Archive for August, 2010
For all those folks who missed our show last Thursday, here is the link! Warning, it is 25 minutes long so be ready for that. At the very least you can hear how supportive the crowd is!
And, I cannot post anything SubCo without mentioning our next show on Thursday night at 8:00 p.m. at Source Theater on 14th Street. I hope you can make it!
Not much to say this late on Sunday evening. I haven’t written in awhile, but I’m caught up in my head. Luckily, this weekend helped me actually get caught up in my head. I hardly did anything and it was awesome. One of the best weekends I’ve had in a long time. Now, it’s not entirely true that I did nothing, but I did exactly what I wanted to do. And I’ll leave that little bit of information to myself (however, happy to report that I’m still intentionally booze and *gasp!* sex free for 33). I’m slowing down, having great connections to friends, and remembering why I dedicate time and enjoy the things that I do.
In other news….
- Subsidized Corn was victorious on Thursday night!! Yay! It was a great show…the kind that leaves you on an improv high for several days. The crowd was really into it, and for that we thank you. If you missed it, or enjoyed Thursday and want to see more, we’ll be in our round two match against Vagabond this Thursday at 8:00. Come out and bring your friends!
- Mom and Dad are headed to DC for Labor Day!! They are coming to help out with fun decorating stuff…I’m excited that Mom is bringing her sewing machine and Dad will help build built-ins for the living room. There are lots of other projects on the to-do list, so I hope to have before and after photos this time next week.
- The best camping trip in the world is in the planning stages. It’s what happens when a girl gets an idea from her two best buds and they actually carry through with it. The date is set, the cabin is reserved and food and drink are being planned. I just want to send a shout out right now to C-Hol, Salsa and Robby G for making my camping dreams come true and giving me something to look forward to.
- The weekend after the greatest camping trip in the world I’m heading to San Francisco and Yosemite. I’m excited to see Josh and Maria and share in the nuptials of Kevin and Beth. It will be great to get even more fresh air with more great friends.
Yes, September. I am ready for you!!
This weekend was nice, wasn’t it? Although I hate Mondays that leave me more tired than Friday, but so it goes if we pack our lives of full adventures. Part of me thinks this is okay; part of me thinks I need to slow down and minimize some activities in my life. I’m having a bit of a “minimialist crisis” if you will. I’ve been reading about how to simplify your life for happiness and learning to say no to crap and reducing your belongings to 100 items only. Uh, excuse me? Yeah, no way I could get down to 100, but I really want to rid myself of a lot of stuff that I have. It is mentally clogging my mind and physical space. Now that I’m settled, I know what I need and what I don’t need. Which reminds me, I’m selling my couches so if you know anyone who is looking, let me know. I’ll take any offer.
Point is, I had a “free” weekend this past weekend, but it quickly filled up with people and events. This is definitely NOT a complaint. But it does cause me to question when I rest. When do I unwind? When do I do nothing? I got a little bit of nothing in on Sunday afternoon, but the bathroom built-in construction was looming (and still is). And now I have 30 minutes to get the sawdust out of the living room floor before SubCo comes over for practice. It will take 45 minutes at least. It’s a lot of sawdust.
And yet again, every night this week is filled with activities after work. I promise I don’t mean to do that and schedule so much. I have commitments, most of which are fun extra-curricular improv stuff, but people depend on me nonetheless. And can I pause for a moment to discuss people who flake? If you can’t do something, just say that! Flaking has been an issue more so recently and I try to keep my flakiness to a minimum. On the receiving end, it is very frustrating. Enough said about that.
Part of me wonders why I feel the need to schedule so much anyway. In thinking back, maybe I’ve always been like this. I don’t remember a time that I wasn’t programmed for some after school activity. I over did it in high school, and a little bit in college, but that never dropped off after graduating. Actually, my Atlanta year was pretty miserable, but even then I was looking for things to do after work to keep me entertained. Do I need these activities as entertainment or am I running from something? And not in a way that implies I’m running from a terrible childhood (definitely not), but what happens if I sit still and think? Am I afraid to know what I think? Will the voice inside my head actually be heard, and I’m scared to hear what she’s saying or what she thinks of me?
Next Thursday, August 26th at 8:00 p.m. at Source Theater on 14th Street. Subsidized Corn vs. Just Moxie. WIT Cagematch DC series. Two teams go head-to-head. Winner advances to the next round the following week. Loser goes home or buys us all beers.
Yeah, it’s a toss up so that’s why you should come out on Thursday! Lizzie, Nick and I watched our competition tonight and they were totally on their game (great job to everyone!). It’s going to be a great night.
I promise that I’m finishing the bathroom project this weekend. I have to. Help is on its way, and I’m full of motivation. To get you excited for my handiwork in the meantime, I think I’m pretty clever with this fix of the bathroom drawer situation. The middle drawer would not go in all the way because of the plumbing in the back and the top drawer rested on it funny. We (my dad and I) messed with it by shortening the drawer which messed up the roller balls that make the drawer functional. Not following? No worries…bottom line: The top drawer and middle drawer were not working. I could not make a permanent hold because we need access to the pipes, so nailing, stapling and gluing would not work. So, I cut that sucker off and mounted the door with two magnetic cabinet fasteners. I had the magnets in my tool box (i.e. free). I’m spiffy.
Also note the bottom drawer cut out for the molding. My jigsaw skills at work, baby. So now instead of two dysfunctional drawers and one working drawer, I now have one non-drawer door and two working drawers.
Tonight I’m going to finish painting the basement kitchen where I had the stove moved to the wall with the fridge. The electrician left some holes. Eek. But I figured it out and it is nowhere near perfect, but it gets the point across. Maybe I’ll have some photos of that.
And, here is a recent update on the black-eyed Susans in the front yard. I know you were curious. Completely de-weeded this weekend. I lost one plant in the back, but it looks intentional. Off to yoga!
On Saturday, Reyna and my new friends Sabra and Lenny packed up and headed to Chincoteague for the day. It was an easy trip and the beaches reminded me a lot of NC beaches…then made me really miss a real family beach vacation. It’s been a few years since I’ve been, but that is a real vacation. In LA, I lived a mile from the beach and saw it every morning as I got off the elevator at work…those were the days! I’m not a beach person that much, but I really enjoyed my quiet time and meditation and shell hunting.
I also realized I haven’t been out of the country for two years!! And we’re coming up on the blackout dates so major international travel will be off limits until December, and I’m already planning a domestic trip to Seattle then. Maybe next year…I just don’t want to be one of those people who says “maybe next year” then next year never comes.
Today I spent a little time looking where my frequent flyer miles can take me, or where I can get out of the country for a short jaunt. Maybe Paris for a long weekend in the fall? I’m already headed to NC and CA in back to back weekends, plus a camping trip, so fall is starting to fill up quickly. I’ve been a little out of sorts recently and I think either a vacation or massive overhaul and purging of junk in my house is in order. Luckily, I had an awesome date on Sunday night to get me back into sorts, so that’s been nice.
Anyway, here are some photos of us at the beach and eating ice cream. I left my camera in the car to avoid sand, so thanks to Reyna for these photos! And thanks to Sabra and Lenny for a great time and allowing a stranger to tag along. We had so much fun, and I hope I get to hang out with them in the city, too.
About a year ago, my sister married Jacob, who I still call “my sister’s husband” because “brother-in-law” just sounds too funny to me. I’m not used to having a brother anything. Now, he’s gone and knocked her up, which means I will now refer to him as my “sister’s baby daddy”. I don’t think I can get used to having a nephew, so I will call da bahbeh “my sister’s baby”. I’ve been calling him Hey-sus since he will be born in late December, though I hear that Shadrack is in the running. I’ll call him Baby Shadrack, but will not be tempted to call him BS for short because that’s just mean and I’m very happy to have little Baby Bang-Knudsen join us!
The point is that they recently built a fabulous chicken coop in their backyard on Bainbridge Island, WA. Because it’s way cool and I’m very curious about all of it, I thought this would be a great piece for my first interview blog! So, I’ve asked Jacob, head of the Chick-A-Pen-Parish and my sister’s baby daddy, to answer a few questions. Here is what transpired…
What is your name? Jacob Van Helsing
Where do you live? On an Island. That isn’t a reference to, “No man is an Island”
Tell us about yourself. I am a 4th generation vampire slayer. Not the traditional Twilight vampire, but the mosquitos variety. I have zero tolerance for them.
What is your Spirit Animal? Platypus, or a Flying Platypus. Those are more rare.
What is your death row meal? Probably Shrimp Scampi from Red Lobster or Red Lobster from House of Scampi.
Name your top three items in your “Bucket List”. 1. Fire a laser pistol 2. Become a black belt in verbal Judo 3. Watch the Bucket List staring Morgan Freeman and Jack Whatshecalled.
Can you draw a representation of what you picture yourself as?
What inspired you to get chickens, much less keep them in your back yard? I have been inspired by the locovore movement and thought there is no better way to know what goes in to your food than to feed them yourself. Plus, they are great at weeding.
How long have you had chickens? We got our chicks in April.
Who built your coop? My friend and worst enemy Mead Trick. I helped when I could, but I am a highly unskilled craftsman. I painted and lifted things. My wife Enid made the curtains and made it really nice for the ladies.
What was that process like? Emotional. Trying. Cloudy (both in a physical and a proverbial way)
What was the hardest part of getting the coop built and ready? Forging the nails and milling the lumber… Just kidding. [editor’s note: oh, now he’s just kidding?] I think the hardest part was finding the recycled materials for the coop and making them all fit. Over 90% of the materials were recycled/reclaimed and when you are trying to make precise cuts and fittings it isn’t easy.
What was the most fun part? Talking to all the chicken heads (what we in the industry affectionately call all of the chicken admirers) during the Tour de Coop.
How many chickens/roosters/hens do you have? We have 8 hens. We didn’t end up with any roosters which is nice.
Can you explain what the difference is to my city friends? Well this country bumpkin would love to explain the difference. A Rooster is a male, is made for fighting, and will fertilize all the ladies if you’re not careful, thus making no eggs for eating, but rather eggs for chicks. A Hen is a lady, likes real housewives, gossips non-stop, and lays eggs for eating… unless old Mr. Rooster gets at her.
What is the hardest part of keeping the chickens? Picking up a tiny dinosaur.
What is the most fun part? Owning a tiny dinosaur! And they are just really fun to watch.
How many eggs do you get a week? Currently we get two a day. We originally bought 6 chicks and then got 2 adults from a friend who had to give them up because of Home Owner Association restrictions. The two adults are producing each day and the other six are about a month away.
What the hell do you do with all of those eggs? Out here in the sticks eggs are like gold (golden eggs?) We barter for pelts and Wampum. We also eat them from time to time. People will do just about anything to get fresh eggs.
Do you have before and after cholesterol scores? No, but both of our SAT scores raised by 25 points. This was a nice surprise.
How does Dolly feel about them? Dolly loves them… Loves chasing them. You’ve never seen a 150lb. Newfoundland look so fast and agile as when she chases them around the coop.
Thanks, Jake! We have a joke in our family and the punchline is “ha, ha, joke’s on you…you married him.” I think that applies here quite nicely! Just kidding, we love Jake and I appreciate his creative candor for blog interviews, his love for my sister, and the excitement he brings to my family at the holidays…especially this one with the buh-bay! Someone had to give my parents a grandbaby and it certainly wasn’t going to be me first!
If you want more photos of the awesome chicken coop and chickens, check out their website. And here is some press from the 2010 Tour de Coop on Bainbridge Island. It will make you wish you lived on a nice plot of land and want to grow your own chickens.