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28 January 2010 @ 07:50 pm
My house is full of really big spiders. We find them crossing the kitchen at night, and we relocate them to the office, bathroom (don't ask me why), or laundry room. Last night, one got as far as the tv room and was crawling on the blanket I had wrapped on me while lounging on the sofa. *shudder* I'm not scared of spiders, but I don't want them walking on me. They look like grass spiders kind of. Here's a picture of a smaller one I just found as I was telling my mom a dream I had last night about trapping dozens of spiders under juice glasses in our kitchen. It's about the size of a quarter.
house spider #592
I'm sure a bigger one will cross my path before I finish typing up this entry and I'll get a better picture of the Hanchin Family Spider specimen. I suppose we could just move them outside, but it's going to get so cold tomorrow! SNOW!

Chelsea got her driver's license today. I'm so proud of her! In celebration, she got a Monroe piercing. Thinking about piercings makes me shudder almost as much as trapping spiders under cups.

I watched Paris, je t'aime today for the fifth or sixth time. And then I listened to Phoenix for hours. And then because I was feeling melancholy I read the "coup de pouce au destin" section of the Parisian Craigslist. That ended up not satisfying my mood, so I read these instead. That did the trick. I still miss France.

Oh, and Roxanne is pretty adorable.
26 January 2010 @ 03:07 am
Molly dog running free!
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03 January 2010 @ 12:32 am
Here's a video I made of this year's highlights. It starts with New Year's Eve 2008 and ends with New Year's Eve 2009. It's kind of long...

Best of 2009 from Carly Hanchin on Vimeo.

05 December 2009 @ 12:20 am
Four Weddings and a Funeral has been on for 15 minutes and I've lol'ed a dozen times. Jeez I love this movie. But boy do I hate Andy MacDowell's character and her terrible wardrobe.
03 December 2009 @ 05:02 pm
My family has six dogs, three of which are mine (four rescues, two not-so-much). When I was 13, I got a Boston Terrier puppy from a less than reputable source (I will never, ever, buy from a breeder or "puppy mill" again). I named her Roxanne. She was sweet until the first evening we had her, when our Weimeraner smashed her into the wall for getting too close to his food dish. Poor little Roxanne had a bloody nose, and a grudge. She's been mean-spirited ever since. She keeps to herself and gets irritated by the other dogs easily. She whines and whimpers and sighs loudly when she wants something. She's not a very likable dog.

When I moved out of the house, I wanted to bring Roxanne with me, but she was getting fragile in her old age, and my mom thought that such a big move would stress her out too much. So I adopted Henry (né Erny) from a couple who was moving to a military base and couldn't bring him with them. Henry was great, until I discovered that city life was not for him. Noises, bicycles, cars, sirens, people, anything that moved or didn't move scared him beyond his limits. He never left my bedroom. He was pretty pathetic, and definitely not a good guard dog.

I discussed Henry's perpetual panic-stricken state with my parents, and they agreed to take Henry if I took another dog in exchange. So I traded him for Molly. Molly was my grandmother's dog, and when my grandma died, my family took her in. My grandma adopted Molly from a shelter because she looked intimidating and had a loud bark. We were told she was a lab-rottweiler mix, but I think she's more pitbull than lab. She's definitely threatening, but she's the best dog of the bunch.

Molly was a perfect fit, and really enjoyed being the sole dog in the house. She has dominance issues, and when she's with the other dogs in the family, she constantly guards things to assert her alpha dog status. She's also been known to shred paper and chew up Star Trek figurines. But when she was living with me, she was perfectly behaved, especially once we got on an exercise routine (she gains weight easily).

When I came back from Sri Lanka, Molly was pretty excited, and she's followed me around and slept in my room and been a girl's best friend as if nothing had separated us. I wasn't surprised, because she rules. Roxanne, on the other hand, has been unusually needy. I've been amazed at how much she wants to be held and (*gasp*) cuddled.

I think she missed me.

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23 November 2009 @ 03:28 pm
Le Sigh. I've left France. I'm in NYC right now waiting for my train to Richmond (it leaves at 3am), so I've got some time. I thought I'd want to wander the city, but I'm not in the mood. I'm terribly sad about not being in Sri Lanka, and about leaving a certain acquaintance in Paris. You know, that same old same old emotional sensitive melancholy, the same kind that I can keep control of until I hear my mom's voice after not talking on the phone with her in months. And then I cry in Penn Station.

So yeah, I'm almost home after not being home for almost six months. I woke up at 4am in Paris and flew to Dublin in a trip that took an extra hour due to wind, which made the 50 of the connecting passengers run through the airport in a hilarious parade through customs and immigration and security. Fortunately, they held the plane for us. I'm not sure if I have Air France or Delta or Dublin airport ground staff to thank for that, because I'm too familiar with the opposite happening (even with both flights were with the same airline coughcoughEmiratescoughcough).

I sat by the most charming old Irish man. He told me about the books he's written, and about seeing people get blown up during riots in the 1960s, and about eating sardines with his newlywed wife in Paris instead of meeting Sam Beckett, and about being an investigative journalist in Israel, and about meeting Nixon and thinking he looked "mad". And then he recited Yeats. Basically, he was wonderful. He gave wise old advice about world travel and memories and regret and adventure.

I think I'm just going to hang out nearby the train station and be blue and listen to Bright Eyes or something, because I hate myself like that. But then I'll be home for Thanksgiving! And I'll see my family! So it's not all bad. :/
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22 November 2009 @ 11:27 am
It's my last day in Paris. It's been raining all day (and all last night) and it's much colder than it has been the past few days. I really lucked out on the mild weather (seeing as I only had a jacket coming from Sri Lanka) this November.

I'm spending my last few hours here in my pajamas, watching Lord of the Rings, eating fancy dark chocolate, and in very good company. I'll be a sad fille when I leave here.

Père Lachaise
Père Lachaise
16 November 2009 @ 07:10 am
So....I went to Barcelona last week. It was completely unexpected and unplanned and amazing. I drank wine every day and watched a soccer football match (though it was France v Ireland, so it was no Madrid/Barcelona intensity) and walked about 100 miles. It was glorious. Here's what I saw:


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09 November 2009 @ 11:56 am
I'm in Paris!


cold, and gray, and magnifiqueCollapse )
06 November 2009 @ 10:21 pm
I'm sitting in Dubai airport, after a hellish day dealing with Emirates flight staff (weather delay caused me to miss two connection flights) and crashing early at a hotel. It's been an emotional two days, to say the least. I'm really sad about leaving Sri Lanka. I was weepy all day Thursday; I cried an embarrassing amount at the office. And couple that emotional fragility with travel woes, and yesterday was pretty exhausting.

I'll post a more thoughtful entry about my last days in Colombo when I get more time. Until then, I'm going to France! It's hard to be both sad and excited at the same time, but that's how I'm feeling right now. I'm just sooo sentimental...

Okay, time to board the plane!