Thursday, July 31, 2008
Well, about a month ago I spent three consecutive nights watching the trilogy (my roommates trickled in and out). On the final night, Michelle, one of my roommates and former small group girl, said something about her frequent visits to the Shire when she was in high school. Now, I know she hasn't read the books and I didn't believe she'd been to New Zealand, so I inquired further. "There's a Shire in Bend?! And you never told me?!"
I was incredulous (and the question mark/ exclamation point combo infers). How could I find out about such a thing after I've decided to move away?
So last week Michelle took me to the Shire so I could experience the bliss for myself. It was bliss. I only wish I'd known earlier...many an afternoon would have been spend chewing straw by the pond while re-reading the Silmarillon.
Thank you, Michelle! (and Tolkien...and the developers of the area, though you went bankrupt and had to stop building...and hobbits...and Malorie (you know why)...)
Sunday, July 27, 2008
- Being caught by surprise with a breath-taking view of the snow-capped Cascades in my rearview mirror.
- Sitting in the Bellatazza courtyard for entire weekends.
- (Related to the previous) My baristas at Bellatazza that I’ve grown to know and love over the past three years: Marcel, Julia, Norman Goodfellow, PJ (Penelope Jo), Kirsten, Campbell, etc.
- Round-a-bouts keeping my in town driving from ever becoming mundane.
- Old St. Francis McMenamins (soaking pool & theatre, etc.)
- The Crepe Place
- Lazy summer days reading at Drake Park
- My beautiful book club
- And (of course) many, many, many friends…
But I’ve been thinking lately that, though I’ll miss all of these things, there are billions of niches in the world awaiting my discovery and adoration. There will be more breathtaking views—different than in Bend, but worth discovering. More downtown courtyards that will inspire my most creative and introspective moments. More baristas that will earn my love and gratitude (and, yes, sass). Perhaps even other transportational whimsicalities that will keep me smiling.
Moving on is sad—it’s true. There are always good things left behind. But there are so many more adventures and havens to be discovered! More places that need a Joann (though they don’t know it yet!). More places that Joann needs (though she’s not yet aware of it).
I’m so excited to turn discovery mode back on as I embark on another chapter of my life. After all, who knows what may lurk just around (the river) Bend?
Thursday, July 24, 2008
I think I may begin to understand why my older sisters wanted to bite my arms (and sometimes still do) and had to stifle their urges by running to their room to bite pillows instead (I don't think they still do this, but I suppose it's possible).
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I went with Beth to Old Navy and decided that Katie needed to try one of their straw hats on...
Andrea also plays the accordian & mandolin and has the best fashion sense ever, not to mention a gorgeous smile (Brad is one lucky dude)...
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Anyway, all that to say, the whole concept of Planet X hinged on Planet IX (aka Pluto) being a planet.
I feel like my whole childhood was a lie. This is way worse than Santa Claus not being real. I refuse to believe it.
So I wrote the following poem in tribute to that little planetary oddball. I wrote the poem with nine stanzas, the first letter of each stanza represents the first letter of our nine planets (or eight and a toid, depending on your opionion), beginning with “M”, for Mercury, and ending with “P”, for Pluto.
Pluto Will Always Be A Planet In My Heart
by Joann Renee
Mercury. It always begins easily
lilting off the tongue in concentric circles
away from the sun.
Very rarely do children loathe these rocket-like lessons
that tear the tops off
of tree-house imagination.
Early on, we all begin to develop
at least one form of nerdiness, an unexplainable passion
for math or comic books or words or,
My personal favorite, science fiction—
which tumbles about the unexplored regions of outer space,
launching off of what we know to what we don’t.
Just a few years ago though, some scientists got together
to add an oid to Pluto’s classification,
putting an end to the final P of acronyms across the globe.
Shaken only begins to describe the horror
that gripped the hearts of children and space lovers
that stupid day.
Using examples of snowflakes,
we were taught
that everyone is intricately and beautifully unique,
Now we learn that our favorite universal underdog
is too unique to fit in with his planetary peers
and has been officially demoted.
Perhaps someday those scientoids will recant,
but it won’t matter, because
Pluto will always be a planet in my heart.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
I’ve been contemplating lately what random facts would be used to describe me if I were a character in a movie written by Guillaume Laurant, the French dialogue writer for Amelie and Un Long Dimanche de Fiancailles (A Very Long Engagement). He has a brilliant way of writing to include the most bizarre habits of his characters—the type of things they do that make them completely unique from the rest of the population.
Here are some of the quirky descriptors of a few of his characters: a man who loves to carry bubble wrap around with him to pop, a dog who farts in his sleep, a woman who (upon hearing the dog fart) smiles and says to herself (in French, of course) Doggy farts gladden my heart, a woman who plays the tuba because it sounds like a distress call, a man who collects discarded pictures at photo booths, a man obsessed with raking his gravel drive, and a man who talks to the vegetables in the stand he works at.
As I’ve been contemplating, here are some of the things he might say about me:
- tip-toes down steep declines
- names inanimate objects
- purposefully makes a mess so she’ll have something to do later
- takes funny phrases out of context in a conversation and pretends that they were used as a greeting to other people
- accidentally combines words and puts the wrong vowels into words when she’s been up too late
What quirks would he describe you with?
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Towards the end of Donny's birthday party (see post below), Heather, Timmy and I snuck outside to get a "prego photo shoot" (I know how much you love that term, Heather). It was fun, but due to Timmy being Timmy, it took at least a half an hour to get a non-goofy shot (but it was worth the time it took).
Which one's pregnant? You be the judge:
Not quite sure what was going on here, but it looks funny...
This was Timmy's idea. He wanted it to look like one body with two heads. Mission accomplished, plus the appearance of an absurdly long beard...
Finally! (note: Timmy's not looking at the camera)
And my favorite three:
Donny chillin' in his new ball pit...
Cousin Jack devouring a hot dog...
Cousin Katie with Great Grandma Kjosness...
Megan (my lovely cousin) thinks Timmy looks a bit like Tumnus...
The remains of Donny's first birthday monster cake as Jack prepares to dive into his own monster (he refused to eat the face, so we had to turn it around, I didn't tell him that it's really not much more humane (monstane?) to eat the back of the head)...