Friday, November 4, 2011

Natalie vs Chuck Norris

About four years ago my two sisters and I were sitting in church, on a day when Natalie was having a particularly grumpy/sad day, so Dory & I decided the best way to cheer her up was to make a somewhat irreverent list of Natalie-isms, a la Chuck Norris jokes.  Mostly we poked fun at her ridiculously good looks, curvaceous figure, and spit-fire attitude.

1. Natalie doesn't need the support of a bra, it's merely a holster for her favorite weapons.

2. Natalie's beads aren't crooked, they're cowering.

3. If you think Natalie's back is bad, you should see what's left of the horse.

4. A single smile from Natalie causes boys to sin; good thing she never smiles.

5. It's really not because of her back that she started wearing flats. Heels keep her deadly curves too blatantly within eyesight.

6. Natalie's hips are registered with the government as leathal weapons.

7. Gorbachev did not tear down the wall, he was just getting out of Natalie's way.

8. Natalie doesn't need to walk on water; she has her own floatation devices.

9. Natalie doesn't need to sleep all day, she merely allows the world time to recoop.

10. Gifts for Natalie are responsible for 50% of game console sales. The other 50% are defeated rivals.

11. Natalie doesn't date. She merely slows down long enough to let them bestow their offerings.

12. Although Natalie's desire to practice medicine is commendable, it would actually take four lifetimes to repair the broken hearts caused in 19 years.

13. Natalie doesn't need self control; her own body is scared of her.

14. Natalie's foot once twitched during a hymn, and all the men within a 10 foot radius suddenly started singin soprano.

15. Natalie doesn't really need make-up. She simply dumbs things down to protect the males around her from impure thoughts.

And the personal favorite of both Rach and me:
16. Natalie's string once popped during a concert, so she gutted a trumpet player on the spot.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Things I Learned

You learn a lot when a family member/loved one dies.  Obviously there's a lot of emotional and spiritual stuff, blah, blah, blah, but there's also a whole crap load of practical stuff.  For instance (and this is in no particular order at all):

Things that the family actually needs help with:

Funerals are expensive.  I don't care who it is, I'll be sending at least $10 to anyone I know who loses someone. 

Taking care of someone dying is bloody time consuming.  The most helpful things for people to do service-wise, other than food (which no one seems to have trouble thinking about), are things like:

        Just show up and clean.  Nobody feels like cleaning when there's so much to do & you really just want to crawl in a hole yourself.  Plus people are constantly coming by and so it's nice to feel like people peering in to find you wallowing in squalor that matches the way you feel.

        Take care of the dang flowers.  I now understand why people are always saying, "please do ______ in lieu of sending flowers.  There's a ton, you think they're lovely, you wish had time/cared enough to make sure the water hasn't either disappeared completely or become a smelly science experiment.

        Offer (sincerely) to help go through the person's belongings, or help clean out the house/apartment/shack they were living in.  It's overwhelming, physically and emotionally.  Even if you have a vehicle that might be helpful, that can make a huge difference.

Don't tell the grieving person what they're feeling/what they're going through/what they are going to go through/or in any way compare any of your experiences to theirs.  Be careful with this.  Everyone grieves differently and situations are hardly ever exactly the same.  I'm sorry, but your loved one taking their own life is very different from my sister unexpectedly passing away peacefully in her sleep.

That brings me to another point, think it through before you ask how the person died.  The family doesn't necessarily want to rehash the details of the person's cause of death with every. freaking. member. of. the. ward.  Even if the person died totally naturally, in their sleep.  Especially if you come across in any way as asking purely to satisfy the sensational gossip craving gnawing at your self-doubting, unfulfilled life.  If you're extended family, a close friend I've known my whole life, one of my few and dear close girlfriends, of course I don't mind you asking.  I know you're asking out of concern.  But please don't ask if you're the Relief Society president I've never even talked to before, or a random co-worker I've barely ever talked to and whose name I can't even remember while you ask me. 

For that matter, I really value the sleep I might manage to get on a Sunday afternoon much more than said Relief Society president fulfilling the "need" to visit me and see for herself that I'm really alright.  Death is exhausting.  It's hard to sleep, it's hard to eat, and the emotional toll beats you up physically.  I'm still trying to catch up.  And I still have to force myself to eat a lot of the time.  I still don't always sleep well. 

Last, I don't care how close a friend you were or weren't to my sister, don't insist on visiting my grieving mother, overstay your welcome, and definitely don't ask for anything belonging to my sister, even if you did give it to her.  Perhaps that's just a personal issue.  But seriously, the woman just lost her baby daughter.  Give her some space, no matter how nice she's being to you.

Food for thought.  Fortunately I can say these things because the few people who read my blog all fall under the category of close friends and family.  Next up, the Chuck Norris/Natalie jokes we made up to make her feel better and crack a smile...

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Letter to Natalie

Dear Natti,

I know you're aware how much I miss you.  How much all of us miss you.  But I still wish I could tell you. I know I'm not the only one who is reminded of you by everything they see.  It still doesn't feel real - I don't know when it will.  The few times it has come close to feeling real I felt like I was in serious danger of losing my mind.  Your absence is the most all-consuming feeling of life right now.  The problem is that life itself doesn't feel real.

I wish I'd had a chance to hear your voice those last few weeks.  But you never did leave voicemails.  The irony that I managed to see all three members of the rest of our family this year haunts me.  My paranoia about distracting you or interrupting your studying kept me from calling so many times.  What a hard way to learn to ignore that sort of insignificant worry.  You can count on me endlessly interrupting you throughout eternity, that is if you can ever escape my hug, let alone my sight. 

There are things I just can't complain about to anybody else in the same way.  So now instead of people thinking I'm crazy for talking to myself, they're going to have me committed for complaining to what appears to be thin air.  Who will I go to Gruene Hall with?  Not that going to Gruene is a good idea; if I can't walk into the Disney Store without losing it, Gruene Hall is hardly a safe venue.  Hell, I couldn't walk into a Texas BBQ place I found today without leaving tear-streaked. 

Here's to you Natti - you better be livin' it up on the other side.  I promise I'll get back to the point of livin' it up here, but it might take awhile.  If I keep imagine how you'd be poking me and kickin' my backside, I might manage it.  I love you baby girl.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Issues

I have an issue of blood.  Seriously.  And enough pain to double me over.  Please pray that it's only the current brand of anti-baby meds and that the doctor will offer me a new option tomorrow that will take this ALL AWAY. 

On another note, I am fast approaching the point when my dear little stupid computer will permanently fail to wake from its slumber. 

On a happier thought, there is a new Big Bang Theory tonight, and a new Community.  And while I'm deprived of my preferred BBC shows, they will do.  Really, that's all I'd like from TV.  Give me the BBC.  The real BBC.  Or at least let me watch episodes online from the US, damn it! 

Monday, September 12, 2011

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Sempre Amusement











Why do Star Wars and Princess Bride never get old?

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Awesome Is a Relative Term

I just got told I am "awesome" at the piano for the first time in my life (me mam praised me at piano way back in the day when I was still a wee piano-playing tot, but I don't think she ever specifically used the term awesome).  It's most definitely a falsehood, but if I think comparatively to how I sounded a few months ago--before I took it upon myself to attempt practicing everyday--then heck yes, my piano playing is indeed awesome.  I mean it had nowhere to go but up.

On a side note, I can't believe how much I am enjoying the process of persistently sucking until I gradually reach the level of not-so-sucky aka awesome (depending on how you look at it).  I haven't enjoyed that process on flute for years and all of the sudden I'm enjoying practicing an instrument?  And not on the one that I supposedly really qualify as awesome?  Stupid brain you make no sense.