Just a few weeks back, we were enjoying the cooler weather in spring like manner, and now, we are hovering in the 90s with high humidity. Dog had to have a summer cut as he was starting to pant not more than five minutes after starting our afternoon walks. I can't blame him though, even I have a hard time. Some days I have a huge floppy hat on with my sunglasses! It just makes me that much more determined to get to the beach! The park was infested with womping mosquitoes until the city decided to spray this past week. Dog and I would come out running and covered in gray, now, it's good.
I have started working with the American Institute of Research doing Math and Science assessments from the Bill Gates funded programs in Chicago. I find Math and Science a lot less stressful than English, as there is not much room for subjectivity. YAY ! I am on an excellent team of people, and already feel attached since we have out performed most of the other teams on the projects. again, YAY!!!!
Oh, and I did received approval for the scholarship for school. I ended up choosing a "Master of Design" program at a private computer school. I'm sooooooooooo excited. I have been wanting to take this program for some four years now. What I am happy about, however, is that since I've had to wait, the upgraded versions of the softwares are so much sweeter than the versions I started with years ago! Easier too! Check out the Adobe Creative Suite 5 MASTER COLLECTION and the list of every program it contains! That is only part of what I will be learning, I am so super psyched!
As you can imagine, my schedule has become extremely busy. I think my son will be in town next month for a little while, and then his best friend gets married in October, so in between, I have to accomplish as much as possible! Phew! I did manage to get to a birthday party this week where it was my pleasure to see some old friends I haven't seen in awhile. I think I'm invited to a party over the 4th as well.
This weekend I have caught up on the series "Merlin" on SyFy, saw the Finale of "Tudors" which made me shed heavy tears! and watched "Broke Back Mountain" from start to finish (finally) and it was GREAT, and I shed many more tears!!!!! I Picked up "Legion" from the vid store, and thought it was "ok"....Ghost Hunter's Academy (lame), Design Star (lame), a couple of episodes of "House Hunting" on HGTV, a little World Cup Soccer, a little Tennis, a little NASCAR and now I am going to go finish up my laundry.....while dreaming of next week's three day weekend!
Peace.
santa monica
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Crispy Walk
One of the perks of living in the northern half of the United States is that summer comes a little later than in other regions. Actual summer comes after the date of "summer" instead of sweltering two months before! I woke up this morning to cool, crisp and wonderfully inviting weather. The only element that would have made it better for me would be the addition of a beach near by. I even slipped on a sweater as the dog and I stepped out to take a walk around the neighborhood. How nice it would be to hear the waves. My BFF and another BF will be in Myrtle Beach this week enjoying the summer sunshine. Every year I think I'm going to join them, and never get to. Again, we joke that we will be running around chasing men in our wheel chairs one day. Together at last!
So this walk, included a circus of Mother Nature's creatures coming out to enjoy the morning themselves, and to keep from getting my arms jerked out of their sockets, I allowed the dog more leash. I attempted to let him know I am NOT alright with him chasing the rabbits and the squirrels, even though I know it is in his nature. A tricky situation indeed. He likes to dance around with the birds as well, and they don't seem to mind. I am in awe of how happy he is with being alive. Such a wonderful soul!
I have lived out of the city for some 8 years or so and cherish these mornings of peaceful walks through my suburb. It's when TIME itself slows down. I only realize how spoiled I am out when I have to drive into the city every day to work. It is very annoying. And, there are the usual errands and repairs to the car, etc etc etc. But, for today, I am going to enjoy this sweet adventure since I will be kicking into a new contract next week.
Today there are some interesting political primaries going on. Especially, California and South Carolina and Nevada. If only we could get the Gulf oil spill cleaned up.
As I've written many times lately, I've been doing a lot of socializing and reconnecting with old friends and acquaintances. My Facebook is growing. I feel so blessed to know so many talented and good people! However, seeing people face to face is a little different than just talking to them on Facebook. Not to mention the fact that people's looks can change dramatically, including my own. Snickering to myself this morning, I remembered a conversation this past weekend where I was reminding someone who I was, what I've been involved with, what color hair I had, and oh, "....you just "Friended" me a few days ago..." in which there was "....oh yea yea yea...now I remember!"
*sigh* How did we ever live without social networking?????
It is one of my guilty pleasures.
I do have a watercolor to paint for a friend's mother's birthday, so I will make a trip to the art store today and pick up what I need and get to it and I've noticed I have many new flower blooms in my garden, so I'll be pruning and taking photos in reverence to their beauty! So for today, I am in a "rare" form of blissful content.
Best wishes
So this walk, included a circus of Mother Nature's creatures coming out to enjoy the morning themselves, and to keep from getting my arms jerked out of their sockets, I allowed the dog more leash. I attempted to let him know I am NOT alright with him chasing the rabbits and the squirrels, even though I know it is in his nature. A tricky situation indeed. He likes to dance around with the birds as well, and they don't seem to mind. I am in awe of how happy he is with being alive. Such a wonderful soul!
I have lived out of the city for some 8 years or so and cherish these mornings of peaceful walks through my suburb. It's when TIME itself slows down. I only realize how spoiled I am out when I have to drive into the city every day to work. It is very annoying. And, there are the usual errands and repairs to the car, etc etc etc. But, for today, I am going to enjoy this sweet adventure since I will be kicking into a new contract next week.
Today there are some interesting political primaries going on. Especially, California and South Carolina and Nevada. If only we could get the Gulf oil spill cleaned up.
As I've written many times lately, I've been doing a lot of socializing and reconnecting with old friends and acquaintances. My Facebook is growing. I feel so blessed to know so many talented and good people! However, seeing people face to face is a little different than just talking to them on Facebook. Not to mention the fact that people's looks can change dramatically, including my own. Snickering to myself this morning, I remembered a conversation this past weekend where I was reminding someone who I was, what I've been involved with, what color hair I had, and oh, "....you just "Friended" me a few days ago..." in which there was "....oh yea yea yea...now I remember!"
*sigh* How did we ever live without social networking?????
It is one of my guilty pleasures.
I do have a watercolor to paint for a friend's mother's birthday, so I will make a trip to the art store today and pick up what I need and get to it and I've noticed I have many new flower blooms in my garden, so I'll be pruning and taking photos in reverence to their beauty! So for today, I am in a "rare" form of blissful content.
Best wishes
Friday, May 7, 2010
4th Grade Writing
You couldn't create such writings as these 4th graders no matter how hard you tried. They are a laugh a minute. I don't mean to make fun of the children, and actually that's why you NEVER get to read any of these in published form. It's just that at this age they are beginning to use big words, or try to use big words, and they are forming memories of materials they have read. So when it comes out in writing, it is sometimes very mixed up, and VERY COMICAL. I call it brilliant! The best imaginations in the world.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
RedHeads
You would think that Ireland would be the country of the most redheads, but with a quick look on the Internet, you will see it is actually Scotland. Me I'm Scott-Irish, but I missed being a redhead. Instead I was really blond until I was a teenager and my hair started going towards that dirty blond color which started up my use of Sun In. Yes, covering my hair with peroxide while out on the water or laying in the backyard getting some rays. I would always end up with a few red pieces. It wasn't until later in my life that I deliberately became a redhead. A feisty, kick ass REDHEAD! (It looked good in film and video too)
One of my first major crushes was a really well built broad shouldered redhead named Brent that accompanied me and my family to Panama City, FL for the celebration of my 13th birthday. I'm not sure what happened to Brent, but it would be interesting to see him again. But lately, I've been hooked on Shawn White. There's just something about him. He's funny. He's full of energy. He's a GREAT Snowboarder. He seems to know no fear, and he seems to to be pretty well together. Not a real bad boy, just one of those jocks that is also pretty straightforward. YUMMY.
I had my favorite redhead, back in high school: C.L.
Every weekend my girls and I had this place we would go hang out where we could play pool and look at boys, and their cars. I was in the drag racing crowd, so our boys had Cobras, and all manner of muscle cars and old cars, rebuilt and reclassified. The Cobras were the fastest cars we were familiar with, but then a couple of corvettes got in the mix. C. L. would almost always show up, with his BLUE CORVETTE.
But, he always had an entourage of boys around him, and he was laughing and seemingly having a good time. I was hooked up with someone, so I watched from afar. From time to time our eyes did meet. I just wanted him to know I was watching him. Aside from his personality, the other part of C.L. that made him cool, was that corvette! C.L. always kept his corvette looking good and running good, and, not too many boys in our little town felt they could afford a corvette.
It turns out that he chose Charleston, S.C. as his port of choice. Moved there and became a successful Commercial Real Estate Developer. He is still very funny, very personable, happy, good looking, a little cocky and has many more vets, that are much more expensive!Snow Dog's Birthday
Today, April 29,2010 is my schnauzer's Birthday #3
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to SIR CALEB VLADIMIR (Caleb)
We are having cheese pizza and a scoop of vanilla ice cream (his favorites) then
a play date Friday and another play date Saturday!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to SIR CALEB VLADIMIR (Caleb)
We are having cheese pizza and a scoop of vanilla ice cream (his favorites) then
a play date Friday and another play date Saturday!
My Birthday in 2010
So the day started out really sunny, which was nice since it was cloudy and gloomy yesterday. I headed out to the country with a friend to eat at this little diner I've discovered. It's such a beautiful drive that I take it every chance I get. Afterwards, I took my dog for a long walk enjoying the warmth and easiness the day was vibing.
The roomie picked up the new DVD set of "AVATAR " One regular DVD and one Blue Ray. I took the time watch the regular DVD on the 32" in the main room. I LOVE the movie, but it did lose a little coming down from the movie screen. Some of the colors were not quite as vivid, but I was so into the story anyway, nothing was lost really. You either love it or hate it. I can't imagine hating it or not even liking it, but that's just me. Oh, and one word of warning, the smaller the television, the more the movie starts looking animated.
To celebrate my birthday, I received a box that contained 24 volumes of Nancy Drew Mystery Stories from my roommate. We actually had found them at that little antique store that reminded me of poking around at Grandma's house. I am really excited to have some of the books again. I have 5 from the original issue date in 1930-1957 and 3 from the 1970 print and the rest are from the 1960s. I'm stoked. Seriously. I had a few of them when I was growing up and I was always jealous that my ex-husband had managed to keep his "Hardy Boys" series. So now I once again own a few of Nancy Drew.
By 1:00 a big storm had moved in from the West. Lots of wind.....and lightening. The lilac tree took a real beating. So I ended up just walking on the treadmill, sitting in the hot tub and catching up on television. I was LAZY. No kidding.
By the end of the day I had mucho "Happy Birthday" wishes on my Facebook page (which I answered) that spilled over into Monday. Talked to my BFF, my son, my sister-in-laws, my brothers and my Mom via telephone. The old fashioned way. *sigh* HAPPY BIRTHDAY !
The roomie picked up the new DVD set of "AVATAR " One regular DVD and one Blue Ray. I took the time watch the regular DVD on the 32" in the main room. I LOVE the movie, but it did lose a little coming down from the movie screen. Some of the colors were not quite as vivid, but I was so into the story anyway, nothing was lost really. You either love it or hate it. I can't imagine hating it or not even liking it, but that's just me. Oh, and one word of warning, the smaller the television, the more the movie starts looking animated.
To celebrate my birthday, I received a box that contained 24 volumes of Nancy Drew Mystery Stories from my roommate. We actually had found them at that little antique store that reminded me of poking around at Grandma's house. I am really excited to have some of the books again. I have 5 from the original issue date in 1930-1957 and 3 from the 1970 print and the rest are from the 1960s. I'm stoked. Seriously. I had a few of them when I was growing up and I was always jealous that my ex-husband had managed to keep his "Hardy Boys" series. So now I once again own a few of Nancy Drew.
By 1:00 a big storm had moved in from the West. Lots of wind.....and lightening. The lilac tree took a real beating. So I ended up just walking on the treadmill, sitting in the hot tub and catching up on television. I was LAZY. No kidding.
By the end of the day I had mucho "Happy Birthday" wishes on my Facebook page (which I answered) that spilled over into Monday. Talked to my BFF, my son, my sister-in-laws, my brothers and my Mom via telephone. The old fashioned way. *sigh* HAPPY BIRTHDAY !
Saturday, April 24, 2010
The Day before My Birthday Looking at Shawn White
The March issue of "Rollingstone" with Shaun White on the cover is still gracing the top of my writing desk. He not only is HOT just to look at, but the very idea of all that raw energy he exudes is HOT too. I think I keep looking at the cover thinking how awesome sex would be with such a man, knowing full well that's why he's on the cover! To tantalize us!
Tomorrow is my birthday. Generally my birthday is MY day. I'm proud of MY day. It is the one time I receive the outpouring of attention I constantly crave. I would be going out tonight, except I've been sick this past week, and still a little pasty around the edges. So, it was a Peanut Buster parfait and chit chat on Facebook, a walk on the treadmill while thinking again about that weight I need to lose, a dip in the hot tub for fun and now blogging to you before searching for a movie to watch. But, birthdays are starting to come too quickly, and starting to bring a little fear with them. The fear is that I will not be able to complete the goals I have so burdened myself with. Rather, the expectations I have so burdened myself with.
I find myself thinking back to Robert Heinlein's character, Lazarus Long, who kept renewing his life and living it over and over and over......so he could experience all the things he wanted to. From the moment I've read those journals, I've wished I could live that much longer......too morbid? Perhaps, he did, after all, finally get tired of living, and all the renewing of his body actually began damaging it. I've been under the influence of way too much sci-fi lately. I know my internal clock is off. Mainly because I'm having to keep a schedule that my body just doesn't like. Up really early in the morning. BLAH.
I further corrupted myself with the ENTIRE series (ON DEMAND) of the "Spartacus: Blood and Sand" this week while blowing my nose and spacing out on cold medicine. But, I liked it. It was different, but I liked it. The added "soft porn" definitely nailed it. Lots of nakedness.
On the upbeat, I have been very fortunate to be socializing quite a bit more these days. I do, however, stay completely fascinated at how much humans can find to participate in. It is totally mind numbing for me to realize just how many events, promotions, fundraisers, backyard parties and stage performances I can choose from. It's like a retail store, a sort of Macy's of life.
For some 20+ years now my life has revolved and whirled like a mini Hollywood anyway. Or, perhaps a Harlequin Romance novel, or a daily soap opera. (I didn't plan it that way, it just evolved when I wasn't looking, honest).
Tomorrow is my birthday. Generally my birthday is MY day. I'm proud of MY day. It is the one time I receive the outpouring of attention I constantly crave. I would be going out tonight, except I've been sick this past week, and still a little pasty around the edges. So, it was a Peanut Buster parfait and chit chat on Facebook, a walk on the treadmill while thinking again about that weight I need to lose, a dip in the hot tub for fun and now blogging to you before searching for a movie to watch. But, birthdays are starting to come too quickly, and starting to bring a little fear with them. The fear is that I will not be able to complete the goals I have so burdened myself with. Rather, the expectations I have so burdened myself with.
I find myself thinking back to Robert Heinlein's character, Lazarus Long, who kept renewing his life and living it over and over and over......so he could experience all the things he wanted to. From the moment I've read those journals, I've wished I could live that much longer......too morbid? Perhaps, he did, after all, finally get tired of living, and all the renewing of his body actually began damaging it. I've been under the influence of way too much sci-fi lately. I know my internal clock is off. Mainly because I'm having to keep a schedule that my body just doesn't like. Up really early in the morning. BLAH.
I further corrupted myself with the ENTIRE series (ON DEMAND) of the "Spartacus: Blood and Sand" this week while blowing my nose and spacing out on cold medicine. But, I liked it. It was different, but I liked it. The added "soft porn" definitely nailed it. Lots of nakedness.
On the upbeat, I have been very fortunate to be socializing quite a bit more these days. I do, however, stay completely fascinated at how much humans can find to participate in. It is totally mind numbing for me to realize just how many events, promotions, fundraisers, backyard parties and stage performances I can choose from. It's like a retail store, a sort of Macy's of life.
For some 20+ years now my life has revolved and whirled like a mini Hollywood anyway. Or, perhaps a Harlequin Romance novel, or a daily soap opera. (I didn't plan it that way, it just evolved when I wasn't looking, honest).
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Easter Day 2010
I just watched "What's Love Got to Do With It?" on BET. I absolutely LOVE Tina Turner! She has been one of my heroines since I was about 10 years old and snuck into one of her concerts. I've lived her life through the tabloids and music magazines. She was in concert just last week, and I shuttered at how old she is starting to look. But then, she is up there dancing on the stage. I just wish I could meet her before she is no longer with us, or before I'm no longer here, and tell her how amazing a person she is.
So, it's Easter Sunday and since I'm so far away from anyone who would even care to spend any time with me, I spent my Sunday piddling around the house. Little of this, little of that. Yesterday I treated myself to a manicure and pedicure. Nice treat. The men down at the shop I go to are all so cute, and I just happen to NOT shave my legs before going, so I was embarrassed even though they really didn't care. After all, they wear gloves and they need the money.
Oh, I did buy a bag of "Robin's Eggs" (malted milk balls) and I picked up the DVD of "Sherlock Holmes" that Guy Richie produced, but I didn't care for the performance of Robert Downey Jr, I felt like he was trying to be Johnny Depp, but I do think he is oh so sexy, and was pissed that they totally tricked me with the trailer by just showing that one scene where he's handcuffed to the bed. It lasted all of two seconds. Jude Law was a GREAT side kick. Handsome too. So then I wrote two letters to my Dad, made 4 calls to my Mom, 2 calls to my sister-in-law (it's her birthday) and put in a call to my BFF, but she wasn't' around, sent a couple of texts each day to my son and his girlfriend and talked to my buds on Facebook.
Tomorrow I'm back to work on a project scoring papers of high school kids. It's not too heady a project, but lots of sitting down, which I really hate. After two weeks of pouring over paper after paper of kids who can not clearly explain the difference between a Dictatorship and a Democracy, I began to wonder if we should go on a campaign to teach the teachers how to teach this subject. Jeff Foxworthy came to mind as I thought,
So, it's Easter Sunday and since I'm so far away from anyone who would even care to spend any time with me, I spent my Sunday piddling around the house. Little of this, little of that. Yesterday I treated myself to a manicure and pedicure. Nice treat. The men down at the shop I go to are all so cute, and I just happen to NOT shave my legs before going, so I was embarrassed even though they really didn't care. After all, they wear gloves and they need the money.
Oh, I did buy a bag of "Robin's Eggs" (malted milk balls) and I picked up the DVD of "Sherlock Holmes" that Guy Richie produced, but I didn't care for the performance of Robert Downey Jr, I felt like he was trying to be Johnny Depp, but I do think he is oh so sexy, and was pissed that they totally tricked me with the trailer by just showing that one scene where he's handcuffed to the bed. It lasted all of two seconds. Jude Law was a GREAT side kick. Handsome too. So then I wrote two letters to my Dad, made 4 calls to my Mom, 2 calls to my sister-in-law (it's her birthday) and put in a call to my BFF, but she wasn't' around, sent a couple of texts each day to my son and his girlfriend and talked to my buds on Facebook.
Tomorrow I'm back to work on a project scoring papers of high school kids. It's not too heady a project, but lots of sitting down, which I really hate. After two weeks of pouring over paper after paper of kids who can not clearly explain the difference between a Dictatorship and a Democracy, I began to wonder if we should go on a campaign to teach the teachers how to teach this subject. Jeff Foxworthy came to mind as I thought,
"You might be a Dictator if......" not to undermine his redneck bit, but it would be a good one for describing Dictatorship to kids.
At least there are people who realize George Bush was NOT a Dictator. Sad that so many young people are entering the real world with either no knowledge or limited knowledge of the truths of life.
My eyes end up burning as they lose focus at the end of the day, and by the end of the week I'm cranky that I have to adhere to a daily schedule, rising in the early hours of the morning and ruining my natural body desires. If I could break something I would, and on Friday I almost shanked a ditsy blond in the break room. The really bad deal is that most of these people are so very desperate for socialization they overdue it, and I don't do well with people hanging on to me, licking my feet or trying to brown nose. And that fake positiveness that they try to project just sends my skin crawling! On the good side though, it does make me much happier to be working and working with really intelligent people!
I'm in the mood to go shopping. I've decided I want to buy some new clothes, some sexy clothes and start hitting the clubs to see if I can find some young hunk eager for a woman's attention. Ha....like you can't find a man who isn't horny and ready. Ok, so I'm the one who needs to be ready. I tried to break off the conversation with the blondy while I'm sitting at the table with a massive headache and thinking about horny young men, she, however, wouldn't shut up. I can still see her bug eyes as I got up and announced, "I am not going to do this with you right now" while giving her the look of death, you know, the one that makes people know you are ready to do them bodily harm? and then walked out the door. But, by early afternoon, she, with her postive outlook, brushed by with a "you have a happy holiday and I'll see you Monday"
Nobody seems surprised that I'm always in the middle of my own dramas. But, they don't know how much energy it takes for me to maintain any kind of relationship. Friendship or otherwise. It goes back to my abandonment issues. Cash for sex would be so much easier.
Somewhere during this weekend I did see a blurb from some evangelist talking about leaving your bitterness behind. I think about that and decide that it's much easier to come from a place of happiness when one has finally achieved a certain level of fame, or fortune, or just has gotten too old. Or, maybe just feel loved. I'm still ticked off that I'm not working on a stage production or dancing or singing for a show, instead I'm doing regular work.........I'm thinking it's the old that will make me finally slow down. (Being loved would be the ultimate). Then maybe I can once again just be. Everyday. Just get up, feel the warmth of the sun, walk along a beach and smell the salt air, write my memoirs and become finally and completely the honest me. And maybe, just maybe, someone, somewhere will give a damn..
Peace.
At least there are people who realize George Bush was NOT a Dictator. Sad that so many young people are entering the real world with either no knowledge or limited knowledge of the truths of life.
My eyes end up burning as they lose focus at the end of the day, and by the end of the week I'm cranky that I have to adhere to a daily schedule, rising in the early hours of the morning and ruining my natural body desires. If I could break something I would, and on Friday I almost shanked a ditsy blond in the break room. The really bad deal is that most of these people are so very desperate for socialization they overdue it, and I don't do well with people hanging on to me, licking my feet or trying to brown nose. And that fake positiveness that they try to project just sends my skin crawling! On the good side though, it does make me much happier to be working and working with really intelligent people!
I'm in the mood to go shopping. I've decided I want to buy some new clothes, some sexy clothes and start hitting the clubs to see if I can find some young hunk eager for a woman's attention. Ha....like you can't find a man who isn't horny and ready. Ok, so I'm the one who needs to be ready. I tried to break off the conversation with the blondy while I'm sitting at the table with a massive headache and thinking about horny young men, she, however, wouldn't shut up. I can still see her bug eyes as I got up and announced, "I am not going to do this with you right now" while giving her the look of death, you know, the one that makes people know you are ready to do them bodily harm? and then walked out the door. But, by early afternoon, she, with her postive outlook, brushed by with a "you have a happy holiday and I'll see you Monday"
Nobody seems surprised that I'm always in the middle of my own dramas. But, they don't know how much energy it takes for me to maintain any kind of relationship. Friendship or otherwise. It goes back to my abandonment issues. Cash for sex would be so much easier.
Somewhere during this weekend I did see a blurb from some evangelist talking about leaving your bitterness behind. I think about that and decide that it's much easier to come from a place of happiness when one has finally achieved a certain level of fame, or fortune, or just has gotten too old. Or, maybe just feel loved. I'm still ticked off that I'm not working on a stage production or dancing or singing for a show, instead I'm doing regular work.........I'm thinking it's the old that will make me finally slow down. (Being loved would be the ultimate). Then maybe I can once again just be. Everyday. Just get up, feel the warmth of the sun, walk along a beach and smell the salt air, write my memoirs and become finally and completely the honest me. And maybe, just maybe, someone, somewhere will give a damn..
Peace.
The Negative Politics
Sitting in the early morning darkness, listening to the spring rain. I was curled up in my bed covers meditating, just last week I started a work project for the Department of Education. Not a huge project, not particularly great pay, but good pay, good people and I'm using my brain a little more. The events of the past few weeks with the Healthcare Reform had me so angry at those who choose not to LOOK at what's going on, and took me back to the 60's when I was growing up and going to meetings with my Dad regarding de-segregation in Florida and watching the riots occurring in the north on television. I can remember my Dad being an old softie for the poor and disadvantaged and he believed so strongly in de-segregation and equality that he put his job on the line. The people I'm working with right now are the same way, God love 'em, but they also turn a blind eye to the fiscal nature of the changes that are happening, and these papers we are reading from the students are horrific. At least 2/3 rds of these kids do not know anything about the subject matter, nor can they communicate in writing. That scares me.
I've sat on that philosophical fence since I was child. My family was supposedly Democrat, but much has changed in those years, as has the party. I guess if I had never been thrown in the position of having to make my own money and raising a child as a single parent, going through periods of extreme poverty and not taking Welfare, I wouldn't take offense at what is going on, and I might still be a staunch liberal. As it is, I'm just lost, and mad, and I love the fact that someone, somewhere will use my anger to say I'm overreacting and should just "have faith." Right. I think there are people who could easily turn this into a civil war.
Last year we celebrated both the 40th anniversary of Motown and Woodstock. I found that fascinating. I played Motown tunes constantly on my phonograph and danced around my room singing along. Woodstock presented a different picture to me. I know a lot of people are still celebrating those days and saying they were proud to be a "hippie" but I was never a "hippie", nor did I smoke MJ. Tried it once, hated it. End of story. As far as "free love" and nakedness in public, I've never cared to participate. I don't hold it against people who want to, but I say take it behind closed doors! As far as "free love", well, that thought has been a hindrance to many relationships since. Even though the music of the participants of the Woodstock concert were amazing artists, I always held a certain "uneasiness" with their lyrics. I sensed a haughty, arrogant, "I'm better than you" attitude, and because of that,"I am entitled to do or say anything to you that I want to. " There was of course another side to Woodstock, that of peace, love and stop the war. I supported that. Vietnam was a disaster and we lost many good boys. I cried when I saw the war footage. I cried when I thought of the senseless deaths. But those memories are like bad relationships or better yet, the events of "911". One really only needs to revisit them occasionally to continue to feel the great impact.
Jimi Hendrix I loved, I thought he was real, but alas, he was a junkie. Actually, following Woodstock on the news is what has kept me from being a junkie. Even though the music was amazing during that time period, all these little quirks are what has made me hesitate to ever "celebrate" Woodstock. It's very similar to following Weber's operas. I love them, but something about them gives me a very uneasy feeling. I think it's because I concluded at a very young age that even though none of the story was possible, it was alluring to an addictive level. Possible addiction makes me run the other way.
In my house, we watched the evening news as a family, most of the time with Walter Cronkite. I watched the riots and the hippie fests with knots in my stomach and feelings of nausea. What is going on RIGHT NOW in this country? People are divided. If I had not been raised with some sort of discipline and moderation, I would feel invincible and entitled. (Not that I haven't acted that way at certain times in my life), but, as it is, from an early age I have been hyper aware. A thinker, making choices on my own, while guided by the values I was taught. I've always been independent and strong willed. If you know me, you know me. But, I was never a "Jesus Freak" either.
I have NEVER supported violence as a way to make change. However, I would join in to defend our borders. I know certain levels of violence can't be helped. People are passionate and terrified. I'm not fond of anyone NOT following the process. Rules are made for a reason. I do think that immigration leniency has caused HUGE problems. We don't have a consistent set of beliefs for the common good. But of course the argument of the new generation and their supporters is that the process doesn't work. I don't actually think any of them have been alive long enough to make that opinion. But, in their defense, it HASN'T WORKED in the last 20 years. People can accuse the "Republicans" and the "Tea Party" all they want, but I know, it's the wave of GREEDY, POWER HUNGRY LIARS. I honesty don't believe the administration cares about us, we aren't allowed to take care of our own, now the President wants us to bring more people to the table. I see the young and innocent caving. He is, after all, extremely charismatic.
I'm going to be forced to love them or leave them and I can't seem to accept either. Some of it is just being a mother. I wanted a good life for my offspring and their offspring, not constant angst and struggle. I wanted to be able to enjoy the fruits of my labor and the promises implied to me for living in the United States. I have learned that liberals don't tend to look at "non-disclosure" as a "lie" and so I have to sometimes rethink my stance. Yet, I feel like it's Great Britain in India all over again! The wealthy are trying to enslave all the classes, and the people are letting them because it's still a better life than not. Oh, I know it's not all of the wealthy, just the power mongers. These are the days I want to pray, but have no faith. Maybe that's why I'm scared.
When I read these stories put into their own words, I see where our children are being terribly ignored in real education. I see where "no child left behind" doesn't work, except to further promote the dependency of the ignorant on the government. The numbers are high my friends, and we really should be concerned. Perhaps, in time, we can address the true problems and make real change since this first step in legislation has been made. All I can say is that the Jim Crow Laws were on the books for a very very long time. I'm hoping with all my heart that legal oppression hasn't returned.
In the meantime, my liberal friends and my "Christian" friends AND my Republican friends will help keep me sane. They will patiently explain and I will work to stay silent and contemplative. I will always love their role in my life. ALWAYS. I am grateful that they tolerate me. I worry about their materials needs and they put cold cloths on my fevered head. I can find continued peace in quiet moments and good books, while finding happiness in being ALIVE and well. "The glass 1/2 Full..." principle.
Love to all.
I've sat on that philosophical fence since I was child. My family was supposedly Democrat, but much has changed in those years, as has the party. I guess if I had never been thrown in the position of having to make my own money and raising a child as a single parent, going through periods of extreme poverty and not taking Welfare, I wouldn't take offense at what is going on, and I might still be a staunch liberal. As it is, I'm just lost, and mad, and I love the fact that someone, somewhere will use my anger to say I'm overreacting and should just "have faith." Right. I think there are people who could easily turn this into a civil war.
Last year we celebrated both the 40th anniversary of Motown and Woodstock. I found that fascinating. I played Motown tunes constantly on my phonograph and danced around my room singing along. Woodstock presented a different picture to me. I know a lot of people are still celebrating those days and saying they were proud to be a "hippie" but I was never a "hippie", nor did I smoke MJ. Tried it once, hated it. End of story. As far as "free love" and nakedness in public, I've never cared to participate. I don't hold it against people who want to, but I say take it behind closed doors! As far as "free love", well, that thought has been a hindrance to many relationships since. Even though the music of the participants of the Woodstock concert were amazing artists, I always held a certain "uneasiness" with their lyrics. I sensed a haughty, arrogant, "I'm better than you" attitude, and because of that,"I am entitled to do or say anything to you that I want to. " There was of course another side to Woodstock, that of peace, love and stop the war. I supported that. Vietnam was a disaster and we lost many good boys. I cried when I saw the war footage. I cried when I thought of the senseless deaths. But those memories are like bad relationships or better yet, the events of "911". One really only needs to revisit them occasionally to continue to feel the great impact.
Jimi Hendrix I loved, I thought he was real, but alas, he was a junkie. Actually, following Woodstock on the news is what has kept me from being a junkie. Even though the music was amazing during that time period, all these little quirks are what has made me hesitate to ever "celebrate" Woodstock. It's very similar to following Weber's operas. I love them, but something about them gives me a very uneasy feeling. I think it's because I concluded at a very young age that even though none of the story was possible, it was alluring to an addictive level. Possible addiction makes me run the other way.
In my house, we watched the evening news as a family, most of the time with Walter Cronkite. I watched the riots and the hippie fests with knots in my stomach and feelings of nausea. What is going on RIGHT NOW in this country? People are divided. If I had not been raised with some sort of discipline and moderation, I would feel invincible and entitled. (Not that I haven't acted that way at certain times in my life), but, as it is, from an early age I have been hyper aware. A thinker, making choices on my own, while guided by the values I was taught. I've always been independent and strong willed. If you know me, you know me. But, I was never a "Jesus Freak" either.
I have NEVER supported violence as a way to make change. However, I would join in to defend our borders. I know certain levels of violence can't be helped. People are passionate and terrified. I'm not fond of anyone NOT following the process. Rules are made for a reason. I do think that immigration leniency has caused HUGE problems. We don't have a consistent set of beliefs for the common good. But of course the argument of the new generation and their supporters is that the process doesn't work. I don't actually think any of them have been alive long enough to make that opinion. But, in their defense, it HASN'T WORKED in the last 20 years. People can accuse the "Republicans" and the "Tea Party" all they want, but I know, it's the wave of GREEDY, POWER HUNGRY LIARS. I honesty don't believe the administration cares about us, we aren't allowed to take care of our own, now the President wants us to bring more people to the table. I see the young and innocent caving. He is, after all, extremely charismatic.
I'm going to be forced to love them or leave them and I can't seem to accept either. Some of it is just being a mother. I wanted a good life for my offspring and their offspring, not constant angst and struggle. I wanted to be able to enjoy the fruits of my labor and the promises implied to me for living in the United States. I have learned that liberals don't tend to look at "non-disclosure" as a "lie" and so I have to sometimes rethink my stance. Yet, I feel like it's Great Britain in India all over again! The wealthy are trying to enslave all the classes, and the people are letting them because it's still a better life than not. Oh, I know it's not all of the wealthy, just the power mongers. These are the days I want to pray, but have no faith. Maybe that's why I'm scared.
When I read these stories put into their own words, I see where our children are being terribly ignored in real education. I see where "no child left behind" doesn't work, except to further promote the dependency of the ignorant on the government. The numbers are high my friends, and we really should be concerned. Perhaps, in time, we can address the true problems and make real change since this first step in legislation has been made. All I can say is that the Jim Crow Laws were on the books for a very very long time. I'm hoping with all my heart that legal oppression hasn't returned.
In the meantime, my liberal friends and my "Christian" friends AND my Republican friends will help keep me sane. They will patiently explain and I will work to stay silent and contemplative. I will always love their role in my life. ALWAYS. I am grateful that they tolerate me. I worry about their materials needs and they put cold cloths on my fevered head. I can find continued peace in quiet moments and good books, while finding happiness in being ALIVE and well. "The glass 1/2 Full..." principle.
Love to all.
First Day of Spring 2010
So today I get up early and head down to one of my favorite Metro Parks to do some very aerobic hiking. It's the first official day of Spring for this year and the weather is quite comfortable. My park has really steep climbs and weaving trails up and down the hills. I was welcomed by a triple set of deer up near the park's entrance and except for a young woman with her two children, the only other beings I encountered were various species of ducks and woodpeckers.
About a month ago I noticed the Cardinals and the Robins coming out to look around. The sightings were followed by an ever increasing crescendo of bird calls as the early morning light came up over the horizon. After that, I just had to start getting use to hearing birds again all day. Woodpeckers are a nice addition I think.
The unique quirk about this particular park is the existence of a "Buzzard's Peak". On one side of the park, in the trees, you can get a glimpse of the nests and circling parents. They, of course, fly around the park, but they are most concentrated around the nests. I have another area I go to that is an Egret's nesting ground. It's just down the road from where I live. I noticed the Egrets were beginning to gather at the pond and sit in the nests. So cool!
On my way home I stopped into this Antique Shop a friend had told me about. It's in an old shoe making factory that is four floors. As I meandered around the aisles, I saw several items I will commit to memory so I can return with money and a truck! I decided to check out the "Specialty Shop" which was located in the basement area, and as I went down the stairs and turned the corner, I was instantly sent back in time to my Grandmother's attic. It was a floor of VERY antique items. I felt like I was five years old again holding Grandpa's hand and looking around for an item he and Grandma needed to find and pull out to use !
In another area of the store, I discovered a section of hand puppets and could have easily dropped the money to buy all 15 of the ones on display! Yes, I had to make myself leave but made a mental note to return. So I headed home.
Last fall I decided I was tired of not having enough flowers showing up in the Spring, so I planted some 300 bulbs, splitting them up to fit in the four flower beds I have. This week they have started to rise above the ground, and my Crocus are blooming. I'm SO HAPPY!!!! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE ALL THE BLOOMS!
I noticed two more elements of Spring I tend to forget, until the weather is warm enough, and those are:
1. A MILLION MOTORCYCLES, (Mostly Harleys), RUMBLING, and TEARING UP THE HIGHWAYS
2. The HUNDREDS of LITTLE DOGS being brought out into the yards, many of which, can't stop yapping, EVER! (until they go back inside and you get a reprieve) *phew*
Welcome to Spring in the neighborhood !
About a month ago I noticed the Cardinals and the Robins coming out to look around. The sightings were followed by an ever increasing crescendo of bird calls as the early morning light came up over the horizon. After that, I just had to start getting use to hearing birds again all day. Woodpeckers are a nice addition I think.
The unique quirk about this particular park is the existence of a "Buzzard's Peak". On one side of the park, in the trees, you can get a glimpse of the nests and circling parents. They, of course, fly around the park, but they are most concentrated around the nests. I have another area I go to that is an Egret's nesting ground. It's just down the road from where I live. I noticed the Egrets were beginning to gather at the pond and sit in the nests. So cool!
On my way home I stopped into this Antique Shop a friend had told me about. It's in an old shoe making factory that is four floors. As I meandered around the aisles, I saw several items I will commit to memory so I can return with money and a truck! I decided to check out the "Specialty Shop" which was located in the basement area, and as I went down the stairs and turned the corner, I was instantly sent back in time to my Grandmother's attic. It was a floor of VERY antique items. I felt like I was five years old again holding Grandpa's hand and looking around for an item he and Grandma needed to find and pull out to use !
In another area of the store, I discovered a section of hand puppets and could have easily dropped the money to buy all 15 of the ones on display! Yes, I had to make myself leave but made a mental note to return. So I headed home.
Last fall I decided I was tired of not having enough flowers showing up in the Spring, so I planted some 300 bulbs, splitting them up to fit in the four flower beds I have. This week they have started to rise above the ground, and my Crocus are blooming. I'm SO HAPPY!!!! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE ALL THE BLOOMS!
I noticed two more elements of Spring I tend to forget, until the weather is warm enough, and those are:
1. A MILLION MOTORCYCLES, (Mostly Harleys), RUMBLING, and TEARING UP THE HIGHWAYS
2. The HUNDREDS of LITTLE DOGS being brought out into the yards, many of which, can't stop yapping, EVER! (until they go back inside and you get a reprieve) *phew*
Welcome to Spring in the neighborhood !
My Wolf Gets Me
Okay, so I was correct in my feeling that I could not impress the Marketing girl at that prestigious school. It was a long shot. I will have to admit I am not in the mood to try and please some arrogant Board of Directors at a rich kid school. I'm in the mood to go away and start all over. I need to be alone and just live and create. I am still considering my options though, because I can't decide whether to move away completely, or sneak somewhere out in the woods and just be a hermit for a year or two.
It would all be so much easier if I had made better choices. Now, I just wish I could go back to when he showed up outside my door in his little Porshe in the middle of the night, saying he was here to stay, and tell him he was crazy as hell ! I still wrestle with the back and forth guilt. I never should have, but I did! *sigh* I honestly don't know if he ever loved me anyway.
Time to look for a partner.
This is the weekend that the Health Care Bill is going to finally be voted on, and I'm terrified that I will have to learn how to function all over again, since Progressives will rule if it gets passed. Life is so annoying in how it flips us around from doctrine to doctrine, wildly adjusting to a new philosophy. I hate it. What makes the time I live in so special that I have to endure these upheavals? Take me back Calgon! (Of which I bought two boxes on special the other day and have been taking long hot baths hoping that I can relax and get some real sleep. So far, not a chance).
I've heard that people making $100,000 or more aren't even feeling the effects of this horrible economy. Don't I know that. Try to have a real conversation with someone like that. What Health Care Bill? He wants to do what? Naw, I think you're misinterpreting everything. How nice it would have been to be born with a silver spoon. Or, how nice it would be to have rich parents who are there when you really need them. Better yet,
how nice it would be if we had a world of basic equality, love and respect for one another and no one homeless or hungry. Instead of the pack of wolves that circle the camp every day.
Peace.
It would all be so much easier if I had made better choices. Now, I just wish I could go back to when he showed up outside my door in his little Porshe in the middle of the night, saying he was here to stay, and tell him he was crazy as hell ! I still wrestle with the back and forth guilt. I never should have, but I did! *sigh* I honestly don't know if he ever loved me anyway.
Time to look for a partner.
This is the weekend that the Health Care Bill is going to finally be voted on, and I'm terrified that I will have to learn how to function all over again, since Progressives will rule if it gets passed. Life is so annoying in how it flips us around from doctrine to doctrine, wildly adjusting to a new philosophy. I hate it. What makes the time I live in so special that I have to endure these upheavals? Take me back Calgon! (Of which I bought two boxes on special the other day and have been taking long hot baths hoping that I can relax and get some real sleep. So far, not a chance).
I've heard that people making $100,000 or more aren't even feeling the effects of this horrible economy. Don't I know that. Try to have a real conversation with someone like that. What Health Care Bill? He wants to do what? Naw, I think you're misinterpreting everything. How nice it would have been to be born with a silver spoon. Or, how nice it would be to have rich parents who are there when you really need them. Better yet,
how nice it would be if we had a world of basic equality, love and respect for one another and no one homeless or hungry. Instead of the pack of wolves that circle the camp every day.
Peace.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Auto Mechanics 101 NOT
I should have taken auto mechanics somewhere along the way, I know that now. It's not funny to talk about considering the in an out love affairs I've had with certain cars through the years, and that I raced them for a time. It's just that I've always had SOME man in my life that knew how to take care of them, and at least do some of the mechanics, saving me great amounts of money and allowing me to be lazy with the learning.
I was raised in the South, and every guy I knew could work on cars. Loved cars. It was in fact a clever way to keep them focused and out of trouble. Just let them work on the car! They loved to drive too, so you never had to worry about getting somewhere.
Then I moved North. I'm not saying the men here don't work on cars, but, NOT in the social circles I came to live in.
1. In the business world of big bucks buddies, they just pay someone to fix cars
2. If it's a hobby then he doesn't really want to deal with the everyday car OR,
3. he's a musician or artist who either
a) has no idea how to work on a car, or
b) he's broke, or,
c) he WON'T spend his money on a car but he will buy that new piece of equipment for the
sake of his "art."
(I've had two major boyfriends since my divorce and both were really good with cars, and sex. I got spoiled, really spoiled. A healthy running car is as important as great sex)!
I have made myself learn from manuals how to do some of the small stuff on the cars I've owned. Many times it was because I was desperate, and it was the only way that car was going to get back on the road. I laugh when I think of all the rubber band repairs I've had to do. Pieces and parts. Just barely holding the vehicle together. If I had been stopped for an inspection, I would never had passed. Never. Have you ever been stuck out in the middle of nowhere, between cities, at a scary rest stop in the middle of the night, without a cell phone? I have, and I think I have a few gray hairs from those experiences.
These days I am in between being able to afford a repair job, and having to do a rubber band job for the short term. Being in between boyfriends doesn't help either. I know I'm not alone in this club, but, it doesn't make it any better. I still get this nauseating feeling deep in the pit of my stomach when I'm waiting for the mechanic to give me the low down on the problem. Let's face it, it's expensive to maintain cars. Parts are expensive, labor is expensive, your time is taken from you, EXPENSIVE. This is the point in which I get really pissed off at my ex-husband. Although, he couldn't work on cars either! This would be really comical if I weren't crying so hard from feeling sorry for myself.
In the meantime, I get dressed, throw my chin up and go on in a world that's COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS to my reality. Many of my experiences are a long way from the safe and blissful lifestyle I once enjoyed. A lifestyle that most of the people I know still enjoy. What ever would they think of me if they knew?
Just give me Harry Potter's wand and I'll be fine.
I was raised in the South, and every guy I knew could work on cars. Loved cars. It was in fact a clever way to keep them focused and out of trouble. Just let them work on the car! They loved to drive too, so you never had to worry about getting somewhere.
Then I moved North. I'm not saying the men here don't work on cars, but, NOT in the social circles I came to live in.
1. In the business world of big bucks buddies, they just pay someone to fix cars
2. If it's a hobby then he doesn't really want to deal with the everyday car OR,
3. he's a musician or artist who either
a) has no idea how to work on a car, or
b) he's broke, or,
c) he WON'T spend his money on a car but he will buy that new piece of equipment for the
sake of his "art."
(I've had two major boyfriends since my divorce and both were really good with cars, and sex. I got spoiled, really spoiled. A healthy running car is as important as great sex)!
I have made myself learn from manuals how to do some of the small stuff on the cars I've owned. Many times it was because I was desperate, and it was the only way that car was going to get back on the road. I laugh when I think of all the rubber band repairs I've had to do. Pieces and parts. Just barely holding the vehicle together. If I had been stopped for an inspection, I would never had passed. Never. Have you ever been stuck out in the middle of nowhere, between cities, at a scary rest stop in the middle of the night, without a cell phone? I have, and I think I have a few gray hairs from those experiences.
These days I am in between being able to afford a repair job, and having to do a rubber band job for the short term. Being in between boyfriends doesn't help either. I know I'm not alone in this club, but, it doesn't make it any better. I still get this nauseating feeling deep in the pit of my stomach when I'm waiting for the mechanic to give me the low down on the problem. Let's face it, it's expensive to maintain cars. Parts are expensive, labor is expensive, your time is taken from you, EXPENSIVE. This is the point in which I get really pissed off at my ex-husband. Although, he couldn't work on cars either! This would be really comical if I weren't crying so hard from feeling sorry for myself.
In the meantime, I get dressed, throw my chin up and go on in a world that's COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS to my reality. Many of my experiences are a long way from the safe and blissful lifestyle I once enjoyed. A lifestyle that most of the people I know still enjoy. What ever would they think of me if they knew?
Just give me Harry Potter's wand and I'll be fine.
A Fragile Male Ego
I had this interview with a prestigious private K-12 school this week for a Marketing and Public Relations position. Basically the job is to make videos of the students, during a project, on a project or participating in a school function and post them on the school's website, then write the gratuitous newsletter. Not real hard. She wanted ideas. So I was elaborating on the different ways it could be approached, yet trying to keep my language as simplistic as possible. I am discovering more and more the evidence of America's school systems being compromised and how the "no child left behind" program has produced fairly inarticulate mind wanderers. She was a beautiful girl, but could not state her needs clearly. She seemed more interested in my ex-husband's work or what one of my photographer friends was doing than me. Maybe that was her way of making small talk and I'm being much too harsh. I do think it would be a lot of fun to work with a younger person at a K-12 private school. I left feeling very confident of how I presented myself and knowing that I could easily do the job. But, not so confident that I made a presentation of enough bells and whistles that would reel the girl in to hire me.
I need to move to another city, but I can't do that without more money. I need to ditch my current roommate and opt for a place of my own, free of interruptions and annoyances. But, I can't do that without more money, and so the circle continues until I can actually land some more work and take that one life changing step.
In the meantime, last week was made flaky by the very presence of my roommate's friend from Portland, Oregon. My last interaction with this woman was some three or four years ago and it wasn't good. So by the time Friday rolled around I had complete knots in my stomach, and on Saturday, the first full day she was here, I was deathly ill. It felt like a stomach flu or maybe that I had one too many bowls of my favorite mini shredded wheat,
and then it progressed to a massive headache with no ability to hold anything down. Not fun. For a full 48 hours there was no relief from the spinning and nausea. Finally, late Sunday I was able to drink some sprite and eat some saltines and then started to feel better. I was terrified I wouldn't make that interview.
The week didn't actually go too bad as the two of them headed out each morning and usually didn't return until late in the evening. They did come home in the middle of the day a few times in which they caught me simultaneously typing on the laptop, watching a favorite movie and working on proposals. They didn't care, but that is just the sort of interruption I'm saying I don't need.
She brought a small dog that fits into a purse. I had never met the dog, but I had heard that it was a freak of nature, a Japanese chin that ended up way too small (the runt) and fragile (it goes to the vet on a quarterly basis and more) and I was told it would die if it was separated from the owner for too long. So of course, the dog came too. It turns out, the dog has a really great personality! I fell in love with it. My roommate warps EVERYTHING, and I mean absolutely EVERYTHING. I think it might be some kind of highly active insecurity.
By the end of the week, she and I were laughing and generally having some great conversations, and I got invited out to visit Portland, but it put me on the bad side of my roommate. The story of my life. Pissing off really insecure people. She left three days early because she said he was a "negative Nelly" and there wasn't enough fun things to do here in the landlocked Midwest. Here Here! Isn't that what I've been saying? Unfortunately, she left him brooding with a crushed ego boiling underneath the surface, and the next day he exploded in a childish temper tantrum. Point in case, I need to move.
Thinking that I was going to have a great day out, I excitedly posted my intent to attend the current meeting of one of the scriptwriting groups I've been participating in. Our last meeting was really fun. There were some radio scripts submitted and some new works submitted that in reading and evaluating brought much laughter, so I naturally thought that since that ended so well, maybe I'd found a group I could get some satisfaction associating with. Hell No! Within ten minutes of posting, I receive an email for the group moderator. While he was glad I was excited about attending I did know that I was not reading any of the parts today, right? That maybe he had not made himself clear before, but since I had no script submitted and wasn't reading, my attendance would be, well, acceptable.
I was invited to this group. I actually didn't know it existed until I was invited. During my short term in the group, I've offered marketing assistance to the scripts that were completed and needed producing. I've even gone so far as to introduce this moderator to someone for the possibility of staging his work. Apparently something has happened, because I could feel this guy's intense anger through the words of his email. What I was getting was he wanted control, and for some reason, me just making a post regarding the group pissed him off. Maybe the Producer I sent him to told him the script had to be shorten, or something.
OMG! Another pissy, insecure man! Needless to say, it ruined my day. I did make an appearance at the meeting, but he was acting all weird, so I helped my girlfriend videotape the reading of her script, then I left at the first break. I'm done, unless my friends need someone to read a character. There's no way on earth I would ever let this guy critique my writing. He did take the time to announce that he had acquired funding and a space to stage one of his scripts and that he would need people to read. Haha.....STROKE STROKE....
So I went to the video store and rented the movie "2012" and spent almost three hours getting a headache from the incredible special effects and crying my eyes out because of the emotions created around and from John Cusack's character. Why does he keep doing that?
*sigh*
I need to move to another city, but I can't do that without more money. I need to ditch my current roommate and opt for a place of my own, free of interruptions and annoyances. But, I can't do that without more money, and so the circle continues until I can actually land some more work and take that one life changing step.
In the meantime, last week was made flaky by the very presence of my roommate's friend from Portland, Oregon. My last interaction with this woman was some three or four years ago and it wasn't good. So by the time Friday rolled around I had complete knots in my stomach, and on Saturday, the first full day she was here, I was deathly ill. It felt like a stomach flu or maybe that I had one too many bowls of my favorite mini shredded wheat,
and then it progressed to a massive headache with no ability to hold anything down. Not fun. For a full 48 hours there was no relief from the spinning and nausea. Finally, late Sunday I was able to drink some sprite and eat some saltines and then started to feel better. I was terrified I wouldn't make that interview.
The week didn't actually go too bad as the two of them headed out each morning and usually didn't return until late in the evening. They did come home in the middle of the day a few times in which they caught me simultaneously typing on the laptop, watching a favorite movie and working on proposals. They didn't care, but that is just the sort of interruption I'm saying I don't need.
She brought a small dog that fits into a purse. I had never met the dog, but I had heard that it was a freak of nature, a Japanese chin that ended up way too small (the runt) and fragile (it goes to the vet on a quarterly basis and more) and I was told it would die if it was separated from the owner for too long. So of course, the dog came too. It turns out, the dog has a really great personality! I fell in love with it. My roommate warps EVERYTHING, and I mean absolutely EVERYTHING. I think it might be some kind of highly active insecurity.
By the end of the week, she and I were laughing and generally having some great conversations, and I got invited out to visit Portland, but it put me on the bad side of my roommate. The story of my life. Pissing off really insecure people. She left three days early because she said he was a "negative Nelly" and there wasn't enough fun things to do here in the landlocked Midwest. Here Here! Isn't that what I've been saying? Unfortunately, she left him brooding with a crushed ego boiling underneath the surface, and the next day he exploded in a childish temper tantrum. Point in case, I need to move.
Thinking that I was going to have a great day out, I excitedly posted my intent to attend the current meeting of one of the scriptwriting groups I've been participating in. Our last meeting was really fun. There were some radio scripts submitted and some new works submitted that in reading and evaluating brought much laughter, so I naturally thought that since that ended so well, maybe I'd found a group I could get some satisfaction associating with. Hell No! Within ten minutes of posting, I receive an email for the group moderator. While he was glad I was excited about attending I did know that I was not reading any of the parts today, right? That maybe he had not made himself clear before, but since I had no script submitted and wasn't reading, my attendance would be, well, acceptable.
I was invited to this group. I actually didn't know it existed until I was invited. During my short term in the group, I've offered marketing assistance to the scripts that were completed and needed producing. I've even gone so far as to introduce this moderator to someone for the possibility of staging his work. Apparently something has happened, because I could feel this guy's intense anger through the words of his email. What I was getting was he wanted control, and for some reason, me just making a post regarding the group pissed him off. Maybe the Producer I sent him to told him the script had to be shorten, or something.
OMG! Another pissy, insecure man! Needless to say, it ruined my day. I did make an appearance at the meeting, but he was acting all weird, so I helped my girlfriend videotape the reading of her script, then I left at the first break. I'm done, unless my friends need someone to read a character. There's no way on earth I would ever let this guy critique my writing. He did take the time to announce that he had acquired funding and a space to stage one of his scripts and that he would need people to read. Haha.....STROKE STROKE....
So I went to the video store and rented the movie "2012" and spent almost three hours getting a headache from the incredible special effects and crying my eyes out because of the emotions created around and from John Cusack's character. Why does he keep doing that?
*sigh*
Friday, March 5, 2010
Spring is Near
Amazingly my mood has gotten much better over this last week, mainly due to a lucky turn of events, but also because we have finally been able to see the sun and have a little warmth. I looked at the flower bed yesterday and knew that soon I will be cleaning out those dead leaves and laying some fresh mulch. I've already bought some new seed to put out in the side flower bed.
Spring cleaning has come early this year because my roommate has a houseguest in from Portland, Oregan and we have spent days cleaning the entire house and buying new items to decorate with. I'm ususally stuck with that chore every year because I'm the one home most of the time.
My up and down schedule of life continues, but thankfully has been interrupted by some pretty exciting project possibilties. I'm so behind on my video creation, but have achieved a lot toward my total multimedia profile. "I am the river and the bridge..."
Now that the weather is starting to smile again, I've begun formulating the ENORMOUS list in my head of all the people I have not seen or talked to in months and I'm wondering if I can put together some kind of huge dinner party or something.
I'm totally in love with the new series "Caprica" and I need to go out and see "Alice in Wonderland" now that it's opened. I really have the itch to go shopping, but will have to restrain myself. Well....I might buy "something"
Out in Cali, my son and his girl have found a new apartment that will allow them to upgrade to twice the space for the same money and so they will be pretty busy over the next two weeks. I have warned them I will be out again soon!
PEACE.
Spring cleaning has come early this year because my roommate has a houseguest in from Portland, Oregan and we have spent days cleaning the entire house and buying new items to decorate with. I'm ususally stuck with that chore every year because I'm the one home most of the time.
My up and down schedule of life continues, but thankfully has been interrupted by some pretty exciting project possibilties. I'm so behind on my video creation, but have achieved a lot toward my total multimedia profile. "I am the river and the bridge..."
Now that the weather is starting to smile again, I've begun formulating the ENORMOUS list in my head of all the people I have not seen or talked to in months and I'm wondering if I can put together some kind of huge dinner party or something.
I'm totally in love with the new series "Caprica" and I need to go out and see "Alice in Wonderland" now that it's opened. I really have the itch to go shopping, but will have to restrain myself. Well....I might buy "something"
Out in Cali, my son and his girl have found a new apartment that will allow them to upgrade to twice the space for the same money and so they will be pretty busy over the next two weeks. I have warned them I will be out again soon!
PEACE.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
A Quote for all Travelers to Destiny
" A soul must never be pushed or driven, but allowed to unfold naturally, like a flower blossoming bit by bit in the sunshine"
Friday, February 26, 2010
Winter Olympics of 2010
Wow, this year has been a year of firsts and broken records! Although I don't get into "curling" or "hockey", many of the other activities in these winter sports I love! Shawn White, is and always will be one of my favorite athletes, but then I like snowboarding. I just wish the women were as exciting to watch as the men. They did well, don't get me wrong, but there just seemed to be some "holding back" in their routines. Maybe that's just me. The new move Shawn White put to the world, was at best, AWESOME! He's got really cute parents.
American Bode Miller has won me over like a new beau, finally convincing me he's for real! You know, I play with that slalom skiing on my Wii and I don't find it all that easy to miss the flags when you get speed going, so "oh well" he still has how many metals? The most by any man in Alpine skiing, right? Let's don't discount the other U.S. medals in Alpine skiing at Vancouver either.
Despite the contraversy over Lysacek, I think he's outstanding. I didn't miss the advanced moves he left out, although I can sorta get the point. Get it? I really thought all the skaters did really well. Men and women. The ice dancing team of Davis and White blew me away with their "Indian" style routine. I selfishly believe they should have won the Gold instead of the Canadian team. Honestly, I thought the Canadian team was a little boring. Rochette's personal tragedy didn't take from her skating and I cried huge crocodile tears when she finished that first night and then started crying herself. Apollo Ohno is in a world of his own, and is such great fun to watch racing. It's fascinating to listen to his Dad talk.
I was particularly surprised at the soap opera like tiffs that have occurred, like its a beauty pagent or fashion runway show. I know that they occur most everywhere, but you don't always hear about them. With twitter and Facebook though, it's hard to keep anything from the public these days. Oh, and I'm sure the press had a great time with it. I really like Lindsey Vonn. I liked Mancuso too. I was however, a little disappointed at Mancuso's pettiness. *sigh* The women have done really well in the Alpine too. It did annoy me that the television presentations were delayed to public viewing because twitter and facebook postings spoiled the winner news!
All in all, I think this has been a great year for the Winter Olympics and I will certainly miss the coverage and anticipation to see the coverage after it is all done and gone. I think the colors this year are very soothing and have the ability of drawing one in. I keep looking on the NBC Olympic website and thinking about one of those jackets or shirts that have that tranquil blue and green. Yes, I will miss the beautiful, healthy, smiling young athletes that grace the screen and make my life all warm and fuzzy for a short time every night!
American Bode Miller has won me over like a new beau, finally convincing me he's for real! You know, I play with that slalom skiing on my Wii and I don't find it all that easy to miss the flags when you get speed going, so "oh well" he still has how many metals? The most by any man in Alpine skiing, right? Let's don't discount the other U.S. medals in Alpine skiing at Vancouver either.
Despite the contraversy over Lysacek, I think he's outstanding. I didn't miss the advanced moves he left out, although I can sorta get the point. Get it? I really thought all the skaters did really well. Men and women. The ice dancing team of Davis and White blew me away with their "Indian" style routine. I selfishly believe they should have won the Gold instead of the Canadian team. Honestly, I thought the Canadian team was a little boring. Rochette's personal tragedy didn't take from her skating and I cried huge crocodile tears when she finished that first night and then started crying herself. Apollo Ohno is in a world of his own, and is such great fun to watch racing. It's fascinating to listen to his Dad talk.
I was particularly surprised at the soap opera like tiffs that have occurred, like its a beauty pagent or fashion runway show. I know that they occur most everywhere, but you don't always hear about them. With twitter and Facebook though, it's hard to keep anything from the public these days. Oh, and I'm sure the press had a great time with it. I really like Lindsey Vonn. I liked Mancuso too. I was however, a little disappointed at Mancuso's pettiness. *sigh* The women have done really well in the Alpine too. It did annoy me that the television presentations were delayed to public viewing because twitter and facebook postings spoiled the winner news!
All in all, I think this has been a great year for the Winter Olympics and I will certainly miss the coverage and anticipation to see the coverage after it is all done and gone. I think the colors this year are very soothing and have the ability of drawing one in. I keep looking on the NBC Olympic website and thinking about one of those jackets or shirts that have that tranquil blue and green. Yes, I will miss the beautiful, healthy, smiling young athletes that grace the screen and make my life all warm and fuzzy for a short time every night!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
What the hell?
Sometimes I think I have the mark of the beast on my forehead. One of my friends told me today that I should write a book and call it "I've been screwed by Everybody!" Some people might say I'm complaining, but I prefer to think that I want to enjoy my life just that much more than the average person, and they get jealous. Then I get screwed. But, then there's the occasional legal issues with some gov't agency thinking that maybe I should pay more than I was originally asked to. That perhaps somewhere I'm hiding money. That generally happens more often because I try to live in a really secure, clean neighborhood. Stupid me, I know damn well I'm not suppose to live here, especially if I'm poor. Oh, and I'm single, which means I will also chase your man, and steal your money, and I'm psychotic, or better yet, over sexed, so you can't be seen with me, and by the way, you'd be better off working for another company. Women hate me. So begins the usual weeks of proving the legitamacy of my financial standings and the necessity of my behaviour through hours of horrified conversations with my mother and other such "sheltered" individuals who just can't believe bad things happen to me while still never really offering me a solution, except to say that it must be my fault somehow.
The world of "that's just not right" is a place I want to be!
Did you ever think that at some point, you would be sitting and staring into space and grasping the reality of your aloneness? That even though you at one time lived with two parents and siblings and then you were married with children, all in blissful contentment, that you would wake up to the sad lack of evidence to that now?The bills come due, the work isn't there, the car breaks down, you have to walk and some bum takes your purse and you have to alert the bank and cancel your debit card, and the microwave burns the only dinner you had left (while simultaneously remembering how much your ex-husband use to spend for those glorious meals he just had to have), you're getting fat because you're too depressed to get to the gym, and you're not dating anyone, so there's no sex, and suddenly you think about how good you once had it and you want your life back, like NOW, and your princess mode goes into overload and you start crying. Oh yes, girlfriend, I have been there!
So now I'm angry and ready to take on the world, while still crying, and the phone rings, so I have to pick it up, and it's my son, and I'm excusing my voice to a stuffy nose and listening to the discussion of Hollywood life and saying how great his life sounds and how I'll talk to him again soon, while he is across the country and grown up and unaware of what's haunting me.
Maybe I just need to get laid.
The world of "that's just not right" is a place I want to be!
Did you ever think that at some point, you would be sitting and staring into space and grasping the reality of your aloneness? That even though you at one time lived with two parents and siblings and then you were married with children, all in blissful contentment, that you would wake up to the sad lack of evidence to that now?The bills come due, the work isn't there, the car breaks down, you have to walk and some bum takes your purse and you have to alert the bank and cancel your debit card, and the microwave burns the only dinner you had left (while simultaneously remembering how much your ex-husband use to spend for those glorious meals he just had to have), you're getting fat because you're too depressed to get to the gym, and you're not dating anyone, so there's no sex, and suddenly you think about how good you once had it and you want your life back, like NOW, and your princess mode goes into overload and you start crying. Oh yes, girlfriend, I have been there!
So now I'm angry and ready to take on the world, while still crying, and the phone rings, so I have to pick it up, and it's my son, and I'm excusing my voice to a stuffy nose and listening to the discussion of Hollywood life and saying how great his life sounds and how I'll talk to him again soon, while he is across the country and grown up and unaware of what's haunting me.
Maybe I just need to get laid.
Monday, February 15, 2010
My Art Sustains Me
Today is being graced with another snow avalanche. One of my friends called it the "white death". I gave up on the idea of driving out to do some errands, and instead covered the car and shoveled the drive and came on inside. There's an old run of "V" on the sci fi channel, I'm guessing because the new season is about to begin. I find it absolutely fascinating that the leader is an "evil" female! I've pulled out the old scrapbooks and I'm surveying the pictures of my artwork. I've been drawing ever since I can remember. To hear my mother tell the story, I was drawing pictures at 5 years old that were amazingly realistic and accurate. I make a slight chuckle to myself, because, somewhere along the way, I drifted over into the realm of Picasso and certain other impressionistic artists, and then focused on Art Nouveau for awhile. Each of the periods I have studied and obsessed on seemed to be the easiest for me to achieve. Instant gratification being what it is. At least, with such an ability, I could create a large number of drawings, instead of just one very difficult drawing.
It was generally out of self preservation that I took pen or pencil to hand. My father use to make us go on long car trips every weekend. Or so it seemed. I guess it made sense because he was always working or going to school. It was easy to pack everyone up and go to his mother's house and get pampered while we could play with our cousins. It was probably hardest on my Mom dealing with all of it. My brothers were always playing games or fighting, and even though I didn't have earplugs, I would block everything out by creating my own world with paper and pencil, or pen and crayons. That is how it began. Any time I needed to escape, or felt restless or felt insecure, I would draw. Drawing was something I could control. I love creating beauty. Creating something beautiful has a calming effect on me. That desire, that practice, has never left me.
When it came time to go to college, the obvious choice for me was Art. But, my father refused to pay for an Art degree. So, I quit college, ran away with a new lover and got married, got pregnant and moved out-of-state all within a few months time. I don't recommend such rash and unthinking behavior to anyone!
I am enjoying going through my inventory and organizing what I have horded over the years. I'm thinking I will sell everything I can, give some pieces away to good homes and keep some of my favorites. I want to start some new work and I'm tired of hauling extra stuff every time I move, or trying to find storage space for all of it. When one is "emerging" into a style, they participate in any number of "showings" and "festivals" in order to get the work out there. I definitely have done that, and have some clippings in my scrapbook to prove it. Maybe I'll go back to school and take Art.
It was generally out of self preservation that I took pen or pencil to hand. My father use to make us go on long car trips every weekend. Or so it seemed. I guess it made sense because he was always working or going to school. It was easy to pack everyone up and go to his mother's house and get pampered while we could play with our cousins. It was probably hardest on my Mom dealing with all of it. My brothers were always playing games or fighting, and even though I didn't have earplugs, I would block everything out by creating my own world with paper and pencil, or pen and crayons. That is how it began. Any time I needed to escape, or felt restless or felt insecure, I would draw. Drawing was something I could control. I love creating beauty. Creating something beautiful has a calming effect on me. That desire, that practice, has never left me. When it came time to go to college, the obvious choice for me was Art. But, my father refused to pay for an Art degree. So, I quit college, ran away with a new lover and got married, got pregnant and moved out-of-state all within a few months time. I don't recommend such rash and unthinking behavior to anyone!
I am enjoying going through my inventory and organizing what I have horded over the years. I'm thinking I will sell everything I can, give some pieces away to good homes and keep some of my favorites. I want to start some new work and I'm tired of hauling extra stuff every time I move, or trying to find storage space for all of it. When one is "emerging" into a style, they participate in any number of "showings" and "festivals" in order to get the work out there. I definitely have done that, and have some clippings in my scrapbook to prove it. Maybe I'll go back to school and take Art.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Valentines' Day 2010
Geeze, I open my computer to postings of newly broken up females talking about the weirdness of being single today. I've been single so long I don't care any more. Valentine's Day has never been a particularly important day for me, EVER. I think its too sappy and too commercial. But, I would never forget to call my Mom or my BFFs on this day. And, when my son sends me messages of love, I melt like butter because he's a MALE and he's my child! The news right now is talking about a couple who is about to break the record for the longest married couple ever Together 86 years! You can even twitter them for advice today! Now that is cute. Really. How many of us wouldn't give for that kind of relationship?! I'm all for actually having a relationship rather than worrying about getting something for Valentine's Day. Although, I can vaguely remember after being MARRIED for awhile, it was nice to stop the madness for a day and use something as an excuse to express our love. In that respect, I humbly bow to anyone I've already insulted regarding this day.
My most important day is my birthday. You miss that one and I will be crushed.
Dannica Patrick crashed yesterday and as I expected, ended the race early. But I will be watching the Daytona 500 today. Now THAT would be a Valentine's Day present, being at Daytona, or even more, RIDING SHOTGUN. WHoo Hoo! I've rode shotgun before, (no snide remarks from my male friends allowed) but never at that kind of speed. Tony Stewart says it's a death wish. Tony Stewart won today. AND, sadly, the token FEMALE didn't make it through the race, BUT, in the Winter Olympics, we had a gold taken by skier Hannah Kearny. Hannah is my hero today.
My roommate got me a box of chocolates, but I am suspicious of people giving gifts when they have a friend flying in to stay for a week. It's another one of those "I have to do this because it's Valentine's Day and she's a she" gift. Something I use to get furious about because I considered it an insult to get candy that I didn't really need to eat, from someone I didn't have an intimate relationship with. But then I decided chocolate was quite okay, and kind hearted people aren't to be taken for granted. So, I will be descending on that box of chocolates at some point today!
I happily spent last evening with an organization next to my heart, MadLab Theater, and a number of my long time male "friends". Men who's lives have weaved in and around mine for one reason or another in those same years. It was a hugely satisfying evening of laughter, hugs, social energy and nasty thoughts.
Thank you St. Valentine!
My most important day is my birthday. You miss that one and I will be crushed.
Dannica Patrick crashed yesterday and as I expected, ended the race early. But I will be watching the Daytona 500 today. Now THAT would be a Valentine's Day present, being at Daytona, or even more, RIDING SHOTGUN. WHoo Hoo! I've rode shotgun before, (no snide remarks from my male friends allowed) but never at that kind of speed. Tony Stewart says it's a death wish. Tony Stewart won today. AND, sadly, the token FEMALE didn't make it through the race, BUT, in the Winter Olympics, we had a gold taken by skier Hannah Kearny. Hannah is my hero today.
My roommate got me a box of chocolates, but I am suspicious of people giving gifts when they have a friend flying in to stay for a week. It's another one of those "I have to do this because it's Valentine's Day and she's a she" gift. Something I use to get furious about because I considered it an insult to get candy that I didn't really need to eat, from someone I didn't have an intimate relationship with. But then I decided chocolate was quite okay, and kind hearted people aren't to be taken for granted. So, I will be descending on that box of chocolates at some point today!
I happily spent last evening with an organization next to my heart, MadLab Theater, and a number of my long time male "friends". Men who's lives have weaved in and around mine for one reason or another in those same years. It was a hugely satisfying evening of laughter, hugs, social energy and nasty thoughts.
Thank you St. Valentine!
Daytona 500 2010
When I was in high school my best friend and I would create similar outfits and wear them at the same time. I guess that made us a little cheesy. But, every Friday night we would take forever getting dressed and doing our hair just so we could go out to the local bar and beat the boys at pool, while simultaneously flirting with them. And although we could be TOTAL girls, make no mistake, we could punch you out with little effort if you gave us a reason. One of the most popular offenses: flirting with another girl, or buying her a drink or touching her. Oh, we could flirt all we wanted to, but you, if you were our steady, could not! We thought we knew how to control ourselves much better than you. That being the case, we also felt we could be total bad ass drivers. Actually, we lived only 20 miles from Charlotte, N.C. and EVERYONE was into cars and driving! I learned a lot about cars during those days. As soon as we were able to obtain a driver's license, we started saving for our cars. Our very first job was at a carwash, and it may sound funny, but it was a really FUN job! Co-ed employee situation, outside, playing with cars. Lots of towel popping, water fights, and laughing! But we also took pride in our work, seeing who could grab the best cars and acquire the best tips! At some point when we past that first year of parental worries, we started going to the
race track every Sunday and racing our cars. My BF and I were determined to beat anyone we could. Be the best. Our boyfriends would get stuck taking care of our cars and repairing them if we blew something. FUN TIMES. To this day NASCAR racing is a huge part of her and her son's life, and me, I don't follow every race, but almost every major relationship I've had included car racing of some kind, so I have stayed on the outside fringes. My ex-husband taught me how to get the most out of a Porsche 914 and when we met, he owned a bad ass Roadrunner. I attend MOPAR Nationals from time to time. Lots of good looking men at car races! TOMORROW, DANICA PATRICK is going to get onto the Daytona 500 track, and I will be watching and cheering her on. FOR ALL MY GIRLS and for MY BEST FRIEND FOREVER! AND on Sunday it's the annual Daytona 500 race, so I'll be watching and reliving that rush, and maybe having a piece of Lemon Meringue pie.
race track every Sunday and racing our cars. My BF and I were determined to beat anyone we could. Be the best. Our boyfriends would get stuck taking care of our cars and repairing them if we blew something. FUN TIMES. To this day NASCAR racing is a huge part of her and her son's life, and me, I don't follow every race, but almost every major relationship I've had included car racing of some kind, so I have stayed on the outside fringes. My ex-husband taught me how to get the most out of a Porsche 914 and when we met, he owned a bad ass Roadrunner. I attend MOPAR Nationals from time to time. Lots of good looking men at car races! TOMORROW, DANICA PATRICK is going to get onto the Daytona 500 track, and I will be watching and cheering her on. FOR ALL MY GIRLS and for MY BEST FRIEND FOREVER! AND on Sunday it's the annual Daytona 500 race, so I'll be watching and reliving that rush, and maybe having a piece of Lemon Meringue pie. 911 Photos Released
They are releasing photos of the 911 bombing and as I watch shots on Fox News, I remember clearly the events of that day. The day my faith in flying was completely destroyed. Since that day, I've only been on two plane trips. The second occurring just this Christmas and being marred by the Christmas Day Bomber or Underwear Bomber or stupid terrorist wanna be that attempted to blow up a plane. I was lucky I had flown two days earlier.
On 911 I was working an assignment across from a U.S. Air Force Base. I had gone into work early that day and was planning to leave around 3 PM. But on break, I walked into the employee lounge and froze in my tracks at what I saw on the television. An announcement was being made that a plane had hit one of the twin towers. Smoke was everywhere. It was actually the first plane, but we didn't know that yet. Stunned, I thought it was just a tragic accident of some kind. Work didn't actually stop, but everyone was talking and sneaking peaks. But then, the second plane hit, and everything came to a halt. Everyone moved to the t.v. and turned on radios as the news was announcing possible terroism. We watched in horrer and disbelief. People were shaking and crying.
We were in a high security facility anyway, always locked in. But, it wasn't a bomb shelter. Evacuation suggestions were given and sirens started going off. The airport was shut down, air traffic all over the U.S. was stopped. We were told to go home immediately and go for safety. As I drove home, it reminded of the days of my childhood in Florida, when the Cuban missile crisis kept everyone on edge. I remember that for a number of years, we learned in school about bomb shelters and how to run for cover. Scary stuff. I thought America was past all that. How arrogant we had become. My son was not with me that day, but he was with his father, and as I made the call, I knew that if I needed to go to them, I could.
Those pictures. Those people killed. The movie of what happened on the plane. The audio clips from the passengers, the emails, the text messages. All of it brings a tear to my eye every time I remember. What if it had been me? What if it had been someone I loved? I don't know if I could have handled the situation as graciously as they seem to. I panic in a big way when I lose control over what is happening with my body. I cannot imagine knowing that I was going to die at any moment. Watching the plane head right into that tower, or being on the later plane knowing it would not land.
I hope there is a heaven, and I hope those people made it there.
On 911 I was working an assignment across from a U.S. Air Force Base. I had gone into work early that day and was planning to leave around 3 PM. But on break, I walked into the employee lounge and froze in my tracks at what I saw on the television. An announcement was being made that a plane had hit one of the twin towers. Smoke was everywhere. It was actually the first plane, but we didn't know that yet. Stunned, I thought it was just a tragic accident of some kind. Work didn't actually stop, but everyone was talking and sneaking peaks. But then, the second plane hit, and everything came to a halt. Everyone moved to the t.v. and turned on radios as the news was announcing possible terroism. We watched in horrer and disbelief. People were shaking and crying.
We were in a high security facility anyway, always locked in. But, it wasn't a bomb shelter. Evacuation suggestions were given and sirens started going off. The airport was shut down, air traffic all over the U.S. was stopped. We were told to go home immediately and go for safety. As I drove home, it reminded of the days of my childhood in Florida, when the Cuban missile crisis kept everyone on edge. I remember that for a number of years, we learned in school about bomb shelters and how to run for cover. Scary stuff. I thought America was past all that. How arrogant we had become. My son was not with me that day, but he was with his father, and as I made the call, I knew that if I needed to go to them, I could.
Those pictures. Those people killed. The movie of what happened on the plane. The audio clips from the passengers, the emails, the text messages. All of it brings a tear to my eye every time I remember. What if it had been me? What if it had been someone I loved? I don't know if I could have handled the situation as graciously as they seem to. I panic in a big way when I lose control over what is happening with my body. I cannot imagine knowing that I was going to die at any moment. Watching the plane head right into that tower, or being on the later plane knowing it would not land.
I hope there is a heaven, and I hope those people made it there.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Snow Dog and Friends
There's just no convincing a dog he NEEDS to go outside when it's a wind chill of -4 and the snow is coming down. He's not stupid, he can see that stuff fallin'. Nevertheless, since I myself have a problem feeling good if I don't "lighten up" at least once a day, I get neutotic when he doesn't make the grade. I dress him up in his little sweater and put his harness on and coax him to take a walk, but 1/2 hour and two blocks later, he's more than ready to get inside. This is the third straight day of snow, and I've shoveled snow a number of times to try and keep up with leaving a running path around the house and to the back and front door. But, alas, with ice on his cute little moustache and all over his little hairy feet, he looks at me with wimpering eyes and I succomb to giving up. He will eventually give in.
Today the school's are all closed and not too many people are running around, I was hoping to carry out a few errands in the city this week, but all this snow has slowed down my progress. So I'm moving forward on other options.
Here's a little short I found in my archives. I share it's wisdom with YOU:
People come into your life for a REASON, a SEASON or a LIFETIME. When you know which one is is, you will know what to do for that person.
"When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, mentally or spiritually. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person may bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that their work is done, your needs were met, now its time to move on.
Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow and learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But, only for a SEASON.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lesson. Things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, put what you've learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. Whether one is a REASON, SEASON or LIFETIME, the soul of the world is LOVE. Thank you for being in my life"
Today the school's are all closed and not too many people are running around, I was hoping to carry out a few errands in the city this week, but all this snow has slowed down my progress. So I'm moving forward on other options.
Here's a little short I found in my archives. I share it's wisdom with YOU:
People come into your life for a REASON, a SEASON or a LIFETIME. When you know which one is is, you will know what to do for that person.
"When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, mentally or spiritually. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person may bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that their work is done, your needs were met, now its time to move on.
Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow and learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But, only for a SEASON.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lesson. Things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, put what you've learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. Whether one is a REASON, SEASON or LIFETIME, the soul of the world is LOVE. Thank you for being in my life"
Monday, February 8, 2010
Babies of 2010
Today I can see the sun, although I'm being blinded by the massive mounds of snow everywhere. Yet, I am grateful for a day of getting some outdoor time. You know, now that I have a dog, I get even more pissed at people who let their dogs run off leash in the city. Don't people WATCH "DOG WHISPERER" ? SO I end up having to defend my own little pooch from a charging dog off leash. Meh, it probably is because I haven't been able to make up my mind if I'm going to breed mine or not and therefore I haven't had him fixed yet. *sigh* AND I know that the puppy in him will finally start subsiding and I won't have as much fun any more. Selfish, I know.
Before the walk I spent at least 1/2 hour on Facebook chatting about a new baby about to be born in my circle of friends. Laughing at the e-cards being sent while she updates her status every few minutes with what's going on. Her hubby sending a last note " we're in for the long haul y'all" which apparently means being induced doesn't make it faster! I remember being induced, but I was two weeks late, according to the doctor's calculations, and after several episodes of running around the block, and a false alarm, they popped a pill under my upper lip. The worst part was soaking my baby's father when my water burst. See, I was sitting up to hold down the pain, and he was sitting in a chair in front of me. Poor guy. Even worse, a few hours later when the baby was wheeled away, I started scarfing down a plate of fried chicken right in front of him. I still remember the tired and whipped look on his face. He went home to rest. Any whoo, no word yet on that baby.
There is no way to deny the complete terror I lived in after my divorce. I was a spoiled young girl and believed our love was forever. I was a young mother. My son empowered me. He gave me purpose and inspiration. I'm still trying to understand how I went from the great MUSE of a man's life to a horrible disease. Every time I witness a child's birth, I know that couple is as happy as we were and it's bittersweet confusion. Still, happiness is contagious and I can't help jumping into the celebration with two people in love!
As if I didn't feel odd enough, my ex-boyfriend calls my roommate out to meet his new little son. The second child actually. Then, of course, I receive way too much information on my roommates return home.
Now I'm trying to gear my mind to do a little more on a website design so that I can get that up and running. I'm hoping I can be so very busy starting soon that I can get away from all this extra "stuff" I don't need! I bet I do a little video editing instead because that's more fun and I need some escape!
Before the walk I spent at least 1/2 hour on Facebook chatting about a new baby about to be born in my circle of friends. Laughing at the e-cards being sent while she updates her status every few minutes with what's going on. Her hubby sending a last note " we're in for the long haul y'all" which apparently means being induced doesn't make it faster! I remember being induced, but I was two weeks late, according to the doctor's calculations, and after several episodes of running around the block, and a false alarm, they popped a pill under my upper lip. The worst part was soaking my baby's father when my water burst. See, I was sitting up to hold down the pain, and he was sitting in a chair in front of me. Poor guy. Even worse, a few hours later when the baby was wheeled away, I started scarfing down a plate of fried chicken right in front of him. I still remember the tired and whipped look on his face. He went home to rest. Any whoo, no word yet on that baby.
There is no way to deny the complete terror I lived in after my divorce. I was a spoiled young girl and believed our love was forever. I was a young mother. My son empowered me. He gave me purpose and inspiration. I'm still trying to understand how I went from the great MUSE of a man's life to a horrible disease. Every time I witness a child's birth, I know that couple is as happy as we were and it's bittersweet confusion. Still, happiness is contagious and I can't help jumping into the celebration with two people in love!
As if I didn't feel odd enough, my ex-boyfriend calls my roommate out to meet his new little son. The second child actually. Then, of course, I receive way too much information on my roommates return home.
Now I'm trying to gear my mind to do a little more on a website design so that I can get that up and running. I'm hoping I can be so very busy starting soon that I can get away from all this extra "stuff" I don't need! I bet I do a little video editing instead because that's more fun and I need some escape!
At the Ski Lodge 2.05.2010
Well, going up to the ski lodge was certainly a fun adventure. I LOVED watching the cute young boys running up and down the slopes on snowboards! It was cold, and a winter storm blew in before we were in the jeep driving home. We made a little stop at an Amish restaurant, and although I thought the buffet looked pretty good, it turned out to be mostly processed items, not fresh, except for the lettuce and chopped veggies on the salad bar oh, and the homemade fried chicken. I can't take the sodium in processed food, so it wasn't long after I started to get a headache.
The storm was nasty, and made the drive a little scary. But two hours later, I was home soaking in a hot bath and trying to decide what I could do for the rest of the evening. My car was buried in snow, and I didn't exactly feel like digging it out! On such nights, I dream of living elsewhere. I'm pretty sick of snow and cold for five months out of the year. I took some video while out at the ski lodge, so I proceeded to create a little movie to upload on YouTube for all my friends to see. This will take a little while. Later
The storm was nasty, and made the drive a little scary. But two hours later, I was home soaking in a hot bath and trying to decide what I could do for the rest of the evening. My car was buried in snow, and I didn't exactly feel like digging it out! On such nights, I dream of living elsewhere. I'm pretty sick of snow and cold for five months out of the year. I took some video while out at the ski lodge, so I proceeded to create a little movie to upload on YouTube for all my friends to see. This will take a little while. Later
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Buckle My Shoe
9 AM and I am working away at today's long list of gotta get this done projects.
1, 2 Buckle my shoe
3,4 Shut the door
5,6 Pick up sticks
7,8 Lay them straight
(I wish)
I NEED SIMPLICITY !
As many other people, I'm waiting the arrival of promised tax documents so that I can see if I can squeeze a little more room between me and Uncle Sam again this year. I have to get my FASFA done, and I have an interview to TALK, just talk, about getting my Master's Degree. I would love to be able to boast a Doctorate degree like my father, but then again I would love to be an actual Doctor, but I cringe at the thought of all that school. Maybe I'll just get another certificate in something. These are decisions I must make, in the meantime, I am rewriting my resume and updating my online job sites, while simulaneously updating my Facebook, Myspace, Classmates and YouTube. It just all seems related and necessary. Then, the PHONE RINGS.
I'm foolishing hoping it's a project manager calling me with a new work order, but I'm greeted with a heavy sigh and a drawn out "hell-ooooooooo" Uh-Oh. I can never quite feel sorry for someone who has a trust fund, or early retirement or endowment and still somehow finds a reason to complain. I mean, this girl's monthly income WITHOUT her current job is more than enough for her to live on. But then, she wouldn't be able to use her credit cards or play the way she wants to. I totally understand the choice to work for additional money, without it, we can't get ahead of the game, but some people's methods are not quite "right" in my book.
As I took a deep breath, I politely reminded her that she had already worked out a deal for herself. (It's technically money she WANTS, not money she needs, so this whole conversation is starting to get to me). Hearing the tension in my voice, she says she's heading out for work. Maybe there is a problem, but some habits are expensive and all consuming. I suddenly decide it would be best to put it all on the back burner. I'll be here, living my life, you can live yours.
PEACE OUT
1, 2 Buckle my shoe
3,4 Shut the door
5,6 Pick up sticks
7,8 Lay them straight
(I wish)
I NEED SIMPLICITY !
As many other people, I'm waiting the arrival of promised tax documents so that I can see if I can squeeze a little more room between me and Uncle Sam again this year. I have to get my FASFA done, and I have an interview to TALK, just talk, about getting my Master's Degree. I would love to be able to boast a Doctorate degree like my father, but then again I would love to be an actual Doctor, but I cringe at the thought of all that school. Maybe I'll just get another certificate in something. These are decisions I must make, in the meantime, I am rewriting my resume and updating my online job sites, while simulaneously updating my Facebook, Myspace, Classmates and YouTube. It just all seems related and necessary. Then, the PHONE RINGS.
I'm foolishing hoping it's a project manager calling me with a new work order, but I'm greeted with a heavy sigh and a drawn out "hell-ooooooooo" Uh-Oh. I can never quite feel sorry for someone who has a trust fund, or early retirement or endowment and still somehow finds a reason to complain. I mean, this girl's monthly income WITHOUT her current job is more than enough for her to live on. But then, she wouldn't be able to use her credit cards or play the way she wants to. I totally understand the choice to work for additional money, without it, we can't get ahead of the game, but some people's methods are not quite "right" in my book.
As I took a deep breath, I politely reminded her that she had already worked out a deal for herself. (It's technically money she WANTS, not money she needs, so this whole conversation is starting to get to me). Hearing the tension in my voice, she says she's heading out for work. Maybe there is a problem, but some habits are expensive and all consuming. I suddenly decide it would be best to put it all on the back burner. I'll be here, living my life, you can live yours.
PEACE OUT
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Changing the Humane
I think people can become feral, just like animals. Don't you? Fighting for food, clothing, attention or a place to live, to live SAFE. Facing greed and deprivation. Coping with extreme weather. Transforming from peaceful creatures into vicious stray animals. The Blood Lust. (Sounds like my vampire movies)
But seriously, life should be better than the stench that marks a spot, or politically correct laws that accomplish nothing. RIGHT? So why is it that over compensation has become the norm? Why do some leaders encourage employee abuse?
I'm recording from a vinyl called "Wake Up" by Danse Society to put on a CD for a girlfriend of mine. The music is somewhat "Dark" which I can't deny fits my current mood. Outside its not exactly a day of sunny thoughts either.
The President, the Democrats, the Progressives and the Republicans are scaring the crap out of me. As if it isn't bad enough that large numbers of people are already struggling for just a little "piece", including myself, but even that is being threatened by this MESS they are creating! The inequities are growing stronger. Greed, deprivation and the beginning of feral animals!
If only we could be young and oblivious forever! Take me back to the days of continuous Barbie or G.I. Joe combats. Chinese checkers. Baseball down in the park. We may never be able to return to those blissful days as we wont be able to AFFORD to. We will become consumed with working and play will be left behind. Will we be made communists? Will there be child labor?
For now, I have my social networking. It saves me from emotional wreckage, so I don't suddenly become feral.
But seriously, life should be better than the stench that marks a spot, or politically correct laws that accomplish nothing. RIGHT? So why is it that over compensation has become the norm? Why do some leaders encourage employee abuse?
I'm recording from a vinyl called "Wake Up" by Danse Society to put on a CD for a girlfriend of mine. The music is somewhat "Dark" which I can't deny fits my current mood. Outside its not exactly a day of sunny thoughts either.
The President, the Democrats, the Progressives and the Republicans are scaring the crap out of me. As if it isn't bad enough that large numbers of people are already struggling for just a little "piece", including myself, but even that is being threatened by this MESS they are creating! The inequities are growing stronger. Greed, deprivation and the beginning of feral animals!
If only we could be young and oblivious forever! Take me back to the days of continuous Barbie or G.I. Joe combats. Chinese checkers. Baseball down in the park. We may never be able to return to those blissful days as we wont be able to AFFORD to. We will become consumed with working and play will be left behind. Will we be made communists? Will there be child labor?
For now, I have my social networking. It saves me from emotional wreckage, so I don't suddenly become feral.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Why are We Friends?
I'm sending Facebook notes to a girl I use to really dislike to let her know I'm going to be in town next weekend. Like somehow over the years the slash and burn sessions became the badges of the life process, and bonded our lives. I don't know. Humans fool themselves about so much, and I'm not sure I really know what "forgiveness" means. What I do know is that time seems to mellow us out, and I actually do admire her, a LOT.
The social game can be compared to the annoying and sometimes boring repartee of a morning service or an evangelical dinner. I would never say such a thing! Mama, close your ears! But, on the other hand, I love playing the part, and social extortion has its benefits.
In my everyday, I like being real, and I prefer straight talk. But my vast treasure of friends are all so different, some have become so damn delicate, some already were. Which begs the never ending question of "Why are we friends?" The good side is they have been there for me when I've needed them, and I already know they will kick my ass if they want to. Am I only fooling myself? It at least gives me some comfort to know that I am needed, if only for something really weird and obscure.
When I get lucky enough to find love again, I expect my cynicism to subside, and my better self to once again take over. But, on the days the fog is just too heavy to see through, I simply perform the lines I've learned and dance the choreography I've memorized by sending notes to a girl I use to dislike to let her know I'm going to be around next weekend.
The social game can be compared to the annoying and sometimes boring repartee of a morning service or an evangelical dinner. I would never say such a thing! Mama, close your ears! But, on the other hand, I love playing the part, and social extortion has its benefits.
In my everyday, I like being real, and I prefer straight talk. But my vast treasure of friends are all so different, some have become so damn delicate, some already were. Which begs the never ending question of "Why are we friends?" The good side is they have been there for me when I've needed them, and I already know they will kick my ass if they want to. Am I only fooling myself? It at least gives me some comfort to know that I am needed, if only for something really weird and obscure.
When I get lucky enough to find love again, I expect my cynicism to subside, and my better self to once again take over. But, on the days the fog is just too heavy to see through, I simply perform the lines I've learned and dance the choreography I've memorized by sending notes to a girl I use to dislike to let her know I'm going to be around next weekend.
Tired in Work (an excerpt from 2008)
It seems that bad bosses and bad environments are the norm these days. Just ask anyone. I hate contract work. Aside from the long hours, including overtime, and no benefits, the job inevitably comes to an end, and you have to say goodbye to a bunch of people who have pretended to be your best friend for a number of months, even though you always knew they weren't. The best you can hope for is maybe they liked you, maybe they will contact you again, or maybe they will remember your name when the next project comes up. In the meantime, you haven't seen or spoken to your real friends in those months nor have you been able to engage in anything creative because you're always sleeping during your "extra" time.
I was not prepared for the 5000 or so people that crowded the center for work. Desperate, angry and sometimes violent. They lied on their applications, cheated on the math tests, and came in groups to try and intimidate me. Some never made it through high school and some could barely speak English. I was depressed. Depressed at the state of this United States. Depressed at my own demise. Depressed that even if I did help these people, they would end up hating me anyway. I don't like chaos. If I can create order within the chaos, I can survive it. But, there has to be some goal to be made, some process to help reach that goal. I so miss my old steady and "permanent" job!
I wouldn't say I learned the lessons I wanted to learn, but I did learn some lessons! LOL. I will do what I need to do to bring in money, but I don't have to like it, not one little bit! For now, I've turned on the hot tub, and switched on the big screen to the Highlander Marathon on the Sci-Fi channel. I have some serious relaxing to do, as I intend to take pleasure in watching Adrian Paul kick some ass as Duncan McLeod!
I was not prepared for the 5000 or so people that crowded the center for work. Desperate, angry and sometimes violent. They lied on their applications, cheated on the math tests, and came in groups to try and intimidate me. Some never made it through high school and some could barely speak English. I was depressed. Depressed at the state of this United States. Depressed at my own demise. Depressed that even if I did help these people, they would end up hating me anyway. I don't like chaos. If I can create order within the chaos, I can survive it. But, there has to be some goal to be made, some process to help reach that goal. I so miss my old steady and "permanent" job!
I wouldn't say I learned the lessons I wanted to learn, but I did learn some lessons! LOL. I will do what I need to do to bring in money, but I don't have to like it, not one little bit! For now, I've turned on the hot tub, and switched on the big screen to the Highlander Marathon on the Sci-Fi channel. I have some serious relaxing to do, as I intend to take pleasure in watching Adrian Paul kick some ass as Duncan McLeod!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Last Day in L.A. Christmas 2009
(Okay, I promise this will be the last entry of my Christmas trip) I'm just challenging myself to write as much as possible, about EVERYTHING. So, I woke up with a feeling of relief on this day after Christmas. The holidays seem to make me tense. Too much, too fast, full coverage emotional shower.
The day started a little cloudy, but we made our way over to Malibu Bluff. More canyon. Different views, different colors, more rock showing. We stop to look and take photos. When we finally made it to the beach, it was a little windy and chilly. With time being a factor I decided not to drive directly to Malibu, but instead head down the PCH to Santa Monica.
The drive was like watching a travel reel. The landscapes, the different types of dwellings and the different levels of land over and around the ocean. As we got closer to Santa Monica I could see the pier and its Ferris wheel and roller coaster. We parked by the pier, just to the side of the beach. This beach is a really long, beautiful, clean and enticing one, AND it is PUBLIC.
The people surrounding us were very fascinating. Many Spanish and Asian descents here. But mainly good looking and very friendly. We stopped at a restaurant on the pier and had lunch. Fresh seafood. I had to have the combo platter which came with fresh oysters. After lunch, we walked down the pier and I picked up a few souvenirs to take home. Eventually we made our way back to the front of the pier where we did a Ferris wheel ride, which produced some great photos. Then we rode the roller coaster, TWICE. We made our way up the street to check out THE BOULEVARD. Wow. Lots of street performers. We stopped at this little shop to get frozen yogurt with fresh fruit. YUMMY! We walked around looking for a little while, then started heading back to the car.
Once back in Sherman Oaks, we played a "short" version of monopoly. The funny thing is, it just kept going, going and going. We finally had to stop so that I could try Guitar Hero. LOVED IT! At the end of the day, I was so tired I couldn't think about the fact I am going home tommorrow. Too Short, but Very Sweet. L.A. County, I LOVE YOU!
The day started a little cloudy, but we made our way over to Malibu Bluff. More canyon. Different views, different colors, more rock showing. We stop to look and take photos. When we finally made it to the beach, it was a little windy and chilly. With time being a factor I decided not to drive directly to Malibu, but instead head down the PCH to Santa Monica.
The drive was like watching a travel reel. The landscapes, the different types of dwellings and the different levels of land over and around the ocean. As we got closer to Santa Monica I could see the pier and its Ferris wheel and roller coaster. We parked by the pier, just to the side of the beach. This beach is a really long, beautiful, clean and enticing one, AND it is PUBLIC.
The people surrounding us were very fascinating. Many Spanish and Asian descents here. But mainly good looking and very friendly. We stopped at a restaurant on the pier and had lunch. Fresh seafood. I had to have the combo platter which came with fresh oysters. After lunch, we walked down the pier and I picked up a few souvenirs to take home. Eventually we made our way back to the front of the pier where we did a Ferris wheel ride, which produced some great photos. Then we rode the roller coaster, TWICE. We made our way up the street to check out THE BOULEVARD. Wow. Lots of street performers. We stopped at this little shop to get frozen yogurt with fresh fruit. YUMMY! We walked around looking for a little while, then started heading back to the car.
Once back in Sherman Oaks, we played a "short" version of monopoly. The funny thing is, it just kept going, going and going. We finally had to stop so that I could try Guitar Hero. LOVED IT! At the end of the day, I was so tired I couldn't think about the fact I am going home tommorrow. Too Short, but Very Sweet. L.A. County, I LOVE YOU!
Christmas Day in L.A. 2009
CHRISTMAS! Turn all the colored lights on and get ready to open presents! The day started with those infamous ORANGE cinnamon buns from PILLSBURY! You know the ones ! There were so many more presents. We took turns opening. We made little piles. We took pictures. We listened to music. Then we cleaned up the wrappings and got dressed so we could head over to the dinner party. YAY!!!!! DING DONG! WE ARE HERE! Walking in presented a table beautifully set and ready for congregation, and in the front bay window a little Christmas tree that our hostess confessed putting up just that day. Other friends had arrived and the dog ran in to greet us. The room smelled delicious and the food was excellent and made to perfection. But it is the sweet potato casserole that I will remember! After dinner, the games were on! I was so sore at the end of the night from laughing so hard. It was a moment in time. A moment of joy, peace and LOVE. Not that I wanted to end this up like a Kincade card scene, but I call it like I see it!
Monday, January 25, 2010
Christmas Eve in L.A. 2009
The morning of Christmas Eve day we headed out to Topanga Canyon and went for a lovely hike. When we reached a rocky peak somewhere in the middle of the canyon, you could see the Pacific Pallisades out toward the west, and just past the community could be seen the Pacific Ocean. We had a little snack of cheese, crackers and grapes while basking in the beauty of the sunlit colors surrounding us, and eventually headed back down. On returning to the homestead, I started baking and decorating the Christmas cookies, which later became a project for all three of us after the other two finished working. That evening, my son made an amazing dinner of brown sugar glazed salmon and twice baked potatoes! I am not always a fan of how Salmon is prepared, but I really really enjoyed this dinner. After eating, we sang Christmas songs together with an acoustic guitar. Having sung the complete repetoire of common Christmas carols, we watched the Grinch and It's a Wonderful Life. Time is moving too fast, but tomorrow is Christmas. A day for presents and a dinner party with long time friends!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Christmas 2009 Second Day in L.A.
Being across the country in a different time zone didnt seem to matter yesterday, but I woke up at 4 AM L.A. time. I tried to go back to sleep, but as I lay there I realized I was listening to the sound of freeway traffic. Then I realized, it had never stopped. It was really warm and I had slept with the windows opened, so I vaguely remember that constant sound. Eventually I got up and made coffee, having about four cups as I watched the sun slowly rise. I was so excited to be in California that I just wanted to hit pots and pans together or do anything to get the household up and the day started! I had brought some recipes with me thinking we could make sugar cookies and decorate them. So I sipped coffee and stared out at the beautiful mountains in the background and the tropical foliage in the foreground. It was quite a peaceful beginning. Oddly enough, the day was mainly spent in the grocery store, then preparing cookie dough and doing prep work for our Christmas dinner party. There was girl's time getting a mani and pedi, then we all played around creating new verses to the 12 days of Christmas and watching videos created from Thanksgiving family footage. There was much laughter, and somewhere, a new video in the making.
Christmas 2009 On my way to L.A.
The day I left town, it was soooooo cold and of course, I had to be at the airport early. 5 AM. I had decided to take two carry on pieces since there had been so much trouble with lost luggage by the airline companies. That decision did however, turn out to be a real pain in the ass. But, it was good for a short trip. Airport security is horrible, I dread it every time I have to fly. 911 just really did a number on me. The flight wasnt all bad since I ended up sitting beside a well built, strawberry blond young man from Kansas City! He had grabbed my bags and thrown them into the storage bins with just a tip of his hat, then gestured for me to take my seat. I saw a few freckles, and I'm guessing he's about 25. YEOW! EH EM....My first stop was Milwaukee and I almost missed getting on the plane because they boarded early and I had made a bathroom stop. They rushed me on board, made us all put seatbelts on, then we sat for an hour and 1/2. It was actually snowing pretty hard, so they had to scrape the runways and de-ice the planes. My young man from Kansas City ended up on the aisle right next to me which made for another interesting flight. Having waited so long to get off the runway made me realize that I was probably going to miss my connecting flight. What would they do? Would I end up missing a day? GRRRR..... But when I arrived at Kansas City, the other plane had waited for us. The airline attendant at the gate didnt realize that though, and made about 12 of us go through the security check again! The Captain apologized and let us know that hot chocolate chip cookies were waiting for us, which I was really happy about because I hadnt eaten. The three plus hours it took to get to L.A. wasnt so bad washed down with a good cup of coffee and two chocolate chip cookies! We were supposed to get to see the Grand Canyon as we were going over, but we hit a storm and had to fly above it. I was bummed. But, when we came out of the clouds and started our decent to L.A. I was dumbfounded by the beauty of the San Gabriel mountain range and the snow capped mountains. Beautiful hues of blues and purples with a touch of orange. Very different than the Blue Ridge Mountains! So I arrived at 11:30 AM with the rest of the day ahead of me. My very gorgeous and talented son picked me up and we headed out on to the freeway. YIKE! FREEWAY IN L.A.! But I did get a great view of most of the county as we drove north to Sherman Oaks. Arriving at a very nice and comfy apartment, I dumped all my belongings and we headed out to have some lunch with his favorite girl. After lunch and a couple of errands, we all took a drive along Mulholland. Up and around the canyon road. My camera was clicking as if on auto pilot. I saw both sides of the canyon. Hollywood, Burbank, Universal City, Downtown L.A.....and Beverly Hills. The weather was pretty warm, but as we reached the outlook on the top side, night was beginning to fall and it was a little chilly. So we headed back down to home, hot tea and a movie. I fell asleep.
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