Scene from a marriage

Paul: It's really hot. Is it really hot in here?
Andrea: Yep.
Paul: We should go get ice cream. Want to go get ice cream?
Andrea: No......
Paul: What do you want to get, then?
Andrea: Central air.

I'm a Sunday dork

I really, really dig Sunday. I think that means I'm a real grown-up now. I always used to look at my mom and dad with a sort of puzzled admiration/frustration (admiration when I was trying hard to be good, frustration when they wouldn't let me do something I wanted to do), and wondered when that happened- when one started getting really, really into Sunday being a special day. I'm not sure when it happened, but somewhere along the line the ads in the Sunday paper stopped being the main attraction, and I started really looking forward to some time for reflection, prayer, time to talk to my family, tease my brothers about getting married, think about how I can change and improve, and think about what I'm doing that's good.....I love it!!! I totallycompletelyreally love it. I am now a huge, huge Sunday Dork. I don't even care who knows it. What did it? I mean, I AM nearly 28 years old, but I don't think that's what did it.....maybe part of it is living in New York, being surrounded by crazy, loud, extreme things constantly. I love having a day devoted to quiet moments, time to appreciate the things that mean the most to me. It seems that every time I talk to my dad I always find myself very near to tears, overwhelmed with the simple, pure love he has for his family. He is always so eager to express love and gratitude and pride in his family's achievements, and I feel so very near to what I think heaven must be like when he talks about family. See??? I'm so grown up now. I'm going to go give Paul a raspberry now.

Blogging is fun

I've just set up this blog, right? I've been talking about this for months, making all kinds of empty promises, and last night, around 11:00pm, I threw caution to the wind and set up a blog. That's right, I am now the proud parent of.... a blog. How do you think I felt, setting up this blog? Elated, thrilled at all of my new blogging possibilities? No, instead, I felt........terror. I sat at the computer, frozen. All the delightful thoughts that had been chasing around my brain for the last few months were gone and I found myself consumed by a slightly queasy, uncomfortably warm feeling (which could very well be due to the 200% humidity and lack of air conditioning). I thought to myself that I hadn't a thing to write about. The thing is, this is absolutely untrue. I saw a blond pig-tailed girl roller skating yesterday- I could write about that, right? I saw a wheelchair bound woman barreling down the street, blowing a deafeningly loud whistle at all in her path-surely this is post-worthy....and yet, nothing inspired. Unable to take the yucky clammy warm feeling brought 0n by blog induced stress and lack of air conditioning, I left the apartment to run some errands and while pondering what to blog about I had this epiphany: blogging is fun! Blogging is supposed to be enjoyable! No blogging police is going to arrest me if I should fail to solve the worlds problems, and if I'm reading them right, I don't think my friends will stop talking to me if I don't write Pulitzer Prize winning stuff here. Right, guys?? Guys??? What if there really is a blogging police??? On the other hand, I've heard that conspiracy theory blogs do quite well.....