She Moves in Mysterious Ways

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Ginger ale

Why is is so hard to make Ginger Ale taste like fucking ginger ale. Canada Dry is disgusting and so is Seagrams Ginger Ale. The only shit worth getting is Schwepps.

I swear to god that Seagram's Ginger ale is sprite that they just packaged differently.

Ugh

Cecile

Adeiu Sweet Quilt Adeiu

So recently I found a quilt that Mark's grandmother Hannan made for my ex and I on our wedding almost 7 years ago. It was painstakingly made by hand, and had the date of our marriage sewed onto the back. It's very detailed and was clearly made with skill and attention.

When Mark and I were separating, he left the house and I packed up all my stuff while he was gone. I threw away a lot of stuff from our life together. Several months later he called to ask me about the quilt which I told him I threw away and thought I actually did.

Fast forward 3 years into the future and as I was going through some boxes several months ago in the basement I ran across the quilt.

Because of recent developments, I've decided I'm neither keeping the quilt nor giving it back. I've decided to photo document it's destruction and have thought of many creative ways expedite it's demise. Here are just a few...

Using it as a bib
Using it to dry off the dog after a bath
"Accidentally" shutting in the door of my car and dragging it for miles
cut it into maxi pads
spilling nail polish on it
playing tug o war with the dog
using it as an oven mitt
Deseeding jalepenos on it
using it to put out grease fires
bath mat
cut a hole in it and use it as a poncho

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Don't Look Back in Anger

Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don't you know you might find
A better place to play
You said that you'd never been
But all the things that you've seen
Will slowly fade away

So I start a revolution from my bed
'Cause you said the Brains I had went to my head
Step outside the summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

So Sally can wait, she knows it's too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger
I heard you say

Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows, if it's night or day.
Please don't put your life in the hands
Of a Rock 'n Roll band
Who'll throw it all away

I'm gonna start the revolution from my bed
'Cos you said the Brains I had went to my head
Step outside cos summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
Cos you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

So Sally can wait, she knows it's too late as she's walking on by.
My soul slides away, but don't look back in anger
I heard you say

So Sally can wait, she knows it's too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger
I heard you say

And So Sally can wait, she knows it's too late and she's walking on by
My soul slides away, but don't look back in anger, don't look back in anger
I heard you say

At least not today.

What's in a Name

Today I had a friend call me Cece. I don't have too many people remaining in my life that still call me that. In my adult life I've started being called Cecile. Jeff calls me Cec or Cecile, and maybe sometimes Cece. I think a couple of Jeff's friends call me Cece.

Cece is my nickname that I've had since as long as I can remember and I've only been called Cecile in my adult life from about college onward. When I introduce myself to new people I introduce myself as Cecile and if you become important enough to call me Cece then you earn that right. There are some people who call me Cece who don't deserve to. Cece is what I'm called to friends and the people I'm close to and who care about me. Calling me Cece when you aren't in that group of people is almost an insult.

Cecile