:: Thursday, September 30, 2004 ::

"Why are you shaving in the dark?" (Bill Crosby to Ray Charles... not lyrics, I know, but this'll have to do)

Conan O'Brien as a mental patient: I'm having these dreams, I want to kill my brother...
Christopher Walken as a psychiatrist: Don't worry. Have a nectarine.

Much too late at night...
My loving husband to me: You're like a burrito, with feet sticking out.

Indeed.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 1:15 PM :: + ::

"It's times like these you learn to live again..." (Foo Fighters)

1.

Preacher: ...And what did Moses do when he saw those declinin' backslidin' never-mindin' sinners?
Congregation: What he do? What he do?
Preacher: Moses SMOTE those sinners in his wrath, yes he did!
Congregation: Yes he did! Amen!
Preacher: Y'all know what smote is?
Congregation: ::look collectively confused::
Preacher: I smite! You smite! He smites! We done SMOTE!
Congregation: That's right! Amen!

If you can tell me what this is from, you get a hundred gold stars. Even if you can't, I recommend doing a happy dance and using "smote" in your next 15 conversations.

2.

So Hurricane Jeanne came through yesterday. Even we could barely find news about it... I mean, when is Delaware ever worth a news story? At any rate, the storm did come through, flooding buildings, washing out roads, uprooting trees, touching down tornadoes, and leaving around 20,000 people in our neighborhood without power. I slept peacefully through it all while Daniel was trying not to die on his trip home through flooded highways. We're very grateful now to be living on a hill with an excellent drainage system.

3.

I was sitting here typing this when I thought I heard someone hiss in the next room. As I am not aware of anyone else who should have been in our apartment, I went to investigate. Lo and behold, a rather hateful squirrel was in our living room. I guess he somehow got in through our covered porch. He checked me out, hissed again, and vanished. ::sniff:: Come on, I don't bite.... hard.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 1:50 PM :: + ::

"There goes the world off of my shoulders..." (Lifehouse)

8:32a - Hop out of bed, feeling splendid
8:40a - Start making deluxe breakfast to help husband study for Biomed test
9:20a - Leisurely enjoy deluxe breakfast with aforesaid husband
9:40a - Finish eating; very pleased about all the protein, Vitamin C, and calcium now in my system -- Baby will be happy
9:40½a - Throw up entire breakfast
9:40¾a - Am starving
It's great to be pregnant! :)

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:: Bethany Bassett - 9:33 AM :: + ::

"Been holding out for a home life my whole life..." (John Mayer)

The time has come.
Go here.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 5:15 PM :: + ::

"The heart is a bloom, shoots up through the stony ground..." (U2)

This one's for the man who's lived in very close conditions with me for the past 15 months and has made each month better than the last. He's a treasure of a husband, the best friend I could ever hope for, and undisputable evidence of God's baffling kindness.

I love you like crazy!

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:: Bethany Bassett - 4:39 PM :: + ::

"Rain's the way you move now..." (Nick Drake)

Today is the kind of cozy made by the souls of raindrops turning the air silver and shimmering away all sounds. I don't often find rainy days melancholy... or maybe I just enjoy this particular brand of melancholy. It adds new worlds of value to lamps and peppermint tea and fuzzy leopard-print slippers.
And since my creative energy has taken a dismal turn today, here are some quotes from over the summer for your reading pleasure:
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Me to husband: "You're a better man than I am."
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19-yr-old cousin: "I get so confused with directions. When someone tells me to go south, I'm like, 'My south? His south?' I don't know!"
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Friend #1: "They got married on Friday?"
Friend #2: "Yeah, at 11."
Friend #1: "In the afternoon?"
Friend #2: "Yeah."
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Someone: "The scales in Europe make you feel great by weighing you in kilometers instead of pounds!"
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On the bus... Lady #1: "Oh look, it's raining!"
Lady #2: "What's raining?"

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:: Bethany Bassett - 2:25 PM :: + ::

"It could happen to you..." (Frank Sinatra)

Stupid Thursday has attacked my entire week. If a food item is burnable, I will undoubtedly burn it (regardless of whether it's on the stove or not). If an Item of Great Importance is forgettable, I will remember everything in the world but it. If a cabinet door is open or a pot handle is sticking off the counter, I will manage to bring my skull into quick contact with it. If I get up in the middle of the night for a drink, I will boomerang against sharp objects on very opposite sides of the room to get to the door, and then I will open the door into my face. If I want to cross the room during the day, the same thing generally happens. I forget words I should know (like "breakfast" and "steering wheel"), and I lose everything.
This is just a friendly warning: Early Onset Alzheimers is lurking about, and it could come for you next! Duh duh duhhhhhh....

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:: Bethany Bassett - 10:52 PM :: + ::

"A little shy and sad of eye but very wise was he..." (David Bowie)

I've been almost busy enough lately to convince myself that I have a glorious and dazzling social life. I've found a church, been to the doctor, visited a jazz club, babysat, wandered downtown Philly, gone to a genuine Civil War reenactment, watched "Hero" (::insert shameless plug here::), attended a graduate engineering student picnic, reunioned with family, and done laundry twice.
To my deepest regret, I have not blogged, cleaned out my fridge, replied to e-mails, played my new piano, gone to the park, fixed Toby's tailight, or written the book in my head. Life is funny sometimes... with a few exceptions, I would much rather have been doing the things I didn't. However, I generally feel too swamped by all the tedious to-dos that taunt me with my obligation of Responsible Adulthood to pounce on what I most want to do. I should probably get over this; life is too short to be responsible.
At any rate, I'll try not to let so much time pass before I blog again. Muchas sorries.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 3:11 PM :: + ::