I'm watching Rear Window right now and it's making me smile.  I can relate to the beautiful Lisa Fremont who's in love with her own occasionally-grumpy camera bum.  I'm not exactly the fashionable model Grace Kelly (an $1100 dress would probably cause me to faint), but I do admire her.  And luckily Eric doesn't have a broken leg or things could get interesting in a homicidal neighbor way.


But anyway.


My parents have been gone a while, looking after Dad's parents.  Grandma fell and broke her hip, and things looked a little risky for her for a bit, but she rallied, and Dad says she's going to be okay.  Long recovery, but that sounds way better than the alternative.  It's been pretty stressful on everyone, and I think we're all looking forward to normalcy.  Soonest.


In the meantime, Jack and I have been looking after ourselves (newsflash: we are low maintenance cooks).  I also have to remember to water the plants and do dishes, Jack does trash and gets the mail.  Yay temporary roommates!  I have no idea what we'll do about the lawn, but I'm sure it'll be fine.  Sadly, it took us five days to get the mailbox open.  We're dysfunctional but functional?  Oh, well, the house is still standing, we haven't killed the cars, each other, or anything else, and, um, yeah.


Aside from our domestic hysterics (wee!), I went to the Champions Workshop last weekend with all the lovely people from Minnesota, Mike and Eve, Dee and Jeremy-Many=Names.  They were all great.  Mike and Jeremy are really fun dancers, especially Jeremy.  I danced with him twice and he likes to play.  That's so rare but fun.  Eve is very sweet, and Dee is just wonderfully sassy.  She taught us to groove, and I'll admit that I probably look like a total goof working my hips but I love it.  I need more groovy swing and blues.  And someone to dance with me to that music, but it would work alone.  We also got to watch the Heartland Hepcat and the Cowtown Cow hang out, dance, play Rock Band.  Good times.


Otherwise work is work.  I'm excited for Sunflower Swing, getting away for a little while, seeing my other grandpa, and maybe shopping?  I feel like I need something pretty to wear.  I love my new purple shoes (even if they cost me more than a pair of Aris Allens), and after learning from Mike, Eve, Dee, and Jeremy, I'm pretty psyched to keep learning dance.  I still love it.  I wish I had more time and money and ability to devote to it.  I fear the infamous game of Bases I went to over Memorial Day has done something to my leg.  Or it could be stress, I'm not really sure.  My left leg hurts, I do know that.  But yeah, more dancing.  Dance, dance, dance.  I don't know if I'll get to STL this summer, as I'd like to, but maybe I'll just save it up for Nevermore in November.


One never knows.


I wish I could dress and look more like Grace Kelly.  So glamorous, though I don't know if would do me much good.  I think I'll stick to being just me.  It's worked so far.

Oh, boy.  I meant to start this yesterday but just as I was processing what I wanted to blog about, my mom came home in tears.   Long story short, my grandpa is terminally ill.  I'm not going to talk about it much here, and certainly not now.  Just that if I'm more than usually erratic for the next month, there's a reason.


Aside from all of that, I really just wanted to gush about my wonderful boyfriend and my delightful dearest friends.  Terry has decided to go to grad school in California, and finally someone came to his senses and started dating her.  He sounds pretty sweet, which she deserves so much.  And as for Eric, he just makes me smile.  Sometimes I feel really selfish in our relationship, but he's good to me all the same.  But I really try, I just haven't got it all figured out.


Other than that...I'm getting a little burned out with all the social stuff I've been going to lately.  I guess I'm just feeling a little pressured with all the social functions, with all that goes along with it.  That and it seems like everyone I know lives a half an hour away from me.  


Okay, done now.  Blog more later.

Well, this is the first time using the new blogger system-format-thingy and I'm already bemused by it.  Hopefully I can remember what's happened in the last few weeks despite the change.  Eep.


On the upshot, I can type in courier.  Why is that not my default font?!  Whatever, moving on to real stuff.


The last weekend in March was Kaleb's mystery partay, which had (according to the invite) a Princess Bride Downton Abbey Final Four March Madness theme.  Yep.  Be confused.  I was hoping for a Thin Man theme, but that's just because I want to wear my prom dress again.  On the other hand, my costume for my character of Pvt. Yellin the guard of Florin (I AM THE WARRIOR!!!), I did work in my pretty purple printed corset, and the Dread Pirate Roberts boots.  The party was really fun, if a bit confusing.  Everyone looked awesome, we are a group that knows how to dress.  The weird part was that we didn't always know what was going on, and info kind of trickled its way to you, and I still don't know how, but I managed to be one of the winners for good guesses?  I have no idea, but it got me a new book to add to my out-of-control library.  It was also really warm that evening (when has it been 90 in March in Omaha?  Never since I've been there), so my costume worked pretty well (I decided not to wear tights or leggings, and the venue was well air-conditioned).  However, we went home after the party, and I was very glad to get out of my corset.  People talk about the great feeling of getting the bra off at the end of the day, a corset is about ten times better feeling. 

In a quick aside, in reading my book by Dita Von Teese, she talks about the small scars on her back from all the tight-lacing, and after wearing mine for about four hours, I can see how that would be an issue.  I had some pretty intense red marks.  However, no permanent damage.  I'm just a casual corset wearer...as much as a corset can be casual.

Anyway, the next week was fine.  Cecily and I have been discussing possible living spots, and apparently the townhouse next to Adam's is for rent, so at some point, we'll get out acts together and go look for someplace to live.  Or go to the zoo, that would be fun too.  But first, Easter!  I didn't do the whole holy week like last year, but I did make it to mass on Saturday night to watch Eric get confirmed.  I am fascinated that there aren't more fire issues, with the candles in the dark and such.  I definitely dripped wax all over my hands despite precautions, but perhaps the church's carpet is fire proof.  Anyway, once mass was over, Eric was allowed to have ice cream again so we headed over to Frank's house for that.  Frank also made midnight breakfast, and we watched the tail end of the Ten Commandments.  Moses parted the Red Sea, Dathon built the golden idol, Joshua Man saved Lillia again, and God smote the unholy for behaving like idiots, and it was pretty good.  One of these days, I'm actually going to have time to watch the WHOLE THING.  I don't think I've ever done that.  I either catch the first half, when Moses is cast into the desert, or the second half, when Moses comes back to Egypt and gives Pharoah Yul Brynner what-for. 

Okay, for the record, my favorite way to watch that movie is with my brother Jack.  Of course, we are probably totally blaspheming when we do watch it together.

Anyway, that week my dad also went to check on my grandparents.  Grandma wasn't feeling good, and Grandpa needed some help, so enter Dad.  He was a little spooked going down there, but everything came together, so I think things will be fine.  Plus my dad has his aunt and a few cousins nearby, so they can help my grandparents in a more immediate time frame than Dad would from Omaha.  Jack's been having kind of a rough time too, but I think he'll be okay.  He just needs a little stability and for bad things to stop happening to people.  I'm sure somebody will get right on that.

Last weekend, Eric and I went to his friend Rachel's wedding, which was totally awesome.  I don't know Rachel very well, but I make a good wedding guest.  Eric was one of many photographers, and despite the intense storm that went on during the wedding, it was a lovely wedding.  I didn't cry much, which is best for everyone.  I think Jason and Rachel did a great job, and hopefully they're on the straight road to happiness.  They certainly have a good start.

And so wedding season has kicked off.  I think I have three more, one for sure, the other two are just possibilities.  And I'm sure there are more that I haven't been informed of yet, but hey. 

Oh my goodness, where does the time go?  April's more than half over, I need to read for book club, start arranging any summer plans to be, taxes are done, Holmes's plates have been updated, and I'm sure there are other things I need to do.  Work remains its usual work self, though soon I shall a larger desk to hide things.

And hey, new shoes this week!

Let's blog about Valentine's Day.  Yes, I am going to be that person.  Yes, you should be prepared to vomit with all the cuteness to follow.

I kind of left the Valentine's planning up to Eric, mostly because I was dealing with my grandma's funeral and getting back to work, and still coming to grips with the notion that he really was going to be my boyfriend.  Seriously, it's taken some time to get used to, not in a bad way, more like, wow, we really are doing this OMG YAY!!! way.  I'm really happy.  Valentine's day itself I managed to get out of my Jitterbugs operations board meeting (I don't really know what we do other than talk about stuff, but Ian is very smart and energetic, so I dig him), then I went to Eric's for dinner.  Chicken paprikash by request, and I brought his Valentine's day present, a particularly clever card (at least I thought so), and a gift card of ice cream (though he's given it up for Lent, so I guess it'll be April before he has some).  We had a lovely dinner and despite his promises, Troy did not do a shot every time Eric and I kissed.  Our quiet evening was only slightly interrupted by Frank, who was bringing over Kate, potentially Eric and Troy's new roommate.  It's an interesting story, but we'll see how it goes.  My reaction to everything was more like annoyance at our date being interrupted.  Oh well.

Eric also gave me flowers.  I *heart* that.  And him.

Thursday was our "official" going out, dressed up, fancy dinner Valentine's day celebration.  Eric and I met at the 801 Chophouse, which was very nice, he wore a suit and he brought me more flowers, and after we'd been sitting for about five minutes to consider what to eat...the fire alarm began going off.  Thankfully we were not evacuated, and there wasn't a serious emergency as we later found out.  The food was super tasty.  I haven't had onion soup that good in quite some time.  Also, the time together to talk and hold hands was just lovely.  I really like hanging out with my boyfriend.

Now I'm starting to annoy myself with the cuteness.

We also got to talk to Chef Brian, who is my kind of chef, similar to my big brother and my two cousins, laid back, likes his food, and willing to make you eat it.  He managed to talk Eric into dessert, which was an enormous slice of cheesecake that we couldn't finish despite combined efforts, but we also ate a lot of steak preceding it.  We also found out the source of the fire alarm, a very hot pan not under the proper ventilation system.  Oh, work place shenanigans.  Also, the restaurant is inside a really gorgeous apartment building with an awesome Deco lobby.  Ah, luxury that I don't really want to pay for, but maybe just borrow for an hour or two for pictures.

And I didn't really do much until the weekend, game night, shopping, and the like.  I'm kind of tired.  Maybe I'll write more later.

Wowee, it has been a manic couple of weeks...again.  I seem to vacillate between being too busy to post or too bored.  Silly me.  Well, here we go.

At the beginning of the month, my grandma for whom I am named went into the hospital because she was having a lot of trouble eating and as much as I should state all the details, it's really hard to think about, so I'll skip to the end and say that after a week in the hospital and a lot of issues, she passed away.  It was sad, but I know she's in a better place, and my mom and her siblings and my grandpa made sure she was never alone, and she went away in peace with grandpa holding her hand, so I think it'll be okay.  I was a little annoyed that I found out via facebook...in fact I was pretty upset at the time, but I'm over that.  I'm more upset about my grandma being gone.  When I saw her laid out at her rosary, all I could think was that wasn't my grandma.  I mean, it was, but she didn't lie down like that, she was always active and alert and looking after all of us.  The pictures made me feel better, because that WAS my grandma.  I was sad, and I cried a lot at different times, certain things set me off, and I'm still sad when I think about how I won't be able to see her anymore, but I know she's at peace, and she's watching out for me, and all of us.  The priest made me very happy by calling her a lovely and gracious woman, because that is exactly what she was.

In the meantime, the rosary and funeral meant everyone would be gathered together, and even though I prefer weddings and baptisms and anniversaries, it was nice to see everyone.  I love my cousins.  And my cousin Matthew and his lovely wife Jayna let me play with their new little one, Janie Lou, which helped me get through a lot of the rosary.  My wonderful sister-in-law got me through the funeral.  I have a great family, and I have to admit that I'm pretty lucky.

Family news aside, I'm pretty lucky in other ways.  The job still treats me pretty well, though this new car management assignment is a bit too ambiguous for my taste, but I'm sure we'll figure it out.  I got my bonus and my raise, which is always the awesome part of the year.  I have to meet with the head cheese tomorrow (take that however you like), but I think it'll be okay, I just need to look nice and bring a notebook.  Jack and Heather had their birthdays, Jack liked his present, I still need to mail Heather's, but since she has yet to mail my Christmas present, we figure everything will get where it needs to go soon enough.

The other wonderful news is that I have a boyfriend now.  Eric asked me to make plans with him for Valentine's day, and for the first time in almost 27 years, I will have a date for that particular holiday.  He's also been supportive and sweet while I'm missing my grandma, and he plans to spoil me.  For the first week, it almost didn't feel real, since it was something I dreamt about so many times.  But it certainly seems to be happening, and I feel so happy I can't stop smiling sometimes.  I keep waiting for someone to come up to me and flick my ear and tell me to knock it off.  I just adore him, and I don't always feel like I deserve it, but apparently he does, so I will defer to him.  Expect to be totally annoyed by our cuteness.  I plan to make everyone vomit with sappiness.

Now go listen to "L-O-V-E" by Nat King Cole and feel the way I do.