Wednesday, June 05, 2013

5 Things

5 Things I've learned this week:

  1. You can totally burn food in a crock pot.  I didn't think you could, but you can.  So much for my BBQ Beef sandwiches.
  2. While classified as "non-aggressive" mud dauber hornets will become aggressive when you are actively trying to kill them.  P.S. If you come into my house uninvited I will actively try to kill you.
  3. My box spring is not a standard depth.  How do I know this?  I'm buying boxes and had to go up a size for one that would fit my non-standard box springs.  Thank you, Kim for making me measure before I bought the box.
  4. Freddy's Frozen Custard & Steakburgers will completely satisfy a craving for Purple Turtle and/or Parker's. Nothing will satisfy a craving for a Philly chicken cheesesteak except an actual Philly chicken cheesesteak.  The Roadhouse in Bastrop will quell the craving, without complete satisfaction.
  5. I had a job interview yesterday; it was horrible.  They were grossly unprofessional.  Never had I had quite the negative experience that this organization provided me.  I withdrew my application on the grounds of "HELL NO!"

ETA:  Bonus #6 - All the uproar over The Red Wedding has me bewildered.  I remember being SHOCKED(!) when I read it, but the HBO depiction was actually less graphic than my imagination.  Write faster George RR Martin; write faster!

Wednesday, May 01, 2013

One Year Ago

I get a time capsule from Photojojo.com (technically twice a month, but for me it is more like every couple of months just because I don't take pictures faithfully every day) showing highlights from one year ago.

One year ago this week I was on my way to Texas and having a mostly fabulous time getting there - I think my time capsule is a pretty accurate reflection of this week. 

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Great Smoky Mountains - We Saw A BEAR!

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This week was so much fun.  The Kentucky Bourbon Trail is awesome, and I had a great time in Virginia, North Carolina, Tennesse (we spent a day at Dollywood) and Kentucky.  I would love to do it again some day.

Friday, April 05, 2013

*Now with More Nubbins

Gretta was blessed on Easter Sunday and so both sets of Grandparents, plus 2 Aunts and 1 bonus Nubbin were in town for the event.

On Saturday (always the secular portion of the holiday in my family) T3 hosted an Easter Egg Hunt.
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Gretta, FTW!

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Mack was good to let her younger cousins find all the easy eggs, so after they had found their allotment she only had a couple of eggs.  It took a while to round up those last (well hidden) eggs!
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Mack also spent Saturday eating practically all the chocolate in her basket.  So she was on a SERIOUS sugar high around bedtime.  When the crash came, it came hard - and appropriate just as her mother was getting a second wind.

On Sunday Gretta was given a name and a blessing in The Church of Jesus Christ of  Latter-day Saints.  She was given a lovely and emotional blessing and when she was was blessed with courage and strength; to be a light to those around her and show the strength of those she was named after pretty much everyone lost it.

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The other Texas Nubbins looked equally as beautiful/handsome in their Easter finery.
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Those kids are DONE with pictures!

I didn't get a picture of Macklyn in her Easter clothes (they got back to T3's after my camera was put away, but HOLY COW!  That little girl is all gown up, now.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Laura Plantation

Wednesday I switched hotels and because parking is such a nightmare in the French Quarter I decided on a day trip between check out at Hotel Provincial and check in at Soniat House.  I wavered back and forth between visiting Laura Plantation and going back to Oak Alley, but it was raining and I've already seen Oak Alley in the rain.

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We had an absolutely brilliant guide for our tour.  She was native Creole with the accent to prove it and she could talk very fast.  Our introduction to Laura started with her great-grandfather, Guillaume Duparc who was born in France and at some point murdered someone.  Not one to let that get in his way he joined the French navy,  fought in the American Revolution and was named the French Governor to Louisiana.  Our guide stated thusly, "He went from murderer to governor in five years, that is what we call Louisiana politics." HA!  Hilarious.

Guillaume married Nanette and after Louisiana was famously purchased by Thomas Jefferson decided to turn his attention to running a sugar plantation.  He commissioned Laura (at that time called l'habitation Duparc), but died within the first year.  In Creole culture women had been given tax rights and banking rights so Nanette continued to run the plantation for many years as "President" of the business.

In Creole culture the family is the business and the business is family so the Duparc's would live in and conduct business at Laura for nine months of the year.  Then would then return to New Orleans (they owned 3 townhouses on Bourbon Street) and partied for the remaining three months, returning to Laura after the biggest party of the year, Mardi Gras.

Eventually Nanette tired of being President and decided that the smartest of her three children should take over.  Her eldest, Louis, had killed two men already and was "hiding" in France, her second son, Flagy, was also unsuitable, and so her youngest and only daughter, Elisabeth, was tapped for the President's job - she was all of 13 or 14.

Elisabeth married Raymond Locoul and proving that she was the smartest of Guillaume and Nanette's brood she demanded a prenuptial.  Raymond Locoul was a landowner from Bordeaux, France and it wasn't long before Elisabeth commandeered his wineries and became the largest wine distributor in the United States.  She also harbored a dream to escape Laura and move to Bordeaux, but this wasn't meant to be.  Eventually her granddaughter would write that she became meaner every day she lived.  She was a very unhappy person.  She was also very, very rich - a multi-millionaire in pre-Civil War America.

Now, Louis Duparc, the France-dwelling murderer, eventually married and wanted to come home, so Nanette (being very rich and this being Louisiana) simply bought off all the local authorities allowing Louis, and his wife to return to Laura Plantation in safety.  Louis and Fanny had a daughter, Eliza, who was perfect in every way.  She was the picture of Creole perfection and Louis was determined that it would be his daughter who took over from his sister, Elisabeth, as President.  Unfortunately when Eliza was 16 she was no longer perfect.  She broke out in terrible acne and her parents sent her for treatment.  The doctor gave her three doses of arsenic and poisoned her to death.  Louis left the plantation, never to return while Fanny imprisoned herself in the bedroom and didn't leave that room for the remainder of her life.

Elisabeth and Raymond had two children a son, Emile, and a daughter, Aimee.  Elisabeth had written that it took a strong person to run the plantation and Emile was a sensitive boy.  She packed him off to France to toughen up where he lived until he was thirty-something, at which point he learned that he was about to be disinherited because the family is the business and the business is the family, and he had no heirs to perpetuate the business.  He returned to America married Desiree Archinard and fathered Laura.  When his mother died, Aimee took her half (the wine half) and moved to France.  Emile was made President.  When he died it fell to Laura who begged and begged to do anything but run the family business.  She was born just prior to the Civil War, knew that the plantation had turned her grandmother into a cruel and unhappy woman, and desperately wanted to be "American".  When Laura became President she left her mother to run the plantation while she traveled for ten or so years.   She returned to announce her impending marriage.  She sold the plantation for a song ($21,000), married Charles Gore, moved to St. Louis, MO, and never spoke of her time in Louisiana again.

Eventually, she wrote her memoirs for her daughters, and that is how the plantation history was discovered.  The plantation owned several Senegalese slaves who brought their tales of a clever rabbit and stupid hyena to America.  The tales later became the tales of Brer Rabbit.

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"American" houses were white, Creole houses were not.  You could tell from the road who lived where.

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You can see the "retirement home" in the background.  Nanette lived there after retiring as President.  She was 94 when the family abandoned their home during the Civil War (they heard that the Navy would be bombing houses from the river that hadn't sworn allegiance to the USA, and they had not - the main house was eventually bombed four times).  They left Nanette and their slaves at the plantation.  When they returned after the war Nanette was dead, and no one was talking about the how or why.

We saw pictures of the retirement home in all its former glory.  There were plans to restore it as well, but then an electrical fire broke out and burned the back half of the house, and before they could get a roof back on the house Hurricane Katrina hit.  All their funds went to restore the house.

Oak Alley wins on looks, but Laura wins on history, and everyone loses in the rain.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

N'Awlins

Posts will be appearing over the next couple of weeks over at 1000 Places detailing my adventures in The Big Easy!

Monday, December 31, 2012

2012 Year in Review

January:
At the end of December 2011 I was told that I had a giant cyst on my right kidney and that my gallbladder was not functioning and needed to be removed.  So, the first couple of months of the year were pretty miserable.  The  kidney cyst was determined to be benign and nothing (at least right now) to worry about (although if anyone needs a kidney donation you'll have to remove me from your list of people to ask).  I met with the surgeon mid-January and scheduled my gallbladder surgery for early February.  My folks and sister came to visit at the end of the month to watch Nate graduate, and while it was fun to have them visit, I was pretty miserable and in a lot of pain the entire time.

February:
Pretty much all month was about the surgery.  It happened early February and then I was recuperating for about three weeks.  This was the first surgery (in fact the first time I'd ever been admitted to the hospital or had any kind of invasive procedure) I'd ever gone through and the entire medical team seemed a little surprised by that.  They were also nice enough to CONSTANTLY remind me that I was almost 40.  Thanks!

March:
Nothing worthwhile really happened in March.  I was finishing up my short term assignment with the legal team in Philly, and getting ready to move at the end of April.

April:
April was spent with all the "fun" stuff associated with moving cross country.  There was packing, hiring various movers, finding charitable organizations to pick up stuff I didn't want to move, saying good bye to all my Philly friends, and planning the fun stuff I'd do on the way to Texas. I said good bye to a lot of good friends, and made a lot of hard cuts about what I would take with me on my next adventure.

May:
Cort flew to Philly the end of April and we started the trek through the eastern United States.  We did a lot of fun things, saw some amazing things, and (I, at least) stressed out about some car problems that actually turned out to be very minor.  We also ate a lot of really good southern comfort food and delicious BBQ.

Mid-May we arrived in Texas and Cort flew back home.  I started looking for a place to live and discovered what a bizarre rental market exists in Bryan/College Station.  I honestly thought I'd be able to find a suitable apartment in a couple of weeks, but that wasn't meant to be.  At this point, I should have rearranged my summer schedule and gone directly to Utah.  If I had I would've spent the reminder of my summer in Prague.  

June/July:
No apartment, no job, just a lot of hanging out with the nubbins and reading.  I also took a week long temp assignment at a legal firm.  This temp assignment has been haunting me since.  It totally screwed up my unemployment benefits, and that has turned the rest of the year into major bad news.  Although I wouldn't find that out until September.

August:
Toward the end of July I headed to Utah for a visit with my family.  I drove and was able to cross a number of things of my list during my travels.  It was fun to see everyone again, to be home, to eat at all my favorite restaurants, with all my favorite people, and to be able to see so many amazing sites.

September:
Once I returned to Texas I finally found an apartment and was able to move in.  My severance package was up, and this is where I discovered my one week temp job (taken just to meet some people and earn enough money to buy a bed --- hello, air mattress for 2 years in Philly) was going to screw up my unemployment.

October/November/December:
Mostly the past three months have been spent fighting with Pennsylvania Unemployment, looking for  a new job (turns out that despite having a major university, a college, and several top-notch medical facilities B/CS doesn't actually have any jobs - at least for someone who doesn't already have an "in"), and crying on the couch.  It has been a very emotional and discouraging few months while I've watched my hard fought savings slip away.  Oh yeah, I had a birthday in there, too.

I'm ending this year on a discouraging note, but I'm thankful for many blessings as well.  I am thankful that I have a family who loves me, and has been supportive, and will take me in when I'm a hobo next spring.  I'm thankful that I do have savings to watch slip away instead of having my utilities shut off.  I am thankful that I live somewhere warm.  I am thankful that I had an amazing summer.  And I'm thankful that a new and hopefully better year is just around the corner.  Here's to an amazing 2013.  Happy New Year!

Friday, December 14, 2012

What if God Was One of Us?

I've been re-watching Joan of Arcadia (one of my favorite shows of all time) and there is an episode that speaks to the horror that happened today in Connecticut.  In this episode God asks Joan to go to a school dance with the school bully.  To "listen and observe - be present."

He ends up with a gun pointed at police officers, arrested, his life ruined.  Joan asks God why she was given an assignment that could only fail.  God replies that she did exactly what was asked.  Observe.  Be Present.

"Observation is a more powerful force than you could possibly reckon:  the invisible, the overlooked, and the unobserved are those that are in the most danger of reaching the end of the spectrum.  They lose their light.  From there anything can happen."

"Fine, I observed.  His life is still ruined," Joan replies.

"His life wasn't the only one at stake...lives altered forever by you, by the simple effect of being present...by entering the light, by joining the dance.

It's a recurring theme throughout the show.  How powerful human connection can be; how those connections influence the course of events.  During this time of year, when so many people struggle and fall into darkness, invisible, overlooked and unobserved - we can listen, observe, be present - maybe we can even change the world so we never have another day like today.

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