Thursday, September 27, 2007

It's Not Like You Think

Until I get the footage I desire, I will be keeping a video camera in my bed. Don't start jumping to conclusions, oh you whose minds so easily slide into the gutter. It's to get a video of my cat snoring. Or dreaming, which is even better because it involves sound and movement. So you can, um, be looking forward to that. And in the meantime, you can go stock up on some kitty cat sweatshirts.

For me.

For Christmas.

I am so going to be one of those old ladies.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Slow and Steady Wins the Race

Jarod's former roommate not only didn't pay his rent for July, which is the last month he was to occupy his room here, but also left his stuff through the entire month of August. We badgered him into sending a donation service to pick up his furniture, and the rest we bagged ourselves and dropped off at Goodwill, an entire Honda Civic back seat and trunk full. We've been assured that he will pay the rent for July eventually, and while I understand that things come up and sometimes it's difficult to make all your payments on time, I find I'm still a little bit pissed about the whole deal, especially the part where we kept calling and texting to ask him what was going on and got no response. I see much more of this in our future if we ever hope to see the July rent. So I've been putting his mail, which has not been forwarded yet, in a small box on top of the enclosed cat litter pan. I also plan to use the George Foreman grill he left behind with wild abandon.

Revenge is sweet, especially when it yields some very tasty chicken.

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This morning I spent upwards of two hours opening and sorting mail, and I've still got a small stack left. You may think this is quite impossible, or wonder what sort of multi-level marketing schemes we've signed on for in order to receive that much mail, but it's not what it seems. This is mail that has been accumulating since January. Yes, I said January, and yes, it is September. You are not confused about the passage of time.

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I am slowly digging us out of disorganization, but it is taking longer than I'd like. I may need a lot more cupcakes in order to get through. Also possibly another Ron Sexsmith album. I'll let you know.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

The Sound of the Washer Finishing Its Cycle Will Be My Cue to Finish This Post

If you were to ask me what I've eaten today, I would say, "Hershey's Kisses!" If you were to ask if that was all? Seriously? Just Hershey's Kisses? I would say, "Yep." And if you'd been reading this blog for very long at all, you'd know that I am telling the truth, and you would not question me further, except to question my sanity.

Hi! We're back! And my house! Is a disaster!

Also my cat's eye is seeping liquid, probably because she likes to chase the broom when I sweep. So in between attacking the laundry, putting (or throwing) crap away, I'm trying to sneak up on her and wipe her eye off. Neither one of us is enjoying it.

I'm going to have two jobs this fall, and one of them is housewife. Because the house needs it. I've been tempted to take before and after shots, but I'm afraid that if I actually capture an image of the chaos, I might sink into a deep depression and not emerge until spring.

I might not emerge until spring anyhow, but that's because I'll be too busy organizing. I'll keep you posted on my progress, and maybe I'll take some after shots once we're all settled. Don't hold your breath on that one, though, because I fear you'll be holding it a long time, and might suffer ill effects. In the meantime, if you'd like to look at photos of something else, I've got a small honeymoon set going over at flickr. I've got tons more to process and upload, so check back from time to time for much, much more.

Oh, look, there's the laundry.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

There is Nothing New to Report

We are still on our honeymoon. We are still in Nice. We are still sitting in the same square every evening, using the same WiFi connection. We are boring. And it's good.

There are a lot of places one can get to from Nice, and in Nice there are numerous things to see and do and explore and experience. Yet we have done very few things outside of Nice other than a brief afternoon trip to Antibes and a truncated trip to Monaco (we made it only to Cap d'Ail), and in Nice itself we've been to a few museums, but have rejected just as many as we've seen. We have spent the mornings with our eyes shut and heads firmly planted on our pillows, rarely seeing beyond what is visible from our rooftop balcony until past one in the afternoon. We spend our days wandering Nice, mostly Old Town, where we are staying. We have tried quite a few different patisseries but have otherwise been regulars for our other needs and wants. The crepes at Fenocchio have yet to disappoint, so I see no reason to try them elsewhere. The beach at the east end of the Promenade seems less crowded, so we spread our discount leopard beach towels (we forgot to bring ours from home) there. Old Town is familiar, so we feel no need to venture far from there.

For us this has been perfect. While I'm certain that some might see it as a waste of our ten days to be so close to so many things yet fail to see them, in my mind it has been to our benefit to just take it easy. There aren't a lot of times in life when we are free to just relax, to have no agenda and no need to rush. To have this time in a place that is so beautiful, and to use that time to make it a place of familiarity and ease, has been ideal.

Tomorrow will be our last full day here. Our flight takes us away in the morning hours of Thursday.

We'll miss it for sure.

it was all yellow

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Are Honeymoons are Supposed to be Exciting?

Every couple has things they are good at doing together. We are no different. So far we have discovered two things we're very good at doing. The first is sleeping twelve hours straight every night (we're practically experts at this, and please don't be jealous, as I'm quite certain you can aspire to greatness like ours someday) and the second is...well...this:

fountain + wifi + me = ultimate dorknicity

i hog the ibook, so jarod must use his iphone

Here we are in beautiful Nice, France, surfing the internet.

Mary & Jarod: Raising the Dork Bar, One WiFi Connection at a Time

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Antibes: The Florida of France

Yesterday we took the train west to visit Musee Picasso in Antibes. The only interest I had in Antibes was to visit the museum, so it was quite a disappointment when we arrived to find that it was closed for renovation until next summer. We decided to explore a bit and make the best of it anyhow, even though I was possibly pouting a bit at the thought of all those Picassos being unavailable to me. As we walked around, I couldn't help but feel that I'd been there before, or at least been somewhere like it. Which is odd, really, since on the Riviera I've never wandered west of Nice. And then it hit me: This was the French version of Cocoa Beach, Florida. The tourist trap shops, the non-descript buildings, the well-manicured lawns, the nearby water...the senior citizens. We had found the Riviera hotspot for the retired. And also those who would like to buy a yacht in a well-appointed showroom.

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It seems we've become regulars already in a few choice spots, including, but not limited to:
1. Fenocchio Maitre Glacier (I prefer the chocolat banane crepe.)
2. Spar (all manner of cheap delicious things, including sparkling limonade and fair trade chocolate)
3. Kebab Izmir (where I am still trying to figure out how to order the fries with the kebab, not in the kebab)
4. The square where we can get WiFi. We'll sit at a table if there's one available, but leaning against the fountain is just fine, too.

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Things we have seen other people doing, in which we have not participated:
1. Parasailing
2. Renting Sea Doos to tool around the coastal waters
3. Sunbathing topless
4. Boarding yachts
5. Riding motorcycles while wearing stylish pumps

I guess we're kind of boring.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Should You Feel Pangs of Jealousy, I'd Like to Assure You That Your Response is Appropriate

Every day the temperature tops out at seventy-seven degrees fahrenheit. The sun is always shining. I eat fresh pastries every morning for breakfast, and the name of at least one of them contains the word "chocolat." Is this heaven?

hanging out

it's getting to be supper time

nice from above

I think maybe it is.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Bonjour from the Riviera!

Oh, um, hi. Where was I? Am I? What?

Turns out weddings pretty much consume your existence if you're decorating the reception venue yourself and also preparing the food yourself (with help--LOTS of help--of course). The whole thing feels like a very long race, probably not unlike the Badwater Ultramarathon, which begins in Death Valley and ends halfway up Mount Whitney. I've never tried that one, of course, but considering that planning and executing a wedding was way harder than running Pikes Peak, I think Badwater is definitely the best illustration of the kind of energy it takes. But in the end, it's all worth it. At Badwater, if you finish in time you get a belt buckle. In wedding planning (if it's your own wedding, that is), in the end you get to be married.

we're pretty much rock stars

Oh, and also, if you're us, you get to be in France pretty shortly thereafter. And that's pretty awesome, too.

Photos and more to come, of course, once I get my face out of this giant vat of gelato.

(One more photo for the road. You're welcome.)