanian woman, Simona, is kicked off, because she is so overwhelmingly deserving of winning the whole thing, but apparently everyone (including the judges) HATES her because she has an accent.Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1154787506731900492006-08-05T10:15:00.000-04:002006-08-05T10:22:00.246-04:00Awwwwwww: Johnny Depp speaking French; how CUTE! (If you had loads and loads of time on your hands, wouldn't it totally rock to superimpose your own face onto the face of the girl all the way through this clip?) Right, who's gonna be the first one to do so? Ready, set, GO!P.S. Happy vacationing, American family! Eat some bubble-gum flavored ice cream and jump off the railings into the sand for Fionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1153486501122714992006-07-21T08:18:00.000-04:002006-07-21T08:55:01.176-04:00Disturbing Newsflash: Fi is AVERAGE.I just heard in some CNN fluff report (about the skinniness of Hollywood actresses) that the average American female is 5 foot 4 inches and 144 lbs. That means that I am precisely, to the inch and to the pound, AVERAGE. And it's not just a weight that I happen to be today, it's the weight I am, pretty much always. 144 is the weight that my body just LIKES, Fionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1151766463947462312006-07-01T11:06:00.000-04:002006-07-01T11:11:13.280-04:00Hey, guess what? I finally got a letter from NYU saying I no longer owe them any money! Seriously, not a cent! Whoo hoo! Mind you, they seem to have MISPLACED my promissory notes, so they cant give me anything better than the letter with which to PROVE that I no longer owe them any money. Shady bastards… Kinda like that time they lost the paperwork for my AmeriCorps grant, then claimed they neverFionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1144507605860143402006-04-08T09:54:00.000-04:002006-04-08T10:46:45.916-04:00Happy Vegas Wedding Day, Lorraine and Michael!!!!! (You better go through with it, now that you've told us all about it!)Fionanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1143135355835718602006-03-23T11:52:00.000-05:002006-03-23T12:35:55.906-05:00Well, hi there folks, I am back at long last. (You were holding your breath, I know.) There is no way to really just whip through the last couple of months life-wise for catch-up purposes, but of course I will try anyway: OK, there were about four more Christmas/New Years parties after we swore to have no more parties, gatherings, get-togethers, or even visitors, ever. Then we went to Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1135048138311952722005-12-19T21:59:00.000-05:002005-12-19T22:08:58.326-05:00I actually can’t sleep right now, even though physically I’m desperate for sleep, and the reason I can’t might surprise you. I seem to have suddenly become the one friend on Friends whose main character trait has never been even remotely involved in the makeup of my personality: Monica. That’s right, I actually can’t sleep because my house is too dirty. It’s bothering me. It’s really, really Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1130938945274727202005-11-02T08:02:00.000-05:002005-11-02T08:55:13.946-05:00I have a car again! A small, bubble-shaped dark blue car again, at that! Yes, while the intense love affair I had with my dear "indigo ink pearl" 2001 Echo can never be recaptured with another vehicle, I have at last begun again with a Nissan Micra, which despite being a 1999 model, miraculously has fewer miles on it than my Echo had after its first year of life. On top of which... (a hush fell Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1130419661761453922005-10-27T09:13:00.000-04:002005-11-02T07:58:46.726-05:00Oh, yay, the White Sox won. I should probably put an exclamation point on that, since I truly don't mean it to sound sarcastic, but I'm not honestly experiencing exclamation-point-level enthusiam, and you know how I always like to be honest. Not quite the same as last year, obviously, but good for them. Another curse broken. Which reminds me, Eight Men Out is one of the only John Cusack movies I Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1127736740845519792005-09-26T08:11:00.000-04:002005-09-26T08:12:20.846-04:00Loud rainstorm outside, the lingerings of an autumn headcold, and the taste and smell of coffee that's far too weak despite sitting in a pot thickening for a day: the precise combination of these three fairly common ingredients must be all that's left of a certain memory. So this morning, when its time finally came, when this memory was finally called upon, like a hopeful "Price is Right" Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1126958877504484972005-09-17T07:58:00.000-04:002005-09-17T08:07:58.306-04:00Oh, MAN. No way to reproduce in type the way I just laughed. Cormac's results with this experiment were funnier than his friend's, but dare I say, mine are even better. Kinda tells you what impression people globally have of your first name. Type "[your first name] is" into Google and watch the results. Here are mine results, in the order they appeared. Can you imagine what I might find if Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1126532512688504182005-09-12T09:39:00.000-04:002005-09-14T08:50:05.223-04:00It is pretty much undeniably autumn, which around here means it’s not quite time to bother putting the central heating on in the house, and yet the air in my bedroom is actually FREEZING by the time of night that I finally give up the fight (to stay awake, that is) and reach outside the covers to turn off either the TV or the reading light, and collapse. Autumn also means, however, things slow Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1125110192653518272005-08-26T22:23:00.000-04:002005-08-26T22:41:43.593-04:00Home again, home again-- not quite jiggety-jig, since Aer Lingus lost all three of our checked bags, and still, as far as I know, not located them (grrr)-- but close enough, since we are still rather honeymoonish, and will hopefully not have to go back to work fulltime until sometime Monday. Can't write much at the moment since I need quite a bit more sleep, but just wanted to say a huge THANK Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1123675302603972262005-08-10T07:36:00.000-04:002005-08-10T08:01:42.610-04:00Right. So now that my wedding is, uhh... about nine days away, I suppose I really should write something about it, shouldn't I? Hmm. Well, let's see: I went to the seamstress this morning and my dress not only needs hemming, which I knew, but needs lots and lots of other stuff done to it, since I have apparently lost some weight since I bought it a year ago. And the woman who is going to do Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1118750939699207712005-06-14T07:39:00.000-04:002005-06-14T08:08:59.706-04:00iTunes are some sneaky little bastards. Have you noticed that they sometimes misspell song titles on compilations to confuse you into thinking you have to buy the entire album in order to get that one song that you want? But never fear; I am too clever for their little rogue maneuvers. It took an extra click or two, but I managed to find that one really cool Joe Strummer song from the Mr. and Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1113314331646743702005-04-12T09:57:00.000-04:002005-04-12T09:58:51.646-04:00Well, I will apologize in advance to those of you (and you know who you are, Brother #1) who find my discussions of small relationship issues tedious and saccharine, but not all of us have been married for SEVENTEEN YEARS, YOU OLD FOGIE!!!! This is still foreign territory to me; in fact, it's a veritable JUNGLE of lions and tigers and bears-oh my to a formerly committed singleton like myself. So Fionanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1113186434185273532005-04-10T21:26:00.000-04:002005-04-10T22:27:14.186-04:00Hmm. Some Marilyn-Monroe-bleached blonde little girly in a miniskirt, heels and bare legs (in really-not-quite-miniskirt-weather-yet weather) tottered up to my boyfriend's open jeep window this afternoon, TOUCHED HIS HAIR, and said she really liked the look he has going on these days. I was in the passenger seat of said jeep at the time. And I do believe, now that I think about it, that I had Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1112141228300298172005-03-29T18:59:00.000-05:002005-03-29T21:01:13.136-05:00Sigh... My man is in the hospital for the second night in a row. (Hernia operation: he had it today. He is fine, but all groggy on drugs.) Very, very weird to be in this house at midnight and not have him somewhere in it, yelling from the livingroom, or banging on the upstairs floor, or ringing my mobile to ask when I will get off the computer and come to bed. Actually, these are the first two Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1111929883253007092005-03-27T08:03:00.000-05:002005-03-29T20:59:12.036-05:00There is a garish red and yellow Lucozade fridge in the formerly adorable diningroom end of my kitchen/diningroom. There's also a bulky, industrial-type steel meat slicer somewhere terrifyingly close by. It was in the middle of the hallway, where I had to hold my breath and edge around it on my way to and from the kitchen, but I think M found a way to hide it in the broomcloset for now, bless himFionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1109431325452044882005-02-26T09:57:00.000-05:002005-03-31T13:59:02.400-05:00DAY-um, it's been a long time since I wrote in here. In fact-- Jeez, I really would have sworn it hadn't been THAT long... Well, then, how ya been? This is how I've been, give or take (mostly take) a few things which can't be mentioned in a public forum:In general, I have been increasingly-- and then decreasingly, and then increasingly (often, but not always, in direct proportion to hormone Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1098355153712551532004-10-21T06:37:00.000-04:002004-10-21T06:39:13.713-04:00eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!
OK, there is no way to adequately capture in lettering the sound of the screech I just let out -- which was actually puncuated by silences where it warbled into the area of those soundwaves that only dogs can hear. The Red Sox won, people! And I was dead Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1097003008783920972004-10-05T15:02:00.000-04:002004-10-05T15:03:28.783-04:00How are those poetry reviews coming, people? Huh? Huh?
Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1096669161648836942004-10-01T18:14:00.000-04:002004-10-01T18:19:21.646-04:00Well, everything is running pretty smoothly with the petrol station as of today. Plus this girl Ciara who we have working there sometimes now seems pretty cool and trustworthy (she is kind of like a family friend of his; the daughter of a good friend of his, actually), so Micheal let her close up the shop with him last night and open it this morning, which meant I had from yesterday at 4PM til Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1096413397030339082004-09-28T19:00:00.000-04:002004-09-28T19:16:37.030-04:00OK, this is going to be a big ol' sloppy post patched together from stuff I've written to people in quick emails here and there before falling into a dead sleep for a few hours every night due to the total exhaustion I have experienced since before we opened the shop Friday. So. Yes, we opened Friday morning. Yes, the computer/register-ish thing which controls the petrol and diesel pumps (Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1089469918776382792004-07-05T10:30:00.000-04:002004-07-10T10:42:21.200-04:00So I'm almost done writing all these portfolio things; I'm just still working a little more on the one for "Creative Writing: Essay." Annoying thing is, the course description Im supposed to be following named off all these reknowned essayists, so I had to go read a bunch of their stuff and then comment on them in the opening narrative of my portfolio. One of them was Thoreau, and I was so Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1086339798251603982004-06-04T04:59:00.000-04:002004-06-04T05:03:18.250-04:00Battling Turnip
The other day, I attempted for the second time in my life to cook a turnip, which for the second time in my life, did not go well.
See, M's sister T (differentiated from his sisters C and F-- oh yeah, and there's a sister M, too, now that I think of it) made a nice dinner last week with some really fabulous turnips as a side dish. Out of true curiosity, not mere politeness, I Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1078779206777810092004-03-05T15:52:00.000-05:002004-03-08T15:55:40.530-05:00Perhaps this is a question that many women have to ask themselves at some point. Perhaps I’m even one of the latest of the late to the party on this topic, but nonetheless, the question has presented itself to me quite suddenly, and is no less terrifying for its commonness: At what point did I officially become Carrie Bradshaw?
Seriously. I realize that the final step in the journey was whenFionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1071458835580015792003-12-14T22:27:00.000-05:002003-12-15T03:14:15.903-05:00Hello, my peoples. Well, my GRE ordeal is over, for good or for ill. (Won't know about my score for a while.) So now I'm basically back to myself, and moving on to the next project, which is preparations for my big move on the 27th. And in the meantime, CHRISTMAS! Here, for no reason whatsoever, is my list of my favorite Christmas songs that make me crank up the volume on the radio this timeFionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1070643265261515222003-12-05T11:54:00.000-05:002003-12-05T12:04:57.263-05:00Yee hah yippee, it's time for more fluff-induced whining from Fiona! Ya ready? OK, then! Issue A: I have not been studying nearly enough for either of the two exams I have to take within the next eight days. (Which is no one's fault but my own but frustrates me more than something that's in someone else's control, if that makes any sense.) Issue B: I have not yet begun to pack up/throw outFionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1070640826222600542003-11-17T19:30:00.000-05:002003-12-05T11:14:26.796-05:00(At least I think that's the date I originally tried to post this.)I apologize in advance for all this, but I absolutely must post something about the main source of my current frustration. Yes, there is somewhat of a point to the following if you read closely. OK, not MUCH of a point, granted, but I just want someone out there to think, “Damn, that IS a pretty odd/insane/maddening way to run Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1067286157007827062003-10-27T15:22:00.000-05:002003-10-27T15:25:28.173-05:00So I hope the milk I'm drinking in my coffee right now is not rotten and stinky. Hard to tell when you have a cold that prohibits even the faintest olfactory functioning. I would kinda think that the milk would be at least somewhat spoiled by now, since I was away from the dungeon for a few days, and my fridge is almost as moody as I am. It didn't look chunky when I poured it, though, and as Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1066367084525578922003-10-17T01:04:00.000-04:002003-10-17T01:04:44.623-04:00Oh, for God's sakes. Those idiots even cry when they win.
GO MARLINS! Whoo-hoo, Pudge!Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1066284228906852842003-10-15T23:59:00.000-04:002003-10-16T02:21:52.280-04:00Heh, heh, heh. I saw tears in Yankee eyes tonight. (Don't even try, Brother #2 or any other post-season enemies, to tell me you didn't see at least Petit welling up.) That's actually the most hilarious thing about watching them lose. They really never expect it. Overconfidence has been so instilled in them for so long, they suddenly become blubbering little boys ready to run back to the Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1065671162572031872003-10-08T23:46:00.000-04:002003-10-08T23:46:02.046-04:00I ADORE the sight of broken, wounded Yankees.
(Hey, can I take my cowboy hat off now, or does it have to stay on all week?)Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1065324707904112312003-10-04T23:31:00.000-04:002003-10-04T23:31:47.566-04:00Yup, I'm officially in love with Trot Nixon right now. MmmmmmWAH! Love you Trot! Love you!Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1065318822833933142003-10-04T21:53:00.000-04:002003-10-04T21:53:43.016-04:00So just when I was starting to think that there was actually a sort of quaint, hokey charm to listening to the Red Sox's possible (I said POSSIBLE, not inevitable; shut up) last game of the post-season on AM radio (since my broke ass has no cable and I'm in no shape for sportsbars this evening), suddenly all these outlandishly wacky plays start happening, with like three or four unheard-of crazyFionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1064101844704327762003-09-20T19:31:00.000-04:002003-10-04T21:39:06.356-04:00Well, it seems I have a blog backlog (backblog?) of sorts going on in my MS Word. I wrote things, never signed on to post them for one reason or another, etc... The main reason, I suppose, would be Stephanie, my friend Stephanie from New York who died one week ago today. I did actually post something Sunday night about it, but removed it the next day when I realized it might sound a bit Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1062438695579123032003-09-01T13:51:00.000-04:002003-09-01T14:13:11.686-04:00Well, I’ve had to stop doing the dishes for a while because it makes my legs itch like a mofo. This phenomenon, itching legs as a result of dishwashing, is a lifelong affliction of mine, as some of you may recall from the days on good old Amity Street, when I would whine incessantly for the hour or so it took me to do the dishes in our bathtub-sized porcelain sink. (To absolute spasms of Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1061953862530333312003-08-26T23:11:00.000-04:002003-09-01T14:25:02.013-04:00So, I guess Starsailor is good enough blogging background music. Or is it? Hmm... Yeah, whatever; I still have a yucky third-or-so of a migraine and there's no way I'm getting back up to change the CD now. Movement no good for migrainy head and stomach. Damn and blast whatever mysterious airborne or cosmetic-dwelling chemical caused it this time! Ooh-- for a second there I felt like I Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1061341757556755562003-08-19T21:09:00.000-04:002003-08-19T21:11:29.633-04:00Very soon I will write something in here, or on a piece of recycled paper at work when I'm supposed to be filing something, or on one of the dirty Wendy's napkins wadded up on the backseat floor of my Echo while I'm stuck in traffic, and it will be something big. Maybe not big to everyone, but gargantuan to me. Something unusual. No idea what it will be, but I can feel it coming.
But for the Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1061065333537425322003-08-16T16:22:00.000-04:002003-08-16T16:22:13.560-04:00I don't know what the deal is with Blogger and me. It's a tempestuous relationship. Blogger sometimes refuses to post my stuff. At least that's how I choose to see it. (No, it is NOT my fault. No, I DIDN'T hit the wrong keys and erase my stuff, or open up all kinds of audio and video files on other sites that crashed the computer before I got a chance to publish-- Oh, fine, allright, I did.Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1060401698883231922003-08-09T00:01:00.000-04:002003-08-09T00:01:38.900-04:00So, I'm housesitting, which is not so much a double-edged sword as it is a multi-multi-multi-sided weapon. Kinda like a mace, maybe. (Not mace, the self-defense spray, but A mace, you know, the big heavy spiked metal ball hanging off a big heavy stick by a big chunky chain? I picked up one of those suckers at the New York Ren Faire last year, and lemme tellya, t'ain't no joke. Or, t'weren't Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1059791519954030532003-08-01T22:31:00.000-04:002003-08-02T16:24:57.890-04:00THREE IMPORTANT POINTS FROM TODAY
#1: Poison ivy sucks. And it’s ugly. And I can’t stop scratching it. And it’s really, really ugly.
#2: After way too long on WebMD.com, I know virtually nothing new about poison ivy, oak, or sumac, but now believe I either currently have, or have had at some prior date every last mental disorder described on the site, if not every last one listed in the Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1059232653189405362003-07-26T11:17:00.000-04:002003-12-05T11:19:04.530-05:00Announcement: "Big Exciting Prize" Claimed! I realize I haven't even told too many of you about this blog yet, other than by posting it on my old one, but I regret to inform you that the introductory contest has ended, as my lovely internet-addicted mother was the first to email the following:
"It's [name omitted cuz...oh, damn, but then again, I'm saying that those are the letters of it; hmm..Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1058911379139994942003-07-22T18:02:00.000-04:002003-07-22T18:05:07.790-04:00And my latest movie reviews, encapsulated~~~ 1. Finding Nemo: nothing more and nothing less than an extremely cute and well-made kids' movie. ~~~2. Charlie's Angels Full Throttle: FUN! Love Lucy Liu! (Although I fear she may in real life, have no sense of humor whatsoever. Which bothers me. So I will put it out of my mind, and concentrate on my small bitterness at the fact that Cameron Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1058910126257017632003-07-22T17:42:00.000-04:002003-07-22T18:09:47.880-04:00Old crap from AOL page, just in case you missed it:
7/21/03: RRRRRRRRRRRRR, uncertainty sucks. I think I'm getting rid of AOL in favor of Juno cuz it's cheaper and I am so, so broke, as always. I'm also due to start a new temp assignment this week, about which I know absolutely nothing but the location and whom to ask for when I get there. In any case, you can now email me at [HEY, YOU SAW Fionanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604395.post-1058896612729679032003-07-22T13:56:00.000-04:002003-07-22T13:56:52.596-04:00Whoo-hoo, new big blank piece of paper to scribble on!!! Thanks to Brother #2 (chronologically, that is) for the idea. No idea how to do this yet, but here goes...Fionanoreply@blogger.com0