Sturm und drang. So throw me a donut.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Hiatus is over

It wasn't a conscious decision...more of a roll-with-the-punches kind of vacation. So, it's time to start blogging on a regular basis, which means getting off my ass and writing with a purpose. Ready?!

Friday, August 2, 2013

More subliminal musings...

Another great list of words from lunanina.  If you haven't tried this word game, do it!

I say ... and you think ... ?
  1. Packing :: I will never pack and move again...I will however have a fire and "lose" all but my most important belongings.
  2. Rent :: That's what I do. I'm not owning a house for a good, long while.
  3. Inspire :: Those things I want to do, read, see, hear and experience over and over again.
  4. Anti-social :: Me.
  5. Common :: All sorts of "common" flowers are really beautiful if you give them a chance.
  6. Repeats :: When I forget what I just said.
  7. Dracula :: An apt name for the some of the people in business and politics who believe that most of us have too much and really don't need what we have so just have us pay more taxes to make up for all the tax loopholes and tax breaks.
  8. Cross :: Criss
  9. Short sighted :: Either an idiot or someone who needs glasses. You choose.
  10. Corrupt :: A great way to describe someone who isn't doing what you *think* they should do. /sarcasm.

How Many Days?

School starts in 24 days. God help me. I can't wait to get my youngest kid out of the house and back to school...but it means *I* start back to work, too. Sigh. I'm glad I have a job, but I really love being at home. I get to sleep in (sometimes...when no one needs a ride to work because they didn't get up early enough to WALK to work which is why they got a job close by), I get to stay up late watching movies, I can go swimming in the pool at midnight (as long as security hasn't locked the gates which seems to happen only on weekends - thank you college students in the apartment complex), and I can drink enough coffee to stay up until 4 a.m. to listen to Coast to Coast with George Noory and laugh myself silly.

We have visitors until Thursday. They are here to see my kids...friends of theirs from the last town we lived in. Five days too long, IMHO. I'm not a good house guest and I'm an even worse hostess. They are staying in a hotel, but that means I get to look forward to people knocking on my door every damn morning. See?! I keep having this dream that I go to a retreat of some sort for six months and no one talks to me. And then I wake up. South Texas is a long way from my imaginary retreat in the mountains somewhere up north. And by north, I mean Rocky Mountains-British Columbia north.

My in-laws are supposed to planning a trip to see us next March for our spring break. They are trying to decide a) how to travel down here and b) where to stay. I think they should a) take the train down and fly home because that's what my mother-in-law wants and they aren't getting any younger and b) they need to stay in a nice hotel right downtown to see the River Walk and all the touristy stuff without having to wait for someone to drive them around. If only it was this easy. After three months, they still can't make decisions because a) my father-in-law doesn't want to spend FOUR DAYS on a train with NOTHING TO DO and b) he doesn't want to spend more than $60 a night on a hotel. Trust me, they can easily afford this trip. I've sent them links and information and pamphlets and stuff to help...but oh my lord there is too much to be mulled over until it feels like they are beating a dead horse. So. Here's to seeing them next spring :)

And, I can't seem to remember to TILT. I'll have to get that on my calendar. It's good for me. I tend to be broody and bitchy and all that happy shit so I need to focus on the good things, too. But you won't catch me being all happy and shit. But this picture does make me happy...

Thursday, July 25, 2013

TILT for the first time in a loooong time!

Things I Love Thursday - TILT - is a way to give thanks for the good things in life. And a way to ferret out those positive things that get lost in all the angst. It's simple.

I Love:

My pool. I live in an apartment complex, so someone else takes care of the pool. There are trees around it so it's private and cool in the evenings.

The breeze. There was a breeze for a little while today. I really miss the wind. I love the sound of it in the trees, rushing around the corner of the house, and messing up my hair.

One year of peace. Although we are struggling through state tests to keep our jobs (which I'm sure we'll pass...but still...TESTS) this past year has been pretty nice. No one calls our phones unless they know us and want to talk to us. Weekends are free of obligations. We rarely bring home any work because it all gets done at work.

We met a new couple at the pool. She was an arborist, now retired, and her partner is still working. They are nice, intelligent, and hate the state governor as much as we do. Well, hate might be too strong of a word...Loathe? Dislike? Oh, what the hell; hate it is. The cool thing is, we could talk with them for hours. We'll have to have them over for dinner.

I can apply for jobs. For realz. I have skillz and a degree and shit. Getting a new job is another story, but OPTIONS are a new and wonderful thing.

Breaking Bad is starting again soon. Just thought I'd throw that out there. I am d.y.i.n.g. to see what happens. I really want Walt to win. Deep down, I think I could make choices like that, too. I have a secret list of things to do if I ever find out I'm terminally ill and I have decades of rage to fuel me. I love stories that give people the chance to break out of the ordinary and do something extraordinary.

Anthony Weiner. The gift that keeps on giving to comedians. And such an unfortunate last name. Or maybe it's appropriate. Let's see if he gets the votes for mayor of NYC.

And, it's payday. Who doesn't love payday?!

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Junk Food for Dinner

Take in the simple beauty that was my dinner yesterday:


This is my dinner today in celebration of National Hotdog Day. Notice the artistic presentation of food and tableware, perched on my cheap stove, so that I can continue to cook tasty tidbits for my family. I chose a lower-carb combination of classic American food by eating the haute dogs without the customary buns (plus, it's 150 degrees outside, with the humidity hovering somewhere around "instantly drown if you take a deep breath" so I'm not going to the grocery store to buy the damn buns). The mystery meat cost me $.88 for the package, breaking down to $.11 per haute dog. The potato salad was specially made in a factory somewhere in Texas, no doubt by migrant labor that Republicans tell us are taking jobs away from law abiding citizens, but the price was GREAT. That little blob of mustard-y, potato-y goodness cost me about $.15. I anticipate that if I eat this kind of food once per day for the rest of my life, I will live to be 120 years old as I preserve myself from the inside out with all the additives and chemicals. Better health through better chemistry!

Sometimes, I just want to eat junk.


Thursday, July 4, 2013

Happy 4th of July!

No matter how tattered or worn, this flag represents the idea of a place where people can work toward a better future for themselves and their families. Remember all those who made a gift of this place to us and let's pay it forward.
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Monday, July 1, 2013

I love this game...

I've missed this game for several weeks I'm catching up. You can catch up at LunaNina and play this game too!

I say ... and you think ... ?

1.  Pillow :: What I should have under my head as I'm sleeping...but instead I'm sitting straight up in bed because my husband is awake and mad at me. Well, not awake in the normal sense, but rather "awake" as in his eyes were open but no one was home.

He woke me up by grabbing my arm and said "I just had the weirdest dream. You left me because I decided to go into politics and run for office cuz someone has to beat Rick Perry."
I said, "Couldn't you just beat him with a stick?"
He said, "You were mad at me because I needed $1,000 to run for office."
I said, "I'm mad at you for NOT. BEING. ASLEEP." 

 He takes sleep meds for his insomnia, and the little blue pill kicked in HARD last night. After I rolled over and stopped talking to him, he started mumbling about how we needed to start raising money because someone has to get that s.o.b. out of office and we need to form an action committee and I need to have a platform...

 God almighty. I couldn't get back to sleep until Mr. Mumbles stopped making evil plans to take over the world.

2.  Calendar :: That thing I hang up on my wall every January and then promptly forget to turn at the end of each month. I really love winter, so maybe I'm subliminally willing winter to stay until June.

3.  Melissa ::  Third grade. I think that's the last time I knew a Melissa.

4.  Notebook ::  The. Nicholas Sparks movies are my guilty pleasure! I only watch them when no one is at home.

 5.  Circumstance :: That thing which, although invisible and subject to interpretation, foils some of my best laid plans. Like today: It was supposed to be 94 degrees, but just as we were leaving to go swimming in the river, the clouds rolled in and the temperature dropped to 82 degrees. I have acclimated surprisingly well to hot weather, so I was chilly at 82 degrees as soon as the slightest breeze began to blow. Jesus, take me now. I have it written into my living will that if I involuntarily turn into a Southerner and cannot tolerate temperatures below 75 degrees (because I'm certainly NOT doing it on purpose) the plug must be pulled forthwith.

6.  Technical :: That part of my degree which makes it practical: English - Technical Writing.

7.  Bracket :: I have four wind chimes hanging from old plant brackets on my deck. It's the only thing I've done to decorate outside.

8.  Horror :: Movies. Are there any other kind?! The Chiller Channel is a work of art. I remember, somewhere around 1980, when my sister and I were camped out in the living room after midnight to watch Salem's Lot on TV. We were living in an apartment with wasp paper for walls and our neighbor heard the movie from our tv loud and clear. During a really scary part, he snuck up to our front door and pounded on it just as Mr. Barlow bared his fangs and pounced on some poor sucker and killed him. I've never been the same since.

9.  Pink :: My least favorite color.

10. Polish :: Sausage. My mother went through a phase where we had to have polish sausage and sauerkraut for dinner once a week. I hated it. I hated everything about it. I ate one bite to keep her happy and then glowered at my dinner plate for the rest of the meal. One night, mom got mad and lectured me about eating the sausage, while at the same time she was trying to squeeze some mustard out of the French's Mustard bottle onto her dinner plate. There must have been a chunk of dried mustard stuck in the spout because no matter how hard she shook that bottle and squeezed it, nothing came out. Mom gave the bottle one last mighty shake and squeeze, which popped off the entire lid, and a good half cup of mustard splashed down on her plate and spattered all over her chest and face like a Pollock painting.