Sunday, October 23, 2011

Block Light Project

So I've FINALLY started on some of the creative projects I've been wanting to do. First off was my prototype of a Block Light. I love glass. And light. And color. And glitter. But mostly, I love how my mind goes crazy with ideas for something like this! I'm glad I was able to make my first one for Halloween, but the possibilities here are endless!

 I absolutely love its orange glow! But it can be done in any color (or no color - just frosted glass), with any design. The potential for holiday designs are limitless; also for gift ideas for baby, wedding, or any or no occasion.

 With lights up in the room, you can see the glass is frosted...

...and the design is quite glittery!

 Black feather boa around the sides, with green glitter ribbon underneath. Again, color combination potential is limitless.

I'm really looking forward to more of these, and other projects. My mind feels very alive! (Of course my kitchen is a disaster now! But I'll worry about that after the baseball game.)  

All in all, it's been a pretty good-for-the-mentality weekend! Cheers, all!

(By the way, I'd love to know what you think about the Block Light!)

The BIG, LOUD in the Middle of the Night

A BIG, LOUD storm woke me, just before 2 a.m., moving in really fast. The thunder and lightning were so fast and constant you couldn't even get to the count of 'one'... And then the sleet and hail started.


Zumi Cat has become storm-phobic in the past year and a half (notably since we moved into this house),  and it's really sad to see him get scared. He sleeps with me, so I knew the instant he was freaked out (the moment of the first thunder). He wanted O-U-T...out, Out, OUT! But I don't know where he thought he would go. It was so incredibly loud on our roof and windows! He didn't want the closet (his normal hideout), and when I offered to let him out of our room, he realized it was louder and scarier out there, and ran right back in. The poor thing was completely panicked!


I finally grabbed him and jumped back into bed, throwing the thick covers over us and curling myself around him. I held and petted and soothed, and the BIG, LOUD storm passed quickly. Zumi finally relaxed and seemed to feel safe under the covers with me, purring a soft, calm purr instead of trembling violently and rumbling with the panic-purr.


Poor big handsome fraidy-cat!
(Not an actual photo of Zumi)

And WHERE is Nom-Nom Kitty now??? She ran out of the bedroom when I offered to let Zumi out, and by the nightlight in the hall I saw her run on away. When Zumi ran right back in the bedroom, I went down the hall to bring her back. It was insanely loud in the rest of the house! I didn't see her right away, and at that moment the hail intensified hitting the windows and that's when I decided to just hunker down under the covers with Zumi. You know, so I could soothe and comfort him


After the storm passed, I went out of bedroom to get Nom-Nom and bring her back so she wouldn't have to sleep alone. (Crazy-cat-lady behavior, I know. Don't judge.)  But we (Zumi was on my heels every step now) can't find her ANYWHERE!  What the what, cat???  It's not a big house. And she's a chatty cat - there's a vocalization for every move she makes and every time she hears her name. She is disappeared! I am giving up the search, although I'm more than a little freaked out that I can't find her. I'm hoping that she's just hiding someplace really good, or that the Aliens which have abducted her will return her by morning.
(Not an actual photo of Aliens sucking Nom-Nom out of our house.)


I love a good storm, but Zumi's hysteria, and now the disappearance of Nom-Nom, took all the fun out of that one! I would like to just go back to sleep now...


(Does anyone else have storm-phobic cats? Thankfully none of my dogs have ever really been, but this is my second cat that is. And for that matter, has anyone else had their cat abducted by Aliens? Outer-Space Aliens, I mean; not the illegal ones that might kidnap cats for who-knows-what purpose.)


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8:00 a.m. Update of Situation:
When I got up this morning and left the bedroom with all fuzzy-kids, Nom-Nom was amongst them. The Aliens not only returned her (as I knew they would because she is kind of a nutcase), but they put her back in the bedroom so she wouldn't have to spend the rest of the night alone. The Aliens are crazy-cat-ladies too!


And something woke me up this morning by pressing fingertips between my shoulder blades and gently nudging, repeatedly. Himself was sound asleep, but I woke him up anyway to make sure. Because it was a very definite sensation. So weird. 

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Writing? Not Writing? Am I ? Do I ? Should I ?... Egads!

Conversational variations on a theme this evening:

Him:  I wish you'd write more about food.

Me:  Mm.

Him:  I'd like to read what you have to write about different foods, but you don't like many different things.

Me:  Mm. No.

I'm a person of very few words. Verbally, at least. Poor man.

Him:  (just staring at me, expectantly)

Me:  (sigh) Yes, it would be a bit of a waste since I don't eat "interesting" foods.

Him:  (now arching eyebrow, expectantly)

Me:  (simulate loud retching sounds)  It's hard to spell that.

At which point he succumbs too my level of communication and just rolls his eyes and resumes watching TV.


Probably not 30 minutes later:

Him:  I wish you'd hurry up and write a book.

Me:  Hu?

Him:  When are you going to write a book?

Me:  What am I supposed to write about??? Everybody has already written everything!

Him:  "Everybody has already written everything"???  Wow. Talk about a closed door.

Well, as I explained to him, as much as I like the idea of being a writer, I often do feel this way.  I'm not a real writer. What could  I  possibly have to say that would warrant a book? He didn't have an answer to this, but his manner indicated maybe he didn't share my opinion. 


I've not even written on my blog in weeks, and I'm not sure I can pinpoint the reason. Lack of time? Some days, yes. (Although there is probably time spent with TV that could be put to better use quite often.) Reluctance to be controversial?  That's pretty common lately, given our [country's] troubling times and economic instability.  (I'm a big believer in the right to one's own opinion, and I'm pretty sure I have some opinions on some subjects that wouldn't be just loved by everyone.)  Too many thoughts for content? Possibly.  Insignificance of content? Probably.

Basically, there are thousands of blogs already; many far wittier, or deeper, or smarter, or more entertaining, or more meaningful than mine. But I guess that's not really the point.  My blog was to be an exercise in expressing myself, by free will rather than assignment (which seemed moderately important since finishing school).  Also, I'm far more likely to express myself in writing than I will verbally (see examples above), so maybe I'll stop keeping things bottled up.  Oddly, I feel more capable of conversing when I do write. (And more willing to converse.)  Maybe letting words flow through my fingers makes them flow easier from my mouth, too.  Blah, blah, blah.  Who knows?  But I do feel it keeps my mind sharper, somehow. And goodness knows, I can use all the help I can give myself in THAT area! So, henceforth, I babble on...

You've been warned.

Do you think blogs should have significant/meaningful content only?  

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

On Humanity and Walmartians...

Perhaps WalMart isn't the last place on Earth I should ever have to go to. Hmmm...
A momentary rant from me on FaceBook last night questioning the incongruity of humans wound its way around to the subject of "Walmartians" surprisingly quickly. Well, maybe not so surprising, actually, as it seems that Walmartians have made an impression on most every one in, I daresay, the universe. (Disclaimer: Lest there start to be confusion and raised eyebrows by my commentary, let me say that I do not believe the act of going to WalMart, in itself, makes one a Walmartian. I do not like to go, and I will avoid going at almost all costs. Unfortunately, their pharmacy does have prices that we would be idiots to ignore. And we are typically not idiots.) Anywho, a wonderfully witty friend asked if "my" WalMart was like "hers" in that she goes there "to feel thin and sophisticated".  Ha! That's funny. Hm...it's also true. And I quickly realized that when I do have to go to WalMart, the Walmartians make me feel brilliant. Like I should be winning the Nobel-Peace-Prize-for-damn-near-anything-brilliant!  Thin, sophisticated, brilliant... Why am I not spending every day there?!?!  So thank you, Meg, for realigning my perspective!

Of course that was not at all where I was focusing when I questioned, "What is wrong with people?"  But it's a really hugely infinitely broad question. My issues at the moment were the basic lacking of integrity in many people, and the overwhelming propensity for spreading negativity, venom, and hatred at any and every opportunity. I just don't understand what people get out of being that way. Are they so miserable with life that they must try to make others miserable as well? Are they so consumed with arrogance that they believe their perspective on all matters is the only perspective that can even be considered?? Is their world really so small that any thing they don't understand (and won't bother to learn about) is a dire threat to them???  I have no idea. But I think it's probably all of these things.  It's a big, diverse world people. Lighten the fuck up.  (Disclaimer: Aforementioned address not directed, most likely, to anyone reading here. Unless, of course, there is a small-minded, arrogant neanderthal that has found his/her way here; in which case, I'm sorry to say, you're probably not even aware of it.)

It's Wednesday Massage day. Thank goodness! Hopefully even an opportunity to address lack of resolution with chiropractor. Then an appointed blood-letting.  Vampires in scrubs in broad daylight. What a gimmick! And I now feel compelled to say...

Hey y'all, I'm going to WalMart today! Anybody want to join me?



Sunday, September 11, 2011

On Humanity and Peace...

On this anniversary of a horrific act of terrorism, I had no intention of writing. The web is all abuzz with people dramatically sharing their experience of 9/11 and the ways that it changed their lives. People need to express themselves, I certainly understand. As I was not directly involved in these events, I do not feel the need to make this day about me. The thousands of people who did directly experience the events of this attack are the ones to whom this day belongs. But I found that I do have something to say that relates to the events of 9/11, and the days that followed. A wish for those involved, and for humanity as a whole. 


I am grateful to not have been personally affected first-hand by the attacks of 9/11. My heart broke for all who suffered that day; for the families that lost loved ones, and for the rescuers who endured so much in their efforts. Today I wish them all peace, and an ease to their pain and suffering. 


To our country, I also wish peace. A tall order, and perhaps never possible as it would require peace in other countries as well. Yes, I wish for world peace. Corny? Maybe. I wish nothing more for every human, every animal, every being, and every molecule of our planet than Peace. Peace in their hearts, peace in their minds, peace in their very existence. For all countries, all humanity, all beings of our world deserve Peace. 
On a global level, it would require a lack of greed and a mutual understanding of, and tolerance for, other cultures. Has this ever existed in mankind? Not that I'm aware of. As far as I know, there has always been someone, driven by whatever arrogance, greed or hatred, determined to conquer and take. I would like to think that in our age of intelligence and communication, we could overcome hatred. I don't know that there is any hope to overcoming greed. I believe that people who are at peace are without hatred and greed. So we're back to that.


The Dalai Lama wrote a piece on 9/11 that I feel very strongly about. He wrote,


"Today, as we mark the tenth anniversary of the September 11th 2001 attacks on New York and Washington DC, let us remember all the innocent lives lost and ponder the continuing impact of that tragic day. September 11th reminds us of the horror we human beings can unleash on ourselves when we allow our human intelligence and powerful technology to be overtaken by hatred.

We need to learn from our painful memories of September 11th and become more aware of the destructive consequences that arise when we give in to feelings of hatred. This tragedy in particular has reinforced my belief that fostering a spirit of peaceful co-existence and mutual understanding among the world’s peoples and faith traditions is an urgent matter of importance to us all. We must therefore make every effort to ensure that our various faith traditions contribute to build a more caring, peaceful world."

The Dalai Lama
September 9, 2011

Peaceful coexistence and mutual understanding. Such simple concepts with such great complications. The achievement of these would change the world. That they have never existed shouldn't preclude the possibility that they could, but it does make it seem quite unlikely. But maybe the effort to at least try to achieve these goals could make a difference.  I believe in that possibility. 


In the days following the 9/11 attacks, I watched from afar as so many did, mourning the loss and suffering. I listened as people called on their faith for comfort and strength, as people reached out in help and support of others, as our country seemed more united, and as other countries reached out to us in concern and support. It was a good thing to experience in the midst of chaos.


I also listened, though, as people spoke out in fear and anger of vengeance and retaliation. I watched as more hatred and more intolerance grew from the pain, fear, and inability to understand. In many instances, it was the same people calling on their faith and calling for vengeance. It was for these things that I mourned also. Knowing that the act of hatred and intolerance that led to these attacks would fuel more hatred and intolerance, and that the cycle would continue. It's not that I don't understand why some people felt/feel that way, but it's sad nonetheless.   Justice was certainly needed for these acts. But there is a difference between justice and vengeance. 


The compassion and unity that bloomed from these events will always be shadowed by the hatred and intolerance that grew as well. For these are the feelings that will always stand in the way of peace. These are the feelings that led to the 9/11 attacks, albeit in extremes. But to let ourselves feed our own hatred and intolerance, and to act on these feelings, brings us steps closer to their mentality and further from achieving peace. 
I wish for America (and the world) to learn from these horrible experiences that we must not cultivate hatred and intolerance. We must not let the acts of others incite us to feelings and actions of hostility, to be like them in any way. 


If that was the time to kill, let this be the time to heal. If that was the time to weep and mourn, let now be the time to laugh and dance. If that was the time for war, let now be the time for peace. No matter where we are from, no matter our faith. Let us peacefully coexist and understand that although we may be different, WE ARE HUMANITY.




Friday, September 9, 2011

Better End of Meh Day...


It's quite obvious from this morning's post that pain makes me cross tetchy irritable bitchy mean less-than-pleasant.  Well, nothing that Aleve, a little mis-communication fun, a lot of puppies & kitties, wine, and a quiet evening can't improve...

To What You Were You Referring When You Said You?
A telephone interlude....

Caller:  Oh! You're the big, new, beautiful one on the corner, right?
 
Me:  (Um)  Yes! Yes, I am! And thank you for noticing!
 
Because, really, why would I let that kind of compliment go by????
I mean, sure, I thought calling me "big" wasn't necessary, but I'm not proud. I'll take it!

Caller:  Every time I drive by I'm tempted to stop!

Me:  Well, you're more than welcome to, any time.

Couldn't be helped.  I was raised to be gracious.
 
Caller:  That would be nice. It just looks so big and roomy! It must be very open and spacious.

Me:  Erm...

Caller:  So if I stop, do you think you could show it all to me?

Me:  I, well, sure...I guess so. Why not?  You know, maybe you could buy me a drink first...

It only seemed fair!


Turns out she was gushing over our business's building. And thank goodness, because the "big", "roomy", and "spacious" comments were beginning to give me a complex!

My Word! How Is It You're No Longer Fashionable?

Really, why do we not use these words more often? They're quite piquant!
  • scoundrel
  • ne'er-do-well
  • guff
  • bamboozled
  • smite
  • verily
  • moxie
  • tomfoolery
  • caddywompas (my dad used this word alot!)
  • twitterpated
  • cockamamie
  • humdinger
I love words. I do not love the dumbing-down of language skills.
Do you have any choice locutions to add?

Friday. Meh...

Not jumping up and down with TGIF spirit today. I made a deal with the devil last week in order to have had a 4-day weekend, so today I have to give up my Friday afternoon off. I am far less enthused about the deal now that I'm on this side of it.

Vapid, sugary-sweet, butt-kissing do-gooder wanna-be's are particularly irksome first thing in the morning, don't you think? Normally, the reading of their drivelling (WTH, Spell Check? Look it up! Geez, you lazy cow.) posts just results in an eye roll. This morning it's incenting (OMG! Really, SC? What good are you if you don't know any words?!) strong violent tendencies.

And since I'm ranting inside of rants, I will be taking a time out to re-visit my beloved Coffee Maker.

That's better. And before I start dropping C-bombs at my Idiot Spell Check, I will share the thing that did make me laugh this morning:  One of my favorite blogs, The Bloggess, had a great post this morning about the effect of her blog on the school work of a sweet young reader named Mariah. Great chuckling resulted. Then I visited young Mariah's blog, and had the best laugh I'll likely have all day. Not only do I totally get this kid and like her thoughts/quotes/pictures, but she had THIS in one of her posts:


That goes to the top of Greatest Signs Ever list.  Mariah, I adore your spirit!

On that note, I wish you good day. (Certainly more than a Meh day!)

Monday, September 5, 2011

September Morn...

It's here. September. Finally.

I know we're like 5 days into it already, but today is the first day it has felt like September. It's the last of my much-needed 4 days off from work, and I got up early anyway because I wanted to experience as much of it as I could. Weird? Maybe. But I figure I can enjoy a nap later.

It was still dark when I got up, and the temp was in the low 60's here. The A/C unit was finally relieved of duty (at least for a while), and I'm sure we could hear an audible groan of relief before it passed into a coma. I opened every window I could, grabbed my cup of coffee, and nestled into my favorite corner of the couch to let it come to me in the early morning silence.

The fresh, cool wind blowing through is like salvation for the soul. It is crisp and clear and fragrant with hope. The air moves over me, with a sensation that is never truly replicated with fans and air conditioners. It's a caress of nature, alive and changing and vibrant. I'm under-dressed for the new chill it carries, but I relish every moment of it. The 'burbs are oh-so-quiet this early on a holiday, and there is peacefulness that is so rare to find here. I can hear the wind moving through the plants and trees, softly rustling and then vigorously gusting, as if shaking off the dust and dread of the summer we've had. The wind chimes on the patio are tinkling in delight.

The bratty cats have even taken the morning off from wrestling and general brattiness to enjoy the change. They move from window to window, sitting on the sills and peering through the screens at the early morning world, longing to go out to explore. Soft little noses are twitching as they scent the flowing air, chuffing at sights and smells of things they want to hunt. They, too, seem to relish the feel of the moving air.

We can hear the odd random leaf skittering along the quiet street. Soon there will be more, as Fall edges in to overcome Summer.  It is undeniably my favorite time of year!

September is the initiation of change, the precursor of the delights of Autumn. You can almost sense the 'click' of the transition locking in. There is much to enjoy and anticipate in this early month:
  • The welcome changes in weather patterns
  • The return of the desire to cook (and eat!)
  • The beauty of changes in plants and trees
  • The enjoyment of outdoor activities
  • Festivals, markets, fairs, and football

It's time to enjoy this day and make the most of it. September, I salute you. Welcome back!

What does September mean to you???

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Up and At 'Em....

It's College Football Opening Day!

Now before you get the idea that I'm a football or sports fanatic, let me assure you I am not.  As little as 4 years ago I barely took notice of sports at all.  My interests in athletics was never in the mainstream. About the only competitions that would stop me while channel-surfing were gymnastics, ice skating, formula and drag racing, and x-games. I am a devout fan of horse racing. And I'm all-in for the Olympics. But having merged my life with a sports lover and football fanatic, it was inevitable that I would, indeed, at least take notice of the mainstream team sports. Observation, even though usually peering over my laptop while trying to do schoolwork, soon led to enthusiasm. So I will now say that I am a Sports Enthusiast. This means, to me, that I enjoy the games of a select few teams that I've become attached to, and will even get rabidly enthusiastic about them. I do not even try to keep on top of all the stats and comings & goings of other teams - if they're not currently opposing "my" teams, they pretty much don't exist to me. Let's be real here, there's only so much data my brain cell can juggle.

My first enthusiasm was for baseball. Specifically, the Texas Rangers. The first game I ever went to was one of theirs, and I look forward to going as often as we are able to.  They really are a fun, great team. They still play the game with enthusiasm and playfulness, none of the guys have a "one-man-show" attitude, and they love their fans. When they made it to the World Series last year, we were in hog heaven! And ask any Rangers fan, the fact that they beat the Yankees in the ALCS was every bit as satisfying as winning the World Series would have been. The Yankees being the over-hyped douchebags of MLB.

Football, specifically NFL games, are sort of a love-hate thing with me. In our home, it's all about the Cowboys. And I'm sure that devotion was well-earned in the past. However, I was not an enthusiast in the glorified past, and there's not been a lot of glory in my few years of observation, so I have not yet jumped on the die-hard Cowboys fan bandwagon. I watch. I hope. I cheer, applaud, sit on the edge of my seat, and curse (at them and for them). I even started a tradition of making chicken wings for game day, for crying out loud! But I can not completely worship their star just because of their team name and history. For the most part, there are way too many all-about-me players who think they are THE superstar while there is still far too little even-remotely-professional performance happening. Last year they behaved like a bunch of over-paid prima donnas. So before this blog becomes all about them (my ire can become extremely well-focused), I will say that this season has not truly started yet, and I will keep an open mind with as little pre-judgment as possible.

This blog is about today. And today, chickens, is opening day of College Football. And today is when I get to have a bit of Fun-With-Sports in my house. You see, Himself is, absolutely IS, a die hard Texas Longhorns fan. To the core, to the blood, to the bone. Burnt orange through and through. I'm surprised he's not up and watching the damn new Longhorn Network already! I, however, am of a somewhat different bent here. And anytime my bent is different, you can bet my competitive, ornery, bratty nature will want to have some fun.

You see, heretofore I've only been what can best be described as an appreciator of the passion of others. Any affiliation tendencies I had were somewhat relative to the peoples in my life. And both of my affiliation tendencies are diametrically opposed to those of a Longhorn fan. (I can't even write this paragraph without wicked cackling in my head!) Before entering this life-merge I was an enthusiast of  the Texas A&M Aggies, and Alabama's Crimson Tide. Maniacal laughing at this point is expected.

The Aggies seeped into my blood because I lived for 15 years in a small town near College Station, where everything, everywhere is Aggies. No matter that they've been by no means the even almost-best of their division, Aggie fan-dom is a force unlike any other. I have lived amongst these people, worked with them and for them, count some of them as my dearest friends; and they are, hands-down, some of the truly best Good People I believe you'll ever find in the world. So it was absolutely impossible to not develop an affinity to their institution, and an inherent enthusiasm for their sports. This has been a source of amusement to Himself, looking down his Longhorn nose at Aggies and all their mania.

Alabama's Crimson Tide - that's a genetic thing. My father was from Alabama, and for whatever reason that I have yet to truly understand, I've always felt that I am more 'from there' than Texas. My father was a fan of the Tide. Probably that alone was enough to make me a fan. I'm a Daddy's Girl - will never try to deny it. If he said something was good, then it was. Period. So I've always been prejudiced to them whenever they were noted in my peripheral vision. But the thing is, Alabama really IS good. So good, in fact, that in 2009 they went to head-to-head (as No.1) with Texas (No.2) in the BCS national title game. That's when things got a little more interesting in our house. Lines had to be drawn. Sides had to be chosen. Colors had to be worn.

Mine were crimson and white. Alabama won, 37 - 21.

So began the fun rivalry in our home. Last year neither of our big teams did great. In the final BCS standings for 2010, Alabama was 16th, Texas A&M was 17th, and Texas wasn't even in the Top 25. (http://www.bcsfootball.org/)

Today, the AP College Football Preseason Poll has Alabama at No. 2 (behind Oklahoma. yuck.) and Texas A&M at No. 8. Texas isn't even in the Top 25. (http://espn.go.com/college-football/rankings) Bless their hearts.

So this morning I am up and at 'em! In full-on Instigator Mode. I've been taunting on Facebook (facebook.com/lisa.amerson), Tweet'ing my stance (twitter.com/lra0403), and have now even blogged football, for crying out loud! I can't wait for Himself to get up and see what I've been up to! (How the hell does he sleep this late anyway?!)  I've been having so much fun that I've barely had one cup of coffee, and haven't even eaten yet!

So if you'll excuse me, there is a gloriously crimson and white stadium on TV (Alabama's already scored 13 to whoever's nothing yet in the first 7 minutes!) and I need to get my Tide shirt on. I sure hope I don't make too much noise getting it out of the closet and wake anyone....

!!! ROLL TIDE ROLL !!!

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

The end of August...

Thank God and hallelujah! This has been, by far, the hottest summer I can remember.  Today will be the 65th day of over 100F temps in our little part of the world. Many days have reached up to 11 degrees above normal. And rain? Ha! We had some in June.  We all watched the hurricane Irene coverage with envy, if you can believe.  I thought maybe I was the only one having such weird thoughts, but in talking with people at work this week, it seems there are many who confess to that now.  Not that we want any harm or damage to anyone, of course.  But you know it has to be bad when hurricane-envy sets in.

I *was* looking forward to today being the last of the triple digits. That's what our forecast was on Monday. AND they said we'd have rain through the weekend.
They lied.
Now there are no rain chances in the 7-day forecast, and at least another 3 days over 100.  That is no way to start September, and I think it's time to speak to someone in charge! (Yes, insert stamping of foot here.)

September is supposed to be when The Good Things begin to happen. September is the pre-cursor to October, for crying out loud, which is indisputably the most glorious month of the year! If we are dragging August's behaviors into September, then we are NOT proceeding into Fall at an acceptable pace.  I've already seen Halloween funlings in stores!  It made me giddy!  You can't drag Summer into this!!

I'm getting hysterical here.  Time out.
~~~

Okay. Second cup of coffee. Deep breath. (Please ignore if you think you catch a whiff of rum here.)
~~~

Oh, here, an amusement from my email this morning ~
A Thought For Today: For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed, they must be interrupted. -Jean Paul Richter, writer (1763-1825) 


He makes a good point. The lack of something does increase its appreciation. Very true.  Now, if I may, I would like to suggest that I have enjoyed more than ample interruption of all three.  I guarantee you I am more than ready to truly enjoy sleep, riches and health with glorious abandon!  Commence now, please.
~~~


All the Back-To-School activity has made me feel a bit nostalgic this week.  My little one is now 19, and we don't get to partake of the hubbub anymore.  I sort of miss the building anticipation, the organized lists of supplies, the smell of new supplies (yes, I am a 'smells' person), the fun of discovering new designs for the new supplies, stocking the kitchen with snack- and lunch-friendly things, encouraging earlier bedtime in preparation, waking the little one up when I'm barely awake, readying the necessities of the day for the two of us, bodily shaking the little one to wake up, being greeted with snarls, encouraging him to hop to it, hunting down the shoe that's always missing, coaxing him to hurry with breakfast, trying to get his input on what he wants for lunch, begging and pleading and yelling at him to hurry the h*** up, ....  Whoa. Nevermind.


Happy Back-To-School Week for those still having to endure it.  I'm going to get a massage.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Finally Friday...

Whew, made it to Friday! A short day at work, then a visit to my hairoine dealer to get a fix for my chemically-dependent hair. If left to its own devices, my hair would be almost totally gray already. I say 'already' because I'm only 44 (I can admit it!), and in my mind that's just too young to be completely gray. The gray was seeping out in my 30's, and once it broke through has been like mile-a-minute kudzu vine overtaking my head. It has smothered out my natural auburn hair (*sniffle*whimper*moan*) and become a mess that takes vigilance, dedication, science, and money to control.

I know some women are fortunate enough to have beautiful, lustrously graying manes described as silver, white, platinum, pewter...and those all sound great! Jamie Lee Curtis, Helen Mirren, Paula Deen, Emmylou Harris, Meryl Streep (in The Devil Wears Prada) to name a few.  But my hair is not like their sleek, silky-looking tresses.  My gray hair has wiry texture and just plain bad attitude! Without the sleekening effect of chemical tinting, it would rival Medusa's mess.  Also, these silvered beauties are all older than me, and for now my vanity just doesn't want to go there.  I'm one of those red-haired people that *loved* being a redhead. (I've read that many dislike and hate their red hair, and I just can't imagine it.)  I loved the riot of color and the chaos of waves and curls that it became!

Before the kudzu.

But I've been blessed in finding stylists that could moonlight as chemical engineers, and have been able to hide my kudzu, er, gray hair for years now with the warmth of copper, gold, and caramel.  This will have to end someday, and I'll have to accept and embrace the gray.  And if my chemists can help me make that transition gracefully, I'll be blessed.  And I'll rejoice and say, "Bring it on!  I'll take mine in polished silver, please."

Yes indeedy.  Sign me up.

When I'm 50.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Awake'ish...

Bit of a different kind of night around here last night. Our grandbebe is staying with us for a few days. (Cutie Patootie is the 3 yr old son of The Man's daughter.) Last evening we had dinner with his great-grandparents, who enjoy feeding him as much of anything and everything they can in each visit. He complained that his tummy hurt a few times, but he was running around performing for their guests, so it's sometimes hard to really gauge.  He went to bed and seemed normal enough when we got home.  Sure enough, at 1 a.m. I'm awakened by a phone call from my son (19 yr old) - which is just the right degree of nerve-rattling in itself - and he's telling me that Patootie is throwing up and he doesn't know what to do. He's calling me from his own bathroom, which is next door to our bedroom. Don't you love the communication capabilities we have now??

I robe-up and find my two big boys in the bathroom trying to help the little one clean up.  It was such a grossly adorable scene: Noah trying to get him out of icky pajamas, Alex trying to wash his face off, and Patootie crying and telling them to "stop it!"  It was just so heartwarming! Except for the vomit, of course.  The Man gets up, too, and we all set about removing the dirty bedding (I know that child's stomach is not big enough for all the grossness that came out!) from the futon (that will never recover, I'm afraid) and getting the little one back to bed. The big boys then dispersed with apparent relief.  Patootie seemed to still have a tummy ache going on, writhing and moaning every little while, so I sent The Man back to bed and stayed to keep watch.  Sure enough, an hour later, round 2; thankfully mostly-contained by the wastebasket the big boys had thoughtfully placed on the floor next to sleeping bebe.  Poor little soul!  It's been many years since I've sat with a sick little one, and it's still just as pitiful to see them go through it.  And I am still filled with wonder at the capacity in such little bodies!

While changing his clothes and cleaning his face, he suddenly stops crying and says, "I feel better. Can I just go to sleep now?"  And it was like a switch had been flipped. Down he went and right to sleep, with no more moaning or turning. The Man checked on us right after that event, and  I stayed with Patootie another hour before convincing myself that he seemed peaceful enough that I could go to bed.  Then I lay awake for what felt like forever, listening for any sounds from him and feeling a flashback to that guilt that we feel when there isn't any magic wand to wave over them to make them feel better.

Thankfully today is my day off.  I got up relatively early, worrying about checking on him, and thinking I might still make my massage appointment this morning. But I don't think I will.  Patootie is still sleeping peacefully, thank goodness (as is everyone else in the house), and I really hope he will feel better today.  This has been a reminder of how grateful I am that my child-rearing days are behind me!  I adore him, but I am, quite comfortably, way out of practice with the art of middle-of-the-night-nursing/laundry/vigil process!  I consider that to be one of the big perks of accomplishing 'the raising of the cubs'.

(I can also report that other than a few minutes of excitement and an extra trip outside, the dogs were able to quickly go back to sleep without any apparent signs of being traumatized; and the bratty cats couldn't be bothered to even take notice of the event.)

As I mindlessly check in on the virtual world while waiting for the coffee to work it's magic, I'm presented with a video of a news report on the Vatican's position of consideration of the possibility/probability of alien worlds and beings: http://youtu.be/0h5L7IEqBjc   I honestly do not know what my thoughts are on this at the moment.  I'm really open-minded to the possibility and wonder of a lot of things, but aliens have not really been in my radar.  (However, I will admit that I've always had the opinion that vomiting children are associated, in some way, with aliens.)  Anywho, it appears that this really is legitimately newsworthy, and linking with NASA and the government. Who knew?  I, for one, did not.  If feels a little wacky to me, so of course I now feel compelled to hunt around for more stories.  Or just have more coffee.  We'll see.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

...Wine or Tea?

By the time we got home it seemed foolish to start in on the wine, but I can tell you that tea just isn't cutting it this evening.

Pondering the earthquakes in Colorado and Virginia, with 24 hours of each other, as well as the growing hurricane Irene and the devastating droughts in Texas.  Are we almost to the Apocalypse?  Has our country screwed itself up so bad (via our government) that it's going to just be imploded by Mother Nature?  Hmmm...

I will say that there has been some amusing propaganda generated by the earthquakes:

     One of my favorites was the first pic to show the devastation that resulted:


     Another was the headline, "The shaking was felt on the Martha's Vineyard golf course as Obama was just starting a round." Well, good heavens! (I would certainly hate to think that anything would disrupt his vacation. If so, he may start to wonder that he might possibly should have considered NOT going when his would-be constituency are in distress.)

     And one more, a PSA:  Text "Sorry you spilled your chai latte" to 90999 to donate $1 to the victims of the U.S. East Coast earthquake.

Yes, it is often the little things that amuse me. Little and snarky.

It has to be a sign of desperation that so many people here are having the thought that we would sure like to see some hurricane action ourselves.  We don't want any harm to any people or property, of course...just some pressure to break up our own terrible weather pattern.

So, will wish good luck to those Irene may be heading for, and give thanks that the earthquakes haven't broken us all to hell yet.  As for the Apocalypse, well, we'll see...

May tomorrow be a better day....

Monday, August 22, 2011

Here's to Another Week...

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Looks like it's the first day of school for many kiddos and parents out there today. From my own school days I remember the excitement of new clothes, new supplies, looking forward to seeing friends again, and new books in the classrooms. I loved to read, so any new book was exciting at first.  From my son's school days I remember the struggle to get him to wake up and get moving, the crazy traffic around school for the first few days, getting to wave at mommy-friends again, and the loads of paperwork he would bring home for me to fill out. It seemed like I had more homework in the first 2 days than he had all year!  So good thoughts for all the kiddos and parents out there today: May you all get to class and work on time, and may you help others to have an enjoyable and successful first day.

Something positive for today, hmmm....Oh, got it!  Straight from the tweet of the Dalai Lama (which in itself gives me very silly imagery in my head): "The practice of love can be expressed in one sentence: 'Do not harm others'." It doesn't get any simpler than that.

Go in peace, chickens.  

Sunday, August 21, 2011

...Goodbye Sunday

Apparently I have no thoughts today.

I must have been busy doing gloriously amazing things.

Hello Sunday...

Indulging in Sunday morning tradition of sharing coffee in bed with The Man and cuddling the fabulous Holly dog. Our Zen.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

...Fais do-do

Oh, I had a doozy of a song stuck in my head today! "Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road".  You can guess what I encountered on the drive to work that got this started. So, being the sharing person that I am, I put it on Facebook as soon as I got to work. I was a bit disappointed that only one person got the reference (and the desired effect of the endlessly looping ditty), but it was a looong time ago. 1972-73, as a matter of fact. Written and recorded by Mr. Loudon Wainwright III - songwriter, folk-singer, humorist, and actor. Now don't go thinking I just knew this. Curiosity got the best of me after several hours of the chorus in my head, which was the only part of the song I could remember, so I had to look it up this evening. I began wondering if there was any more to the song than that, as it seems a pretty silly topic. But, no. It was just a novelty song about the smell of dead skunk. And as weird as that may be, it also made me smile with recollection.  I remember the song playing on the radio, and I can remember singing it and laughing with my mother. And then any time we'd smell a skunk while driving, we would start singing. Pure silliness, from the long-dormant memory of a 5 year old.  So thank you, Mr. Dead Skunk. Your stink made me smile.

We saw the 'Glee' 3D Concert Movie today. Yes, I'm a Gleek. Even more so now than I was before the movie. It was Fantastic!! Not just because it is the Glee characters and songs that we love, but because of the stories related between the songs that show how the characters have influenced the lives of a handful of teens. It was truly inspirational, in my opinion. Or maybe I'm just a big ol' sap.  But the beauty of Glee is that it's not about celebrating the A-list teens. It's about embracing who you are, popular or not, and celebrating yourself.  And with the show's rise in popularity, this way of thinking has really affected the lives of real people. Kids (and let's be real, adults too) have identified with the characters, overcome challenges and fears, and have gained confidence and joy in their lives. And the movie shows this. I think that's a beautiful thing.  It's a shame the movie hasn't been more successful. I think many people didn't really know what it had to offer.  I certainly didn't know it would be the uplifting fun that it was.  Or maybe some people were put off by critics that underrated it because it didn't offer a lot of backstage hangouts with the cast. Meh. I think it was excellent the way it was. The songs were very well done, as they always are on the show, but with even more energy and enthusiasm. It really is impressive to realize how truly talented these kids are. That's what makes it so enjoyable to me. Not the silly relationships between the characters, but the characters themselves and the talents they share. And can you imagine what a trip this all must be for these kids?  They went from relative obscurity to rock-star status. From being part of a hit TV series, to now having a real concert tour around the world. All the while inspiring others. I danced in my seat. I laughed. And I was verklempt. All at the same time. It was wonderful!

Geez, who knew I had a Glee soap-box?  Actually, I guess it's just my Underdog soap-box. But I have one more thing to say about the movie:  Thank Glee I have much better songs looping in my head now!!!

I'm digging this random thought journaling much more than a gratitude journal.

Hell continues: High Temp Today = 107F; Heat Index = Inferno.  We complain because we are uncomfortable. And because the electric bills are so high.  But the big downer is that there are people in the state losing their livelihoods. Farms that are burned up, and ranchers having to just sell off herds because there is nothing to feed them. There are no politicians or big business to rant about for this. There's just helpless waiting. And a 7-day forecast looking just like today.

But to end on a good note... My favorite late night smells:  #1.  Earl Gray Tea. It smells like peace and calm in a teabag. How I lived without experiencing this for more than 40 years is just beyond me!  #2.  Wildflower Honey.  Oh, you lovely bee geniuses!  #1 + #2 = Om.

Fais do-do. Go to sleep.
Yes, cajun dances are known as fais do-do...because that's what they used to tell the children so that they could get on with dancing once the little ones were abed. Interesting, no?

Bon jour...

Kitty-Mania erupts in my bed every morning between 4:30-4:45.  They're silent as ninjas, I'll give them that, but they feel like flailing Sumo wrestlers on top of me. Who can sleep with that going on?? The Man, that's who. Totally oblivious. Lucky bastard.  Anyway, this nonsense is almost always started by the aforementioned bratty-cat supreme, Zumi.  He gets up from his place at my side, where he cuddles peacefully all night, stands on top of my legs, and proceeds to gently smacking on little Nom-Nom. I think it's his I'm-The-King moment. He lets her sleep in his (our) bed all night, as long as she stays out of His Zone, until that time that he must wake her with kitty domestic violence. And then they slap and kick and roll and body slam each other quite gloriously until I intervene.  It's kind of annoying, but also really funny and cute, so it's hard to be mad at them. When they wrestle any other time there is much caterwauling and usually some drama, but not at The Awakening. They're Sumo Ninjas. Sumo Ninja Ingrates.

My favorite early morning smells:  #1. Really good coffee brewing. Current house choice is Cafe Du Monde's Coffee and Chicory from, of course, Cafe Du Monde in New Orleans. Maybe I can't bodily go there right now, but my mind spends a good bit of its time there. (My mind is always going somewhere!)  #2. Turbinado sugar.  I love sugar, and Turbinado raw sugar is the richest, made by only partially refining the sugar cane. Imperial Sugar has the best one I've tried. It's dense and oh-so-slightly moist still, and the fragrance is dark and thick and rich and a bit reminiscent of molasses, but without the harshness. If you're discerning enough to not drink peasant-coffee, you'll love what Turbinado does to your brew.

There has to be a better way of dealing with all this hair than having to spend so much time blow-drying in the morning. I have other things I'd rather be doing, thank you. I love my hair. But I don't want to have to 'do' it.

I dislike having to work on Saturday mornings. Dislike is too mild. Yes, I'm grateful to have a job (don't get me started on the lack of available jobs), but I really hate going to work on Saturday morning. If I had a telecommuting job I wouldn't mind (and oh, how I wish I did!). So there's my bit of negativity for the morning.  Well, that and the hair.

So, to not end the morning's thoughts on negativity (which is bad juju for the day): Let's go out into the world today and not be mean to each other. Mean sucks.  Being snarky is okay, but don't be mean.

Off I go...

Friday, August 19, 2011

...Lights Out

This life-sucking heat is just so defeating. Running a few early afternoon errands rendered me totally useless. We hide out in our bedroom in the late afternoon because it's the furthest from the West side of the house. Like a cave. Except it really makes me want to decorate more in there. Make it a pretty cave.

I realized today that the time spent laying in a tanning bed is a great opportunity for meditative breathing exercises. Of course this realization would come to me on the day that I cancelled my membership with the facility due to the financial affliction. Which would explain the anxiety-driven hyperventilation I'd had fun with all morning. Anywho, yes, laying in the quiet chamber of light is a great place to really breathe and focus. Yes, I know tanning is not a really healthy thing to do, but I delusion-ally reassure myself that it's not so bad because I don't do it very often. 

What is it with all the "i"-whatsits everywhere? Why on earth did Steve Jobs not copyright that? Maybe you can't copyright a single letter. I don't know. But I do know that product naming and marketing is getting i-ridiculous. Today's example: " i-Cool Menopause Relief Product "  i-Kid you not.  A few weeks ago it was a billboard for "iLasik".  Seriously?  Is that laser eye surgery by iPhone?  I'll keep my glasses, thank you!  I know, and truly do understand, that it all stems from the wild success of the actual i-Products. But for some reason it strikes me as notably wacky. Somewhat teetering on the brink of idiocracy. Or would that be iDiocracy?  I think I'm going to look forward to sharing these products as often as I find them. We'll call it the " iWTF? ".

Is there an app for that? Yes, a selection from the actual apps that do so often gleefully embrace idiocracy (my so far ultimate favorite):  "Confession. A Roman Catholic app for i Products". Yes, indeedy. Salvation via iTunes.  Because you know they have a direct line to God. (Well he's probably hanging out with Steve Jobs anyway.)

I love the movie She's Out Of My League!

Go to sleep. Tomorrow's another day...

Rise and Shine...

Why does Zumi Cat insist on waking me up to let him out of the bedroom 30 minutes to an hour before my alarm goes off?  He knows that I get up at the same time every morning. Does he really think he's going to perish in that last hour if I don't let him out Right Now???  Cats.  He's lucky he's gorgeous.

We had a power blinkage at some point in the wee hours. You would think it would be during the day when all the power is being sucked up by the 'burbs trying to stay cool, but not this time. So I'm discombobulated because little things did not come back on after the blink: the air purifier that keeps our room from being like a tomb of silence, the little light over the stove that keeps me from tripping over previously mentioned bratty cat as I stumble to the kitchen, and the timer that is set on my Beloved maker-of-coffee. Yes, I had to actually flip the switch myself and, I hope you're sitting down, WAIT for it to brew.  I know, I know.  But I'm okay.

Thank goodness my alarm is on my cell phone so it doesn't fail with power outages!  It only lets me down when my phone takes a trip to New Mexico at rising time.  Fortunately it goes to New Mexico at various times of the day, so it only left me without an alarm once.  I'm not sure what it does when it goes there, but I'm almost jealous that it travels out of our time zone far more than I ever have.  Except that it just goes to New Mexico.  That one is pretty far down on my We-Have-To-Go-To-There list.

On that note, I can't wait til the current financial affliction is over so that I can get an iPhone. I'm pretty sure I'm the last person without one. My boss, who can barely comprehend text and email, has one. Hordes of small children have them! Anyway, I can't wait to have my own iPhone so I can get the groovy apps for enlightenment, such as Yoga, and Shiva Nata ( http://shivanata.com/ ).  Isn't that awesome?  Yeah, I'll be one of the cool kids.

Are jellyfish thinking anything???

Thursday, August 18, 2011

...and Good Night


 Today I was kissed by a Dachshund puppy, a now-adult Golden Retriever that I first met as a puppy, a kitty that was the white version of my black Zumi (oh, how I would love to have them both!), and a beautifully enthusiastic young German Shepherd girl. These moments are the best part of my job.

What is up with the change of meaning for the term "Flash Mob"?  It was the term used to describe the seemingly-spontaneous outbreaks of choreographed dancing by mobs of people in celebration of any number of things. Now the news is full of stories of "Flash Mobs" that are nothing more than violent looting attacks by larcenous dregs of society with entitlement issues. Who felt that it was a good idea to use the same term to label two radically different groups of people??? They couldn't come up with anything else...anything...to describe the recent looters?  Did they try out "Sorry POS Thugs" first? What about "Worthless Scum Movement"?   Come on, I'm sure there is a plethora of descriptors that would be better suited than simply hijacking the already publicly-recognized name for a group of people who devote THEIR free time to celebrating moments and sharing joy with dance.

I'm quite certain that my soul is from County Clare:   The Cliffs of Moher, Bunratty Castle, the Poulnabrone Dolmen.  Cumha I ndiaidh an bhaile a bheith ort...

Tomorrow is Friday. A short work day. This is good. Tonight I wish to dream of Fall. And Ireland. And puppies. Goodnight, chickens.

Good Morning...

I'm in love with my coffee maker. We've been together for many years now, but the passion is still strong. And how could it not be? I give it less than 2 minutes of attention at night, and it makes for me fresh, hot, delicious java before I even make it into the kitchen each morning. If it could bring it to me in bed on my days off, I might just marry it. (kidding...I'm not one of *those* people!)

No more watching news, especially political discussion news programs, before bed at night. I do not need all of those people in my head in the dark!

WHAT is with the "hook-up" followers on Twitter?  Does anyone really think these are real hot-babes that are going to make all their dreams come true? It's not my deal to judge, I suppose, but eww...could you do me the favor of not following me? You're making the place smell bad. 

Per our weather man this morning: "Day #52. Today we tie 1954 for 3rd place. Highs of 106 today...107 Friday, 105 Sat, 103 Sun, Mon & Tue. If we're lucky...only 100 Wed!"
If this isn't Hell, we're definitely the neighbor next door!

Per the Dalai Lama:  "Moral ethics are the basis of world peace."  *sigh*  That's why world peace has become a fairy tale.