st. v.

From jess and me

i usually hate this holiday. but this year i looked at it as a time to tell all the people i love that I LOVE THEM. so i made some valentines and a few phone calls and some emails.

and i cooked dinner for doug. Some anchovy pasta dish from the naked chef that proved far too salty for my taste. but it's the thought that counts, right?!

when i first started dating doug, i was talking to my friend miriam on the phone. and she interrupted me at one point in our conversation and said, "It's so good to hear you talk so positively about a relationship."

oh, man. i didn't realize that i had been such a bummer when it came to relationships. one really tough year and a lot of time on my own - it's all been great for my sense of self and my sense of myself in relationships (make sense?). but she's right. i've never really talked positively about a relationship. or unqualified-ly positively. so, hooray for doug!

From jess and me

also, i got to wear my fabulous red velvet vintage dress. yay dress!

boo hoo.

i just tried to call my former cell phone company to cancel my contract and, man, do i feel bad. i know, i'm too sensitive. but each customer service person's voice quivered just a little - i started to think that they'd get fired if they processed my cancellation. gee whiz. it's nothing personal. i just want better coverage in my house.

cell phones and oatmeal.

yesterday i sent out an email telling everyone i know and love that i have a new cell phone number - a 415 areacode (san francisco). i don't think i was prepared for the response. everything from "i guess you're a real californian now" to "i'm dismayed and sad". gee whiz. i didn't realize this was such a big deal.

i've had my 617 number for 4 years now. and we've been through a lot together. but it just seemed time for a change. i live here, i work here, and if i'm calling schools for work, i can't ask them to call me back in boston. besides, if this were way back pre-cell phone days, i'd have to change my phone number anyway.

also - this morning i found myself talking to my breakfast. i said "hello, oatmeal. i love you."

"i love you too, jess," oatmeal (i) said in response.

i might be losing it.

supabowl

ever notice how EVERYONE either attends or throws a superbowl party? even if they didn't watch a football game all season. even if they don't know when the season is. even if they don't understand the game. everyone participates.

even people who, in high school, couldn't have cared less about the superbowl. the artsy hipster kids; the nerdy science geeks; me.

for some reason, when you get older, the superbowl is a great reason to get people together. and when you're older and you have jobs, and you have homes and even have kids and spouses, you need a reason to get together. you don't live near each other. you don't see each other socially unless someone makes it happen.

so you all get together on a couch in front of the tv and eat and laugh and yell and watch commercials. even if you don't care about the game. you enjoy the company.

[i, however, cared about the game. damn evil arrogant peyton manning!]

my dad has to have hip surgery.

mom says he's done a lot of research and thinks he's eligible for the Birmingham Hip.

I wonder if there are other Hips named after other cities. Seems like the Burlington Hip would be more appropriate. or at least the Boston hip. Or a hipper hip. Like the Parisian Hip.

Just an idea.