Tonight marks the end of 31 days of posting, NaBloPoMo. It has been challenging not only to remember to post every day, but also to find something remotely interesting and creative to write about. It's for that reason alone that I won't be participating this next month.
"What?" you say. "But it's the shortest month of the year!"
And you would be correct, but for me blogging each and every day has been more about quantity than it has quality. I'm not willing to let this blog fall into that trap. I set up "Tales" to have a forum to express myself away from email, or Facebook, or any of a number of other social media sites. I want to be deeper and more thoughtful than any of those other outlets encourage me to be.
Don't get me wrong, I adore those places and most days I practically live there. But when I come here I want more. I don't want to tell you in 140 characters or less that I saw a leaf today. I want to tell you that it floated to the ground right in front of me, wafting through the sunlight and resting on a puddle from last nights' rain shower. I want to describe the exact color of gold, and how there is still just a hint of green along the edges and that maybe it's the only leaf of its kind. Ever.
And see? I'm already well over 140 characters.
So I'm saying goodbye to NaBloPoMo, but not to all of you. I'll see the rest of you in just a few days.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Tossing in the Ring
I type while "Lord of the Rings: Return of the King" plays in the next room. The dog is in another room altogether, the child is at the movies, and the husband has gone to bed. I can hear the final battle for Mordor as is plays out. I can hear Sam encouraging Frodo to toss the ring and end the journey.
Sometimes I feel like I would fit in well in that scenario, you know? Some days it's a struggle to get to the Mordor of the day, and even when you get there you don't always feel like giving up the ring even when you know you have to.
This is certainly more profound than I had planned to be. I need to think about this some more.
Sometimes I feel like I would fit in well in that scenario, you know? Some days it's a struggle to get to the Mordor of the day, and even when you get there you don't always feel like giving up the ring even when you know you have to.
This is certainly more profound than I had planned to be. I need to think about this some more.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Foto Friday #2
Continuing the series, this is a photo of my grandparents. I'm not sure of the date, but it was most likely taken in the 1940's judging from my grandfather's appearance.
Marion (b.1884 - d. 1960) and Willie Eva (b. 1887 - d. 1976 ).
They were married on November 27, 1907.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Thursday 13: From my PC I can see ...
13 Things I can see from my PC
I know, what's so special about that? It's special to me because that's where I spendtoo much a great deal of my time these days. My computer sits on a nondescript table, the kind you find in the social hall of a local church. It's plain, in spite of the faux woodgrain finish, but it has lots of room for my stuff. Trust me, I have lots of 'stuff.'
The table is pushed up against the back wall of our spare bedroom/home office that has no bed so it's really not an apropos name. But I digress. Not only is it against the back wall, it's right under a double window. This means that I can shift my eyes any time I wish and see the great outdoors.
So in honor of Thursday Thirteen, here is a list of 13 things I can see from my pc.
1. Trees. Lots and lots of trees. The lot behind us is undeveloped and it is full of towering Australian pines. They have been trying to get rid of them here in south Florida for a while now. They're pretty, and the breeze makes a beautiful whispering sound when it blows, but their trunks are very soft and they tend to snap in half given the slightest wind. So yes. Hurricanes + Australian pines = lots and lots of damage.
2. Red berries. This time of year the Florida holly trees that grow over our fence (from the lot mentioned above) are chock full of berries. so many in fact that the branches bend under the weight, dragging agaisnt the ground.
3. A hot tub. It sounds wonderful, doesn't it? Never mind, it hasn't worked in years but it sounds so lah-dee-dah to say snootily, "We have a hot tub."
4. Frisbees. They belong to the monster dog, but my husband puts them up on the cover of the hot tub when they're finished playing. I don't pay attention to them too much until I see the dog stand up on his hind legs to retrieve one. Then I count down from 10 until he gets inside and starts to harass me to come out and play. Sometimes I make it to 5, but not usually.
5. Birds. My favorite thing of all, especially if it's the cardinals we see on a regular basis. I love my cardinals, they make me think of my daddy. That's another post. ;)
6. Weather. Sounds silly, but the old joke about sticking your hand outside to forecast the weather? It works pretty well for me, except I look out the window. Sunny? Yep. Raining? Yep, there it is. It's old fashioned, but it works.
Not everything I see is outside, of course. There are plenty of treasures inside as well.
7. To my far right, hanging on the peach colored wall, is a framed black and white print of the cast of Star Trek: Voyager, Season One. That's important to Trekkies like me because it was before 7 of 9. Trust me, this is very important. It is also signed by the entire cast and numbered (84/500). I bought it from a dear friend several years ago and it's a treasure.
8. I can see my calendar from The Beaches of Toronto that my soul sister sent me. It's small, but the photos are of places I know well. When I look at it, I remember the wonderful times I've had when I visited her and how very much I want to go back.
9. George. George is my philodendron plant that I bought at our church bazaar two years ago. I've no earthly clue why I named him George, or even why I named him at all. That's not like me. But, he's George and he's thriving. (I take that back. If I sit up really straight I can see Helen out on the patio table, but how Helen got her name is another story; an inside joke from my former work place. *g*)
10. Under the Voyager print is a small roll top desk. It's crammed full of cd's and papers and can't be used as a desk without employing several Hefty bags and a shovel. But we bought it in Los Angeles when my husband was working out there in 2005. It held his laptop and the cable tv bills as they came in, and is a remnant of a life that almost was. This life we have now is better. Trust me.
11. Software. Old things, newer things, the tall bookshelf to my left has a bit of it all. Sims 2 and a bunch of expansion packs; the Star Trek Omnipedia from about ten years ago that I can't bear to toss, and several other vintage titles.
12. Hymnals. My real life as a church musician wouldn't be complete without a collection of hymnals. These happen to be from the Methodist Church and they date back to the early 1900's.
And lastly?
13. You. I can see all of you when I look at the monitor. Maybe not by face, unless it's a profile picture on Facebook or any number of other sites, but in my mind's eye I see you all. My friends. My family. My connection to the great big world that's out there just waiting to be discovered.
I'm grateful for each and every one of you. ♥
I know, what's so special about that? It's special to me because that's where I spend
The table is pushed up against the back wall of our spare bedroom/home office that has no bed so it's really not an apropos name. But I digress. Not only is it against the back wall, it's right under a double window. This means that I can shift my eyes any time I wish and see the great outdoors.
So in honor of Thursday Thirteen, here is a list of 13 things I can see from my pc.
1. Trees. Lots and lots of trees. The lot behind us is undeveloped and it is full of towering Australian pines. They have been trying to get rid of them here in south Florida for a while now. They're pretty, and the breeze makes a beautiful whispering sound when it blows, but their trunks are very soft and they tend to snap in half given the slightest wind. So yes. Hurricanes + Australian pines = lots and lots of damage.
2. Red berries. This time of year the Florida holly trees that grow over our fence (from the lot mentioned above) are chock full of berries. so many in fact that the branches bend under the weight, dragging agaisnt the ground.
3. A hot tub. It sounds wonderful, doesn't it? Never mind, it hasn't worked in years but it sounds so lah-dee-dah to say snootily, "We have a hot tub."
4. Frisbees. They belong to the monster dog, but my husband puts them up on the cover of the hot tub when they're finished playing. I don't pay attention to them too much until I see the dog stand up on his hind legs to retrieve one. Then I count down from 10 until he gets inside and starts to harass me to come out and play. Sometimes I make it to 5, but not usually.
5. Birds. My favorite thing of all, especially if it's the cardinals we see on a regular basis. I love my cardinals, they make me think of my daddy. That's another post. ;)
6. Weather. Sounds silly, but the old joke about sticking your hand outside to forecast the weather? It works pretty well for me, except I look out the window. Sunny? Yep. Raining? Yep, there it is. It's old fashioned, but it works.
Not everything I see is outside, of course. There are plenty of treasures inside as well.
7. To my far right, hanging on the peach colored wall, is a framed black and white print of the cast of Star Trek: Voyager, Season One. That's important to Trekkies like me because it was before 7 of 9. Trust me, this is very important. It is also signed by the entire cast and numbered (84/500). I bought it from a dear friend several years ago and it's a treasure.
8. I can see my calendar from The Beaches of Toronto that my soul sister sent me. It's small, but the photos are of places I know well. When I look at it, I remember the wonderful times I've had when I visited her and how very much I want to go back.
9. George. George is my philodendron plant that I bought at our church bazaar two years ago. I've no earthly clue why I named him George, or even why I named him at all. That's not like me. But, he's George and he's thriving. (I take that back. If I sit up really straight I can see Helen out on the patio table, but how Helen got her name is another story; an inside joke from my former work place. *g*)
10. Under the Voyager print is a small roll top desk. It's crammed full of cd's and papers and can't be used as a desk without employing several Hefty bags and a shovel. But we bought it in Los Angeles when my husband was working out there in 2005. It held his laptop and the cable tv bills as they came in, and is a remnant of a life that almost was. This life we have now is better. Trust me.
11. Software. Old things, newer things, the tall bookshelf to my left has a bit of it all. Sims 2 and a bunch of expansion packs; the Star Trek Omnipedia from about ten years ago that I can't bear to toss, and several other vintage titles.
12. Hymnals. My real life as a church musician wouldn't be complete without a collection of hymnals. These happen to be from the Methodist Church and they date back to the early 1900's.
And lastly?
13. You. I can see all of you when I look at the monitor. Maybe not by face, unless it's a profile picture on Facebook or any number of other sites, but in my mind's eye I see you all. My friends. My family. My connection to the great big world that's out there just waiting to be discovered.
I'm grateful for each and every one of you. ♥
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Blah blah blah
Only a few more days left in this month, and that will bring the January NaBloPoMo posts to an end. I have decided not to continue it here. When I started this blog, it was for well thought out posts, and the need to post 'something' every day has whittled away at my creativity until it has become more of a chore than an exercise in writing or expressing myself. I'll finish out the month because I hate to quit anything, but after that it will be back to business as usual.
I doubt anyone will be disappointed.
I doubt anyone will be disappointed.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
I love my vet!
We had an appointment for the Monster Dog™ at 4pm. We have to go after school so the daughter can hang onto him in the back seat or I'd never make it there in one piece.
First off, we got the expected reaction when wewere dragged walked in. They couldn't believe it was the same dog they saw last spring. "Holy cow!" "Where's the puppy?" "Oh my god!" "Come look at this! Remember the little black shepherd mix?" (to one of the aides in the back.)
Then they asked, "What are you doing here? His shots aren't due until March."
I told them I knew that, but kept getting email notices about his other checkups - worms, etc. so I made the appointment. Plus, I was dying to know how much he weighs now. They convinced me to cancel the appointment so I wouldn't have to pay for an office call when I really didn't need one, and took my name off the email notices. I guess everyone else ignores them, so they were surprised to see me. *g*
They offered to weigh him while we were there as soon as the room was free, and then we got to see the vet.
"Holy cow!" (Here we go again, lol.) She talked to me off the record about his food and a couple of other things while we weighed him, and then also didn't charge me for an office visit.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
You ready for this? 102 pounds.
She said to go ahead and keep him on the large breed puppy food. He likes it, he's not fat, and it will work until he's 2.
Did I say I love my vet? ♥
First off, we got the expected reaction when we
Then they asked, "What are you doing here? His shots aren't due until March."
I told them I knew that, but kept getting email notices about his other checkups - worms, etc. so I made the appointment. Plus, I was dying to know how much he weighs now. They convinced me to cancel the appointment so I wouldn't have to pay for an office call when I really didn't need one, and took my name off the email notices. I guess everyone else ignores them, so they were surprised to see me. *g*
They offered to weigh him while we were there as soon as the room was free, and then we got to see the vet.
"Holy cow!" (Here we go again, lol.) She talked to me off the record about his food and a couple of other things while we weighed him, and then also didn't charge me for an office visit.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
You ready for this? 102 pounds.
She said to go ahead and keep him on the large breed puppy food. He likes it, he's not fat, and it will work until he's 2.
Did I say I love my vet? ♥
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Pilgrims, Indians and other folks
I'm sure you all know the story, especially if you were raised in the United States any time before the 1980's. "The Pilgrims lived in England, but they weren't allowed to worship God the way they wanted. So they set out for a new land so that there would be religious freedom for all!" Yes, and then the story goes on to say how they were welcomed and they made peace with the Indians, and how they worked together and the Indians taught them how to hunt and fish and they were so grateful that they shared a big feast that is now known as Thanksgiving.
I was crushed when -as an adult!- I learned that this was pretty much a load of bull hockey. Religious freedom? Sure, as long as you were practicing the same religion as them. Indians? No, they were (and still are) in fact, Native Americans. An indigenous people that was here first, thank you very much. Yes, there was a feast, but it certainly wasn't that first winter, and there certainly wasn't cranberry sauce, stuffing, or maybe even turkey. There was deer and even seal on the menu.
I'll wait while your illusions shatter just like mine did.
...
There. Yes, I'm sorry. It happens to all of us sometimes, having our illusions shattered and having myths we've cherished all our lives blow up in our faces.
It's difficult, it's life-altering, and sometimes it simply is something we refuse to sit by and take idly. We cling to those beliefs like a favorite blanket and when challenged, sometimes we fight back. We fight back with disbelief and angry, hurtful words. Sometimes those words are thought out well in advance and sometimes they spring forth without any warning whatsoever. Both instances have far reaching consequences.
Church is like the story of the Pilgrims and the Indians. It's a happy, loving place where everyone gets along. Right? There is never any discord, or politics, or hurt feelings. Right?
Watch out, good old Mr. Bull Hockey is back. Duck before you get hit with it.
The thing about church is this: the world is made up of a whole bunch of people who neither look alike, dress alike, or even (gasp!) think alike. We're tall, short, in between. We're male, or female, or in between. We're black, white, red, yellow, tan, purple, and sometimes sparkly fuschia. The world at large can be narrowed down into countries, states, cities, and neighborhoods. Those neighborhoods are made up of all of the afore-mentioned crazy weird groups of people.
There's a joke that goes something like this: "They say 1 out of every 3 people is just plain nuts. I know I'm sane and so is my neighbor, so it's not looking real good for you."
We laugh, but it's the truth. I'm just as crazy and biased as the next guy. We all have those biases and preconceived ideas living inside us. Come on people, be honest. Admit it and then learn to deal with it. Your momma raised you better than that.
"If you can't say something nice, then don't say anything at all."
"Live and let live."
"Don't stare, it's not polite."
"One day your face is going to stick like that-"
Momma was right. It's not only our faces that get stuck, it's our attitudes and biases. If you think I'm looking at you when I say this? I'm not. Don't flatter yourself. Sometimes the shoe that is on the other foot is worn by both the 'right' foot and the 'wrong' foot.
There's enough blame and name calling and good old fashioned bull hockey to go around.
So duck before you get hit, and stop spreading it around.
I was crushed when -as an adult!- I learned that this was pretty much a load of bull hockey. Religious freedom? Sure, as long as you were practicing the same religion as them. Indians? No, they were (and still are) in fact, Native Americans. An indigenous people that was here first, thank you very much. Yes, there was a feast, but it certainly wasn't that first winter, and there certainly wasn't cranberry sauce, stuffing, or maybe even turkey. There was deer and even seal on the menu.
I'll wait while your illusions shatter just like mine did.
...
There. Yes, I'm sorry. It happens to all of us sometimes, having our illusions shattered and having myths we've cherished all our lives blow up in our faces.
It's difficult, it's life-altering, and sometimes it simply is something we refuse to sit by and take idly. We cling to those beliefs like a favorite blanket and when challenged, sometimes we fight back. We fight back with disbelief and angry, hurtful words. Sometimes those words are thought out well in advance and sometimes they spring forth without any warning whatsoever. Both instances have far reaching consequences.
Church is like the story of the Pilgrims and the Indians. It's a happy, loving place where everyone gets along. Right? There is never any discord, or politics, or hurt feelings. Right?
Watch out, good old Mr. Bull Hockey is back. Duck before you get hit with it.
The thing about church is this: the world is made up of a whole bunch of people who neither look alike, dress alike, or even (gasp!) think alike. We're tall, short, in between. We're male, or female, or in between. We're black, white, red, yellow, tan, purple, and sometimes sparkly fuschia. The world at large can be narrowed down into countries, states, cities, and neighborhoods. Those neighborhoods are made up of all of the afore-mentioned crazy weird groups of people.
There's a joke that goes something like this: "They say 1 out of every 3 people is just plain nuts. I know I'm sane and so is my neighbor, so it's not looking real good for you."
We laugh, but it's the truth. I'm just as crazy and biased as the next guy. We all have those biases and preconceived ideas living inside us. Come on people, be honest. Admit it and then learn to deal with it. Your momma raised you better than that.
"If you can't say something nice, then don't say anything at all."
"Live and let live."
"Don't stare, it's not polite."
"One day your face is going to stick like that-"
Momma was right. It's not only our faces that get stuck, it's our attitudes and biases. If you think I'm looking at you when I say this? I'm not. Don't flatter yourself. Sometimes the shoe that is on the other foot is worn by both the 'right' foot and the 'wrong' foot.
There's enough blame and name calling and good old fashioned bull hockey to go around.
So duck before you get hit, and stop spreading it around.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
I need to install a meter in my car
Had one of those hurry up and wait days. The daughter was scheduled for an audition for a local performing arts high school, so we had to be downtown before 9:30. Got there, had to wait till the musical theater kids were gone. Signed in then stood in line for a head shot to be taken. Then waited some more until it was time to be grouped for the day.
Once she was assigned to a group I went home. There were theater games (improv, etc) all morning, then a lunch break, and then they would be called to present the monologue they had prepared. They were supposed to be done by 3, but at 3 she hadn't been called yet. It was well after 4 when I finally got her home.
Now we get to wait some more, until next month some time, before we know if she made the callback list.
And now I'm still waiting, because she's at the movies and I will have to go pick her up soon.
Such is my exciting life these days.
Once she was assigned to a group I went home. There were theater games (improv, etc) all morning, then a lunch break, and then they would be called to present the monologue they had prepared. They were supposed to be done by 3, but at 3 she hadn't been called yet. It was well after 4 when I finally got her home.
Now we get to wait some more, until next month some time, before we know if she made the callback list.
And now I'm still waiting, because she's at the movies and I will have to go pick her up soon.
Such is my exciting life these days.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Foto Friday #1
I have decided to start something new here in the Sunny South. Each Friday I am going to post a vintage photograph, of which I have many. To start things off, here is a photo of my great-grandparents. Behind them is the C&O Railroad bridge that my mother and her siblings used when they needed to cross the river for church.
Bunyan was born in 1853, and died in 1937. Jennie was born in 1859, and died in 1943. They were married on October 10, 1877.
Bunyan was born in 1853, and died in 1937. Jennie was born in 1859, and died in 1943. They were married on October 10, 1877.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Thursday 13: Random things
Aren't you happy? Today you get a list of things. Just things, nothing more, nothing less.
1. My daughter's favorite reply to any question is "... ... what?" Gotta love iPod headphones.
2. I need a job. No, scratch that - I need money. Yes, there's a difference.
3. My daughter has an audition Saturday for the drama program at a performing arts magnet high school for the fall. High school. My baby is going into high school?
4. I stress over our dog's performance at obedience classes more than I do about the child's performance in school.
5. War sucks.
6. So does housework.
7. Anissa Mayhew is amazing.
8. So is her husband, Peter.
9. I would love to try out the recipes from The Pioneer Woman. Oh Weight Watcher's *sigh*... I'll be good, not to worry.
10. I love to sing.
11. I love singing in church where I have amazing musicians backing me up.
12. I love my husband. He puts up with so much. ♥ *
13. I have the best kids on earth. ♥ ♥ ♥ *
one husband = one heart
three kids = three hearts
Clever, yes? :)
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Tech Tuesday
I love being a geek. Some of today's accomplishments:
Updating the church web site
Installing a new layout on my test blog
Scanning some more negatives, but still need to edit and post the pics.
Playing with my recording software; trying to dub some old cassettes into the pc
Still needed:
A new Plurk layout
Also accomplished:
Farming! Yeehaw, farmers. My chickens at Farmville are cranking out those special eggs!
Updating the church web site
Installing a new layout on my test blog
Scanning some more negatives, but still need to edit and post the pics.
Playing with my recording software; trying to dub some old cassettes into the pc
Still needed:
A new Plurk layout
Also accomplished:
Farming! Yeehaw, farmers. My chickens at Farmville are cranking out those special eggs!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
A sure sign
The dog is pillaging the house. That means it's time to go to bed. It's my only escape from him. *g*
Odd day today. Service day at church, prayers for Haiti, and tension over issues that had no business being aired publicly, especially today.
I'm very glad today is over.
Nite, friends.
Odd day today. Service day at church, prayers for Haiti, and tension over issues that had no business being aired publicly, especially today.
I'm very glad today is over.
Nite, friends.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Five things
Today's post is brought to you by the number 5.
Five things I accomplished today:
1. Re-claimed the counter tops in my kitchen. This involved hauling out two very large bags of trash.
2. Threw out my dead printer
3. Which means I also cleaned off the shelf by the computer
4. Watched the husband do laundry and make pizza from scratch
5. Blogged before midnight. Yes, I know it's a stretch. Get over it.
Not bad for a Saturday.
Five things I accomplished today:
1. Re-claimed the counter tops in my kitchen. This involved hauling out two very large bags of trash.
2. Threw out my dead printer
3. Which means I also cleaned off the shelf by the computer
4. Watched the husband do laundry and make pizza from scratch
5. Blogged before midnight. Yes, I know it's a stretch. Get over it.
Not bad for a Saturday.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Day is done ...
The Girl Scout Promise
On my honor, I will try:
To serve God and my country,
To help people at all times,
And to live by the Girl Scout Law.
~ ~ ~
Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, to the sky.
All is well, safely rest,
God is nigh.
Rest in Peace, Loretta.
1945 - 2010
On my honor, I will try:
To serve God and my country,
To help people at all times,
And to live by the Girl Scout Law.
~ ~ ~
Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, to the sky.
All is well, safely rest,
God is nigh.
Rest in Peace, Loretta.
1945 - 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Long day
Just when I think people are learning to get along, living with the example that Jesus gave us, I am once again proved to be terribly wrong.
How sad.
How sad.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Earthquake Relief
Today was spent adding links to the church web site and Facebook pages for Earthquake Relief donations. Living in Miami, we're a little better acquainted than most with the plight of the Haitian people. Their poverty stricken country was devastated yesterday by a 7.0 magnitude earthquake. No one was spared, not the rich or the poor. The president's palace was leveled. Hospitals were leveled. Schools were leveled.
The grandfather of one of my daughter's friends rode out the quake on the roof of his house, laying flat to hopefully minimize the chances of being killed. They talked to him last night after hours of not knowing, and thank God he's all right. He's a sweet man that runs a business down there and lives here part time.
This act of nature that has destroyed a country, a country, lasted a mere 30 seconds. Thirty seconds and now hundreds of thousands are feared dead.
Please give to help the relief efforts. Give to whichever organization you choose, give a lot, give a little, but please. Give something. Right now they need money and water the most.
This is an organization that is a part of the United Methodist Church. 100% of each and every donation goes to the relief efforts. Their administrative costs are taken care of in other ways. If you donate you can be sure that all of it is going to Haiti.
The grandfather of one of my daughter's friends rode out the quake on the roof of his house, laying flat to hopefully minimize the chances of being killed. They talked to him last night after hours of not knowing, and thank God he's all right. He's a sweet man that runs a business down there and lives here part time.
This act of nature that has destroyed a country, a country, lasted a mere 30 seconds. Thirty seconds and now hundreds of thousands are feared dead.
Please give to help the relief efforts. Give to whichever organization you choose, give a lot, give a little, but please. Give something. Right now they need money and water the most.
This is an organization that is a part of the United Methodist Church. 100% of each and every donation goes to the relief efforts. Their administrative costs are taken care of in other ways. If you donate you can be sure that all of it is going to Haiti.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Wouldn'tcha know it?
I submit this link to a blogroll on Facebook and now my mind is blank.
Much like the space up above. Oh wit and wisdom, thou hast deserted me.
*le sigh*
Much like the space up above. Oh wit and wisdom, thou hast deserted me.
*le sigh*
Monday, January 11, 2010
Note to self
Raw veggies are a healthy alternative to chips and other fun snacks. However, too much of a good thing is a very, very bad thing.
Dear Digestive System,
My most sincere apologies. I promise I won't do this again.
Really. This shade of green does not look good on me.
Love,
Me
Dear Digestive System,
My most sincere apologies. I promise I won't do this again.
Really. This shade of green does not look good on me.
Love,
Me
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Bracing against the clod weather
My typo was intentional. I don't think, however, that the one on the graphic from our news station was meant to be. I'm relieved to know though, that by tomorrow at midnight it will be "not as clod" here in Miami.
We awakened to a reading of 36F this morning, with a wind chill of 27F. My northern friends mocked me, but I can take it. So there all you NYC and San Fran and Minnesota people. Pft. In all fairness, they mock me because we all lived in Northern Illinois during collegea million years ago and I was allegedly the one who ran from the Music building to spin around in the snow the first time I saw it falling. I was overhead (allegedly, you understand) to yell, "It's snowing! It's snowing!" but you can't prove it. *shifty eyes*
So it's bedtime now, and I'm clod. It's time to bundle up and say nighty night. Keep wram. :)
We awakened to a reading of 36F this morning, with a wind chill of 27F. My northern friends mocked me, but I can take it. So there all you NYC and San Fran and Minnesota people. Pft. In all fairness, they mock me because we all lived in Northern Illinois during college
So it's bedtime now, and I'm clod. It's time to bundle up and say nighty night. Keep wram. :)
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Holy icicles ...
It's supposed to dip down to 33F during the night and there are already reports of snow flurries up around the center of the state.
Bienvenido a Miami!
Bienvenido a Miami!
Friday, January 8, 2010
Happy Dusty-versary!
One year ago today we picked up a little 7 week old ball of fluff. Now? Take a look.
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Thursday, January 7, 2010
The tender, touching tale ...
... of a dog and his garden hose.
Yes, that's our family room. Yes, he brought the hose inside. Because yanno ... you just never know when mom will forget to fill the water dish, or to leave the toilet lid up.
Yes, that's our family room. Yes, he brought the hose inside. Because yanno ... you just never know when mom will forget to fill the water dish, or to leave the toilet lid up.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Day 49
She's doing it, people. Anissa is coming back!
What can you do? You can pray. If you don't believe in that, then think happy thoughts. Point them toward Atlanta and say her name, they'll find her. Because, really?
There's only one Anissa.
Anissa, Day 49.
What can you do? You can pray. If you don't believe in that, then think happy thoughts. Point them toward Atlanta and say her name, they'll find her. Because, really?
There's only one Anissa.
Anissa, Day 49.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Tales from the Sunny(?) South
Sunny, maybe.
Cold, definitely.
Right now it's 45F and possibly dropping into the 30's tonight.
Time to toss both cats and the dog onto the bed.
Cold, definitely.
Right now it's 45F and possibly dropping into the 30's tonight.
Time to toss both cats and the dog onto the bed.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Monday musings
A good day today, for a tropical deep freeze. We dipped into the low 40's last night and early this morning and I really could have used another cat to cover up with.
Hub went back to work and the daughter went back to school which left me blissfully alone for most of the day. The dog harassed me regularly, so I did have to go out and play 'fetch the frisbee' with him. Three guesses who does most of the fetching.
This afternoon I was finally successful in getting the church web site to look almost like it's supposed to, thanks to a code snippet from another web master, and some feedback from a few other sources. I know I'm on the right track with it now and will continue to upload and tweak and geek.
Our Marine Son™ took off for California this morning for a month of training, out in the Mojave. This is preparing them for deployment to Afghanistan in March. Still playing ostrich here. Or possibly Scarlett O'Hara, choosing to think about it tomorrow. I'm so proud of him but it scares the bejeesus out of me.
But tomorrow, as I said, is another day with meetings and all sorts of things going on. A nice distraction.
Hub went back to work and the daughter went back to school which left me blissfully alone for most of the day. The dog harassed me regularly, so I did have to go out and play 'fetch the frisbee' with him. Three guesses who does most of the fetching.
This afternoon I was finally successful in getting the church web site to look almost like it's supposed to, thanks to a code snippet from another web master, and some feedback from a few other sources. I know I'm on the right track with it now and will continue to upload and tweak and geek.
Our Marine Son™ took off for California this morning for a month of training, out in the Mojave. This is preparing them for deployment to Afghanistan in March. Still playing ostrich here. Or possibly Scarlett O'Hara, choosing to think about it tomorrow. I'm so proud of him but it scares the bejeesus out of me.
But tomorrow, as I said, is another day with meetings and all sorts of things going on. A nice distraction.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Vacation's over
At least for the hubby and the child. The timing of having them home couldn't have been better, because it almost felt like we were all vacationing instead of being just me home, with no job. I've stopped moping about it and being worried, and tomorrow I will venture forth and plow full steam ahead to the new venture that is a remote possibility. I need to (as someone else said elsewhere, and not to me, I might add) put on my big girl panties and deal.
Great visual, yes?
So tomorrow: back to work for the hubby, back to school for the child, and pounding the virtual pavement for me.
Tally ho!
Great visual, yes?
So tomorrow: back to work for the hubby, back to school for the child, and pounding the virtual pavement for me.
Tally ho!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Twelfth Night
Unofficially, that is.
We're off in a bit to celebrate the season with dear friends at an almost-formal sit down dinner party. We have attended this annual, intimate gathering for years, and this year our daughter will be joining us. It's a nod to how she is growing up that she is being included, as the hosts are her godfather and his partner, and her godmother.
I suggested that she wear flats, but no, she will be wearing heels and towering over me. I suspect she will be the hit of the party, too. *sigh* I colored her hair this morning and it's a gorgeous shade of darker brown. I still can't believe her father went for it. It was probably easier to take than other things she has requested permission to do. *g* At 13 I am fully aware that it's only just beginning. To quote a Harry Potter film, "Hang on, it's going to be a bumpy ride!"
We're off in a bit to celebrate the season with dear friends at an almost-formal sit down dinner party. We have attended this annual, intimate gathering for years, and this year our daughter will be joining us. It's a nod to how she is growing up that she is being included, as the hosts are her godfather and his partner, and her godmother.
I suggested that she wear flats, but no, she will be wearing heels and towering over me. I suspect she will be the hit of the party, too. *sigh* I colored her hair this morning and it's a gorgeous shade of darker brown. I still can't believe her father went for it. It was probably easier to take than other things she has requested permission to do. *g* At 13 I am fully aware that it's only just beginning. To quote a Harry Potter film, "Hang on, it's going to be a bumpy ride!"
Friday, January 1, 2010
This is a day of new beginnings...
The title comes from a favorite hymn of mine, in the United Methodist Hymnal. That's the 'new' hymnal, y'all. You know, the one from 1989? Before that, the other 'new' hymnal was from 1966. That's the way we roll, change is known as the 'c' word.
Anyway, so today I bought a new scale. One that works even though I don't at all like what it told me when I stepped on it. No, it wasn't "Oof! Get oooofff!" but it might as well have been. Weight Watchers begins again on Monday because we have a big party to attend tomorrow night and I'm not dumb enough to even attempt to diet yet. Overweight, yes. Stupid, not so much.
While I was Twittering this morning I came across a post by Kirstie Alley. She cracks me up, and she has started a new site that I immediately joined: Phitter! I love the play on words in the name, and seeing that everyone there wants to look 'Phabulous'!
As yet further proof of my insanity, I also added this blog to the list for January at NaBloPoMo. That's one post every day for 31 days. I can do it, but can I come up with non-boring content each day? Time will tell.
But now I must go harvest my crops over in FarmVille. Toodles!
Anyway, so today I bought a new scale. One that works even though I don't at all like what it told me when I stepped on it. No, it wasn't "Oof! Get oooofff!" but it might as well have been. Weight Watchers begins again on Monday because we have a big party to attend tomorrow night and I'm not dumb enough to even attempt to diet yet. Overweight, yes. Stupid, not so much.
While I was Twittering this morning I came across a post by Kirstie Alley. She cracks me up, and she has started a new site that I immediately joined: Phitter! I love the play on words in the name, and seeing that everyone there wants to look 'Phabulous'!
As yet further proof of my insanity, I also added this blog to the list for January at NaBloPoMo. That's one post every day for 31 days. I can do it, but can I come up with non-boring content each day? Time will tell.
But now I must go harvest my crops over in FarmVille. Toodles!
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