Thursday, December 28, 2006

And a Partridge in a Pear Tree



Contents of my fridge, post-Christmas Party:

1 magnum bottle champagne, 3/4 full, has been open for 5 days; thus, likely flat
1 bottle Reisling, 1/2 full, still drinkable :)
1 bottle Lauderdale Cellars Red Cyn (yes, folks, that's Lauderdale County, Tennessee. As in Ripley. They have a winery. Indeed.)
1 liter Bacardi rum
3 Coors Lights (bottles, not cans)
1 quart Egg Nog
3 pints Half & Half
1 obligatory can Redi Whip
1 fridge pack Diet Coke
1 fridge pack Coke (I'm sticking to the diets for now. I don't know what will happen when they're all gone. You may find me sprawled out in the kitchen floor in a diabetic coma, surrounded by 6 cans of full-sugar coke)
1 pitcher sweet tea
1 quart skim milk
1 mixing bowl and spatula coated in hardened baking chocolate
2 limes
4 bell peppers
8 ounces cheddar cheese
3 tubes Betty Crocker easy squeeze icing
The last of one large Olive Garden salad
One bag of expired deli turkey
1/2 carton eggs
1 bag brown-ish apple slices
1 bag assorted baby carrots, celery slices, and broccoli crowns, in various stages of decay
1 bag hash browns (which were probably supposed to be stored in the freezer)
1 can cinnamon rolls (score!)

Conspicuously absent:
1 full carton eggs

Stored on the counter for lack of a better place to put them:
120 tiny candy canes
1 additional tube Betty Crocker easy squeeze icing
1 unused bar Ghirardelli baking chocolate
Approximately 15 surviving gingerbread men
1 bag bread cubes (pumpernickel and whole grain) left over from fondue; likely stale

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Tidings of Comfort and Joy

Glory be to God in the highest and on earth, peace, good will toward men. Lo, I send unto you tidings of great joy!

Weeks of yuletide anticipation will culminate tomorrow in the arrival of my most favorite season--the Christmas-New Year's-Birthday Trifecta! The next few weeks bring a whirlwind of excitement and merriment and other kinds of -ments, and I am breathless, nay, giddy with anticipation!

My joy in this most celebratory season is heightened by the fact that, beginning tomorrow at 12:00 noon, I will be off work for, count them, 10 and one half glorious days!

And how will I pass the time?

Saturday, December 23—Host Christmas party at my house for charmingly quirky and lovably ill-tempered relatives (my side)
Sunday, December 24—Travel to Tennessee for Christmas gathering with genuinely kind and pleasant relatives (Charles the Great’s side)
Monday, December 25—Return to Arkansas to accommodate Charles’ dreadful and wretched work schedule
Tuesday-Thursday, December 26-28—Wallow
Friday, December 29-Saturday, December 30—Fellowship with college roomies! Hooray!
December 30-January 1—New Year’s Eve in NEW ORLEANS!
January 1—Return to Arkansas
January 2-5—Work.
But wait—January 6-9—Birthday retreat to Tunica for spa treatments, shopping, and feasting on complimentary cuisine!

After my all-too-brief sabbatical, I will rejoin you, refreshed and rejuvenated and ready once again to analyze, critique, and write bad poetry.

God rest ye, merry gentlemen and –women!

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Unburdened

My socks of argyle gray--
I wore them yesterday.
Left home in a flurry,
Was in such a hurry,
I wore them again today.

Friday, December 15, 2006

Polyps, Revisited

I found this on the hard drive of my computer today and thought some of you might enjoy reading it, for old times sake. This essay was part of a grand scheme ls and I cooked up to incorporate our favorite relationship term, "polyp," into the American pop-culture lexicon. We envisioned a best-selling book and apperances on Oprah. Someday, ls, someday...

If you happen to know someone who knows someone who knows Oprah, send 'em a link.

Cool-ly confident with a bad-boy demeanor and smoldering brown eyes, Jason has emerged as the heart-breaker of this season’s Laguna Beach. [This reference kinda dates the piece, huh?] Even sassy Alex and last season’s heroine, LC, have fallen for his charms. And Jessica. Oh, Jessica! There’s just something about Jason that keeps her coming back for more, despite his flirtations with other girls, his aloofness, his own admission that he treats her badly. What is it about this guy that turns an attractive, popular girl in to a clingy, ex-boyfriend-dialing wreck, and why does he continue to send Jessica the let’s-be-more-than-friends vibe, even after he’s insisted that’s all they’ll ever be? Arrgh! He’s such a...such a...polyp!

WHAT IS A POLYP?

The word polyp [paul-up] is a medical term—it’s defined as “a growth that projects, usually on a stem, from a membrane in the body, and can develop into cancer." Ewwww. However, researchers have recently borrowed the term to describe a particularly troublesome group of males discovered to be lurking around the dating pool. (Well, ok, maybe not researchers. Maybe my college girlfriends and I.) As it turns out, members of this newly identified subset of the human male population bear a striking resemblance to icky, dangerous polyps in both behavior and toxicity.

Insistence upon keeping a relationship at arm’s length is a cardinal identifier of polyp-like behavior, distinguishing a true polyp from any number of other irritating male sub-groups. If you’ve been polyp-ized, you may be familiar with one or more of the following scenarios:
o The male in question likes you, but he won’t introduce you to his friends.
o He wants to hang out, but only when it’s convenient for him (or when it’s inconvenient for you!)
o He says he’ll call you later, but forgets (or loses his phone, or gets tied up at ball practice, or is abducted by aliens, or offers some other partially convincing excuse.)
o You’re pretty sure that when you call him, your number on his caller-ID is greeted by a press of the “ignore” button.
In short, he’s not really a part of your life, but he’s still around, just danglin’ like a polyp! And such a toxic relationship definitely has the potential to become cancerous.

POLYP FIELD IDENTIFICATION

In order to aid savvy young women in the identification and removal of polyps, we've compiled a catalog of typical polyp behavior. If one or more of these characteristics applies to a male in your life, you may have been polyp-ized.

Too many good excuses: Best friends Lauren and Matt had been involved in an on-again-off-again flirtation since freshman year. Though Lauren was Matt’s trusted confidante and was always willing to console him after a difficult football practice or to keep him company on the night before a big game, Matt never seemed to be available when Lauren needed him. Though she was hurt when he missed her birthday or left her dateless on Valentine’s day, she felt guilty about expressing her anger to him because he always had such a good excuse. “There was always some good reason for him to be away on my birthday,” she says, explaining that Matt often offered his football schedule or family obligations as excuses for missing important events. “I drew a happy birthday card on the sidewalk at school for his birthday, and on my birthday, I didn’t even get a phone call!” she exclaims. Although a guy’s excuse may be totally legitimate, if it’s a part of a larger pattern of all-too-frequent really great excuses, it may be a sign of polyp-ization. A guy who sincerely wants to be a part of (rather than a dangling appendage on) your life will find a way to be there when you need him (and if he can’t be, he’ll find a really great way to make it up to you).

Too low-key: At first, sophomore Beth found the secrecy of her low-key relationship with sophisticated senior J.C. exciting. She didn’t mind that they didn’t ever go on dates because they had so much fun just talking about life, books, philosophy, everything. Determined not to be the clingy sophomore who pathetically followed her upper-classman crush around, Beth contentedly gave J.C. the space he seemed to need in social settings, rationalizing that she didn’t want to interfere with his time with his friends. After a few months, though, she started to feel a bit silly when he would pass her in the cafeteria with barely so much as a smile and a ‘hi’, and she had no idea what to tell curious classmates when asked about the status of her relationship. Though when they were alone she felt very much like part of a couple, when they were in public, they barely seemed to be friends. “You can’t really say we were dating since we only went on one date in nine months!” Beth jokes. Granted, a little privacy in a relationship can be a good thing; after all, what could be more uncomfortable than being subjected to a couple’s public fight or (worse yet) public make-out session. However, if you’re starting to feel more like his secret than his girlfriend, you may have a polyp on your hands.

Too inconsiderate of your time: Rebecca’s relationship with Liam was a classic case of good girl falls for bad boy. For this small-town girl, there was something irresistible about the school soccer star’s Irish accent and impish grin. Liam flashed the impish grin in question to ensure forgiveness for his chronic lateness. Night after night, Rebecca would sit by the window and watch the clock, wondering where Liam could be and how, in this age of electronic connectivity, he could have stumbled into an area totally cut off from all telecommunication. Why couldn’t he just call if he were going to be late, she’d wonder. “One night,” she recalls, “he said he was going to come over at nine. I didn’t hear from him until nine the next morning.” And though Liam had no problem canceling plans with Rebecca to spend time with his friends, he seemed surprised if she wasn’t available when his nights with the boys wrapped up. Failure to recognize the value of his girlfriend’s time is a classic polyp tendency, a tendency that shouldn’t be tolerated. Although it’s unrealistic to expect that your guy will always be on time, a phone call when he’s running late is simply common courtesy, as is respecting previously made plans.

PROPER TREATMENT FOR POLYP-IZATION

Just as in the medical world, the only proper treatment for this serious condition is a polyp-ectomy. Yep, you’ve just got to cut him off. Unfortunately, removing your emotional polyp is even more painful than removing a medical polyp—at least you’re anesthetized for a surgical polyp-ectomy! The prospect of removing your polyp will almost certainly evoke thoughts of those qualities you most admire in him. How, you may wonder, could a girl ever cut off the guy whose smile makes her socks melt or who understands better than anyone else her artwork,/sense of humor/love of Dickens’s novels? But cut him off you must! Whether or not he intends to, he’s becoming a hazard to your health and preventing you from finding someone who genuinely wants to be a part of your life, and by allowing him to continue dangling, you’re helping him. In the long run, the scars will be deeper if you allow your polyp to grow on you; the sooner you cut him off, the better!

Thursday, December 14, 2006

You Know...

...when you get your hair done and you think it looks drastically different, but no one else notices?

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

No Pizza For You

We had heard the rumors, but we thought our neighbors were exaggerating. Surely not in 2006. Surely not after all the work that's been done, all the progress that's been made.

The rumor didn't even cross our minds when we called Papa John's on Sunday evening. One large pepperoni, one two-liter coke, delivery please.

No problem, they told us. It'll be 30 minutes, they told us.

And then they called us back. Charles the Great took the call and reported that the conversation went thusly: "Uh, yeah, man, I checked with my delivery drivers, and, uh, they won't go down there after dark. Sorry. Uh, you can come pick it up..."

The rumors were true. You really can't get a pizza delivered to downtown North Little Rock after dark.

We laughed, loaded Peanut up in the truck, and went to pick up our pizza. What else could we do?


I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about this.

Got the formerly-blighted-neighborhood blues? Sing me a little ditty.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

My Buddies

They tell me stories on long car rides. They make sure I keep up with foreign affairs. They are constant, reliable friends. They are the voices of NPR.

Here's how I imagine them:

Gravely-voiced, marble-mouthed Carl Kasell is the curmudgeonly grandpa of public radio. I envision him with wavy, iron-gray hair and a santa-like barrel chest and jolly belly. He wears mismatched tweeds, suit vests, and a pocket watch. At night, he reads WWII military manuals by lamplight.

Terry Gross studied clinical psychology in graduate school. She drinks gallons of herbal tea each day (exclusively in large, earthenware cafe au lait mugs). She moonlights as a yoga instructor and owns only lightweight, pastel, knit cotton clothing. She conducts interviews sitting indian-style in her beige Herman Miller Aeron Chair.

Joanne Silberner has a very tiny nose, which prevents her words from resonating fully in her head. I have formed no other conclusions about her because I am too distracted pinching my nose to mimic her voice. I want to send her a box of breathe-right strips. I wonder what happens when she gets a cold.

Ann Taylor's greying blonde hair is parted severly on the left and cut in a practical chin-length bob. She wears skit suits every day except for Saturdays, when she dons sensible slacks and hush puppies. Her Afghan Elk Hound, Champion Martha's Vineyard Excursion a.k.a. "Martie", accompanies her to the studio each day and sits stoically beneath the control panel while Ann is on air.

Melissa Block and Robert Siegel, the achors of All Things Considered, have a thing going on. They play footsie under the control panel. Sometimes, when they've had a fight, you can hear it in their voices. Bonus for college classmates: is it just me, or does Robert Siegel's voice sound eerily like the voice of a certain vertically-challenged communications professor...?

When Steve Inskeep goes on vacation, he is replaced by a gentleman named "John Itsteen" (spelling?). John and Steve are actually the same person. Sometimes Steve gets a wild hair and decides to broadcast under a pseudonym for a few days. You'll note that NPR's roster bears no mention of Mr. Itsteen...

Peter Overby's domey pate is protected from the elements only by a fringe of auburn hair above his ears. His petite frame threatens to buckle under the weight of his egghead. He is afflicted with larger-than-average teeth which often impede his speech. He received a Master's degree in economics from a university at which it would be considered prestigious to receive a Master's degree in economics. He is a congenial fellow who enjoys cheese.

Daniel Schorr must have a chronic cold. He must. There's just no other explanation. Dan, I love you, but I need my foreign policy with a little enunciation.

You can view pictures and read bios of all your favorite NPR personalities by clicking on the link in the title of this post or by pasting this URL into your browser's navigation bar: http://www.npr.org/templates/people/?typeId=1
I caution you though, just as Adam and Eve suffered the consequences of eating from the Tree of Knowledge, so to will your illusions be shattered when you see what the NPR stars really look like.

Monday, December 04, 2006

That's My Prerogative

This is the purse I will be carrying throughout the Christmas season:


Deal with it.