Archive for March, 2006
I’ve procrastinated long enough. It is high time I made a decision about what the hell I’m going to wear to this wedding on Saturday.
Why fret do you ask? Why on earth is this such a difficult decision?
(first I use “ditty” recently and now “fret”? What is WRONG with me?)
Well, for one the problem is that it’s me making this decision. I like to make clothing and accessory decisions more difficult than they really should be. But mostly the problem is because there are a few unconventional things to consider:
- the ceremony will be followed by a “Casual BBQ party”
- it is requested that attendees wear “comfy picnic clothes”
- it will be an OUTDOOR event, rain will not cancel
- and even though this bears no significance on what I will wear, I felt it necessary to point out that it is noted in the evite that this will be an “alcohol free family event” so that I can gleam the appropriate amount of sympathy for going to an event where there will be lots of screaming kids and NO ALCOHOL
So, in short, what I am presented with here is: A MAJOR DILEMMA
What the hell do I wear?
I feel very odd about wearing jeans to a wedding. But I almost feel as though I have no choice considering it will be outside and WET. Even if it doesn’t rain ON the day in question, it has been raining for like the past 212 days which means everything will be damp.
And what if it does rain? I don’t exactly feel excited about hanging around outside wearing a cute spring-y top. So what? Do I go clad in jeans, and a fuzzy sweater? Sport some boots and a rain coat? Hell, why don’t I grab myself one of those ponchos they wear to outdoor sporting events when it rains. Maybe I’ll paint my face while I’m at it and throw on a big foam finger.
“Hey Bride lady…what are your colors? Yea…I’m painting my face for the wedding and I thought it would be cute if I matched your theme.”
(Does one even have colors when they throw a BBQ reception?)
Who the hell plans for an OUTDOOR wedding in early April anyway? Huh? HUH? Ever hear the phrase “April showers brings May flowers”? Yea, funny thing about that saying. They said it because there is usually a good chance we get RAIN in APRIL.
Stupid. This is so frick-frick-FRICKEN stupid.
And NO alcohol.
So even if I end up dressed totally inappropriately, there will be no alcohol to both sooth my annoyance and warm me from within.
And the kids? Oh my god, there will be swarms of them. And half of which have all kinds of developmental disorders…
And no alcohol.
Did I mention that part?
Ok, so apparently Junket is not a commonly known desert item.
I’ve gotten a couple “what the fuck is Junket?” comments since my last post.
Well, it’s yumminess basically. It’s a tasty little treat that my grandmother used to make every day as a snack for my sister and I.
Back when technically having a “desert” for an afternoon snack was considered not only acceptable but downright typical. Gotta miss those days. Having desert for a snack nowadays may be typical for most American kids, however it is looked upon shamefully and with disgust considering the Nation’s issue with childhood obesity.
You know what? To that I say make them run their little asses around for a while occasionally – you’re not going to stay a healthy weight sitting on your duff playing Grand Theft Auto 27 all day long.
And there I go with the digressing already.
Observe how overtly dedicated the manufacturer has stayed to maintaining their level of marketing trendiness:
And their website only backs me up on this even more.
Yes, people. We apparently still reside in the 70’s.
So yes, Junket does still in fact exist – much to my pleasure.
I shall have to locate it and make some. It appears I may have to actually order it online as I have not noticed it gracing many grocery store shelves in my area.
And to answer the question “what the fuck is Junket?”, according to the website it’s a:
“Superb product that can be used to prepare various delightful desserts for the whole family to enjoy!”
Wee fun! It makes me want to go right out and have a superbly delightful experience with my whole family!
But more specifically it’s these little tablets that looks like pills – and when you add them to scalded milk they dissolve and by means that can only be explained by using words such as “magic!” and “miraculously!” the milk solidifies into a sweet custard-y likeness. The kind that reminds me of He-Man and She-Ra, Smurfs, and all the other fabulous 80’s shows that came on between the hours of 3pm and 5pm, Monday through Friday.
And there we have it.
Ring any bells?
Jello 123 is one of those things that I am aware existed. The name itself does not register ignorance or stupification on my part.
However, this past weekend it was made clear to me that while I am familiar with this little diddy from the past – I had NO IDEA what the hell it was or, most importantly, DID.
(Did I just say “diddy”?)
People – it is a magically layered gelatinous desert that is made just like jello. Only it’s layered? Layers people! It’s fancy, and different, and I apparently had no idea that such a fanciness ever existed.
Not until I was digging through our pantry and discovered 2 faded pink little boxes that had obviously been designed by marketers living in the 80’s.
My Husband, you see…he had these from who knows how long ago. And they have just sat in our pantry all this time, untouched, unblended, unLAYERED.
Naturally I was curious. I was dubious, in fact, that I was somehow familiar with this product, but had no clue what the product was or did.
(This is, as it turns out, how I recall most of the 80’s. Vague recollection, many familiarities, but limited memories or actual knowledge of what things existed or how they worked)
So I got out the blender.
And I followed the directions very carefully – not wanting to mess with the magic.
And as I poured the frothy jello like fluid into cups…there was layering.
They were layering all on their own.
There was no intervention on my part required. They merely layered into 3 separate layers, one red, one pink, and one white.
I’m thinking that’s where the “123″ comes into play. I could be wrong, but I have a strong suspicion.
(like how I’m now inserting my thoughts amongst my blogging?)
And then my husband goes and Google’s “jello 123″ and discovers that Jello is no longer manufacturing the delightful little product due to “limited interest” on the consumer’s part.
To that I say “balk!” and “Scoff!” and “WHATEVER!”.
Are the “consumer’s” aware of the magical layering? Because it seems obvious to me that perhaps if Jello were more clear about this in their marketing of the product then perhaps the “limited interest” would become “well received by the public” and then I would be able to buy this stuff whenever I wanted to.
(I mean, it’s not like I’m not already just thinking out loud…like, what else is blogging if it’s not thinking out loud?)
But now I can probably only acquire this stuff off of ebay. Which I’m not inclined to do considering how skeptical I was at using our own box given how old it was. Why would I want to buy someone else’s ancient Jello product that has god only knows what kind of insects nesting in it?
(and now I’m just distracting you from some pretty scintillating contemplation on my part)
So I’ll just make up the last box with a heavy heart, knowing that it will be the last Jello 123 I will ever consume. Perhaps even document the experience.
Maybe I’ll start reviving old deserts from the 70’s and 80’s.
Next week we will be discussing Junket.
Wait. Does anyone know if you can still buy Junket?
So a girl might think that she’s pretty busy. She might think that between her hypothetical job, her social life, her husband, her projects, and her two cats (one of which who vomits with the regularity of something that should be exorcised)…she might have puh-lenty of things to keep her occupied.
By the way – anyone got a good priest lying around that specializes in exorcisms?
She might even think that on top of everything that she maxes her days with, that she still did a good job maintaining regularity at the gym – enough to get a “Hey Mary!” every time she comes and goes – and still, at the end of the day, nurture a healthy addiction to wine and cuddling with her husband in front of Tivo.
The best friend goes and gets engaged.
And this girl?
She apparently decides the she can squeeze in obsessing over dresses, and colors, and flowers, photographers, sites, rings…pant pant…like it’s her own wedding all over again.
Seriously – planning weddings is fun.
And I WILL do it if it SUCKS the final free moments from my day.
Because I love this friend…
That and I get to help plan a wedding and not PAY for it. This is key.
But it also means I might periodically, GASP, defer on some of my, SHUDDER, projects.
Do not despair!
If you’ve ever witnessed the planning of a wedding you would know it goes in ebbs and flows. Or some crap like that.
So right now we’re flowing…to sites and more sites…and then some more sites again.
But then it will ebb a little. And we will return to our regular schedule projecting.
And doing projects too.
Oh! But I did try my hand at sheetrock recently! I’d show pictures but I have yet to magically move the pictures from our camera to the computer.
But then I can post them for the world to know just how handy I am with gypsum, joint compound, and a putty knife!
So I’m sure some of you have noticed the sudden silence on this blog.
And if you have followed my other blog, you might have assumed the sudden silence was because I suck, and am lame, and am just not blogging for whatever unacceptable reason.
But you would be wrong!
I mean, yes, I am guilty of those afflictions. But in this case, it’s not directly a result of said accusations!
It’s because we took some time off from the projects. It was rather involuntary actually. I make it sound like we took a vacation or something. Rather, Trevor has been inundated with schoolwork which left me somewhat high and dry when it comes to working on the Coach.
He’s, like, extremely handy or something…and I sort of use him for his brain and creepy ability to know just about anything and everything when it comes to electricity, plumbing, carpentry, or any other thing that ends in “y” or “ing” that involves restoring an RV.
But then I decided to strike out on my own!
Reclaim my independence!
Have some faith that I have learned enough to branch out on my own and not burn anything down. Or break something beyond fixing. Or maim myself to the extent that I might cry for my mother.
So I sat down and thought about all the things we have to do on the Coach, and then thought about all the things that didn’t require either a second set of hands, or the higher skills and education for which I rely so helplessly on my husband for.
And that is how I came up with this weekend’s project.
I installed a new microwave!
There once was a gaping hole where a microwave lived:
And along came a nice, brand new, fancy schmancy microwave that has NEW! and COOL! and revolutionary! Inverter Turbo Defrost technology!
And it made a nice little home in the previously gaping hole so Mary and Trevor could enjoy microwaved popcorn and reheated leftovers whenever they pleased:
*well…sort of. I still have to finish the trim around the edges. But hey! We have a microwave now and I did it without loosing a single finger, or breaking anything beyond repair.