I.O.I. #1: My ECE (Critical Thesis for grad school) is done, submitted, and accepted. Boom! It was a nail-biter there for awhile, but we got there in the end. So now I'm in the process (and by "in the process" I mean it's been sitting in a pot on a back burner getting black and gloppy) of changing the MLA formatting over into Chicago-style formatting so I can start submitting it to different journals and magazines in the hopes of it finding a home for publication. Because if I spent that much brain-power, tears, hours, and tubs of Nutella writing the darn thing, I'm at least gonna push it out into the world and see what it's made of. The Wright brothers didn't build a flying machine just for it to sit in a field and look interesting. Let's let this baby do what it's been built for! (I'll let you know what happens.)
[ASIDE: anyone an expert in Chicago-style formatting that wants to format my essay? My brain is in the midst of at least its second implosion, and it's starting to get dark and scary in here.]
I.O.I. #3: And speaking of being snowed in, I have finally gotten over my loathing of the Rainbow Loom. I got my two oldest girls these looms (that I found at Ollies for $5) on which you make bracelets and necklaces by weaving little rubber bands together. My kids are crafty--in all senses of the word, really--and I thought it'd be something to hold their interest and keep them busy while being home-bound, building something pretty rather than badgering each other to death. Well, the instructions in English that came with the loom were written by someone who does not actually speak English. So I had to go onto YouTube to find an instructional video. And apparently there's a billion different designs you can make with these bracelets. The design my kids wanted to do was termed "advanced." (That should have been a red flag. Unfortunately, red is my favorite color so this flag gave me no pause.) It was a starburst design that requires the patience of Job and the nimble fingers of Rumpelstiltskin. I have neither. So for two weeks we tried to master this bracelet--but it required the girls loading up their looms with the rubber bands (in the PERFECT order and sequence as advised by the 11-year-old who is doing the YouTube instructional video. urg.) and then I had to take the hook and do all the weaving because it was too hard for the little ones. And, to put it mildly, it didn't always work out. After hours of painful concentration and admonitions of "stop asking when I'll be done or I'll bury this loom out in the snow and you won't find it til Spring", we would end up with a shambles of a bracelet that may or may not stay together long enough for my daughter to put it around her wrist. To paint you a picture, we managed to make 3 bracelets in 2 weeks of arduous work. The cost-benefit ratio was way out of whack. Finally I had a brainstorm: find an easier design. Back to YouTube. Scoure all the How To's (all by 11-year-olds). And finally, success! Now my kids are delightfully occupied making bracelets they are able to do all by their big selves, which frees me to up to, I don't know, eat more Nutella and do more laundry. (Okay, I'm still rethinking my position on this whole thing.)
I.O.I. #4: Shirley Temple has just passed away. This is very sad. Not only was she an icon, I felt like she was also a friend. Her dancing and singing and throwing ashes all over the pernicious Lavinia in The Little Princess was an integral part of my childhood. I watched this movie on auto-repeat with my grandma when my sisters and I would sleep overnight at her house (We watched avidly both The Little Princess and The Apple Dumpling Gang--ah, good stuff). Although I guess back then there wasn't auto-repeat--we had to take the VHS tape out of the VCR, put it in the separate rewinder machine, listen to it whir, and wait for it to pop open so we could watch this magical movie all over again. (Now I feel old--like my parents must feel when they talk about 8 track tapes and their first ride in a horseless carriage.) So anytime I hear Shirley Temple mentioned I think of my grandma, and despite the sadness of Ms. Temple's passing, the thought of my grandma makes me smile. Because Grandma was hilarious. Because she could make a pouty face with her lower lip stuck out (which we called a "shippy") that looked exactly like Shirley's. Because she sang "Animal Crackers in My Soup"--which until today is a song that I thought my grandma had made up, because she tended to make up silly songs to make us laugh. Now I know that it originated with Shirley, which makes me feel an even stronger affinity for Ms. Temple. So, as I sit and smile and think on memories of Grandma (who I'm sure is in heaven keeping everyone entertained), I'll leave you to enjoy Shirley in an encore presentation of "Animal Crackers In My Soup".
Stay warm, everyone!