Last night we indulged in one of the great joys of South St. Paul. Wongs take-out. There is no better! A meal of egg rolls, general's chicken, barbecued pork and broccoli, and of course the requisite pork fried rice.
Wong's is the master. And they are practically across the street. I think their presence alone raises my home value..................
If you have not yet experienced the wonder that is Wong's you must come visit. No matter how far away you live it will have been worth the trip. In fact, you may never leave............I think there is a cute little white cottage down the street from us that is for sale. :-)
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Last night we indulged in one of the great joys of South St. Paul. Wongs take-out. There is no better! A meal of egg rolls, general's chicken, barbecued pork and broccoli, and of course the requisite pork fried rice.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Ahhh, the after Christmas lull so to speak. We build ourselves into a frenzy and then whoosh, it's all over. Sigh, relax, and get ready to do it all again next year :-)
It was a marvelous Christmas though. I had an early celebration with my family in California which meant the world to me. Then we had a wonderful Christmas day at my in-laws.
Highlights of Holiday 2005:
1. Finding a cologne for my Aunt that has been discontinued since the 70's. They remade it through a catalog company and I sent her a bottle. She was tickled to say the least.
2. Being with my Aunt and Uncle, Mom and Dad right before Christmas.
3. Getting a 2 inch thick camping mattress from my husband (once it's inflated of course) Yippee! No rocks in the back!
4. Getting grown-up clothes from my in-laws. Now I have something to wear to my luncheon with the CEO. I am far too much of a business casual person for the corporate world.
5. Getting not one but TWO faerie tops. A tank top and a t-shirt.
6. The fresh new bottle of Bailey's that I broke in over the weekend.
7. Curling up on Christmas morning with Sophie in my lap and reading The Jester.
8. Ham dinner
9. Ham leftovers
10. A white Christmas
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Gifts that keep on giving all year:
My husband - he makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside (which is especially helpful in winter time)
My dad - for his calls from the park just to say hi
My mom - for her never ending thoughtfulness
MikerZZ - for making me laugh
Jessica - for being a great friend and bailbondsman
Sarah and Fred - for being my mall buddies
Jer - for being himself
Will - for giving me something to look forward to every other Thursday night
Greg - for fun chats on Thursdays
Heather - for inspiring me to listen to my muse
Marc and Elizabeth - For being the theater of my heart
Aunt Betty and Uncle Phil - for being the voice in my head
Sophie - for her undying devotion and love - Sophie Smiles
Max - for being my best friend on four legs
Soc's - for reminding me that life is more precious than furniture
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Ahhh, California. I have just returned from a week+ stay in the great sunny state. And let me tell you, I have become spoiled in God's country. I feel like the Indian in the old commercials about litter where he just looks out at the destruction of nature and a tear runs down his cheek. Yep, that was me for 8 days. I am appalled at what has been done to that state. The home I knew so many years ago is gone. And in its place is a fake plastic overcrowded mess. I get claustrophobic just being there, and I feel the need to tear at my throat to get air to breath. I know that things change, but dang. Sometimes you really can't go home again........
Aside from the tears on my cheek I had a wonderful visit with my family. It was so good to see them. To laugh, talk about the old days, and just enjoy each other. I truly valued my time with them. We don't get enough time with our families. It's never enough.......
Now I am home again. The snow blankets the cities and it truly feels like Christmas. I love Minnesota. It's good to be home..............
Monday, December 12, 2005
Yep, it's a garage! Maybe someday soon it can have cars in it too! There is a snowstorm headed our way on Wednesday. Wouldn't it be nice to not have to shovel the car out from the street? And not get towed! And not get ticketed!
Thursday, December 08, 2005
It's been an interesting 12 hours.
We got home from work last night and pulled up farther in front of our house than normal. We were also one car short of our usual line-up. Stolen? No, not that lucky. Actually the city towed it on us for failure to move it for a certain amount of time. And that's cause WE CAN'T - see previous blogs on our currently being constructed garage. In other words you're da**** if you do and da**** if you don't.
Well, last night was also mall night with Sarah and Fred. So, off I went. A little late, but I still got to go. And we had a marvelous time. Sarah needed to find a dress for a formal event. And did we find the perfect gown for her. She looks amazing. I almost cried she looked so good. Even the wonderfully helpful sales clerk at Bloomingdales was excited for her. It truly looked magnificent! I told Sarah it was the equivalent of finding THE wedding dress. It's just magical.
So, now it's Thursday morning. Off we go to spring the truck from jail. Which means we are late to work. Which is okay, it went smoothly. No big deal. And we do have the truck back :-)
Thank You Jerry for letting us squat at your car port :-)
Then this morning my cell phone rings. It's my mom. My uncle, who was married in October, lost his new wife to a brain aneurysm. She collapsed after dinner Tuesday.
And because I'm not quite done on the emotional rollercoaster I read my friends blog and find out that her dog died. We were roomies many years ago and I just loved that dog. She was also Max's first dog friend. I adopted Max while she and I were roommates. Malia and Max were very good friends and had loads of fun together.
So, there you have it, 1 missing car, 1 fabulous dress, and two funerals.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Ok, not really, but I'm currently obsessed with a book a friend gave to me (Thanks so much Bruce). It is #13 in the William Monk novels. It's called Death of a Stranger and the author is Anne Perry.
After 12 novels we finally learn about Monk's past. He was in an accident and book #1 starts with him waking up in a hospital not knowing who he is. He gets tiny bits and pieces back in a few of the books but nothing truly enlightening. This one is supposed to reveal all.
So, needless to say I can't stop reading. And I wish I didn't have to work today. It's snowing outside. How much I would love to be at home, curled up on the couch, under my big comforter, Sophie sound asleep in my lap, classical music on the radio and a steaming cup of coffee on the table. Ahhhhh to read all day!
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
|Your Personality Profile|
You are dreamy, peaceful, and young at heart.
Optimistic and caring, you tend to see the best in people.
You tend to be always smiling - and making others smile.
You are shy and intelligent... and a very hard worker.
You're also funny, but many people don't see your funny side.
Your subtle dry humor leaves your close friends in stitches.
|Your Birthdate: August 19|
You are resilient, and no doubt your resilience has already been tested.
You've had some difficult experiences in your life, but you are wise from them.
Having had to grow up quickly, you tend to discount the advice of others.
You tend to be a loner, having learned that the only person you can depend on is yourself.
Your strength: Well developed stability and confidence
Your weakness: Suspicion of others
Your power color: Eggplant
Your power symbol: Spade
Your power month: October
|The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic|
Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few.
But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky.
Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski
Monday, November 28, 2005
So I sum up:
Gave up temporarily on reading Freddy and Fredericka. As my dad pointed out - life is to short to waste on a bad book. It's not bad - it's quite funny, but something about it doesn't make me anxious to read.
Finished: Little Girl Lost by Richard Aleas - one of the Hard Case Crime stories.
Currently reading: Top of the Heap by Erle Stanley Gardner - also a Hard Case Crime Story.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Ahhhhh consumerism. Only $11.99 jeans and 60% off flannel sheet sets could get me up at 4:40 in the morning. Well, that and having some bonding time with my sisters and mother -in- law.
What began on two flakes of snow and sheer will power actually turned out to be a pretty fun day.
I arrived at the in-laws promptly at 5:20. We then drove to pick up sister #2 who (and yes, she is a saint) was just coming home from having done the paper route. (Ahh, getting up at 2 am has got to be fun). We then went over to Kohls. And the flakes have increased to a little dusting coming from the sky - and starting to stick a little.
So, with lines that wrap 1/2 way around the store (but hats off to them for a VERY organized system of getting folks through the registers) we preceded to purchase lots of deals - jeans, flannel bedding, towels, toys, pajamas, etc. Check out whizzed by despite the population of a small nation waiting in line. Again, I bow to the management at Kohls for exceptional organization.
Next up: Caribou for coffee. Theresa dropped Beth and I off to get coffee while she and mom waited in the car. We ordered and received in rapid time our coffees and ran back outside (Please note it is still pitch black and now all out snowing). Up pulls the car and we get in. But shock! And with great embarrassment we realize we have jumped into the wrong car. (I did mention pitch black and snowing right?) So, with great apology we bowed out of the car and frantically searched for the correct automobile. Ah - there they are frantically waving their arms. Dashing with heads down in shame we precede to the correct automobile. Once we stop laughing and calm down mom who was in fear that we had been kidnapped we head off to location #2. Circuit City.
Busy - no parking spots - and snow furiously coming down. We grab the items we need and head for store #3. (Circuit City earns an okay - not too painful review - well staffed with all registers chugging)
Store #3 is Marshall Fields - we purchase a few things. They have been sold out of the major door busters since 6:30. Sigh...............But nothing we can't live without.
Store #4 - Herbergers. Great deals! Horrible lines - and mistakes at the register. OK - it's the day after Thanksgiving, these kids at the register have been here since 4 am. I'm not going to throw a fit. Not a happy as pie experience but what do you expect?
With snow piling up, walkways slick as ice, and road conditions rapidly deteriorating we head for home. We have filled the trunk and have bags on our laps. Our morning was a success.
And let me tell you, leftover turkey at 11:00 in the morning never tasted so good :-)
The drive back home for me was a little icky, but slow and steady gets you home safe. Michael had just recently got up and we enjoyed a pleasurable day together. (is it sad that I had been up 8 hours just when he was falling out of bed?)
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
And there were walls and I saw that they were good. Sorry, no pictures but our contractor was out till 9 last night putting up walls, and a back door, and windows even! It was so exciting!
He also thought Max was the calm one..............hmmmmmm I guess Sophie is more broken then we thought :-)
We also brought Kevin a full plate of lasagna, french bread, and hot cocoa. I have a feeling if they do more work today it may be around dinner time :-) Which is fine. I was planning on making a big pot of spaghetti with olive oil pesto and prosciutto. Darn tasty stuff...............if I say so myself.
Let the holiday feasting begin! Wishing everyone a wonderful Thanksgiving. And a fabulous shopping Friday.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Most weekends are way too short. You get up Monday and you wonder what the heck happened to your two days off.
Pleasantly this was not the case. Maybe it's because winter is coming and I feel less obligated to do yard work and stuff. But whatever it is, I like it.
Saturday was a lazy day. Clean the house a little, finish Shantaram and start a new book - Freddy and Fredericka by Mark Helprin. Then head off to a friends house in BFE Wisconsin for a party. She has a beautiful home in the middle of nowhere. I wouldn't mind it at all. But I'd be a little worried about the crazy maniac drivers on country roads. No wonder the majority of vehicle deaths are not in the twin cities. These people act like they are on their own rubber bumper sided Autobahn. Dang.
After the party I stopped at Michael's for some sale items I could use for making jewelry. (one more show to go this year) And I had to look at DSW. And I had to buy some shoes. But wait, please let me explain for those who think I already have WAY too many shoes: I have loved this cute pair of sandals for a long time but I wasn't willing to pay the $$ for em. Well, seeing as it's 20 degrees outside and the demand for sandals are down they put them in the 70% off section. So darned if they didn't cost me 10.47. And to go along with them I got a pair or Keds for 11.00.
How can you beat that? Or, how can your refuse that? I can't get them at target that cheap. Even Michael said the sandals were cute. What guy can refuse sexy 4 inch heels? He didn't even give me a sigh and a head shake.
Sunday was also relaxing. We cleaned up some more, vacuumed up the giant doggie tumbleweeds blowing around the living room and dining room. Cleaned off the coffee table, and dining room table. Then I made some jewelry. I ordered some beautiful faceted stones so I made some pieces with those. I also got some new bells that I made into earrings for the holidays. They have sold well at my previous shows so I wanted to make sure I had stock for the next show seeing as I previously sold out and wouldn't have had any to bring.
Also watched a little football, another excellent and funny Simpsons, and we watched the season finale of Rome. Most excellent, not surprising on one end but devastating bummer on the other. They killed off two characters. One - well, historically they had to. But the other character, it was a surprise and bummer that they axed the character.
|How You Life Your Life|
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Every door is a portal leading through time as well as space. The same doorway that leads us into and out of a room also leads us into the past of the room and its ceaselessly unfolding future. People knew that once, deep within the urmind, the ur-imagination. You can still find those who decorate doorways, and reverently salute them, in every culture, from Ireland to Japan. I stepped up one, two steps, and reached out with my right hand to touch the doorjamb and then touch my chest, over the heart, in a salaam to fate and a homage to the dead friends and enemies who entered with me.
The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling, and sewn with rebus threads. Most of the time, the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on. But everything has its cause and its meaning. Every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has its reason and significance: its beginning, and the part it plays in the end. Sometimes, we do see. Sometimes, we see the past so clearly, and read the legend of its parts with such acuity, that every stitch of time reveals its purpose, and a kind of message is enfolded in it. Nothing in any life, no matter how well or poorly lived, is wiser than failure or clearer than sorrow. And in the tiny precious wisdom that they give to us, even those dread and hated enemies, suffering and failure, have their reason and their right to be.
Every human heartbeat is a universe of possibilities
The truth is that, no matter what kind of game you find yourself in, no matter how good or bad the luck, you can change your life completely with a single thought or a single act of love.
And the closing lines:
For this is what we do. Put one foot forward and then the other. Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world once more. Think. Act. Feel. Add our little consequence to the tides of good and evil that flood and drain the world. Drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night. Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day. With love: the passionate search for a truth other than our own. With longing: the pure ineffable yearning to be saved. For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on. God help us. God forgive us. We live on.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Well, I'm not sure how to do this but I will assume since Heather tagged me that means I have to answer the topic. (I'm just learning the blogger world and I'm a little bit dim)
So the 5 women that most inspired me:
Mom - She did after all bring me into this world. Is the kindest and most generous woman I know, plus, she makes me slippers and scarves, and blouses, and sweaters, and blankets, and the list goes on.
Aunt Betty - Who along with Uncle Phil taught me photography before I could walk, the beauty of the outdoors, and how and what to eat. In fact when Michael and I visit them they will say things or do things that causes a giant lightbulb to go off over his head as it dawns on him where I got the habits I have. And you literally can see the lightbulb flash. It's so funny when it happens.
Sophie - not technically a woman, but a female influence non the less. Because she loves me with her whole heart. Follows me everywhere, keeps my lap warm while I read and she reminds me everyday that life is about who is in our lives not what.
Heather - without her I wouldn't know my husband and I wouldn't be beading.
Jessica - The person that promises to get me out of jail at 3 am unless of course she is in there with me. In that case we would probably call Lisa.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Living on earth is expensive but it does include a free trip around the sun.
Birthdays are good for you: the more you have the longer you live
How long a minute is depends on what side of the bathroom door you're on
A personal favorite:
If ignorance is bliss, why aren't more people happy?
Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us.
You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.
Don't cry because its over; smile because it happened.
We could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colors.....but they all have to learn to live in the same box.
A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
Happiness comes through doors you didn’t even know you left open.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Yes, it's from Shantaram again. But this quote applies to today. And would have been really good to share with people over the past couple of years.
“Fanaticism is the opposite of love,” I said, recalling one of Khaderbhai’s lectures. “A wise man once told me – he’s a Muslim, by the way – that he has more in common with a rational, reasonable-minded Jew than he does with a fanatic from his own religion. He has more in common with a rational, reasonable-minded Christian or Buddhist or Hindu than he does with a fanatic from his own religion. In fact, he has more in common with a rational, reasonable-minded atheist than he does with a fanatic from his own religion. I agree with him, and I feel the same way. I also agree with Winston Churchill, who once defined a fanatic as someone who won’t change his mind and can’t change the subject.”
Well, we have certainly been spoiled here in God's country. The fall seemed to go on and on and on. It has been amazing. Chilly, but sunny. With highs reaching the 50's and 60's. Gorgeous perfect fall weather. And then.........................
Wham! The lion of winter pounced! And boy did he growl. We got rain, that turned to snow as the temps dropped. The snow turned to ice and the great and powerful NorthWind has been a'blow'n. And as one person said in the elevator this morning - "remind me why I live here?"
And we all said "Cause it's God's country"
"Oh yeah, he said, I almost forgot."
But the Lion of winter brings with him cozy sweaters, warm nights snuggled under blankets, hot chocolate, ice rinks, snowmen, and happy puppies frolicking in the snow. And it means the holidays, and family the way they should be. Snowdrifts outside and warm happy conversations inside. Spiced cider, fresh baked bread, lasagna, tomato soup and grilled cheese.
Forget the locks being frozen and the car doors not opening. That's what new garages half built alleviate.
This is God's country!
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
So many books, so little time.
It's a good thing winter is coming. I recently updated my wish list of books to read. I had to put it in excel format since Barnes and Noble only allows you 25. And..........drum roll please......................I have 204 books on my list. So, I say again, Oy Vey!
Thanks to my loving father who got me a subscription to Pages Magazine I probably added 50 to the list today. Inevitably I check out the latest book from an author only to discover they have 5 or 6 other's that sound interesting. Don't get me wrong, I view this as a wonderful thing. Books are my life's enjoyment so the more the merrier. And if you don't get it and you like to read, treat yourself to a subscription. It's marvelous!
Recent additions include:
Case Histories by Kate Atkinson -(An author who's entire collection I added to my list)
The Angel of Forgetfulness by Steve Stern
The Lost Painting by Jonathan Harr
Pest Control by Bill Fitzhugh - (Another author who's entire collection was added)
The Mercy of Thin Air by Ronlyn Domingue
Head Case by Peter Helton
Tokyo Suckerpunch by Isaac Adamson (The first in a series of 4 books)
Then She Found Me by Elinor Lipman (another multiple add)
The City of Falling Angels by John Berendt
All the Fishes Come Home to Roost by Rachel Manija Brown
His Dark Materials (a trilogy) by Philip Pullman
Monday, November 14, 2005
As often as possible this weekend I read more of Shantaram. I had sent my dad a few excerpts from the book and he had to pick up a copy for himself. He is in love with the book too. And he was only on page 6 when we talked.
I can't share the latest passage with you that struck me because it would give away important moments in the story. But I must say I have never read a more heart wrenching paragraph in my life. I sat and cried for a while. I had to put the book down and find something else to do. I have reread the lines several times and this morning it brought more tears to my eyes. It's almost crazy how much this book has affected me. What an unexpected gift this book has been. If I knew my friends would read it I would buy everyone this book for Christmas. And I have never before read a book that I felt was so staggeringly beautiful that I wanted to share it with anyone and everyone.
We are up to 8+ residents of the Ladybug hotel. I added sugar in the raw for them and they seem to like it. On Saturday we put together our new Ikea china hutch and rescued 3 of the newest squatters from certain peril. The little guys were banging their little bodies into the kitchen light globe. It was odd that they all chose to do it at once since that light is on pretty regularly but for some reason they were abnormally active Saturday night. It was fun to try to catch them. And challenging since we had a big piece of furniture in various states of assembly in the middle of the room.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Sooner or later, fate puts us together with all the people, one by one, who show us what we could, and shouldn't, let ourselves become. Sooner or later we meet the drunkard, the waster, the betrayer, the ruthless mind, and the hate-filled heart. But fate loads the dice, of course, because we usually find ourselves loving or pitying almost all of those people. And it's impossible to despise someone you honestly pity, and to shun someone you truly love. I sat beside Khaled in the darkness as the taxi took us to the business of crime. I sat beside him in the drift of coloured shadows, loving the honesty and toughness in him, and pitying the hatreds that weakened him and lied to him. And his face, reflected sometimes in the night that filled the window, was as drenched in destiny, and as radiant, as the faces found in paintings of doomed and haloed saints. pg 471
Well, I currently have two residents in my lady bug house. Resident one I removed from the drain in the sink and he was closely followed by the little guy crawling around the rim of a cup. I spotted another potential resident but he was crawling around the corners of the ceiling. I can't reach him yet.
I have no idea what a ladybug would want in its house. I tried leaves and bark mulch. They seemed pretty upset about the leaves so I removed them. How do I determine levels of unrest? Pretty much by how active they are. With the leaves they were running around the roof line searching for escape. Once the leaves were removed they settled down. One is living on the room and one is resting among the mulch. Since they are attracted to water I also put in a little yogurt lid with a tiny puddle of water (don't want em to drown).
Yes, this probably puts me in the whacked out category but I don't really care. I could have far more harmful hobbies.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Well, since I have nothing new to report or interesting events to share I wanted to put in more amazing passages from this book. This truly is a beautiful book. If I haven't mentioned it already it is the authors story. His life as an escaped convict and how he fled to Bombay and opened a free clinic in a slum there. He lived in one of the camps that sprang up around construction sites. And the people have little more than cardboard huts as shelter.
The drums staggered toward the distant street. Moving away from us, the dancers romped and rolled on the rhythm, their swaying heads like a field of wildflowers weaving back and forth on waves of wind. As the music dwindled to an echo in our minds, the day-to-day and minute-to-minute of slum life slowly reclaimed the lanes. We gave ourselves to our routines, our needs, and our harmless, hopeful scheming. And for a while, a little while, ours was a better world because the hearts and smiles that ruled it were almost as pure and clean as the flower petals fluttering from our hair, and clinging to our faces like still, white tears.pg.370
and during a discussion about evolution:
"And for almost all of that long time, all the living things were water things, living inside the sea. Then, a few hundred million years ago, maybe a little more - just a little while, really, in the big history of the Earth - the living things began to be living on the land, as well."
I was frowning and smiling at the same time, surprised and bewildered. I held my breath, afraid that any sound might interrupt his musing.
"But in a way you can say that after leaving the sea, after all those millions of years of living inside of the sea, we took the ocean with us. When a woman makes a baby, she gives it water, inside her body, to grow in. That water inside her body is almost exactly the same as the water of the sea. It is salty, by just the same amount. She makes a little ocean, in her body. And not only this. Our blood and our sweating, they are both salty, almost exactly like the water from the sea is salty. We carry oceans inside of us, in our blood and our sweat. And we are crying the oceans, in our tears."
He fell silent, and at last I spoke my amazement.
"Where the hell did you learn that?" I snapped, perhaps a little harshly.
"I read it in a book," he replied, turning to me with shy concerns in his brave, brown eyes. "Why? is it wrong? Have I said it wrongly? I have the book in my house. Shall I get it for you?"
"no, no, it's right. It's...perfectly right."
It was my turn to lapse into silence. I was furious with myself. Despite my intimate knowledge of the slum-dwellers, and the debt I owed them - they'd taken me in, and given me all the support and friendship their hearts could hold - I still fell into the bigot's trap. Johnny shocked me with his knowledge because, somewhere in my deepest appraisal of the slum-dwellers, there was a prejudice that they had no right to such knowledge. In my secret heart I'd judged them as ignorant, even though I knew better, simply because they were poor. pg. 374
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
"Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that's all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that's all we have - to hold on tight until the dawn." pg 346
"It's forgiveness that makes us what we are. Without forgiveness, our species would've annihilated itself in endless retributions. Without forgiveness, there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for every act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive." pg 370
As those who live in Minnesota know it is Lady Bug time. Our house gets filled with the tiny red bugs that hope to winter in our kitchen. The challenge is trying to keep them alive and out of the sink.
Yeah, I know, they are just bugs. But we know they are good for eating bad bugs in our yard. And they have that cuteness factor going for them.
How many make it through winter and get back outside? I couldn't tell you. But our intentions are noble. I have even considered looking into a little lady bug house for them. But I don't have a clue what they eat. Perhaps I will look into this and just make a little house for them. I have a tiny plastic tank meant for a beta fish. Hmmmmmmmm
Anywho, it's one of those strange regional things.
Monday, November 07, 2005
"I closed my eyes. I surrendered to sleep. One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you."
Well, another all too rapid weekend flew by. Saturday I had a booth at a craft show. New venue, new customers - more money. Yeah!
Sunday was all too short a day. Breakfast with Jes (which was very nice) and then over to Michaels to get some supplies for my big boutique sale on Wednesday. Which was followed by making more jewelry at home while watching the Vikings. Yippee Skippy I managed to make a bunch of stuff AND watch Brad Johnson kick some serious butt! The lads played well. And caused very little agita. The Vikings were followed by the Green Bay game. The cheese heads were defeated. At this point I do feel sorry for Brett Favre. This is not their year. Not that the Vikings are anything to cheer about. We still feel the need to be like ostriches.
Anywho, the evening came to a spectacular close with Simpson Halloween special XV and another installment of Rome. Damn fine shows, both of them!
Friday, November 04, 2005
My latest novel of choice is Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts. So far it is a marvelous tale about life in Bombay. The author escaped a maximum security prison in Australia and fled to Bombay. This is his story.
It is a rare and beautiful treat to find an author that not only takes you away on an adventure but actually lets you walk along beside him. Where your senses seem to come alive as you read the story.
This is one of those rare and beautiful books. I have covered 195 pages of a 933 page story so far. And I have loved every minute of it.
I read that Johnny Depp will be starring in and directing a film based on the book. I can't wait. I know he will do the story justice.
Grab yourself a copy and take a journey to Bombay. You won't be disappointed.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Yep, it was time again to meet some friends for our monthly journey to the great mall. I love seeing my friends. And I love dinner at Tucci Bennuchh. Awesome food. And our regular waiter Steve is the greatest EVER!
Of course I also had to hit up Mac for a new eyeshadow. And I found a super cheap sweater at Christopher Banks. Hey, can't beat a winter sweater for $12.99. And had I won the lottery I would have left DSW with WAY too many shoes. And they have opened a cooking store that is gigantic!
Yep, that's me, the superficial mall rat. I admit it. One day a month I immerse myself in consumer hell and I enjoy it. I really do. I look forward to our get togethers and darn it all if I don't have fun wandering through the stores, getting pampered, and finding bargains. If that makes me a worm, I'm okay with that.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Well, we came home to a seemingly huge and empty backyard. Of course the giant earth mover in the middle of the alley was pretty cool too. We checked to see if the door was unlocked and the keys were inside but no, someone was actually very responsible. Dang, we had visions of tearing up the town :-) literally :-)
All kidding aside, it's pretty exciting to know that in a few days they will begin rebuilding the garage. I think I am most excited about two things. 1. I can park the car in the garage over winter (no longer having to shovel it out to go to work) and 2. That once the garage is built we can begin relandscaping the backyard. That will be fun.
New pathways, new gardens, new porch, and even a water fall. Very exciting!
The only down part to this whole adventure is the loss of yard the puppy's will experience. I think to be honest we may only loose a 10X6 foot section of lawn space. We'll have to change the way we toss their toys, but I think they still have enough room to run around. We have a temporary fence up that reduces the yard by a lot more than what the end space will be. They didn't seem to care much which is good.
I have to remember to take pictures. :-)
Monday, October 31, 2005
So, On Tuesday, Nov 1st. the garage as we know it will be no more. Yes, demolition! The old will come down and in 3-4 weeks the new will arise. Just in time for fabulous winter weather. Yippee.
We spent all of Sunday moving the stuff to storage. Not a bad way to spend the day. Good weather, good exercise, and good all you can eat buffet as a reward.
Aside from that, we enjoyed another installment of the HBO series Rome. It is most excellent! I'm glad to hear it is coming back next year. It deserves to. Well written, amazing sets, and exceptional acting. Oh, wait, that means it will get shit canned. I forgot. Only crap t.v. gets renewed. Thinking man's t.v. never lasts.................................
Well, we all have to remember 51% of this nation is filled with stupid people. So majority rules. Thus why all the reality t.v. shows do well. God forbid someone have to actually learn something or rub brain cells together.
So my buddy Mike took the "Which Serenity Character are You? Seeing as I don't watch it I went for the which Disney Character is your alter ego? And then a few others :-)
Your alter ego is Goofy! You are fun and great to be around, and you are always willing to help others. You arn't worried about embarrassing yourself, so you are one who is more willing to try new things.
Peter Pan 88%
Sleeping Beauty 75%
The Beast 56%
Donald Duck 50%
Cruella De Ville 38%
Snow White 19%
Which Mythological character are you?
Demon: Darkness is your sanctuary. Demons are many and are all different in appearence and rank. The most common are the ones that feed off of human souls. They love to make someone fall into their inner darkness. Blood, wrath, murder... You name it they love it. These beings don't care who you are, if they set their sights on you, let's just hope you know a good excorist. They kill any love within you and pull you toward their side. By any means possible. You wish for chaos and hate, you are the Demon.
Try again, this time more honest - what I am vs. what I wish I could be (as in above)
Angel: Angels are the guardians of all things, from the smallest ant to the tallest tree. They give inspiration, love, hope, and positive emotion. They live among humans without being seen. They are the good in all things, and if you feel alone, don't fear. They are always watching. Often times they merely stand by, whispering into the ears of those who feel lost. They would love nothing more then to reveal themselves, but in today's society, this would bring havoc and many unneeded questions. Give thanks to all things beautiful, for you are an Angel.
and this one I totally don't get. Apparently I am somewhere between a princess and an ax murderer :-)
Your alter-ego is a bitch. Always complaining about dirt and always having to wash their hands. You though, love to get a little dirty. Dirt never seriously hurt anybody now did it? Laidback is how your friends would describe you. But your alter-ego? I don't think so.
Axe Murderer 60%
Proper Princess 60%
Fluffy Bunny 38%
What's my role in Medieval Society?
Okay, so I'm half Peon and half Knight. What the hell does that mean? The little ditty below if for Peon. Apparently it came up 50.1% :-) At least I wasn't village idiot. Though would that be so bad?
Laugh if you want, because it's also an accurate description of you. You don't really own anything, maybe some cows, but everything else -your fields, your hovel- are all possessed by a feudal lord. Your outlook on life has left you tending to those fields of yours, in complete servitude of another. You are not the king, obviously, but you don't mind. That job is best fit for someone else, someone more materialstic and less of an idealist, probably. Generally speaking, you're the lowest of the social classes, apart from a few knaves, but your way of life has given you some sort of a tacit honor. Just because you're a peasant doesn't mean you're not awesome, right?
Village Idiot 6%
Friday, October 28, 2005
I finished reading The Colorado Kid by Stephen King. It was a great book. Very fast read. I ordered it despite the mixed reviews from readers. Now, there seemed to be only two reviews, they either loved it or hated it. Those that hated it gave the reason that King never finished the story. He just left you hanging.
Because I know that not all mysteries are ever solved I didn't let that deter me. And I have to say that from pretty much the first sentence the ENTIRE point of this book is that mankind loves mysteries. We love those legendary stories that have no explanation or answer. Bigfoot, lights in the sky, the second gunman, and many more.
The point of the book was so obvious that he might as well have reached from the pages and punched me in the nose. Which by the way he actually does in his afterward. He actually knows he will get two types of mail: Love it and Hate it. He then proceeds for 4 1/2 pages to explain why he wrote the book the way he did.
So this begs to question what the hell is wrong with people? Does this mean that there are people out there who read books but don't comprehend a single word they read. I pity them. Or, are there simply two types of people in this world - those that love the mystery of life, and those that can only find happiness in cold hard reality and fact. I pity those people. And I can't imagine going through my life without wonder, without mystery, without my head floating in the clouds.
Einstein once said: "The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science."
I'm happy to live in the Einstein, King camp. It's definitely the more magical place to be.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Well, I finished Milk Glass Moon last night. Yep, I cried. Now I am reading The Colorado Kid by Stephen King. It's part of a collection called Hard Case Crime. It's supposed to be like the old dime novel detective books. Each story is by a different author so it's not something new for King. I wish he would do another Green Mile type serial. That was so much fun to read.
Next up is a book called Shantaram. It's almost 1,000 pages. And sounds like quite an interesting tale. Johnny Depp has purchased the rights to the book and will be directing and starring in a film based on the book. Yippee for me! I get to read it with a wonderful character image in my head. Ahhhhh Johnny for 1,000 pages.....................
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Well, darn it all. I went browsing through petfinder (because I added it as a link on my main blogger page and wanted to make sure it actually worked) and dang if I didn't fall in love again. Her name is Lila and she has the same story as Sophie. Sheltie mix that was raised outside in a box. Her only purpose in life being puppies. She hates men, is terrified of strangers and has no clue how to be a dog. (the pet type)
So, I wonder if all 9 lb's of her would fit in our household. YES I know, I'm crazy. You don't have to tell me that. And YES, I know, we already have too many animals.
Michael told me she was welcome to join our household. And that he thinks between Max and Sophie that she would become quite the happy puppy. Or as we like to say, Max and Sophie would make her broken.
When I say broken I mean that in a loving way. Max taught Sophie to feel safe and to be happy. To play, run around, chase toys, and dig in the snow. But he also taught her to bark. A LOT! She didn't ever bark when we got her. He also taught her how to be crazy and hyper when we come home. In other words, he fixed her in some cases but broke her in others. And of course it's the brokenness that make you pull your hair out.
I think ultimately she will go to a different home. But darn if I don't want her.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
So, I had a craft show on Saturday. Selling my jewelry at a local church. And I overheard the most interesting conversation.
An older gentleman - retired with time on his hands went on a Mission for the church. Where I am not sure but I did hear that he went on a safari (so assuming somewhere in Africa) but he was also talking about Ukraine. So, maybe he went to both.
He's discussing how poor everyone was. And how the village was so thankful for the 9 bikes they brought with them. And he went on and on about the deplorable conditions of the places he went to. How everyone was hungry, sleeping outside, waste everywhere, insufficient sewage drainage, etc. etc. etc.
Then he goes on to tell everyone about all the shopping they did while they were in these poor areas. And what great deals they got! And how they decided it was worth it to pay 14 bucks for a tailor made dress shirt. 14 BUCKS! And how his wife scored quite the deal with 7 YARDS of fine silk fabric for only $4 bucks! Yes, I repeat, she paid 4 DOLLARS for 7 yards of silk. Does anyone else besides me find it ironic that they were bargaining for deals in a place so poor that they have no food, or proper shelter? I'm sorry but I see so many levels of wrong that I can't even begin to rant!
Just glancing around on the web - fake silk will cost you 6.99 on sale per yard. Real silk runs 9+ per yard. I'm sure there are better deals out there but I challenge anyone to find 7 yards of beautiful colored silk with designs for 4 bucks.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Well, fall has come officially. We are still blessed with days of warm weather and sunny skies. We have started to prepare for the big hibernation. Flannel sheets on the bed. Down comforters piled high. And sweaters brought out from the attic.
It's a beautiful time of year here. I am thankful for the seasons. I think it helps you to appreciate life more. Sunny and 70 year round makes you take life more for granted. It's weird but it's one of the things I have discovered since moving to Minnesota.
I look forward to snow. The dogs have so much fun playing. They have a new energy they don't always have in the summer time. Sophie loves to bury her toys in the snow and then dig them out.
There are reasons to look forward to winter.........................
I normally love fall and winter because it means football season. But this year we find ourselves burying our heads in the perm-a-frost.
I am currently reading Milk Glass Moon by Adriana Trigiani. It's the third book in a trilogy. Though I understand a fourth book is in the works. Hmmmm..... so much for her calling it a trilogy.............................
I am currently addicted to the HBO series Rome. It's awesome! I can't say enough great things about this show.
Lastly, I will close with a thought:
"Stand tall, smile bright, and let 'em wonder what secret's making you laugh."
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Along with the rest of the world I am reading the newest Harry Potter book. I seem to have three states of existence, working, sleeping, and reading Harry. It's sad, I know. And perhaps many would say "Get a life" but some things are just worth a little selfish focus. And Harry Potter is one of them. There are few authors that I get selfishly engrossed in. James Lee Burke is one and Jasper Fforde is another.
I also treated myself to "Dead Like Me" season 2 on DVD. By far one of the best television series ever. Unfortunately it has gone the way of the Dodo. But the show will haunt it's fans far longer than George had the chance to haunt her family.
On the positive side the season premier of Stargate reunited two of the characters from another exceptional t.v. series Farscape. It was a pleasure to see Ben Browder and Claudia Black on the screen again. They have a dynamic and engaging screen presence and they are a welcome addition to an already excellent series.
So, as my day ends here at work I gather my purse, my lunchbox and my Harry and head out the door. Tonight I will curl up in my chair, put on some classical music and head back to Hogwarts..........
Thursday, June 16, 2005
There are some days when you realize that all is well with your world and there is much to be thankful for. Family, friends, pets, health, and warm spring days. That is happiness.
Monday, June 13, 2005
Had a wonderful weekend. We celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary. Saturday we went to Como Conservatory. They added a new wing to the building so we went to see what changes they had made. It is even more beautiful now. Check it out at: http://www.comozooconservatory.org/
After a relaxing visit to the conservatory we grabbed some salads from Byerly's, rented a few movies and headed home to curl up on the couch and relax. We watched "I Robot" - not a bad flick. And "The Life Aquatic" with Bill Murray- bizarre but funny movie. Jerry joined us for the movies. Well, first we walked the dogs down to Dairy Queen for movie watch'n icecream and then we watched I Robot.
Sunday, our anniversary, we took Max to his last agility class. Then we went to Sean and Sam's for their Hand Fasting ceremony. Finally we ended the evening at Mama Maria's for dinner. As always the food was wonderful. They even decorated our table in honor of our anniversary. It was very nice.
6 years and counting :-) It doesn't feel like it's been that long but it also feels like we have known each other our whole lives.