April 04, 2009
Maybe things are looking up?
No Pizza to be Had!
Some Progress!
We CAN Blame Comcast!!!
From Their Website:
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However, in all the time we've been using them, this is the first issue I've ever had. And since I know it's them and not my "devices" I guess I'm not all that agitated any longer.
I must get something done. Blogging is a fabulously fun time - suck!
Important Notice
If you are having trouble logging into email, please try again later
However, in all the time we've been using them, this is the first issue I've ever had. And since I know it's them and not my "devices" I guess I'm not all that agitated any longer.
I must get something done. Blogging is a fabulously fun time - suck!
WTF?!
Now how come I could send that pic of the skillet to this blog via Crackberry email but I CAN'T get email? Something's jacked up.
Where's C?! Oh - at the DIVORCE PARTY!!!! Yes, if you voted I wouldn't attend, you win.
Actually, I adore the guy who was the guest of honor and was on the fence even when I got up this morning but I just have too much to do around here. It's nice to have "quiet time" wrangling cat litter pans, slopping around in the kitchen, etc.
Just tried checking email from the computer. . .It's all jacked up too. I think we can safely blame Comcast. I need my email!!!
Where's C?! Oh - at the DIVORCE PARTY!!!! Yes, if you voted I wouldn't attend, you win.
Actually, I adore the guy who was the guest of honor and was on the fence even when I got up this morning but I just have too much to do around here. It's nice to have "quiet time" wrangling cat litter pans, slopping around in the kitchen, etc.
Just tried checking email from the computer. . .It's all jacked up too. I think we can safely blame Comcast. I need my email!!!
Doin the heat n eat
Working Weekend
I have a list a mile long. I don't really feel like doing any of it. None of it's fun stuff. Something is not functioning with my email feed to by Crackberry and that's making me frustrated. Soon enough, I'll be frustrated with our tax return too!
Went to the grocery this morning and stocked up on low point value foods. I would have thought I'd feel thinner at this point but it's only been about 10 days so I can't expect too much.
It appears we have new neighbors or something. . .I'll be spying on them all afternoon. The dogs are not impressed and keep howling like banshees. I might have to close the blinds - much to the dismay of the houseplants.
Have some photos to post later. Also just realized I had some flag on comments so that I have to review every comment before it posts. I've discovered how to reject comments via Blackberry but not accept them. (Many apologies Anonymous! Try again if you'd like and I had sent an email response so I hope that worked out.) I think I'll (try to) disable that function entirely so I don't have to review comments. After all, it won't make me any bigger of a loser if someone says so in writing! LOL!!!
Went to the grocery this morning and stocked up on low point value foods. I would have thought I'd feel thinner at this point but it's only been about 10 days so I can't expect too much.
It appears we have new neighbors or something. . .I'll be spying on them all afternoon. The dogs are not impressed and keep howling like banshees. I might have to close the blinds - much to the dismay of the houseplants.
Have some photos to post later. Also just realized I had some flag on comments so that I have to review every comment before it posts. I've discovered how to reject comments via Blackberry but not accept them. (Many apologies Anonymous! Try again if you'd like and I had sent an email response so I hope that worked out.) I think I'll (try to) disable that function entirely so I don't have to review comments. After all, it won't make me any bigger of a loser if someone says so in writing! LOL!!!
April 03, 2009
Think this is cute?
April 02, 2009
Thoughts. . .
"As we grow older and realize more clearly the limitations of human happiness, we come to see that the only real and abiding pleasure in life is to give pleasure to other people"
P.G. Wodehouse, Something New
Is this why grandparents spoil grandchildren?
At some point in my maturation process I made an earth-shattering discovery - the world does not revolve around me.
I know, as fabulous as I am, I still had to admit it. The world does not revolve around me.
And as soon as I realized it, I went into denial and made my own sub-world. . .My world of wonderful accomplishments and my world of how many letters can I put behind my name, and my world of a lovely home, and husband, and well behaved pets. My world of going to the "in" bars and restaurants. . .Wearing the "right" nail polish, carrying the "it bag," reading 10 different newspapers, going to the "right school" and so forth.
But it left me feeling anxious about my acceptance - in my own sub-world. My world of being "perfect." It's no different than high school. I had to get right with ME!
And it makes me want to puke.
It's repulsive. . . How can you go through most of your life worried about what other people think about you?
One of my dearest confidants in PM Law chastised me one evening for having worn the latest Ann Taylor Loft camel and black big houndstooth print skirt and long jacket and carrying an Eddie Bauer tartan plaid umbrella. . ."Mixing plaids, d not cool." I loved her. I adored her. I still adore her to this day. But it was raining and I needed an umbrella. I didn't have my solid black umbrella. . .I just needed an umbrella. And still it hurt me that she said that - esp since I had given her notes and outlines, etc. At any rate, that could have been one clue I was about to go off the edge of all that is rational. . . That I cared. After all, we were well removed from High School at that point.
In close proximity to that event: d drunk in bar on a "school night" calling Dad convinced that I will never ever find personal or professional satisfaction. That I will continually drive myself bonkers seeking more and more and more education, money, accolades - the next ring.* He was cool. He let me work it out. . .
(At this time we - Me & Pops - had an analogy/metaphor going about brass rings - 'cause left-handers could never grab the ring on the traditional carousels. . .So the lesson was always to get the ring, and another, and so forth - seeing as how we're both lefties)
It's taken about 4 years but I think I have worked it out. (That would be a grand total of 33 years! At least 29 of them tortured) I'm now happy to wear whatever I please (still with respectable taste and a sense of humor). I'm now happy to reap the rewards of my education (but am still learning). I'm happy to step back (but lazy isn't in my make up). I'm happy I'm sooooooo FINALLY OVER ME!
I can finally focus on all that is right and not the "not quite right." I like making other people happy. I like giving unconditionally. I like that I have finally grown up a little. I love knowing that doesn't mean I'm a "sell out" or a lazy slacker. . .I've just finally in the past few years realized how important everyone and everything is so much more interesting and fascinating and important than ME!
Could this possibly mean my one moment of practicing moderation has crept up on me over the years until my entire life is one gigantic moment of moderation?
The artist in me will never allow it. . .I have a tattoo that is over-due for an addition. LOL!!!
P.G. Wodehouse, Something New
Is this why grandparents spoil grandchildren?
At some point in my maturation process I made an earth-shattering discovery - the world does not revolve around me.
I know, as fabulous as I am, I still had to admit it. The world does not revolve around me.
And as soon as I realized it, I went into denial and made my own sub-world. . .My world of wonderful accomplishments and my world of how many letters can I put behind my name, and my world of a lovely home, and husband, and well behaved pets. My world of going to the "in" bars and restaurants. . .Wearing the "right" nail polish, carrying the "it bag," reading 10 different newspapers, going to the "right school" and so forth.
But it left me feeling anxious about my acceptance - in my own sub-world. My world of being "perfect." It's no different than high school. I had to get right with ME!
And it makes me want to puke.
It's repulsive. . . How can you go through most of your life worried about what other people think about you?
One of my dearest confidants in PM Law chastised me one evening for having worn the latest Ann Taylor Loft camel and black big houndstooth print skirt and long jacket and carrying an Eddie Bauer tartan plaid umbrella. . ."Mixing plaids, d not cool." I loved her. I adored her. I still adore her to this day. But it was raining and I needed an umbrella. I didn't have my solid black umbrella. . .I just needed an umbrella. And still it hurt me that she said that - esp since I had given her notes and outlines, etc. At any rate, that could have been one clue I was about to go off the edge of all that is rational. . . That I cared. After all, we were well removed from High School at that point.
In close proximity to that event: d drunk in bar on a "school night" calling Dad convinced that I will never ever find personal or professional satisfaction. That I will continually drive myself bonkers seeking more and more and more education, money, accolades - the next ring.* He was cool. He let me work it out. . .
(At this time we - Me & Pops - had an analogy/metaphor going about brass rings - 'cause left-handers could never grab the ring on the traditional carousels. . .So the lesson was always to get the ring, and another, and so forth - seeing as how we're both lefties)
It's taken about 4 years but I think I have worked it out. (That would be a grand total of 33 years! At least 29 of them tortured) I'm now happy to wear whatever I please (still with respectable taste and a sense of humor). I'm now happy to reap the rewards of my education (but am still learning). I'm happy to step back (but lazy isn't in my make up). I'm happy I'm sooooooo FINALLY OVER ME!
I can finally focus on all that is right and not the "not quite right." I like making other people happy. I like giving unconditionally. I like that I have finally grown up a little. I love knowing that doesn't mean I'm a "sell out" or a lazy slacker. . .I've just finally in the past few years realized how important everyone and everything is so much more interesting and fascinating and important than ME!
Could this possibly mean my one moment of practicing moderation has crept up on me over the years until my entire life is one gigantic moment of moderation?
The artist in me will never allow it. . .I have a tattoo that is over-due for an addition. LOL!!!
Home ECK Wreck
I was inspired originally by Martha Stewarts basement (maybe at Turkey Hill - can't recall) so I painted the sucker almost entirely white and got a ton of shelves. It is currently proving the third law of thermodynamics and is no longer very Martha!!!
We'll be back on track soon enough!
Sleepy Buddy
Dexter Convalescing
Objects of Desire - Flippers
Look at my Corn Plant
April 01, 2009
My Daily Commute - Rumba
This is going to sound bitchy but. . .
What the hell is up with divorce parties?
I consider myself a relatively liberal, open-minded person. I still don't understand why someone would want to celebrate their divorce. I def. get that it must be great to finally be done with the drawn-out legal process.
I would consider myself 3 or 7 steps to the left of moderate, I'm a lawyer by education, I have a predominately Irish lineage, I'm typically a party for any reason and at all costs type gal.
But I don't understand a divorce party.
I'm not sure if this is something that only children of divorce find offensive? Maybe I'm being overly sensitive?
I just know that when I said my vows with C, it never once crossed my mind that divorce was an option. It was something I thought about a lot after my own parents divorce. Their divorce has led me down roads I never thought I'd ever travel. . .which is good in many regards and painful in others.
I understand people change and things happen and sometimes divorce is the right thing (it was for my parents). But do we need to celebrate that? Should we be celebrating the demise of one of the last institutions in our society that is supposed to be steadfast, solid, and sacred?
I'm not religious, I'm not even a Republican. I barely know my ass from my elbow on a daily basis. But it seems inherently wrong to me to celebrate (at least in such an unabashed way) an unfortunate situation.
If you have a divorce party, does that in some way mean you are toasting your own failures, short-comings?
I'm not sure. The same way I'm not sure if it's ok to ask for the damned wedding gift I gave them back? Or at least half?
A 50% return is pretty freaking good - esp. in this economy.
I guess the bottom line is, if you are having drinks because your divorce is final, count me in. If you are throwing a party because your divorce is final, I might attend - but don't even think for a split second I'm not judging you for it. . .and wondering where the eff my wedding gift to you is located so I can repo it without your knowledge or consent because someone at Goodwill or the Salvation Army who is happily married will effing love your never-used bread machine!
I consider myself a relatively liberal, open-minded person. I still don't understand why someone would want to celebrate their divorce. I def. get that it must be great to finally be done with the drawn-out legal process.
I would consider myself 3 or 7 steps to the left of moderate, I'm a lawyer by education, I have a predominately Irish lineage, I'm typically a party for any reason and at all costs type gal.
But I don't understand a divorce party.
I'm not sure if this is something that only children of divorce find offensive? Maybe I'm being overly sensitive?
I just know that when I said my vows with C, it never once crossed my mind that divorce was an option. It was something I thought about a lot after my own parents divorce. Their divorce has led me down roads I never thought I'd ever travel. . .which is good in many regards and painful in others.
I understand people change and things happen and sometimes divorce is the right thing (it was for my parents). But do we need to celebrate that? Should we be celebrating the demise of one of the last institutions in our society that is supposed to be steadfast, solid, and sacred?
I'm not religious, I'm not even a Republican. I barely know my ass from my elbow on a daily basis. But it seems inherently wrong to me to celebrate (at least in such an unabashed way) an unfortunate situation.
If you have a divorce party, does that in some way mean you are toasting your own failures, short-comings?
I'm not sure. The same way I'm not sure if it's ok to ask for the damned wedding gift I gave them back? Or at least half?
A 50% return is pretty freaking good - esp. in this economy.
I guess the bottom line is, if you are having drinks because your divorce is final, count me in. If you are throwing a party because your divorce is final, I might attend - but don't even think for a split second I'm not judging you for it. . .and wondering where the eff my wedding gift to you is located so I can repo it without your knowledge or consent because someone at Goodwill or the Salvation Army who is happily married will effing love your never-used bread machine!
March 31, 2009
Bonkers
All I've had to eat today is low-point value plant matter. I'm working on very little sleep and things have been a bit stressful at work. . .
And now I have crazy doped up Elizabethan collar wearing spaz cat running around.
Somethin's gotta give!!!!!! I'm going bonkers!!!!!
This is not a relaxing, John Muir reading intellectual sort of state I find myself in. This is a freakin crank your iPod and beat the living snot out of a canvas with a palette knife and heavy bodied acrylic paint feeling.
Have you ever tried to get one of those big flying nun collars on a cat? It's a lot like trying to force a snow tire through a greased up garden hose. Nearly impossible.
The only thing more impossible? KEEPING IT ON!!!!
Don't get me wrong, I admire the little fellow's spirit. I am also insanely jealous of his dexterity and crazy escape artist skills. But the fact remains, if he slips the collar, chews out his stitches and bleeds all over my snow white bedding I'm going to be pissed!
Pray for a very speedy recovery! (And a benign biopsy - that's no joke).
And now I have crazy doped up Elizabethan collar wearing spaz cat running around.
Somethin's gotta give!!!!!! I'm going bonkers!!!!!
This is not a relaxing, John Muir reading intellectual sort of state I find myself in. This is a freakin crank your iPod and beat the living snot out of a canvas with a palette knife and heavy bodied acrylic paint feeling.
Have you ever tried to get one of those big flying nun collars on a cat? It's a lot like trying to force a snow tire through a greased up garden hose. Nearly impossible.
The only thing more impossible? KEEPING IT ON!!!!
Don't get me wrong, I admire the little fellow's spirit. I am also insanely jealous of his dexterity and crazy escape artist skills. But the fact remains, if he slips the collar, chews out his stitches and bleeds all over my snow white bedding I'm going to be pissed!
Pray for a very speedy recovery! (And a benign biopsy - that's no joke).
My Daily Commute - Shot Tower
Also headed west on Fayette, just about a block from President Street. Post office building, Shot Tower, Legg Mason Tower, and the Duetsche Bank Building. The sky is glorious. I'm finding pointing the camera sky-ward in the car, is often a good shot. . .Assuming you're a passenger or stopped. . .Taking pics and driving don't mix. . .I have the photos to prove it! hahaha.My Daily Commute - Big Building
This is to the left if you're headed westbound of Fayette. Not sure what it is. . I'm guessing it must face Baltimore Street. Again, another street I travel frequently but never really notice. If I had more time, or the opportunity to get out of the car, I would have gotten more angles and close-ups of the building. It's not beautiful at all - but it has interesting angles and textures and a forlorn presence.
My Daily Commute - Thomas Wildey Monument
Typically I don't go up Broadway to Fayette. Rather I take Patterson Park Ave to Fayette. Since I had to take Dexter to the vet this morning, I was taken a little of my typical route and I'm glad. It was a beautiful morning and it's nice to see a little different scenery. If it weren't for an ambulance whizzing by me on its way to Hopkins, I never would have been stopped right beside this monument. I've passed this before but never knew the name. . .I still don't know who Mr. Wildey is but I'm going to find out. . .What a great name: Wildey.
Spring Light - Patterson Park Pagoda
The Pagoda is quickly becoming one of my most favorite (non pet) subjects to photograph. Like all things, it looks different depending on the time of day and light. . .but I think there's more to my infatuation than just that.
Objects of Desire - My very own B&B
The Mercersberg Inn. I've been lusting after this property for at least 11 years. I'm pretty sure it's waaaaay more property than I can handle! Look at all that freaking grass, terraced no less!!!
Mercersberg, PA on a Dreary Day
Love this quaint little town, though have never done more than drive through it and dream about opening a bed and breakfast there!
Going to Nature's School #101
John Muir left college after his sophmore year "Bound for the University of the Wilderness." This shot is hardly the wilderness Muir knew taken from a car at 80 miles per hour, sky no doubt full of weird man made chemicals and toxins but I think he'd find it just as beautiful and awe inspiring.
March 30, 2009
Going to Nature's School
"Light. I know not a single word fine enough for light. . .holy, beamless, bodiless, inaudible, floods of light."
-John Muir
-John Muir
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Evening Reading
Fat Camp
Dreamt last night I had to go to fat camp!!! Could it have been all the junk I ate Sunday?!
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March 29, 2009
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