Monday, August 30, 2010

It's because I secretly like babies.

Dear Patrick,
I have been making a quilt for what seems like a year. But I finished it today and I am so excited about it I'm going to explode. It's the best quilt of my life. Best. Best. Best. If I were baby sized, I'd keep it for myself. But, alas, I'm a full-sized human being. I made it for some of my favorite people in Logan who are having a rockstar baby in a few weeks. And, yeah, maybe I should wait to post this until after I send it to them, but I'm too excited and I doubt they even know this blog exists.

Dear Jackson and Eliza,
It's okay if you hate the blanket, just send it back. Happy baby.
Love, Adrienne

Here it is:
(Maybe if I can calm down for one second tomorrow, I'll post a less blurry picture. Don't count on it.)And my fine star-stitchery skills:
And the best card I found to send with it:
Yep, that's Princess Diana.
Love, Adrienne

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

It's because I must not have made myself clear. I DON'T SHARE.

Dear Patrick,
I have been sharing my room, my life, my work with a mouse. A mouse. Apparently, even the animals get in on this community lifestyle up here. Story? Here it is. Last night I was tootling around, cleaning up my room and I was on my way to put away a book in the drawer in my night stand. Open it. Mouse. I scream like the little girl I am and the little idiot scrambles out the back of the drawer. I sit, I stare. I'm finding out that staring is my natural course of action when I'm terrified by what is in front of me. So, I'm staring and staring at the mess he's made of my apostrophe book and TWO times he comes back to look at me. After another long period of staring and thinking, "It's going to crawl on my face," I got brave. And called my mom. She freaked out more than me and said, "Call someone! Make them come and kill it!" It's really good to know someone with logic. So I did. He came, pulled out my drawer and took it outside and found no mouse. We went back in and looked in the next drawer. No mouse. Pulled out that drawer. MOUSE. I'm screaming in the corner. I'm screaming in the hallway. The mouse is running laps around my room but finally runs out and away. To where? I don't know. But it's not in my room anymore. Now my drawer has fleas, my project is on it's way to becoming a fine mouse home, I've woken my house and I'm so shaken up that I slept almost none last night. The nightman told me it wouldn't climb on my bed. I'm hoping that he wasn't just saying that to make me feel better. I'm hoping it's true. I think there will be some changes soon in my room to make it less appealing. Keep your fingers crossed.
Love, Adrienne

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

It's because children come from a different world.

Dear Patrick,
I'm easing my way into this job and trying really hard to figure out how to talk to children but ultimately being unsuccessful so far. Today is the second day that the kids have come to Penland and I am mostly afraid of them. And after a few hours of thinking, "What have I gotten myself into?!" a little girl gave me this as they were headed out the door:And then I thought this might turn out okay. It looks just like me, yeah?
Love, Adrienne
PS After a few years of living strictly by Footloose rules, I went contra dancing last night. And I'm converted.

Monday, August 16, 2010

It's because it must be fun in heaven.

Dear Patrick,
Meet Natalie. Obviously, she was our best roommate. She came up to USU last fall to go to school with a pretty brutal case of cancer. And we watched with our mouths open as she juggled school and family and doctor's appointments and new tumors and was still the sweetest, most genuine friend and roommate to us. Even to me, the antisocial hermit. She died Saturday morning and my heart aches. Mostly for her family, though, because I know they're missing her like crazy and I feel relieved that she doesn't have to be in so much pain anymore. I hope one day I can be as thoughtful and brave as she is.

Dear Natalie, I love you lots. You'll be missed missed missed. Love, Adrienne
PS Say hi to my dad. I'm sure you'll like him.

Love, Adrienne

Friday, August 13, 2010

It's because I'm not open to new friendships with new species.

Dear Patrick,
Meet Penland.This is what I see when I walk out my door and down my really great steps. Whoever chose to mow the lawn that way deserves a treat.
Every morning when I get up, the little valley outside is completely filled with fog. Dreamworld.

This little swear word was sharing my bed one night. This picture really doesn't do the legs justice. Needless to say, I stood in the corner holding a shoe with one hand and covering my mouth with the other for an unknown amount of time before I chose to hit it with the shoe. Which actually turned into throwing the shoe because I was too scared. So. Much. Screaming. Apparently wolf spiders are "friendly spiders". Sorry friends, I'm a vicious killer.

Love, Adrienne

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

It's because I just run around hugging sculptures and trees and really old buildings and stray kittens.

Dear Patrick,
I love it here.
I love it here.
I love it here.
North Carolina is my new favorite place. Penland is an art nerd's paradise. They have everything I've ever wanted in my whole life. I don't think I've been this excited about anything for years. Maybe Switzerland was this exciting. Maybe not. It's like Christmas morning (well, like a non-Scrooge Christmas morning) every time I walk out of my door. It's just so beautiful. Everyone is so laid back and so nice and so great. I met Meg (the teacher I'll be working with for the next four months) today. The second I was introduced she ran over and gave me a hug like I was her best friend that she hadn't seen in years. Meg is a complete dream. I think I'm going to love love love my job. All of my meals are made for me and all of the food is SO GOOD. If I play my cards right, maybe I'll walk out of here 15 pounds heavier than when I came. And although one person should not have this many mosquito bites and I screamed at too many GIANT spiders today, I don't know if I'll ever be able to move away from here. It just fits. Pictures to come. Even one of the spider.
Living a fake life,
PS it seems all the pictures on my hard drive have been recovered. But it also seems I'm still knee-deep in the nightmare of the incident. Keep your fingers crossed.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

It's because I love Modern Family.

Dear Patrick,
The following things have happened since the last post:
  • I went to the red light district in Colombia.
  • I went to Honduras.
  • I went back to Chicago.
  • I bought a car.
  • I dripped some acid on my finger. It shriveled up like a grandma finger and then made a collection of fancy blisters.
  • I finished being a NASA scientist.
  • I flew from Chicago to Salt Lake.
  • My hard drive with all of my pictures from the trip busted. Still not solved...
  • I saw a lot of my most favorite people (but not all) and I laughed and laughed and laughed and was reminded again that I have the greatest friends in the world.
  • I packed for the millionth time since May.
  • I started my longest drive from Sandy, Utah to Penland, North Carolina with the mother. We drove all the way through Wyoming and Nebraska and I wasn't even bored. Am I weird? Tomorrow, we're driving as fast as we can to St. Louis to see the Extreme Air Sharks show in Shelby's backyard. Can't wait.