the chocolate sauce crisis of 2009.

B = Barbara, the mother.  M = Marc, the father.  H = Hazel, the 14 year old daughter.  C = Craig, the 13 year old son.

[normal sunday night.]

B: Well, all the chocolate sauce is gone!  It’s only been a week!  It’s all gone!

[This is where I start asking myself WHY exactly I thought it would be peaceful to spend the evening downstairs, watching TV with the Vincents.]

M: Alright, well, how much chocolate sauce have you had this week?

[While the parents argue about that, I begin to hear “chocolate sauce” over and over and get really confused.  Are they talking about chocolate syrup?  For ice cream?  Or are they talking about chocolate sauce for hot chocolate?  I’m very confused… but I won’t ask.]

B: Well, it’s unacceptable that we’ve gone through a whole jar or chocolate sauce!  The kids must be having an unbelievable amount!  Hazel, did you eat all the chocolate sauce??

H: No, I’m ON A DIET!

[This pretty much gets an audible laugh out of me.  Hazel has been “on a diet” since I’ve got here and I have yet to see the signs of dieting… which is completely fine cuz she’s a very thin, young girl.  I think dieting just comes with the age.  Anywho, she eats cookies like they’re going out of style and ice cream like it’s gonna eat her if she doesn’t.  I’d put my money on Hazel for the disappearance of this “chocolate sauce” you speak of.]

B: Craig, how much chocolate sauce have you had this week?

C: Just a little bit… I swear.

[Oh, look at that… two completely innocent kids.]

B: Rachel, did you eat a lot of chocolate sauce this week?

R: I’m sorry, what is chocolate sauce??

M: Oh, Barbara, leave her alone.  The Nutella, she wants to know if you ate the Nutella.

[Okay, don’t get me wrong, I like Nutella… I won’t turn it down if someone offers it to me.  But if I’m gonna go spread something sweet on bread and call it a sandwich, it’s gonna be peanut butter.  I haven’t had Nutella in a long, long while.]

R: No, I haven’t had any of it.

[Oh, by the way, once I figure out that chocolate sauce = Nutella, I KNOW it’s Hazel.  She asks me to make her Nutella sandwiches for lunch and then I see her sneak Nutella after school.]

B: Well Hazel, it must have been you.  You ate the chocolate sauce didn’t you??

H: MOM!  I’M ON A DIET!!  ASK DAD!  Dad, aren’t I on a diet??

B: Well, someone’s not telling the truth… Hazel…

[OMG, are we still talking about Nutella?  How can I exit without them seeing me??]

H: Rachel, please tell my mom that I’m ON A DIET!

[All eyes turn to me… dangit.  What am I supposed to do?  Rat the girl out??  She did eat all the Nutella.  But she realllly doesn’t want people to know… But I don’t want them to interrogate me again… Oh man, this is stupid.]

R: Uhhh… I’ve made some sandwiches for Hazel for her lunch, but leave me outta this… Just know I didn’t eat any chocolate sauce.

B: Oh, Rachel no.  You shouldn’t give her those for lunch, they’re not healthy.  No, no, she can’t have chocolate sauce sandwiches for lunch.

[I’m heading for the stairs at this point.]

R: Yep, okay… I don’t feel well.  I think I’m gonna retire for the night.

H: Mom!  Get off it!  I didn’t eat it!

M: Okay, a whole jar is gone, Hazel… Who ate it then??

[And I’m out.]

God forbid anything actually go wrong with this family… I have still have a headache from the Chocolate Sauce Crisis of 2009.

aka chocolate sauce

aka chocolate sauce

oh, for crying out loud.

Friday morning, I sat in my favorite coffee shop, which happens to be a florist as well.  With Valentine’s being the next day, the place was FILLED with flowers!  It was crazy/beautiful.  And it was just about the sweetest thing to see people coming in to buy bouquets.  I left the coffee shop smiling real big and wishing just a little bit that I had a loved one around to celebrate love with on Valentine’s.

When I arrived home there was not one, not two… but THREE packages for me on the front door step!  I was so excited, I ran inside and threw my shoes off in different directions and found out later that I left the keys in the door… after looking for them for about a half hour.

I stacked the packages in size and thought hard before opening them.  I decided to open the one from my parents first.  And this is the part where I experience an emotion I’ve never felt before.  I’ve lived on this earth for 23 years and never felt what went through me at that moment…

Tears started streaming down my face as I looked into the Valentine’s package with cards, hearts and boxes of candies.  I just can’t get over how awesome and sweet my mother is… but then I opened one bag in the package and it was mom’s famous heart sugar cookies on popcicle sticks* and I started BAWLING.  I literally was standing in the kitchen with my face in my hands, crying.  I was so thankful and overcome with love that I was crying!  Which is so weird for me!  Shouldn’t I have been smiling?  Jumping up and down??  But no, crying my eyes out.

Then I opened a package from my Jackson Hole friend, Dabney, and I lost it again.  I don’t understand how one person can be so cool.  She sent the most hilarious wall decorations* I have ever seen and they. are. awesome.  She also sent me a dinosaur t-shirt*… yep… seriously.  I threw the shirt I was wearing at the moment off and immediately put on my new dino shirt.  It’s way too short but I will wear it on the regular, regardless.  I wore it all day Friday.  I continued crying as I went deeper into the package to see pictures and books and just pure awesomeness.

Then to a package from another Jackson Hole love.  Nic saved Valentine’s for me last year.  After I was more or less stood up, Nic invited me over for Annie’s Mac and Cheese and some good music and a selected viewing of Varsity Blues.  He proved to be an amazing friend and did so again this year.  My favorite part was the Valentine press-on nails that came in a set of 12*… I kid you not.  And, he also gave me a tool thinger for makin my own lemonade… because they don’t have lemonade here.  This made me cry more… because I love lemonade.  There were more and more treasures that made me laugh, cry but mainly just feel love.

Through the whole thing I just kept crying out loud and then laughing at myself because I was being so ridiculous.

It was such a bizarre feeling to be crying so hard because of love.  Later in the day, I just sat and became real confused about why I was crying over opening packages.   Maybe that’s why I’m writing a blog post about it… still so confused.

*there should be pictures… that would make this definitely more interesting… but i’m pretty sure i have strep throat or something of the like… so there’s not much movement happening besides typing.  ugh.

oh in reference to “e]” of rachel’s blog, i TOTALLY agree.

Instead of a normal blog post, I will list many mini posts that could easily be their own post.  I will also put them in alphabetical list for easy referencing.

a] Today Craig got to stay home today from Water Carnival because he “wouldn’t enjoy it”….. Later in the day, I took the kids to the pool… by request……. Craig had a blast…………..

b] I swam laps for the first time since college today… and I use the word “laps” to mean only two at a time… because I am a horrid swimmer.  I remember when my roommate, Sheena, taught me how to swim in college.

c] I heard the song “Praise You” by Fatboy Slim three times today.  Random.

d] The fires in Australia are absolutely tragic, but are finally settling down.  They’re currently investigating the arson involved, which is sick.  If you don’t know, Victoria reached such high temperatures that things just started catching on fire… crazy.  And then, apparently, people started fires as well and things became overwhelming very fast.  I am completely safe though.  I live 7.5 hours away from the fires.

e] He’s Just Not That Into You …saw that one with a friend today.  I must say, it was frighteningly accurate on most accounts.  Sorry, I know… I know… I’m feeding the estrogen fire of ridiculousness… but with most every situation in the movie I thought to myself, “Oh man… they nailed it.”  I wish I had seen this movie with a selected group of girl friends and then we could’ve had a couple bottles of wine afterward.

f] I like Australia a lot more when it’s rainy than when it’s unbelievably hot.

g] I successfully applied to ONE grad school for the fall… baby steps.

h] Oh!  I just remembered that I got VERY upset about something today.  So the Harry Potter book that I bought here is all crazy languaged!  It’s like a whole different book!  Okay, I might be exaggerating but they say “note” instead of “dollar bill”, “fringe” instead of “bangs” [ie: “He flattened his fringe to hide his scar”] and many other things are different.  I feel like I don’t even know Harry, Ron and Hermione anymore.  They’re talking crazy language!  Don’t they know that they are red-blooded Americans??  Okay, maybe not… I just want my old version of Harry Potter back.  By the way, I’m a nerd… if you haven’t gathered that yet.

i] Okay, I’m going to fall asleep in my clothes now… ex-haus-ted.

Love most of you… I’m sure… I don’t know who reads this.

those sneaky, evil dryers.

[this morning… it’s a beautiful, rainy day.]

Barbara enters the wash room and immediately panics.

– Oh, Rachel!  No, you can’t run the dryer when we’re all about to leave!  You can’t have it running when no one is here!  I don’t trust the dryer!  I don’t trust it, you know!

– [under my breath] I don’t trust you.

– Pardon?

– Oh!  No, I totally agree… Dryers: Can’t trust ’em farther than you can throw ’em.

the vincent's dryer.

the vincent's dryer.

you are the blood.

Well, creative people have, yet again, produced something that makes it easy for us to get involved.

The Red Hot Organisation is dedicated to supporting the fight against HIV and AIDS through pop culture.  Damn straight!  Do what you love to do and support what you’re passionate about… no compromise.  These guys have become super inspiring for me, even though I didn’t find their site through a proactive google search…

I was driving, listening to maybe my favorite radio station ever: Triple J, when I heard a new Arcade Fire song.  [!!!!!]  Well, I was immediately psyched because usually, new songs = new album = tour = I might get to see them.  I’ve been wanting to see the Arcade Fire for a very long time.

Come to find that they did the song for a compilation for the Red Hot Organisation.  So, no tour, but two discs of some seriously good music to support a passionate cause:

[I have bolded the tracks I am especially excited about.]

DARK WAS THE NIGHT

THIS DISC
1 Knotty Pine – Dirty Projectors + David Byrne
2 Cello Song (Nick Drake) – The Books featuring Jose Gonzalez
3 Train Song (Vashti Bunyan recorded, written by Alasdair Clayre) – Feist + Ben Gibbard
4 Brackett, WI – Bon Iver

5 Deep Blue Sea – Grizzly Bear
6 So Far Around the Bend – The National (arrangement by Nico Muhly)
7 Tightrope – Yeasayer
8 Feeling Good (popularized by Nina Simone) – My Brightest Diamond
9 Dark Was the Night (Blind Willie Johnson) – Kronos Quartet
10 I Was Young When I Left Home (Bob Dylan) – Antony + Bryce Dessner
11 Big Red Machine – Justin Vernon + Aaron Dessner
12 Sleepless – The Decemberists
13 Stolen Houses (Die) – Iron and Wine
14 Service Bell – Grizzly Bear + Feist
15 You Are The Blood – Sufjan Stevens

THAT DISC
1 Well-Alright – Spoon
2 Lenin – Arcade Fire
3 Mimizan – Beirut

4 El Caporal – My Morning Jacket
5 Inspiration Information (Shuggie Otis) – Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings
6 With A Girl Like You (The Troggs) – Dave Sitek
7 Blood Pt 2 (based on original song “You are the Blood” by the Castanets) – Buck 65 Remix (featuring Sufjan Stevens and Serengeti)
8 Hey, Snow White (Destroyer) – The New Pornographers
9 Gentle Hour (Snapper) – Yo La Tengo
10 Another Saturday (traditional song) – Stuart Murdoch
11 Happiness – Riceboy Sleeps
12 Amazing Grace (traditional song) – Cat Power and Dirty Delta Blues
13 The Giant Of Illinois (Handsome Family) – Andrew Bird
14 Lua – Conor Oberst + Gillian Welch
15 When the Road Runs Out – Blonde Redhead + Devastations
16 Love vs. Porn – Kevin Drew

Check out the site to get more excited.

I am continually embarrassed by my lack of involvement in the needs of our world, especially the ones that I claim to care about.  This organisation attests to how beautiful the marriage of passions can be.  What if all of us, such different, incredible individuals, strived to combine our loves for a greater cause?

pop culture + the fight against HIV

art + environmental sustainability

running + the fight against breast cancer

live music + multiple sclerosis [a poster that is currently hanging close by.]

How amazing!

The possibilities are endless… and gorgeous.