First, the new fridge is awesome. a couple of other rearranges and the kitchen almost looks new again, not having frozen milk, and the end to suicidal salad dressing bottles make it all the better.
The rest of that title refers to my ongoing confusion about the interwoven options to stay connected to people through a blog. I love the fact that blogger will send comments directly to my email. But the confusing part is it doesnt tell me where the comment was placed, and it does not let me reply to the email. So i have to dig through the archives looking for the spot the comment was placed and hope the individual commenting is a Blogger user and their link is still valid, all to reply. Makes things very complex. one would think with the availability of gmail accounts, and the fact that the companies are all linked, that each Blogger would be issued a gmail account attached to their blog, and replies to comments would be allowed. Just a thought.
and then there is the whole issue of hits to the blog. I DO NOT GET IT. What is it that the search engines are searching? Believe it or not the biggest hit drawer from this blog is one post...about Paula Dean. Don't get me wrong, I love the womon's cooking and her tv shows (never met her so i couldnt in good faith say i love her) BUT she is not all I am about in this world. I wrote about her once. but if the silly stats are valid, the one post that has the most response in the search engines is the one about Paula. There are posts about iPods, about music, about being a grandmother, about being a lesbian, about the tornados in August, about my struggles with a former employer, about movies and books and so many other things. I would have expected if i had written about sex or body parts that those posts would have gotten search engine hits, but bless her southern cooking, empire building self....she is getting me some surprising attention.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Saturday, January 28, 2006
religion
once, lifetimes ago, i studied comparative religions. since then i have always been interested in understanding the function and form of religion in peoples individual lives and societies.
i believe that the first “religions” came out of peoples need to explain the unexplainable. to have something greater than themselves to attribute behavior beyond their understanding. In many ways the core of many of the popular religions still reflects that need.
churches came into being when people wanted to share and discuss (the beginnings of theology and pontification)common thoughts, and then further became a sanctuary when confronted with people whose views were very different from their own.
then the baser of human needs came into play. Attitudes like “mine is better than yours”, “there can only be one right way and its mine so i have to change you to my way” and the need to make “their way” the biggest and best is how they end up proselytizing. BUT in the beginning and in the end, as soon as men began believing they had some special dispensation from the power that guided them, and took control, it all went wrong.
i believe everyone has the right to their own personal beliefs. I believe everyone has the right to choose how to practice their beliefs. I DO NOT believe that anyone has the right to tell someone else the way they must believe.
Personally i find many parts of many of the current and historical religions to resonate for me.
“harm none and do as ye will” is a wiccan philosophy that has a major impact for me. many of the Jewish attitudes I find quite comparable to my way of thought....they still wait for a messiah, and treat every child as tho he/she might be the one, and they value education, and they regularly debate and discuss their religion. buddhists have a much more karmic view of life, and since i find it hard to believe that one entity could control all things all the time, i quite like the mythological process of defining deities with control over individual aspects of nature and life. unfortunately, i find that christianity offers me little....it is punitive, rigid, male dominated, patriarchal in the worst ways, it focuses on covering up its ills and protecting abusers, while finding scapegoats to blame societies ills unless compliance to their codes are upheld. what little comfort i find in any of christianity is in certain traditions that my beloved ancestors held close, and it is in their faith (blind that it may have been) i find nominal comfort.
I have the greatest respect for individuals who have found a path and followed it to the betterment of themselves and others. Some call that path religion, some simply choose the path they believe will create that betterment.
Sky Dances from the album "Sky Dances" by Holly Near
i believe that the first “religions” came out of peoples need to explain the unexplainable. to have something greater than themselves to attribute behavior beyond their understanding. In many ways the core of many of the popular religions still reflects that need.
churches came into being when people wanted to share and discuss (the beginnings of theology and pontification)common thoughts, and then further became a sanctuary when confronted with people whose views were very different from their own.
then the baser of human needs came into play. Attitudes like “mine is better than yours”, “there can only be one right way and its mine so i have to change you to my way” and the need to make “their way” the biggest and best is how they end up proselytizing. BUT in the beginning and in the end, as soon as men began believing they had some special dispensation from the power that guided them, and took control, it all went wrong.
i believe everyone has the right to their own personal beliefs. I believe everyone has the right to choose how to practice their beliefs. I DO NOT believe that anyone has the right to tell someone else the way they must believe.
Personally i find many parts of many of the current and historical religions to resonate for me.
“harm none and do as ye will” is a wiccan philosophy that has a major impact for me. many of the Jewish attitudes I find quite comparable to my way of thought....they still wait for a messiah, and treat every child as tho he/she might be the one, and they value education, and they regularly debate and discuss their religion. buddhists have a much more karmic view of life, and since i find it hard to believe that one entity could control all things all the time, i quite like the mythological process of defining deities with control over individual aspects of nature and life. unfortunately, i find that christianity offers me little....it is punitive, rigid, male dominated, patriarchal in the worst ways, it focuses on covering up its ills and protecting abusers, while finding scapegoats to blame societies ills unless compliance to their codes are upheld. what little comfort i find in any of christianity is in certain traditions that my beloved ancestors held close, and it is in their faith (blind that it may have been) i find nominal comfort.
I have the greatest respect for individuals who have found a path and followed it to the betterment of themselves and others. Some call that path religion, some simply choose the path they believe will create that betterment.
Sky Dances from the album "Sky Dances" by Holly Near
WASHINGTON IN BRIEF [the marriage issue]
WASHINGTON IN BRIEF:
The Senate will vote this year on a constitutional amendment backed by President Bush to ban same-sex marriage, Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist (R-Tenn.) said yesterday.
“We will address the definition of marriage sometime over the course of this year,” Frist said at a news conference on the Republican agenda. A House GOP leadership aide said the House also is likely to take up the gay-marriage ban this year.
You would think that in a world that has so many other serious, pressing issues, war on foreign soil, abject poverty in our own back yards, child abuse rampant, the gap between the haves and the have nots growing wider, a president who believes he is above the law, the systematic loss of civil liberties, the total disregard for basic human rights in almost every segment of our society except that of the str8, white male, a culture so focused on having and getting that taking with out thought or need is commonplace; you would really think that issues of the definition of marriage according to the ultraconservatives would not be such a priority.
Marriage as a social construct and marriage as a legal definition are two different things. Let the religious community define what relationships they will bless. I am all for that. They have every right and responsibility to do that. What they have NO right to do is bring their pulpits to the law, and force a decision that one of their views is the “right and only” view. Nor should they ever have a say in how the law defines anything.
I really want to know what it is they are so afraid of. What would my being able to marry do to them? How would my being able to see my partner in the hospital hurt them? How would my child being able to talk about his/her parents in the same language as other kids hurt them.
Why is it we give marital tax breaks anyway? It's not like that institution is that stellar these days that it deserves any special treatment. They talk so much about the fabric of society, how can they suggest that defining marriage as one man, one womon change what they have been systematically destroying for all these years? Honestly, personally, I don't think i want to do the marriage thing. A relationship is only as solid as the effort put into it, not the title its given. What I do want is that my partnership be granted the same rights and benefits of all other private partnerships are given by the law.
We seem to be fighting the wrong fight...all of us. The fight that is happening now is about window dressing, the real issues are about the basic equalities under the law. The loudest of the (the religious reich) would have you believe this is an issue of right and wrong, and only the law can address it. Everything i know about the law is that it is not about right and wrong, its about the law....and everything i know about right and wrong tells me that the law does not change, support or maintain the standards of right and wrong. So again i ask....what is it they are so afraid of?
Wind Beneath My Wings by Bette Midler
The Senate will vote this year on a constitutional amendment backed by President Bush to ban same-sex marriage, Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist (R-Tenn.) said yesterday.
“We will address the definition of marriage sometime over the course of this year,” Frist said at a news conference on the Republican agenda. A House GOP leadership aide said the House also is likely to take up the gay-marriage ban this year.
You would think that in a world that has so many other serious, pressing issues, war on foreign soil, abject poverty in our own back yards, child abuse rampant, the gap between the haves and the have nots growing wider, a president who believes he is above the law, the systematic loss of civil liberties, the total disregard for basic human rights in almost every segment of our society except that of the str8, white male, a culture so focused on having and getting that taking with out thought or need is commonplace; you would really think that issues of the definition of marriage according to the ultraconservatives would not be such a priority.
Marriage as a social construct and marriage as a legal definition are two different things. Let the religious community define what relationships they will bless. I am all for that. They have every right and responsibility to do that. What they have NO right to do is bring their pulpits to the law, and force a decision that one of their views is the “right and only” view. Nor should they ever have a say in how the law defines anything.
I really want to know what it is they are so afraid of. What would my being able to marry do to them? How would my being able to see my partner in the hospital hurt them? How would my child being able to talk about his/her parents in the same language as other kids hurt them.
Why is it we give marital tax breaks anyway? It's not like that institution is that stellar these days that it deserves any special treatment. They talk so much about the fabric of society, how can they suggest that defining marriage as one man, one womon change what they have been systematically destroying for all these years? Honestly, personally, I don't think i want to do the marriage thing. A relationship is only as solid as the effort put into it, not the title its given. What I do want is that my partnership be granted the same rights and benefits of all other private partnerships are given by the law.
We seem to be fighting the wrong fight...all of us. The fight that is happening now is about window dressing, the real issues are about the basic equalities under the law. The loudest of the (the religious reich) would have you believe this is an issue of right and wrong, and only the law can address it. Everything i know about the law is that it is not about right and wrong, its about the law....and everything i know about right and wrong tells me that the law does not change, support or maintain the standards of right and wrong. So again i ask....what is it they are so afraid of?
Wind Beneath My Wings by Bette Midler
Stats and other interesting bits
I find it fascinating to see who has visited my blog. More accurately, I see only from where people enter my blog. Sometimes an IP address will offer a bit more information, but most often it is just going to connect me to the blogroll that people came from.
I know the convoluted paths I follow from blog to blog or from website to website, so I know that it doesn't really say much, but its kind of fun to see the hits from all over the world. California, Washington, Canada, Italy, Germany, Australia, MIssissippi, and even Milwaukee are just some of them. It almost reminds me of the long gone days when IRC was all the rage, and you could be talking to someone from all over the country or the world. But at least then you were talking to them.
I know when the blog click things come into play that people are just wandering and barely reading, but for the folks that actually read or even come back to read again, say hi, would ya?
and i will try to do the same!
I know the convoluted paths I follow from blog to blog or from website to website, so I know that it doesn't really say much, but its kind of fun to see the hits from all over the world. California, Washington, Canada, Italy, Germany, Australia, MIssissippi, and even Milwaukee are just some of them. It almost reminds me of the long gone days when IRC was all the rage, and you could be talking to someone from all over the country or the world. But at least then you were talking to them.
I know when the blog click things come into play that people are just wandering and barely reading, but for the folks that actually read or even come back to read again, say hi, would ya?
and i will try to do the same!
Friday, January 27, 2006
ok...i am less patient than i used to be
the waiting on this job application is getting to me.
this job is tailor made for me. the question is whether or not i sold myself well enough for it.
there have been no inquiries of my references, there have been no indications that i am even in the running.
no response to the thank-you email, and altho she mentioned it when i spoke with her (i had to cancel a meeting between her and a sick staff member at an org i volunteer with), there still has not even been just a quicky email back.
i know some of the reasons i am edgy.....first, i really want the job. second, the job is a perfect fit for my skills. third, i really need a viable reason to let go of the current situation (which has dipped into the “keeping people in victim status to continue meeting the needs of the board to help them” stage).
so, ok universe....an answer....any answer? nooooo, i want the positive answer!
and if music is a predictor this morning began with ;
Only a Dream from the album “Come On Come On” by Mary Chapin Carpenter
next came:
If I Live from the album “Postcards from Paradise” by Cris Williamson & Tret Fure
then moving on with:
Lucky Star by Madonna
this job is tailor made for me. the question is whether or not i sold myself well enough for it.
there have been no inquiries of my references, there have been no indications that i am even in the running.
no response to the thank-you email, and altho she mentioned it when i spoke with her (i had to cancel a meeting between her and a sick staff member at an org i volunteer with), there still has not even been just a quicky email back.
i know some of the reasons i am edgy.....first, i really want the job. second, the job is a perfect fit for my skills. third, i really need a viable reason to let go of the current situation (which has dipped into the “keeping people in victim status to continue meeting the needs of the board to help them” stage).
so, ok universe....an answer....any answer? nooooo, i want the positive answer!
and if music is a predictor this morning began with ;
Only a Dream from the album “Come On Come On” by Mary Chapin Carpenter
next came:
If I Live from the album “Postcards from Paradise” by Cris Williamson & Tret Fure
then moving on with:
Lucky Star by Madonna
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Brokeback Mountain
If you haven't seen it yet, put it on your list of things to do. On lots of levels this is a must see.
First on just the historical value, this movie is the first generally released, main stream film about gay men being with each other as gay men. Yes this means seeing gay male sex, but probably more disturbing for most people is the affection and the love, and the physical depiction of those emotions. I have to admit that even as an out lesbian of many years, it is still a bit jarring in the beginning to see 2 men being physically passionate, i have a startle reaction, I am not used to it. And yes, I have enough gay male friends who are affectionate with each other, but there is a difference......im not sure what, but....still its important. Back in the days when I was first coming out, i did more bars and saw more male couples making out....then it didn't have that effect. Good indication that we “get used to” things when we see more of them.
Second, on the story level, this is an intense love, a deep personal struggle and a heartbreaking look at the realities. The fact that these men were “cowboys” was as key to the story as the fact that they were gay. That very specific definition of what “real men” should be is deeply entrenched in the mystique of the cowboy, and the stereotypes that define the gay man simply do not have a lot in common with that. The timeframe the story takes place in is early 60's through the 80's, during the time when many were not out, or just coming out......but that was in the cities, the bigger populations.
i loved the movie. i am not good at dissecting movies or books that i read. but i really hope that more people see this, and people keep talking about it.
First on just the historical value, this movie is the first generally released, main stream film about gay men being with each other as gay men. Yes this means seeing gay male sex, but probably more disturbing for most people is the affection and the love, and the physical depiction of those emotions. I have to admit that even as an out lesbian of many years, it is still a bit jarring in the beginning to see 2 men being physically passionate, i have a startle reaction, I am not used to it. And yes, I have enough gay male friends who are affectionate with each other, but there is a difference......im not sure what, but....still its important. Back in the days when I was first coming out, i did more bars and saw more male couples making out....then it didn't have that effect. Good indication that we “get used to” things when we see more of them.
Second, on the story level, this is an intense love, a deep personal struggle and a heartbreaking look at the realities. The fact that these men were “cowboys” was as key to the story as the fact that they were gay. That very specific definition of what “real men” should be is deeply entrenched in the mystique of the cowboy, and the stereotypes that define the gay man simply do not have a lot in common with that. The timeframe the story takes place in is early 60's through the 80's, during the time when many were not out, or just coming out......but that was in the cities, the bigger populations.
i loved the movie. i am not good at dissecting movies or books that i read. but i really hope that more people see this, and people keep talking about it.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
New Fridge Day
I am working from home today so they can deliver my new fridge.
It is nice to see that like me there are other people who get excited about something like this.
My kitchen is in minor chaos as now things have to be rearranged. We had to take down a cupboard because the refrigerator is a bit taller than the cupboard will allow. All of my holiday dishware has been displaced (and considering the fact that my mother just gave me my great grandmothers china, and i have yet to find a space to store it, adding one more set of dishes to find a home for is giving me minor fits.
It sounds like it may well be 24 hours before the new fridge (how far have we come from the “ice box” days) will be up to temp, so I get to empty the old one and then reload it until we have a safe temperature in the new one. That will add a bit more chaos.
And I have a newsletter to write, a night meeting and a request from someone to provide an hear for her “Courage to Heal” work.
But all I can think about is the new refrigerator.
Talk about strange priorities!
Little Green Apples by O.C. Smith
It is nice to see that like me there are other people who get excited about something like this.
My kitchen is in minor chaos as now things have to be rearranged. We had to take down a cupboard because the refrigerator is a bit taller than the cupboard will allow. All of my holiday dishware has been displaced (and considering the fact that my mother just gave me my great grandmothers china, and i have yet to find a space to store it, adding one more set of dishes to find a home for is giving me minor fits.
It sounds like it may well be 24 hours before the new fridge (how far have we come from the “ice box” days) will be up to temp, so I get to empty the old one and then reload it until we have a safe temperature in the new one. That will add a bit more chaos.
And I have a newsletter to write, a night meeting and a request from someone to provide an hear for her “Courage to Heal” work.
But all I can think about is the new refrigerator.
Talk about strange priorities!
Little Green Apples by O.C. Smith
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Refrigeration.....
We are finally replacing our fridge after 15 years.
12 years ago the one we have began to fall apart.
We had only had it for about 2 years when it began to fall apart. This is what happens when you can not afford quality. But we made it work. Duct Tape is a wonderful thing. We have gone thru stages when we have talked about replacing, but never just gone out and done it.
Today this is the plan. We have set aside enough to buy, not the top of the line, but only a step down, bottom freezer fridge.
I am excited. The old broken shelved one will move to the basement....a backup for when we entertain. Woo hoo
Take it to the limit by Eagles
12 years ago the one we have began to fall apart.
We had only had it for about 2 years when it began to fall apart. This is what happens when you can not afford quality. But we made it work. Duct Tape is a wonderful thing. We have gone thru stages when we have talked about replacing, but never just gone out and done it.
Today this is the plan. We have set aside enough to buy, not the top of the line, but only a step down, bottom freezer fridge.
I am excited. The old broken shelved one will move to the basement....a backup for when we entertain. Woo hoo
Take it to the limit by Eagles
SNOW!!!
Well finally Mother Nature remembered what the midwest US is supposed to look like in mid to late January. We got about 4 inches of the white stuff yesterday evening. It is gorgeous. Light and white and fluffy. 6 inches of it on the table tops. How long it will last, only the universe knows. but for now....its white and clean and soft looking, and pretty.
Your Song from the album “Elton John” by Elton John
Your Song from the album “Elton John” by Elton John
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Last year
I had begun another year in that miserable job, in that miserable place. I was waking each morning at 5am, catching the weather and the news on early morning tv, stopping at the local convenience store for my unfrosted chocolate muffin and bottle of Dr Pepper, and then fumbling for my passcard to get into the secure building. I understand the need for security in some employment situations, but that place has delusions of grandeur. All it will ever be is a white collar factory, paying the minimum, demanding the maximum.
Whew....i am really so glad not to be there any more. It is good to be back in the “helping people” realm.
I do miss the people. I made some good friends, and it was the people there who kept me from losing my mind.
I knew it was a bad move, but at the time i made it, it was the only move i saw. It paid the bills, gave me benefits, and filled the time. I learned a lot about an industry i would never have. I reinforced my own knowledge that I am not a corporate drone. I went from being a small drone in a cube to being unable to walk from one side of the building to the other without knowing someone well enough to talk about their lives for minutes. I got involved, i made connections. Those were the things that let me survive the experience.
It was also a year ago that the blonde and my little bug moved out of the house once again. It broke our hearts to watch her leave the only home she had ever known, into uncertainty. The year has brought her a step-dad, step-sibs, and another way of life. Her momma has done little growing, some changing, and is still a source of major concern, but she is still our little princess. We have accepted and come to love the newest additions to our family, our SIL is really a very sweet man, and totally cherishes the blonde. The new grandkids are a handful as they are so emotionally needy, but they are sweet children. Making a “family” can be difficult when there are so many different households to draw from, and we hope that within this year we will see some stability for them.
the weather a year ago was oh so cold....double digit below zero temps. snow on the ground. This year it's warmer than normal and the snow has all melted away.
So much for a year ago. Most of the changes in life have been good ones.
And so it goes.....
One Hand, One Heart from the album “West Side Story” by Jim Bryant/Marni Nixon
Whew....i am really so glad not to be there any more. It is good to be back in the “helping people” realm.
I do miss the people. I made some good friends, and it was the people there who kept me from losing my mind.
I knew it was a bad move, but at the time i made it, it was the only move i saw. It paid the bills, gave me benefits, and filled the time. I learned a lot about an industry i would never have. I reinforced my own knowledge that I am not a corporate drone. I went from being a small drone in a cube to being unable to walk from one side of the building to the other without knowing someone well enough to talk about their lives for minutes. I got involved, i made connections. Those were the things that let me survive the experience.
It was also a year ago that the blonde and my little bug moved out of the house once again. It broke our hearts to watch her leave the only home she had ever known, into uncertainty. The year has brought her a step-dad, step-sibs, and another way of life. Her momma has done little growing, some changing, and is still a source of major concern, but she is still our little princess. We have accepted and come to love the newest additions to our family, our SIL is really a very sweet man, and totally cherishes the blonde. The new grandkids are a handful as they are so emotionally needy, but they are sweet children. Making a “family” can be difficult when there are so many different households to draw from, and we hope that within this year we will see some stability for them.
the weather a year ago was oh so cold....double digit below zero temps. snow on the ground. This year it's warmer than normal and the snow has all melted away.
So much for a year ago. Most of the changes in life have been good ones.
And so it goes.....
One Hand, One Heart from the album “West Side Story” by Jim Bryant/Marni Nixon
Blog Birthday and other personal reflections
I have noticed people exclaiming the birthday of their blogs..I do NOT get it. i understand that they want to honor the anniversary, but why?
I had to go back and look....to see that I started mine about a year ago, so I blew past the birthday.
I guess i don't see my blog as anything more than a way to express feelings and thoughts. it is not a living thing.
I appreciate when people passing through share their thoughts with me, but i don't write for the comments....and i only begin to wonder when the hits are there and there are no comments.
I don't think of my blog as a social linkage. I enjoy the interaction i have with a few people who I read and they read me, but few in my f2f world even know about my blog, much less read it, and most of the folks I read that i might ever be interested in meeting live in other places.
I don't write to the people of blogland or the blogosphere, I just write what comes out of my brain, through my fingers.
Sometimes i hope, wish, that writing on a regular basis will help me order my thoughts. Sometimes i hope writing on a regular basis will help me learn to be a better writer. Sometimes i hope that writing regularly will keep my creativity from getting rusty. Will any of those things happen? I have NO clue. but still i write.
i find it much more interesting to look back and see where i was a year ago...but that is another post all together.
I had to go back and look....to see that I started mine about a year ago, so I blew past the birthday.
I guess i don't see my blog as anything more than a way to express feelings and thoughts. it is not a living thing.
I appreciate when people passing through share their thoughts with me, but i don't write for the comments....and i only begin to wonder when the hits are there and there are no comments.
I don't think of my blog as a social linkage. I enjoy the interaction i have with a few people who I read and they read me, but few in my f2f world even know about my blog, much less read it, and most of the folks I read that i might ever be interested in meeting live in other places.
I don't write to the people of blogland or the blogosphere, I just write what comes out of my brain, through my fingers.
Sometimes i hope, wish, that writing on a regular basis will help me order my thoughts. Sometimes i hope writing on a regular basis will help me learn to be a better writer. Sometimes i hope that writing regularly will keep my creativity from getting rusty. Will any of those things happen? I have NO clue. but still i write.
i find it much more interesting to look back and see where i was a year ago...but that is another post all together.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Paula Dean is a cooking goddess
I love the food network.
I love to cook, i love to eat. I read cookbooks like novels. Food, production, consumption and the art of feeding people are central themes in my life.
My favorite cook on Food TV currently is Paula Dean. She has that “realness” about her. We all know her story...single mom, struggling, and she came up with an idea. In her case the idea bore fruit and became a restaurant and more. Today she has worldwide recognition and even though she may only “present” the way she comes across, you still get the feeling that she is REAL. She cooks down home cooking, she is a round, soft grandma looking person.
I love some of the other cooks/chef's on the food network, Ina Garten, Rachael Ray, Giada De Laurentiis, and maybe a few more.
But none of them are in the same league as Paula.
I love to cook, i love to eat. I read cookbooks like novels. Food, production, consumption and the art of feeding people are central themes in my life.
My favorite cook on Food TV currently is Paula Dean. She has that “realness” about her. We all know her story...single mom, struggling, and she came up with an idea. In her case the idea bore fruit and became a restaurant and more. Today she has worldwide recognition and even though she may only “present” the way she comes across, you still get the feeling that she is REAL. She cooks down home cooking, she is a round, soft grandma looking person.
I love some of the other cooks/chef's on the food network, Ina Garten, Rachael Ray, Giada De Laurentiis, and maybe a few more.
But none of them are in the same league as Paula.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Coffee Mugs
I love to collect things.
Mostly i collect little things, but I also have an affinity for glass. i have collected bottles of unique shape and color, but gave that up for the lack of display space and storage space. I love to collect glasses, and have cupboards full of unique and mostly unused glasses, mostly in pairs.
But then I came upon coffee mugs. Function, form and fashion. This would be a good way to go!
And so the collection began. First with touristy cups, then with event/commemorative types (i now have a few boxes of those kinds, and have given many away). Then I began to look at function. I like coffee. I like cocoa, I like mugs for soup. I like substance, and i like comfort.
One of the things I most love about a hot mug of something to drink, is wrapping my hand around the mug. But....surprise, surprise, I am picky about how i do that. I have to be able to fit my fingers (a minimum of 3) through the handle and be able to pick the mug up with that hand.
I love to put together a beautiful table, with everything coordinated, so i do have coffee cups that go with my dishware sets (the chinas, the stoneware, and the christmas dishes) but for just “coffee” kinds of things (cake and coffee, or committee meetings or other things like that) i have a most unique collection of coffee mugs. I have christmas mugs (one for each kid and grandkid and then a good number of extras that fit my picky standards), i have tall mugs, short mugs, earthenware mugs, promo mugs, soup mugs.
I love my mugs.
Mostly i collect little things, but I also have an affinity for glass. i have collected bottles of unique shape and color, but gave that up for the lack of display space and storage space. I love to collect glasses, and have cupboards full of unique and mostly unused glasses, mostly in pairs.
But then I came upon coffee mugs. Function, form and fashion. This would be a good way to go!
And so the collection began. First with touristy cups, then with event/commemorative types (i now have a few boxes of those kinds, and have given many away). Then I began to look at function. I like coffee. I like cocoa, I like mugs for soup. I like substance, and i like comfort.
One of the things I most love about a hot mug of something to drink, is wrapping my hand around the mug. But....surprise, surprise, I am picky about how i do that. I have to be able to fit my fingers (a minimum of 3) through the handle and be able to pick the mug up with that hand.
I love to put together a beautiful table, with everything coordinated, so i do have coffee cups that go with my dishware sets (the chinas, the stoneware, and the christmas dishes) but for just “coffee” kinds of things (cake and coffee, or committee meetings or other things like that) i have a most unique collection of coffee mugs. I have christmas mugs (one for each kid and grandkid and then a good number of extras that fit my picky standards), i have tall mugs, short mugs, earthenware mugs, promo mugs, soup mugs.
I love my mugs.
The lost art of sleeping in....
I haven't slept in for a long time.
I used to be able to sleep until 11am or noon if I tried.
These days sleeping in means 8:30 or 9am for really sleeping in, and for just usual sleeping in....its more like 7 or 7:30.
I find that sad.
When i woke this morning, looked at the clock that said 8:45, my first thought was “wow, i really slept in”!
oh for the days of really sleeping in.
Fire and Rain from the album “Sweet Baby James” by James Taylor
I used to be able to sleep until 11am or noon if I tried.
These days sleeping in means 8:30 or 9am for really sleeping in, and for just usual sleeping in....its more like 7 or 7:30.
I find that sad.
When i woke this morning, looked at the clock that said 8:45, my first thought was “wow, i really slept in”!
oh for the days of really sleeping in.
Fire and Rain from the album “Sweet Baby James” by James Taylor
Saturday, January 14, 2006
I Got Tagged
I got tagged by Booklover from Books and Random Thoughts with a meme.
The rules/procedures are as follows: The first player of this game starts with the topic “five weird habits of yourself,” and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says, “You are tagged” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.
I don't like to make other people feel pressured to respond, but if you want to consider yourself tagged, just let me know in comments, and I will come visit your blog.
The rules/procedures are as follows: The first player of this game starts with the topic “five weird habits of yourself,” and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says, “You are tagged” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.
- Okay, five weird habits:
- 1) i am very picky about my food. I love food, I love to cook, and I love to eat out. But food has to be right. If I am eating out, I want to have my food prepared well, i want it to come to the table hot and as ordered. If it is at home, I want it “right”. Little things like butter or what ever bread topping, has to be to the edge of the bread...and hot things hot, cold things cold.
I have never hesitated to return food to the kitchen. - 2) i dont know how to pack light. not traveling or even just leaving the house. i carry a purse packed with things i might need, and often a backpack, brief case and sometimes another bag. I HATE needing something i know i have and not having it accessible
- 3) i circle my writing implement, hovering slightly over the paper, before i begin to write. its only a letter sized circling, but it almost always occurs before i write.
- 4) i actually read the computer manuals from cover to cover, like novels. I do the same thing with cookbooks.
- 5) i am a butter-holic. i love butter (never margarine). i am not quite as bad as my mother, who puts butter on frosted chocolate cake, but there are more things that i will put butter on than not, my favorite holiday cookies are butter cookies, i can not imagine eating lobster without melted butter, most foods are better with butter, and a peanut butter sandwich without butter just is not right, but most other sandwiches are better with Miracle Whip (never mayonnaise).
I don't like to make other people feel pressured to respond, but if you want to consider yourself tagged, just let me know in comments, and I will come visit your blog.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Cross your fingers for me!
I got an interview for the job I applied for. I am excited, and putting it out to the universe.
I know that working for a non-profit organization is not what most people would consider exciting, but for me it could be a dream come true!
I am a bit bouncy. This could finally be things coming together for me job-wise.
Cross your fingers, cross your toes, cross your eyes if ya think it will help.
A week from today first thing in the morning is the interview!
I know that working for a non-profit organization is not what most people would consider exciting, but for me it could be a dream come true!
I am a bit bouncy. This could finally be things coming together for me job-wise.
Cross your fingers, cross your toes, cross your eyes if ya think it will help.
A week from today first thing in the morning is the interview!
Where is winter?
We had temps of 50 degrees yesterday. THIS IS NOT January in Wisconsin weather!!!
I want some snow.....
Of course I was not outside to see the springlike weather, was too busy inside working......but I want the seasons to be what they should be!!
Thanks to all of you who did the Frappr map thing....and to all the folks who have sent emails and comments......I am horribly behind on replying. (and not too current on posting here) no excuses, just apologies.
Gotta take off now to the store....its a Family Game Night at our house and I have to get the munchies to go with it.
I love passing on family traditions to the next generation :)
I want some snow.....
Of course I was not outside to see the springlike weather, was too busy inside working......but I want the seasons to be what they should be!!
Thanks to all of you who did the Frappr map thing....and to all the folks who have sent emails and comments......I am horribly behind on replying. (and not too current on posting here) no excuses, just apologies.
Gotta take off now to the store....its a Family Game Night at our house and I have to get the munchies to go with it.
I love passing on family traditions to the next generation :)
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
A Daunting Task Ahead
I have this facility for jumping in and ending up with a million things on my plate. But, it tends to be because I have the knowledge and experience to if not get it done, at least get it started and moving in the right direction.
This latest one is a biggie. A year ago, I found out a coworker was working with a queer youth group that I had ties (minimal) with. We had opportunity to talk about the ups and downs of volunteerism as well as the whole concept of theatre and commitment and involvement. I told him that I was very interested in working with the group the next season.
Lots of craziness took place this summer, and Proud Theatre was caught in the middle of the firestorm. Fortunately the youth were blissfully unaware of what happened. Unfortunately the whole structure of the organization was jeopardized by the poor management of an outside influence with a deeply personal inside connection. What was left in the end were 2 organizations, each of whom believed they were connected, and each believed it was in a way opposite of the other. The deadly bit was that one organization was the financial agent for the other, and that is where problems began to surface. Cutting to the present.....the youth group is now in the position to either be a part of the bigger organization or to strike out on their own totally. It looks like the way they want to go is on their own, but the mitigating detail is we are really mid-year and mid process. So there are a lot of details to organize. That is where I come in.
My friend is the Artistic Director. His partner is one of the founders and also a playwright, actor and director, the other founders are a beautiful young activist, who is off to college now, and her mom who is just starting a new career and taking time off from PT. We will make the final decision, and form the basic direction. Hopefully there will be more doing the detail work than just me, but the AD really needs to be focusing on the Culminating Performance, this May.
But at least after 6 months we are moving in the right direction.
And the Youth Shall See Visions from the album “Debbie Friedman at Carnegie Hall” by Debbie Friedman
This latest one is a biggie. A year ago, I found out a coworker was working with a queer youth group that I had ties (minimal) with. We had opportunity to talk about the ups and downs of volunteerism as well as the whole concept of theatre and commitment and involvement. I told him that I was very interested in working with the group the next season.
Lots of craziness took place this summer, and Proud Theatre was caught in the middle of the firestorm. Fortunately the youth were blissfully unaware of what happened. Unfortunately the whole structure of the organization was jeopardized by the poor management of an outside influence with a deeply personal inside connection. What was left in the end were 2 organizations, each of whom believed they were connected, and each believed it was in a way opposite of the other. The deadly bit was that one organization was the financial agent for the other, and that is where problems began to surface. Cutting to the present.....the youth group is now in the position to either be a part of the bigger organization or to strike out on their own totally. It looks like the way they want to go is on their own, but the mitigating detail is we are really mid-year and mid process. So there are a lot of details to organize. That is where I come in.
My friend is the Artistic Director. His partner is one of the founders and also a playwright, actor and director, the other founders are a beautiful young activist, who is off to college now, and her mom who is just starting a new career and taking time off from PT. We will make the final decision, and form the basic direction. Hopefully there will be more doing the detail work than just me, but the AD really needs to be focusing on the Culminating Performance, this May.
But at least after 6 months we are moving in the right direction.
And the Youth Shall See Visions from the album “Debbie Friedman at Carnegie Hall” by Debbie Friedman
And the New Year begins
I know....its beyond the time that most people are making their pronouncements on the beginning of the year....but in all reality, nothing has begun again until this week.
In this week I have applied for a dream job (almost....its done, will be delivered tomorrow)
Meeting after meeting begins this week once more. I would not be a whole person without my volunteer involvements, but it would be nice to be at one meeting per month for each of them
There was finally sunshine after 16 days of none. It was glorious.
and so it goes.
Sing from the album “Yesterday Once More (Disc -2)” by The Carpenters
In this week I have applied for a dream job (almost....its done, will be delivered tomorrow)
Meeting after meeting begins this week once more. I would not be a whole person without my volunteer involvements, but it would be nice to be at one meeting per month for each of them
There was finally sunshine after 16 days of none. It was glorious.
and so it goes.
Sing from the album “Yesterday Once More (Disc -2)” by The Carpenters
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Frappr - Show me where YOU are
This is where you go to put a marker on my map and show me where you are!
http://www.frappr.com/artemisdreams
You don't HAVE to leave your name, you can leave a nickname or pen name, your blog name, and please, if you have a blog, leave that site address, so I can return the visit.
You don't have to leave an email address, but if you do, I might just send you a thank you!
This is a grand experiment on my part, and I will leave it at the top of the page for a while to see what happens.
Thanks all.
http://www.frappr.com/artemisdreams
You don't HAVE to leave your name, you can leave a nickname or pen name, your blog name, and please, if you have a blog, leave that site address, so I can return the visit.
You don't have to leave an email address, but if you do, I might just send you a thank you!
This is a grand experiment on my part, and I will leave it at the top of the page for a while to see what happens.
Thanks all.
Strange...weird
A comment on my previous posting just came through from a new blogfriend, and I was reminded of something.
I am quite proud of being different....strange....weird.
When the kids were little, and i was being unique or silly or just off the wall, they would say “momma you are weird” and I would thank them. I was very intent on raising them to understand that being cookie cutter people was not so important...that being individual and unique was special. It was also my hope to take some of the sting out of the “name calling” and “teasing” kids do.
I raised 3 very independent thinkers. They each have the bits of them that is all about conformity, but then there are the parts of them that can actually think, and express thoughts, feelings and beliefs that are not always acceptable to the masses, but that they believe in.
I like the reclaiming words. there are many words used about women that have been twisted from their original meanings, and there are many more that need to have the sting taken out of them.
so, No, Priscilla, there is nothing wrong with being strange!
Take a Look at Me Now by Phil Collins
I am quite proud of being different....strange....weird.
When the kids were little, and i was being unique or silly or just off the wall, they would say “momma you are weird” and I would thank them. I was very intent on raising them to understand that being cookie cutter people was not so important...that being individual and unique was special. It was also my hope to take some of the sting out of the “name calling” and “teasing” kids do.
I raised 3 very independent thinkers. They each have the bits of them that is all about conformity, but then there are the parts of them that can actually think, and express thoughts, feelings and beliefs that are not always acceptable to the masses, but that they believe in.
I like the reclaiming words. there are many words used about women that have been twisted from their original meanings, and there are many more that need to have the sting taken out of them.
so, No, Priscilla, there is nothing wrong with being strange!
Take a Look at Me Now by Phil Collins
SAD
Not the primary emotion, but the health issue of Seasonal Affective Disorder.
It has been gray, damp, not cold enough for snow, but warm enough to melt what was there, and just plain gloomy for 2 weeks.
Not even a smidgen of snow.
I love winter, its my second favorite season. But what I love is a good old fashioned midwest winter. Snow, cold, and sometimes a few days in a row of no sun. Its been a long time since I have seen that.
We had discussed moving to the PNW once upon a time. Beyond the reality of wanting to be close to grandkids, my ultimate reason for not going would be the constant state of gray. I love Seattle. I love the PNW.
But.....i need sunlight to keep me functional
Think SNOW....and then SUNSHINE....wouldja? and then send it my way?
(ps Even the silly little weather pixie in my sidebar has sunshine in her window>
Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx
It has been gray, damp, not cold enough for snow, but warm enough to melt what was there, and just plain gloomy for 2 weeks.
Not even a smidgen of snow.
I love winter, its my second favorite season. But what I love is a good old fashioned midwest winter. Snow, cold, and sometimes a few days in a row of no sun. Its been a long time since I have seen that.
We had discussed moving to the PNW once upon a time. Beyond the reality of wanting to be close to grandkids, my ultimate reason for not going would be the constant state of gray. I love Seattle. I love the PNW.
But.....i need sunlight to keep me functional
Think SNOW....and then SUNSHINE....wouldja? and then send it my way?
(ps Even the silly little weather pixie in my sidebar has sunshine in her window>
Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx
Chenille
Soft, silky, snuggly.
I love chenille.
When they first came out with the chenille throws, I wanted one dearly. My MIL got me a chenille bedspread. She was so proud of herself....but it was cotton chenille, and not “cut”. it just wasn't right.
When I could finally afford something, i got this gorgeous black chenille wrap. I never wear it out, but at home its my comfort wrap, in a flannel nightshirt when the heat is not “up”, or when the air conditioning gets too cold, or just curled in my chair and needing some “snuggly's”.
Yesterday at our weekly (now every other week) board meeting, one of the volunteers who is sporadic in her attendance came to the meeting and proceeded to pull out some yarn and knitting needles. She had 2/3rds of a scarf finished by the meetings end. What caught my attention was the turquoise chenille yarn she was using. It caught my attention. I was also wearing a deep teal/green sweater my mother had given me for christmas....also chenille.
Well my chenille “thing” just blossomed, and today when i left work, i headed to the craft store. walked out with waaaaaaay too much yarn, but I have a deep purple chenille scarf half knitted....its so scrumptious.
I got a little spool knitter for my buglet. she loves to do what I do, and her big sister can crochet, I can knit and crochet, the spool knitter seems like a good way for her to start learning.
the weather has finally turned just a little winterish....its been rainy and wet and in the 40's since Christmas. It has been gray, gray, gray forever.....the last sun was on Christmas Eve.....but today it was actually cold...no sun, but at least it was some change from the constant blah gray. Yes, I suffer from SAD. All of this to justify the need for a little soft, sumptuous snuggly stuff.
I am a strange person.
I love chenille.
When they first came out with the chenille throws, I wanted one dearly. My MIL got me a chenille bedspread. She was so proud of herself....but it was cotton chenille, and not “cut”. it just wasn't right.
When I could finally afford something, i got this gorgeous black chenille wrap. I never wear it out, but at home its my comfort wrap, in a flannel nightshirt when the heat is not “up”, or when the air conditioning gets too cold, or just curled in my chair and needing some “snuggly's”.
Yesterday at our weekly (now every other week) board meeting, one of the volunteers who is sporadic in her attendance came to the meeting and proceeded to pull out some yarn and knitting needles. She had 2/3rds of a scarf finished by the meetings end. What caught my attention was the turquoise chenille yarn she was using. It caught my attention. I was also wearing a deep teal/green sweater my mother had given me for christmas....also chenille.
Well my chenille “thing” just blossomed, and today when i left work, i headed to the craft store. walked out with waaaaaaay too much yarn, but I have a deep purple chenille scarf half knitted....its so scrumptious.
I got a little spool knitter for my buglet. she loves to do what I do, and her big sister can crochet, I can knit and crochet, the spool knitter seems like a good way for her to start learning.
the weather has finally turned just a little winterish....its been rainy and wet and in the 40's since Christmas. It has been gray, gray, gray forever.....the last sun was on Christmas Eve.....but today it was actually cold...no sun, but at least it was some change from the constant blah gray. Yes, I suffer from SAD. All of this to justify the need for a little soft, sumptuous snuggly stuff.
I am a strange person.
Out of thin air
Comes an opportunity.
The local Rape Crisis group is looking for a volunteer coordinator. Just up my alley. Resume is at the ready. I have a bit of odd feelings about jumping ship with the group I am with now, since they just extended my contract through April, but I also know that too much of the work that is happening now is “make work”, too much is about victim mentality and not about empowering survivors.
But I can't assume I will get the job. Life is never that easy. So I have updated my resume, and will have to write a killer cover letter.
If it is right it will happen, right?
The local Rape Crisis group is looking for a volunteer coordinator. Just up my alley. Resume is at the ready. I have a bit of odd feelings about jumping ship with the group I am with now, since they just extended my contract through April, but I also know that too much of the work that is happening now is “make work”, too much is about victim mentality and not about empowering survivors.
But I can't assume I will get the job. Life is never that easy. So I have updated my resume, and will have to write a killer cover letter.
If it is right it will happen, right?
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
I am past my prime today
every once in a while, i feel older than my years. today is one of those days.
i am just wiped out. and its not like i have done anything spectacular for the last two days...make that 3 days.
I know i pushed past all logical limits this weekend, but sunday, i did nothing but doze all day and night. yesterday, all i did all day was veg on the sofa. today the grand expenditure of energy has been to shower, and make a pot of pea soup. Oh and I redesigned the blog. Not rigorous, but i am exhausted.
damn. this getting older thing is a pain in the ass. I can still get major events going. I can still pull my load, I can still go the distance, but the rebound is just crappy. 3 days?? good grief.
i know that i pushed myself to the max for the last two weeks, but I have always done that. Lucky for me, I could take the day off. I should have been working from home, but I just didn't have what it takes. Thank goodness I do not have to answer to the corporate weenies anymore. Although it does seem a bit strange to have no one to “call in” to....one of the advantages to being an independent contractor.
that said, and i'm gonna take a break. i'm tired.
Baby Come to Me from the album “Forever More (Love Songs, Hits & Duets)” by James Ingram
i am just wiped out. and its not like i have done anything spectacular for the last two days...make that 3 days.
I know i pushed past all logical limits this weekend, but sunday, i did nothing but doze all day and night. yesterday, all i did all day was veg on the sofa. today the grand expenditure of energy has been to shower, and make a pot of pea soup. Oh and I redesigned the blog. Not rigorous, but i am exhausted.
damn. this getting older thing is a pain in the ass. I can still get major events going. I can still pull my load, I can still go the distance, but the rebound is just crappy. 3 days?? good grief.
i know that i pushed myself to the max for the last two weeks, but I have always done that. Lucky for me, I could take the day off. I should have been working from home, but I just didn't have what it takes. Thank goodness I do not have to answer to the corporate weenies anymore. Although it does seem a bit strange to have no one to “call in” to....one of the advantages to being an independent contractor.
that said, and i'm gonna take a break. i'm tired.
Baby Come to Me from the album “Forever More (Love Songs, Hits & Duets)” by James Ingram
Monday, January 02, 2006
Well...this is the beginning of something new
I am not sure whether or not it will stay this way but its the first attempt of the day.
ecto wont let me put the header attempt onto the page, so i will have to try with blogger itself.
I have another option out there, check out: Artemis Dreams
The typepad version is a for pay one, but i like some of the options. it isnt quite as configurable as this, but i like its basics.
PLEASE - comments, critical or nice on any or all of it. I am just trying to figure out how and where to go with this.
Here is the blogger header I came up with...input on this would be good too.
ecto wont let me put the header attempt onto the page, so i will have to try with blogger itself.
I have another option out there, check out: Artemis Dreams
The typepad version is a for pay one, but i like some of the options. it isnt quite as configurable as this, but i like its basics.
PLEASE - comments, critical or nice on any or all of it. I am just trying to figure out how and where to go with this.
Here is the blogger header I came up with...input on this would be good too.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
The Party's Over Now
The last Pink Party is on the shelf. After 2 days of decorating, and way too many hours of keeping things moving the ways they should be, its over. I will have my own New Year's celebration back!
I am just not a partier...never really have been. Giving up the week in between the holidays for the last 3 years and New Year's Eve itself to the grand party, has not been particularly enjoyable, but each party has had a few special moments (including me being the cover photo, top of the fold of the Saturday newspaper, doing decorations for the this the final pink party)
This year the moments have to do with the Blonde child. She and her hub and all the kids came to the party.They looked precious. SIL had found a bright pink Hawiian shirt, the little man was dressed to kill, the girls all had new dresses and looked gorgeous, and only M'ey looked like a schlump....but thats normal for 16yo boys. The kids had a blast with all the festivity, seeing their favorite “Uncles” in and out of drag. Their highlight was the drag show, even the buglet getting into things bringing her uncle Alexis a tip and braving some spotlight herself.
Seeing them all there having fun with us helped a womon only recently out realize that her children could still be a part of her life, and that made me feel good.
The other funny moment was watching my daughters reaction to seeing her mother, adult to adult. at one point in the evening I was waiting in line for a drink (still just soda...a real drink would have done me in) standing with SIL who was thirsty too, and friend HarryBear, and a good song came on, so I started to dance. Picture: full length velvet dress, gold glitter float jacket, hair full of sparkle glitter, make up and jewelry befitting the outfit, and in charge (at least of my parts of the event). Now my kids have seen me dress up, and even high glitz, but seldom have they seen me party that way. As I was dancing, the Blonde kid comes up behind me and freaks out....cant believe its me dancing like that. LOL Time for the little girl to grow up and realize that mom is a real person, not just a mom and grandma.
The party continued, ended and all the $$ was counted, decorations taken down. We rented the “cash counting” room, and after a quick drink at a downtown gay bar (and party sponsor) we crashed at the hotel for a few hours. Dragged ourselves home and unloaded all the boxes and “stuff” and I have spent the day on the couch, dozing, sleeping, lazing, and aching.
Tomorrow is a day off too...thank the goddess. I would like to make some changes on the look of the blog tomorrow, so stay tuned!
I am just not a partier...never really have been. Giving up the week in between the holidays for the last 3 years and New Year's Eve itself to the grand party, has not been particularly enjoyable, but each party has had a few special moments (including me being the cover photo, top of the fold of the Saturday newspaper, doing decorations for the this the final pink party)
This year the moments have to do with the Blonde child. She and her hub and all the kids came to the party.They looked precious. SIL had found a bright pink Hawiian shirt, the little man was dressed to kill, the girls all had new dresses and looked gorgeous, and only M'ey looked like a schlump....but thats normal for 16yo boys. The kids had a blast with all the festivity, seeing their favorite “Uncles” in and out of drag. Their highlight was the drag show, even the buglet getting into things bringing her uncle Alexis a tip and braving some spotlight herself.
Seeing them all there having fun with us helped a womon only recently out realize that her children could still be a part of her life, and that made me feel good.
The other funny moment was watching my daughters reaction to seeing her mother, adult to adult. at one point in the evening I was waiting in line for a drink (still just soda...a real drink would have done me in) standing with SIL who was thirsty too, and friend HarryBear, and a good song came on, so I started to dance. Picture: full length velvet dress, gold glitter float jacket, hair full of sparkle glitter, make up and jewelry befitting the outfit, and in charge (at least of my parts of the event). Now my kids have seen me dress up, and even high glitz, but seldom have they seen me party that way. As I was dancing, the Blonde kid comes up behind me and freaks out....cant believe its me dancing like that. LOL Time for the little girl to grow up and realize that mom is a real person, not just a mom and grandma.
The party continued, ended and all the $$ was counted, decorations taken down. We rented the “cash counting” room, and after a quick drink at a downtown gay bar (and party sponsor) we crashed at the hotel for a few hours. Dragged ourselves home and unloaded all the boxes and “stuff” and I have spent the day on the couch, dozing, sleeping, lazing, and aching.
Tomorrow is a day off too...thank the goddess. I would like to make some changes on the look of the blog tomorrow, so stay tuned!
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