Monday, April 03, 2006
So, the Parakeet and the Huz received season one of a certain emmy-winning show a few weeks ago. They finally put Disc one in last Wednesday or Thursday night. They can not stop watching. The Parakeet is seriously nervous for when they finish the season. How will she wait for season 2 on DVD? How will sleep not knowing if Jack and Kate get together? Or if Hurley is going to tell people why he thinks everything’s his fault?
What’s going on with ABC lately? I mean, Grey’s and Lost! The Parakeet has NEVER anticipated a show or tried to make sure she was home for something on tv. It’s a new feeling for her….a new feeling, people.
Here’s to the last disc of Season One. Tension and Drama await.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Like most Chicagoans, the Parakeet takes the ‘el’ to work five days a week. She waits underground at her particular stop and most days has her nose in a book. On Monday, she was going to sit down on a bench and open said book when she saw something in the corner of her eye – large and silver.
She looked down onto the ‘el’ tracks, and there amidst the soda cups and grimy dimes lay ….a Hubcap. A Hubcap.
Let’s pause for a moment and think about how in the world a hubcap would fall onto the ‘el’ tracks. While the Parakeet has always considered the film commercials shown on the walls of the ‘el’ trip between Clark and Lake and Washington ironic because they depict automobiles, this was ridiculous. The Parakeet paused for more than a moment considering the origin of the hubcap. All she could come up with though was maybe there was some guy who collected hubcaps in a big bag and dropped one while working on the tracks…and that story just isn’t interesting, creative, or even likely.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
seen/heard at the Gym
The Parakeet made her morning trip to the gym for Powerflex class and a brief time on the Elliptical. Below is some of what she saw/heard:
– a T-shirt that said “Butter Up…It’s time to shuck” with a picture of a woman in a mini skirt straddling an ear of corn
– a very attractive twenty-something blond woman wearing the t-shirt mentioned above
-too much of a skinny man in green biker shorts
-a tiny Indian man on the elliptical singing loudly to his Ipod…”You give, you give, you give yourself away….”
-the same man raising his hands up alternately as if praising the Lord or hailing a cab
-large naked butt cheeks spread out over a bench in the locker room. why do they continue to surprise?
-three Madonna songs – the instructor chose to sing along off-key, enough to make the Parakeet drop her barbell from laughing
-her own groans as she struggled to finish the ‘lunge track’
ahh, Bally’s at Century City – it’s always an adventure.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
un-lock my door
As the Parakeet ages she feels as though she is becoming more “artistic”. A euphemism for flighty. She loses things, forgets appts, and on a certain important occasion did not set her clock forward….but anyway.
Her sister terms these embarassing and more-complicated-than-is-necessary times “Lucy” moments. These things are most certainly genetic, so the Parakeet has adopted the title as well.
She has a friend that she talks to every single day, often two times, and their voicemails back and forth often begin with “Are you ready for this Lucy moment?”
So with all that preamble, are you ready for this Lucy moment?
Yesterday, the Parakeet used the jump drive attached to her keys to send a resume to another company while at work. She has been keeping her eyes peeled and her ears open as we know. Well, she left work and left the keys connected to the computer through a little USB port. When she got to the Post Office about forty minutes later and went to open her box – no keys.
She called the Huz, who couldn’t really do much about it since he rode his bike to work, and he offered to pedal on home immediately. This is about a twenty-minute ride for him and the Parakeet had a fifteen-ish minute walk home from the Post Office box. She was upset to leave the most recent netflix arrival in the PO box and she was sad that she couldn’t just get a latte and sit in the Starbucks waiting for a chaueffer to pick her up, but such is life. The Parakeet and her gigantic hot pink gym bag headed toward home.
She didn’t have to wait for too long when the Huz coasted into view. Thank goodness this did not happen a month ago or she could have frozen.
They discussed later in the evening how to deal with the next day – should the Parakeet just leave in the morning with the Huz so the apt could be locked? Is there a spare key anywhere?
The Huz woke up this morning early, as usual. The Parakeet did not, as usual. She remembers, though, in her sleepy daze a man saying to her “I’m leaving you with my keys. I’m sure you’ll make it home before me”. The man kissed her forehead and pressed something into her palm.
After a confusing dream involving shopping with a card that bought everything for free wearing only a long-sleeved t-shirt and underwear, the Parakeet woke up tangled in her sheets with something pressing into her hand. She rolled over and there was jingling….House Keys, in her bed, how wonderful!
Sunday, April 09, 2006
The Parakeet made a trip to the laundromat this morning. Usually the Huz does the laundry, but this weekend it didn’t work out that way, so she took their FIVE loads of laundry over to the laundromat. How much laundry will there be when they start a family? This is much more efficient than hauling laundry up and down the stairs to their basement for four-five hours of the day.
Another woman came in the same time as the Parakeet. She had two large laundry bags full of clothes and two small children at her heels. As she scrambled to load the washers quickly, the kids wanted to “help”. The Parakeet watched in amusement as a boy, barely two, couldn’t pull a pair of jeans to the washer because they were too heavy. His older sister was soon asked to take him away and watch him. The kids acted like they were at an amusement park. They were having so much fun; pushing the carts around, begging for quarters for toys that fall out of a machine, chasing each other, looking into dryers. That last one made the Parakeet a bit nervous as they could have both probably fit into a dryer together, but she resigned herself to the fact they were not hers to watch.
When they calmed down relatively and mom was waiting for clothes to finish the wash cycle, the older daughter got restless. She said to her mom, “Would you remember me tomorrow?” The mom replied “Yes”
“Would you remember me in a week?”
“Yes” the mom said, getting slightly testy.
“Would you remember me in a month?”
“Yes, honey, I will always remember you. I love you. You’re my daughter”.
The girl grinned, after taking a sip of her strawberry soda, she looked up at her mom, “Knock, knock”
Mom answered dutifully “Who’s there?”
“You forgot me all ready!” The girl was in stitches. Her pink stained lips were wide open with laughter. The mom rolled her eyes saying “oh, you tricked me.”
The Parakeet smiled and chuckled out loud. Kid Jokes. How do they just stay at one age bracket forever? Does every six-year-old say, “If you lvoe it, why don’t you marry it?” like the Parakeet did in the first grade. What jokes do you remember from being a kid? Or what joke has a kid told you lately?
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Today the Parakeet spent a lot of time listening to voice over demos. She has the chance to make one next week, but doesn’t have, you know, a $1000 class under her belt. It was hilarious. Hilarious! Thank goodness she had a friend with her. She listened to people she knew reading copy for cars and stores and vacations and lots of other silly stuff. Some people are reallllly good. Then, she and her friend tried typing copy as fast as they listened to it which was really funny in its own way.
Not that zany of a story, but it’s what happened today nonetheless.
Maybe soon you will hear the Parakeet sing about the softer side of Sears.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Last night, the Parakeet and the Huz were lucky enough to be invited to a sader dinner. They ate, prayed, laughed, drank and ate some more with dear friends and family of friends. The Parakeet tried some foods she had never had and liked all of them (except, of course, horseradish, but she already knew that).
It was really a very special evening and the Russells felt privileged to be included. The reading together of prayers, the family toasting, the stories of the Old Testament, singing at the table all reminded the Parakeet of so many things that are important to her. The passing on of stories and rituals from generation to generation seems superficial, even trivial, to some. And with today’s whiz-bang ever changing technology and fast-paced culture it’s hard to find the ‘time’ or ‘relevance’.
But for the Parakeet, the traditions passed down to her by her parents and grandparents, the traditions developed within her family as a child are the ones that she hopes to one day pass on to her children. The value of faith and perseverance. A sense of belonging and purpose. A feeling of community and safety. And such joy – with friends and family.
The Parakeet and the Huz rode home from Sader stuffed, completely full, and more than satiated. They were grateful for the twenty minutes on a bike, for sure. Holidays are important. They give us permission to pause and take stock, even for just an evening, of what really matters.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Most days the Parakeet cooks dinner for herself and the huz. All weeks the Parakeet does the grocery shopping. This is mostly because the grocery store sends the Huz into a rage.
Seriously. And who wants to deal with the Huz in a rage? Have you met him? OK.
So, the Parakeet shops and cooks. The exception to this is breakfast. Most weekends, the Huz will make eggs, sausage, biscuits. Sometimes bacon, sometimes gravy, sometimes an omelette. The man has country breakfast figured out. Perhaps it’s because he’s from Texas, perhaps it’s because his father is from Tennessee and makes gravy weekly. Who knows? The point is the Russells like breakfast food and they regularly indulge.
As a rule, the Parakeet does not go in the kitchen when the Huz is cooking. She gets in his way and she’s not awake enough to navigate around him. She asks stupid questions and is a general nuisance. Luckily, she realized early in their marriage to just sit in the living room, enjoy her coffee, and let the breakfast come to her.
This morning the Huz made scrambled eggs, bacon, and home-made home fries. Soooo goood. The Parakeet turned to the Huz to tell him that the potatoes were so good. She said, “Do you just cut them up and fry them in olive oil?”
He smirked. Uh-oh.
“No.” He said quietly.
“What?” the Parakeet said, curious.
“What? You microwave the bacon and then pour the grease into the pan?”
“No. I scoop it out of that jar I keep in the fridge.”
Please do not spend long imagining this.
“There is a jar of bacon grease in our fridge?”
“Yeah, I cook the eggs in it, too.”
“Hmm…” The Parakeet slowly set down her fork and swallowed resolutely.
How in the world did she marry someone who would make her breakfast? Why does he have to keep bacon grease in the fridge, and how far will she have to run today to make up for this?
Monday, April 17, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Friday, April 21, 2006