Now I'm REALLY not complaining.
I have a friend who's been married for approximately six months. Since the wedding (which had it's own special problems like the wrong cake being delivered to the reception and the best man's tux shirt going missing...)
She has gotten into one car accident that wasn't her fault. Resulting in totaling the car, injuring herself and two of her kids. She needed a few knee surgeries. During one of those surgeries she had a stroke. Now she's been in speech and physical therapy for over 90 days, just able to put weight on her right leg.
Now, his dad has died.
What's next? and that's only the short version!!
Makes my petty broken walk-man seem pretty damned insignificant.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I am not complaining, but I just had one of those days that felt like the universe was out to get me.
Some of my clothes I haven't worn in nearly a year appear to have shrunk in the closet. My pantyhose mysteriously split mid-day. My trip at lunch to purchase a DVD I have been looking forward to for months (Northern Exposure, Season 4) yielded NONE. A dear friend called with pretty terrible news. I got to the gym and my walk-man is totally NOT working, and no, it's not the batteries. (which was after my second "big box store trip" of the day, where I could have actually purchased a new one instead of the small CD player I bought to put on my desk at work)
*sigh*
Some of my clothes I haven't worn in nearly a year appear to have shrunk in the closet. My pantyhose mysteriously split mid-day. My trip at lunch to purchase a DVD I have been looking forward to for months (Northern Exposure, Season 4) yielded NONE. A dear friend called with pretty terrible news. I got to the gym and my walk-man is totally NOT working, and no, it's not the batteries. (which was after my second "big box store trip" of the day, where I could have actually purchased a new one instead of the small CD player I bought to put on my desk at work)
*sigh*
Monday, March 27, 2006
Yes, I am addicted to books. I just ordered a book about celebrities who have died mysteriously or been murdered. It's called "Cut". I can't wait to read it. I wonder if it will have Jayne Mansfield.
I also ordered "The Velveteen Rabbit". I was telling my beau about it, and he said he'd never heard of it. I hadn't read it for years, and sadly it's not a part of my library. I do love children's books, and have some. So I thought, I can get it now and read it to him in the future. I do think Maggie on Northern Exposure was right. Everyone does love to be read to.
Now, though, I'm on to a Patricia Cornwell book, "Trace". I haven't read one in a while, and I think I missed one or two. I'm not sure what's going on with the main character. She's moved to another city! I'll have to catch up with Dr. Scarpetta. It cracks me up how I talk about her as if she's a real person, an old friend. But that is how books feel to me sometimes, like companions.
I've really truly been trying to cull the collection down. To have some to take to the bookstore so they can sell them in the used section. But then I get some store credit, to do what? To turn around and get MORE!! I have resisted the urge to get any more cookbooks though, and for that I am proud of myself. I really can't get rid of any of those yet, though there are some I have never used. That doesn't mean I never will.
I don't get it though. When I have a book that I won't likely read again, I see it and it somehow reminds me of a time or period in my life, and how it got me through, or helped me escape, or taught me something, or showed me a new sight. They are a part of me in that way, and in a sense, a part of my family.
I also ordered "The Velveteen Rabbit". I was telling my beau about it, and he said he'd never heard of it. I hadn't read it for years, and sadly it's not a part of my library. I do love children's books, and have some. So I thought, I can get it now and read it to him in the future. I do think Maggie on Northern Exposure was right. Everyone does love to be read to.
Now, though, I'm on to a Patricia Cornwell book, "Trace". I haven't read one in a while, and I think I missed one or two. I'm not sure what's going on with the main character. She's moved to another city! I'll have to catch up with Dr. Scarpetta. It cracks me up how I talk about her as if she's a real person, an old friend. But that is how books feel to me sometimes, like companions.
I've really truly been trying to cull the collection down. To have some to take to the bookstore so they can sell them in the used section. But then I get some store credit, to do what? To turn around and get MORE!! I have resisted the urge to get any more cookbooks though, and for that I am proud of myself. I really can't get rid of any of those yet, though there are some I have never used. That doesn't mean I never will.
I don't get it though. When I have a book that I won't likely read again, I see it and it somehow reminds me of a time or period in my life, and how it got me through, or helped me escape, or taught me something, or showed me a new sight. They are a part of me in that way, and in a sense, a part of my family.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
I swear I try to spend my money locally. I circled the blocks downtown for at least 20 minutes looking for a parking spot. I went in the boutique. I trolled through the whole store twice. It is the bane of my existence that when I have A) time and B) a bit of money to spend on myself, I CAN NOT find anything I like well enough to buy. I'll be back, though.
However, I did find at the big box store, a pair of Monty Python boxer shorts for my beau, and a spiffy optical scrolling mouse for $9.99.
Next up, Northern Exposure, Season 4. That's not until Tuesday, though. I did get a workout DVD to go with my yoga ball. I hope that balances out. (pun intended)
Wil, would you update already? I'm on pins and needles!
However, I did find at the big box store, a pair of Monty Python boxer shorts for my beau, and a spiffy optical scrolling mouse for $9.99.
Next up, Northern Exposure, Season 4. That's not until Tuesday, though. I did get a workout DVD to go with my yoga ball. I hope that balances out. (pun intended)
Wil, would you update already? I'm on pins and needles!
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Somehow I thought since the keyboard was working after I spilled the water on it, that it would be fine the next day.
Only it wasn't. It was typing two letters for my every one.
No wonder my passwords weren't working. It was driving me mad last night. I had to run out right then and buy a whole new one!
Should have gotten a scrolling mouse while I was at it. I have one at work, but not here, so I'm always trying to scroll at home.
*grumbles*
Only it wasn't. It was typing two letters for my every one.
No wonder my passwords weren't working. It was driving me mad last night. I had to run out right then and buy a whole new one!
Should have gotten a scrolling mouse while I was at it. I have one at work, but not here, so I'm always trying to scroll at home.
*grumbles*
Friday, March 24, 2006
Why is it that some women spend their money and time pampering and caring for others but not themselves so much? I am one of those women. I buy my beauty products at the grocery store or at Target. But today I went to a Beauty Store. A place that sells the fancy schmancy salon type stuff. I treated myself to some swanky new hair care products. I'll admit the old crowning glory isn't looking as lush as it could. So I splurged a bit, spending about $20 and then another $15 on some wonderful smelling hand lotions. I feel like I've just gone and spent a whole lot of money on stuff that will be used up. But isn't it worth it to spoil ourselves just a little bit? To feel and smell our best?
I think it is.
I have to face it, as a Taurus, I love my creature comforts. I have to watch I don't spend too much. But on the flip side, I do deserve to treat myself without feeling guilty. It's just so hard to find that happy medium.
I think it is.
I have to face it, as a Taurus, I love my creature comforts. I have to watch I don't spend too much. But on the flip side, I do deserve to treat myself without feeling guilty. It's just so hard to find that happy medium.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
I feel like I'm waking up slowly after a long time of sadness, hibernation and sleepiness.
It feels good but it's also a small bit scary. It's always a bit scary to me to step out of what I know, what is comfortable and into a new way of seeing the world, and thinking, and taking it in.
I WANT to wake up though, I don't want to stay in that sleepy mode. It's just hard. I am not a morning person, and likely never will be. I accept that, and just learn to work within the framework.
My loved ones who have passed away surely wouldn't want me to slug along in a gray foggy stupor. They are close to me, on my mind, but I must use their lives and passing as a reminder to seize life, make memories and have wonderful experiences. The only regrets I have are the chances I didn't take, the things I didn't do. I don't want to continue that path.
I feel as the women in "Enchanted April" did, like they've been born anew, and that they may burst out. With song, with art, with word, with joy? That is not as important as the burst.
Like Chris said on Northern Exposure: "It's not the thing you fling, it's the fling itself."
It feels good but it's also a small bit scary. It's always a bit scary to me to step out of what I know, what is comfortable and into a new way of seeing the world, and thinking, and taking it in.
I WANT to wake up though, I don't want to stay in that sleepy mode. It's just hard. I am not a morning person, and likely never will be. I accept that, and just learn to work within the framework.
My loved ones who have passed away surely wouldn't want me to slug along in a gray foggy stupor. They are close to me, on my mind, but I must use their lives and passing as a reminder to seize life, make memories and have wonderful experiences. The only regrets I have are the chances I didn't take, the things I didn't do. I don't want to continue that path.
I feel as the women in "Enchanted April" did, like they've been born anew, and that they may burst out. With song, with art, with word, with joy? That is not as important as the burst.
Like Chris said on Northern Exposure: "It's not the thing you fling, it's the fling itself."
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
I used to be a TV fan, even an addict. I had certain shows I had to see or my life would be OVER. I suppose it began back in high school with my "Days of Our Lives" problem. I watched it all through college, even capturing roommate addicts in the process.
That's why I still love my VCR.
Now, though, I find less and less that I HAVE to see. In fact, I'm often disappointed at the lack of anything good on television. Even the shows I do like seem to be in repeat status much of the time. What is up with LOST? I do miss Sydney Bristow as well, but now that Jennifer Garner has had her baby, and the show had already jumped the shark, I am not surprised at it's being canceled. I wonder if the ending will be remotely satisfying.
I just hate how they have to take a perfectly good show and mess with it. Somehow they figure the characters have to hook up. (hello, Moonlighting and Northern Exposure want their storylines back) come to think of it, no they don't. Don't DO THAT. LEAVE IT ALONE. We liked the tough, pissed off Sydney. We liked her avenging spirit. I personally thought that Vaughan guy was never good enough for her. What a wuss. And then they had to go and get rid of every friend she ever had, and co-workers too. A girl can get by without her beau, but take away her peeps and you might as well put her in a rubber room. Oh, wait, I think they did that too.
I fear the same end will come to LOST. Now that JJ is off making MI:3. Another item that falls under my Tom Cruise boycott list. (that is a whole 'nother post)
It's getting thin out there. I watch a lot of TLC and Food Network. I take comfort in the fact that Season 4 of Northern Exposure comes out next week.
That's why I still love my VCR.
Now, though, I find less and less that I HAVE to see. In fact, I'm often disappointed at the lack of anything good on television. Even the shows I do like seem to be in repeat status much of the time. What is up with LOST? I do miss Sydney Bristow as well, but now that Jennifer Garner has had her baby, and the show had already jumped the shark, I am not surprised at it's being canceled. I wonder if the ending will be remotely satisfying.
I just hate how they have to take a perfectly good show and mess with it. Somehow they figure the characters have to hook up. (hello, Moonlighting and Northern Exposure want their storylines back) come to think of it, no they don't. Don't DO THAT. LEAVE IT ALONE. We liked the tough, pissed off Sydney. We liked her avenging spirit. I personally thought that Vaughan guy was never good enough for her. What a wuss. And then they had to go and get rid of every friend she ever had, and co-workers too. A girl can get by without her beau, but take away her peeps and you might as well put her in a rubber room. Oh, wait, I think they did that too.
I fear the same end will come to LOST. Now that JJ is off making MI:3. Another item that falls under my Tom Cruise boycott list. (that is a whole 'nother post)
It's getting thin out there. I watch a lot of TLC and Food Network. I take comfort in the fact that Season 4 of Northern Exposure comes out next week.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
I'm proud of myself today. I looked a flat tire in the face, admitted I had not a clue, and called a tow truck to have someone change it, got it fixed, and got to work. Albeit two hours late, but it's essentially all good. My insurance will even cover the cost of the tow truck.
Used to be anything car-related would happen and I'd be a mess. I'd panic. There may have been a brief moment of that, but it passed. And I kicked it in the bum.
My boyfriend says I ROCK. He's so wonderful.
Used to be anything car-related would happen and I'd be a mess. I'd panic. There may have been a brief moment of that, but it passed. And I kicked it in the bum.
My boyfriend says I ROCK. He's so wonderful.
Monday, March 20, 2006
I wonder why it seems like it takes forever for the first day of Spring to arrive, but the Summer goes by in a blink? And then Winter, it seems to last about 900 years!
Yay, and welcome Spring.
I have so many "around town" things I want to do, too. Museums and botanical gardens. Wonder of wonders, though, my family wants to come, too. Wow.
They like me, they really like me!! And they will actually be seen in public with me. That may seem like I'm trying to be funny, but there was a time when most of us were not on speaking terms. Add one baby, and some time, and we all seem to have come around and softened up just a little bit.
Yay for new beginnings. That's what Spring is all about. It's a "do-over".
Yay, and welcome Spring.
I have so many "around town" things I want to do, too. Museums and botanical gardens. Wonder of wonders, though, my family wants to come, too. Wow.
They like me, they really like me!! And they will actually be seen in public with me. That may seem like I'm trying to be funny, but there was a time when most of us were not on speaking terms. Add one baby, and some time, and we all seem to have come around and softened up just a little bit.
Yay for new beginnings. That's what Spring is all about. It's a "do-over".
Sunday, March 19, 2006
oh, and by the way, happy birthday to my friend Michael. The Star Wars loving, Spiderman movie-explaining, air hockey playing, video game fan who can imitate Yoda better than anyone I'd ever heard. He makes me laugh, he's a lot smarter than he thinks he is, and through all the crappy stuff people can do to eachother, he's just a plain good friend.
*raises her glass*
*raises her glass*
I'm feeling domestic this weekend. I made a wonderful leek and potato soup that's a bit pureed for thickening without cream. It's a weight watchers recipe, though I had heard how great leek soup was, I had never bought any. Turned out GREAT but with my happy potato peeling action, I have LOTS of soup now. At least I can put some in the freezer. And I made the most yummy ginger cherry cookies. Like a soft, doughy gingerbread dough with dried cherries. YUM. I want to make some oatmeal-chocolate chip-dried cherry ones too, but they'll have to wait for now.
I shouldn't have done that, though. I keep gaining weight, and then getting really mad at myself. I can be downright cruel. It seems to me I am simply preventing my own success. What puzzles me, though is that it's almost like two different people. One bakes the cookies and finds herself snacking on things at work, while the other one works out and pours over cookbooks, looking for good things to make.
I need to have a meeting with both of them.
I shouldn't have done that, though. I keep gaining weight, and then getting really mad at myself. I can be downright cruel. It seems to me I am simply preventing my own success. What puzzles me, though is that it's almost like two different people. One bakes the cookies and finds herself snacking on things at work, while the other one works out and pours over cookbooks, looking for good things to make.
I need to have a meeting with both of them.
Friday, March 17, 2006
I used to put up with the minor pain associated with breaking in new shoes. I have hard to fit feet. Now though, I find myself wincing and whining to myself a LOT more.
I'm pretty sure that's one of the signs of getting old. That and making noises when I get up and sit down. At least that's what my friend Mark says.
*grumbles*
I'm pretty sure that's one of the signs of getting old. That and making noises when I get up and sit down. At least that's what my friend Mark says.
*grumbles*
Thursday, March 16, 2006
cool Irish-esque green t-shirt: check.
I'm not Irish, but I love to wear the green. One year I dyed my hair green, but that was in 8th grade, and I used food coloring. Big hit in Catholic School, with my plaid skirt, white blouse and knee socks. Father Dave had to come over to see it, because he only heard about it. I like doing stuff like that, but I don't like the attention it brings. Trouble is, you can't have one without the other.
I used to have a Guinness shirt that some smarmy guy gave me. I had to get rid of it because I associated it with that series of bad choices I made. It was white with shamrocks, though. I hope someone who bought it from Goodwill is enjoying it now.
As my psych major roommate in college used to say, I am now attempting to "positively reframe" the holiday.
I do have the best boyfriend ever, though he's not here. I do have celtic jewelry I can wear. I even have green socks. If I find green nail polish this evening, I'll be giddy with the green, and even though I'll be at work, all will be pretty darn tootin' if you ask me.
I'm not Irish, but I love to wear the green. One year I dyed my hair green, but that was in 8th grade, and I used food coloring. Big hit in Catholic School, with my plaid skirt, white blouse and knee socks. Father Dave had to come over to see it, because he only heard about it. I like doing stuff like that, but I don't like the attention it brings. Trouble is, you can't have one without the other.
I used to have a Guinness shirt that some smarmy guy gave me. I had to get rid of it because I associated it with that series of bad choices I made. It was white with shamrocks, though. I hope someone who bought it from Goodwill is enjoying it now.
As my psych major roommate in college used to say, I am now attempting to "positively reframe" the holiday.
I do have the best boyfriend ever, though he's not here. I do have celtic jewelry I can wear. I even have green socks. If I find green nail polish this evening, I'll be giddy with the green, and even though I'll be at work, all will be pretty darn tootin' if you ask me.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
aura
yep, that's my aura. It was taken a while back, maybe two years. I think I remember her saying there was very strong unconditional love around me. I'm not sure if that was me sending it out, or others sending it to me. Also, violet is mystical and unifying, one of the stronger colors of the specturm. and blue is peaceful. So I guess I exude peace while I strive for spiritual understanding. Or I did that day.
I just can't seem to figure out how to post a picture to my profile unless it's here and I can link to it. eeesh.
Back to the Pat Benatar and Martina McBride show..
I wonder why it seems like anything anyone else is doing is infinitely more interesting than anything I have going on.
And why doesn't Target have any cool "St. Patrick's Day" green nail polish? I used to have all kinds of kooky colors. Back in high school, sure but again more recently. Ah well, I must be behind the times. Even the little kids stuff didn't yield success.
Nearly finished with my greatest latest book, "The Red Tent". Old Testament Biblical times told from the point of view of Jacob's daughter, Dinah. I didn't even know he HAD a daughter. Seems the women work and work, and do the midwife thing, breed the sheep, move the tents, and then have to sacrifice watching their children grow up to make things go smoothly. Twas ever thus.
Next up: "Cell" by Stephen King. It wasn't really next up, but it moved to the top of the pile as soon as I got it. "Wicked" is in there, and a Patricia Cornwell book...along with "The Glass Castle" and "French Women Don't Get Fat". Maybe that will help me rid myself of this last batch of weight I can't seem to shake. the first 50 pounds seemed to come off all right.
or maybe I'll drink lots of wine and I won't care.
on that note, it's dinner time!!
And why doesn't Target have any cool "St. Patrick's Day" green nail polish? I used to have all kinds of kooky colors. Back in high school, sure but again more recently. Ah well, I must be behind the times. Even the little kids stuff didn't yield success.
Nearly finished with my greatest latest book, "The Red Tent". Old Testament Biblical times told from the point of view of Jacob's daughter, Dinah. I didn't even know he HAD a daughter. Seems the women work and work, and do the midwife thing, breed the sheep, move the tents, and then have to sacrifice watching their children grow up to make things go smoothly. Twas ever thus.
Next up: "Cell" by Stephen King. It wasn't really next up, but it moved to the top of the pile as soon as I got it. "Wicked" is in there, and a Patricia Cornwell book...along with "The Glass Castle" and "French Women Don't Get Fat". Maybe that will help me rid myself of this last batch of weight I can't seem to shake. the first 50 pounds seemed to come off all right.
or maybe I'll drink lots of wine and I won't care.
on that note, it's dinner time!!
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