Friday, February 27, 2009

Fast Friday

No, not fasting, as in the Catholic sense (though, on a side note, I am from Catholic country, Buffalo NY--before my sister in law was my sister law, she was driving into town to see our family and she commented to my brother, "Look at all the fish frys! We're entering Catholic country!" Love that woman).

Fast as in, I'm going to tell you some things fast, before I go make some fast grilled cheese and soup and then rush out the door.

1. Vor and I are going to the Symphony Orchestra tonight. Gershwin and Bernstein. Tickets were on sale. Color me happy. Paint me relaxed.

2. Regardless of the fact that tonight will be wonderful, I am dreading tomorrow. I see Vor--my husband, thank you very much--rarely as it is. And now I am spending an unnecessary night away. Color me pissy.

3. I really do love Battlestar Galactica. I can't believe it is coming to an end. Sadness.

4. In all seriousness, I am making grilled cheese for dinner. With feta.

5. Work. Oh, work. I love my job, and I can't wait to be doing it full time. I get paid almost nothing, and law school debt is crushing, but I love it. It truly makes me day when I get a cute drawing from a child I helped. It's hanging in my office.

6. The bar? Holy crap. My application is due for it in a month, and I'm planning on turning it sooner. I can't believe it's almost over.

7. I'm sure I had something else in mind, but Vor just called, and I need to go cook that dinner so we can get to the Orchestra on time. Yay!


The following things are completely irrational:

I am irritated with one of my closest friends for inviting me to the opera.

I am irritated because I said yes without thinking, without realizing it on a Saturday, meaning I am spending yet another night away from my home.

I want to smack everyone upside the head in my group for one of my litigation classes, for no reason at all, other than the classwork takes up my time and is requiring me to be down in my law school city even earlier on Saturday.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Sister, Sister--SISTER!

My sister called!!

Happiness. It's a phone call you receive.

Morbidly Hilarious

Who, who, WHO in their right mind wants a tape recording of herself talking to people?

Giving editorial on those people she imagines are at her funeral? Making all those pent up remarks to people as they filter by her casket? Playing at her FUNERAL?


Clearly, I know such a person.

Friday, February 20, 2009


A few funerals, and... well I wish we had a wedding to balance it out.

A relative of Vor's passed away. So we'll be there this weekend, and I'll be looking at Vor and his mom, wishing I could make their grief a little easier. I know it isn't just the grief over this relative, but the old one, of losing Vor's father.

I don't know if old grief fades, or if time heals it. I think it's more like a peach. It's there, and then it ripens, and it smells awful, and just when you can hardly stand it, the smell stops, and the peach just sits there, shriveled up.

Until you add water. Then it's a peach again.

And while I'm there, I'll be thinking about all those I knew, well or otherwise, on the plane.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Sister, Sister

I love my sister fiercely.

She is seventeen years older than I am, and for a very long time, more of a second mother than a sister. She was my second grade teacher, and she was my personal plaything. She is my godmother, my confirmation sponsor, and my matron of honor. If my brother hadn't beaten me to it, I probably would have given my first daughter her first name as a middle name.

We rarely butt heads, but that could be because I avoid confrontation (peace! love! harmony!) and she is passive aggressive (truly without meaning to be). When we do, it is more like a silent standoff that suddenly gets resolved through one of us weeping over the phone.

When I went to college, my mother nagged me incessantly. "Call you sister! Call you sister! She doesn't want to intrude! She needs to know you love her!" Thus, I learned, really for the first time, how to stay in touch with a family member through mainly phone contact.

For some reason, this has now failed me.

As I scroll though my cell phone call log, I see that over the last two months, I have actually spoken with my sister once. I have called several times a week, even several times a day. If I text, I might get a response. But a call? Nope.

I know she isn't mad at me. I know I haven't done anything. I think she's just busy. I mean, four kids, two sets of after school activities for each kid, three different schools...sounds crazy to me.

But still, it hurts. I miss my sister.

Maybe I should do something dramatic, like buy a plane ticket and show up on her doorstep.

Flowers? A singing telegram? Ridiculous ideas, anyone?

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Pass the Cat, Please

I was in the kitchen yesterday, putting away the groceries, minding my own business, with Vor helping me.

I opened the freezer and this greeted me:

That's what happens when you tell your husband to label the catfish in the freezer.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Flight 3407

Horror and relief can live in the same house.

Horror, being woken up late at night by someone who is never awake past 8:30 at night. Thinking about all the people you know and knew in the area. The people you know who take the quick commuter flight home on a regular basis.

Horror, remembering it is the same flight that makes your sister smile, because it flies over her house around 10:15 every night, and she thinks of people coming home to their families. Knowing that your niece and three nephews are only one block away from this disaster, breathing in smoke and scared.

Horror, thinking of the people you knew on that flight.

Relief--it wasn't them. It wasn't my niece, my nephews.

It makes me feel guilty, sad, and grateful. It makes me wish I was there, so I could wrap my arms around these children who are more like my siblings than nieces and nephews.

My heart and prayers are offered for all those in that community that I have always thought of as home.

Ellyce, fly high, and may angels lead you in.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Dear Gaggle of Females

Dear 1L Girls sitting across from me in the law school lobby,

Seriously? Why are all six of you wearing the same pink shirt?

Oh wait, you are loud enough that I can overhear your conversation. You all bought the same shirt? Together? You are starting your own sorority in the law school? You are calling Wednesday PINK WEDNESDAYS?

This has nothing to do with you being 1L's. I like 1L's. I was one once too. I remember --very clearly-- the agony.

No, this has to do with the fact that you have not left undergrad. Or possibly high school.


That is all.

Sincerely, Grace

Monday, February 9, 2009


Whose husband drives two hours one way to see his wife just for dinner?

Oh, that would be mine!

Sunday, February 8, 2009

About that last post...

The rest of the weekend?

Not so awkward.

(Big smile)

Friday, February 6, 2009


I don't really know what to do with this, so I'm just going to put it out there.

I cam back from being gone for four days, three nights, as usual. I was working furiously when Vor came home, and I worked until ten at night. At some point, it dawned on me that he was going to bed, and I moseyed my way there.

And then I layed there and looked at him. And he looked at me. And it was totally awkward.

Being gone last semester for two night was hard, but not like this. It was like we had a total disconnect and needed to re-introduce ourselves. (Hi, I'm Grace, and I'll be your wife tonight... Oh, excellent! You look so much better in person than in the catalog!)


Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Bitch, Bitch

I really do have lots of things to say and type here. I'll get around to them this weekend.

But law school has taken over my life, yet again. I'm usually already working by the time 7:oo am rolls around, and I don't stop until after 11 usually. Then I don't sleep, because I have unrestful dreams about the work I should be doing.

This litigation class is killing me. It's only Wednesday. I am down here from Monday to Thursday now.

I'm pretty sure I have a husband, but I also seem to have misplaced him.

Or rather, I got misplaced.

Oh, I stumbled across a HILARIOUS blog that fits right in with this post.