I wish I had time to post a picture. I really do. Lithus, Timber and I are heading out of town today (which will do wonders for the mood I was in the last week or so, I have no doubt. Digressing, Pobble...). We will be back Sunday afternoon. That's 48 hours and only one full day. I have no fewer than six complete outfits with me. And four pairs of shoes.
A long time ago, a friend looked at Crow Mother and said "Dahlink, you are a woman. You are allowed to travel with as many pairs of shoes as you want." I'm holding on to that.
Those are (well-dressed and ready for any occasion) Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Just Frustrated
Sometimes, I get frustrated. I remember the life I lived. I remember the promises I made to myself. I know the life I want. Weekly manicures; monthly pedicures, eyebrow waxing and hair cuts; fresh flowers; coffee on the porch or balcony; reading at the cafe; napping in the park; writing letters in the coffee shop; writing books in the diner; walking under the lights of the city; dinner after nine; a vacation once a year...maybe twice if that's not too much to ask for. Laughing with my friends. Holding hands with my love. Coffee, conversation and cocktails.
It's not supposed to be about what's on television, Deadliest Catch episodes, rented movies and long silences. It's not supposed to be about a trip to the grocery store or Target being a big day out or my walk being what gets me out of the house for a little while. It's not supposed to be about naps because I'm bored and have nothing else to do and laundry for three when I'm the only one here.
I lived it. I had it. I miss it. The friends I've shared this with really do understand. That's big. That's helpful. My partner really does understand. That's huge. That's more than helpful.
I know I will get there again. I know I just have to give it time. And usually, I can give it time. Usually, I'm okay with it being out there and soon instead of right here and now. Sometimes, though, sometimes I get frustrated.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
It's not supposed to be about what's on television, Deadliest Catch episodes, rented movies and long silences. It's not supposed to be about a trip to the grocery store or Target being a big day out or my walk being what gets me out of the house for a little while. It's not supposed to be about naps because I'm bored and have nothing else to do and laundry for three when I'm the only one here.
I lived it. I had it. I miss it. The friends I've shared this with really do understand. That's big. That's helpful. My partner really does understand. That's huge. That's more than helpful.
I know I will get there again. I know I just have to give it time. And usually, I can give it time. Usually, I'm okay with it being out there and soon instead of right here and now. Sometimes, though, sometimes I get frustrated.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Hellos and Goodbyes
I've bitten the bullet and edited my blogroll over there. Some of my favorite reads just aren't posting any more. D-Man said goodbye, which was nice. But doesn't make me miss him less. Dagoth just...went away several months ago. I miss everyone who has stopped blogging but am concerned about him the most. Hopefully, he quit posting because life got so busy with good stuff. Hopefully. Then there's Jaded. She got run off by some crazy hater people. Why do we have to hate? Can't disagreeing simply be enough? Apparently not. Speaker FTB...well, I know why he's not posting and what's got him busy ~ or at least I have a very strong suspicion, even if I haven't met her yet. I hope I'm right on that one, too. The exception is Don. He's still over there eventhough he hasn't posted regularly in a while. Don, you just don 't get to come off the blog roll. :)
I have, however, linked some other great reads.
Cam Pike and his ramblings on all things sport-ish. The poop had seats at the Red Sox no-hitter the other night. This allows me to hate him.
Ick Feh. Her name is Gabi. Her profile reads: Unable to choose a career, she is also overeducated, underemployed and always opinionated. :-) See why I'm glad I found her? We disagree on which is better, Boston or New York, but not much else.
A Real Live Lesbian. Just living her life and writing about it with an honesty that makes her readers think. At least this one.
And finally, Vanyel. Wisdom, wit, thoughts, scoldings and comments from north of the border. It's good to finally be able to link him!
Anyway, as much as I hate saying goodbye to old friends (who I hope start blogging again and let me know when they do!), finding new ones is always good, too. Hopefully, you'll enjoy them as much as I.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
I have, however, linked some other great reads.
Cam Pike and his ramblings on all things sport-ish. The poop had seats at the Red Sox no-hitter the other night. This allows me to hate him.
Ick Feh. Her name is Gabi. Her profile reads: Unable to choose a career, she is also overeducated, underemployed and always opinionated. :-) See why I'm glad I found her? We disagree on which is better, Boston or New York, but not much else.
A Real Live Lesbian. Just living her life and writing about it with an honesty that makes her readers think. At least this one.
And finally, Vanyel. Wisdom, wit, thoughts, scoldings and comments from north of the border. It's good to finally be able to link him!
Anyway, as much as I hate saying goodbye to old friends (who I hope start blogging again and let me know when they do!), finding new ones is always good, too. Hopefully, you'll enjoy them as much as I.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
The Great Popcorn Incident
At least one night every time Lithus goes on tour, I have popcorn for dinner. Tonight was the night for this tour. I had spent the evening cleaning the kitchen and doing dishes. Cooking wasn't high on the priority list. Popcorn time.
So, I poured the oil into the pot, added my five kernels and decided that, although there wasn't much popcorn left in the bag, there should be enough. The five kernels popped and I added what was left in the bag. There wasn't enough popcorn for that much oil. Ooops. Thinking quickly, I decide to open the next bag of popcorn. Which takes longer than it really needs to.
Finally, the bag gets opened and I, still thinking quickly but not wisely, take the lid off the pot but do not think I should put it down. Afterall, I have just cleaned the kitchen and don't want the oil ring on the clean stove top. Instead, I try to pour popcorn out of a full bag, one-handed. And proceed to dump about 3 cups of popcorn kernels into the pot. Which means I now have way too much popcorn for the oil. Way too much. Which now begins to scorch. So I have to take it off the heat and get it out of the pot. Only some of it is popping. While the rest of it is scorching. And the lid is off.
Tomorrow, I really need to clean my kitchen again. Tonight, I'm having a bagel.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
So, I poured the oil into the pot, added my five kernels and decided that, although there wasn't much popcorn left in the bag, there should be enough. The five kernels popped and I added what was left in the bag. There wasn't enough popcorn for that much oil. Ooops. Thinking quickly, I decide to open the next bag of popcorn. Which takes longer than it really needs to.
Finally, the bag gets opened and I, still thinking quickly but not wisely, take the lid off the pot but do not think I should put it down. Afterall, I have just cleaned the kitchen and don't want the oil ring on the clean stove top. Instead, I try to pour popcorn out of a full bag, one-handed. And proceed to dump about 3 cups of popcorn kernels into the pot. Which means I now have way too much popcorn for the oil. Way too much. Which now begins to scorch. So I have to take it off the heat and get it out of the pot. Only some of it is popping. While the rest of it is scorching. And the lid is off.
Tomorrow, I really need to clean my kitchen again. Tonight, I'm having a bagel.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Friday, May 16, 2008
So Much For That
I admit it; I am a fan of the "I don't have time" excuse for not working out. Afterall, by the time you get changed, go for the walk, get home, get showered, get dressed again, you've gone through a lot of time, right? Right. Mind you, I know that if it is a priority, we make time. That's my point. ;)
However, today the temps are in the high 70s, low 80s. I wanted to be out. I wanted to go for my walk. So, when I got up, I simply dressed in my walking clothes. Did my morning thing and realized my latest addiction, The Deadliest Catch, was on at 11:00. Great. I would watch the show and go for my walk. At 11:59 a.m. by my kitchen clock, I was walking out the door.
My walk is two miles from my front door and back again. Not a marathon but a nice little way to get my heart rate up a bit. I take my two mile walk, get home, take a shower, shave, get dressed, do my hair, do my makeup, find my shoes and head into the kitchen for some coffee. According to my kitchen clock ~ the same one that read 11:59 as I left ~ now reads 1:03. Yep. An hour and four minutes to do all that. Guess I got time to work out, huh?
Damn.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
However, today the temps are in the high 70s, low 80s. I wanted to be out. I wanted to go for my walk. So, when I got up, I simply dressed in my walking clothes. Did my morning thing and realized my latest addiction, The Deadliest Catch, was on at 11:00. Great. I would watch the show and go for my walk. At 11:59 a.m. by my kitchen clock, I was walking out the door.
My walk is two miles from my front door and back again. Not a marathon but a nice little way to get my heart rate up a bit. I take my two mile walk, get home, take a shower, shave, get dressed, do my hair, do my makeup, find my shoes and head into the kitchen for some coffee. According to my kitchen clock ~ the same one that read 11:59 as I left ~ now reads 1:03. Yep. An hour and four minutes to do all that. Guess I got time to work out, huh?
Damn.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Getting Going Again
So...I've had a hard time posting again. But I don't want Daisy's death to be the end of my blog, either. So what am I doing? I'm stealing. With thanks to $$ Productions, who had this one up a while ago...
Here are the rules:
You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
1. Where is your mobile phone? Kitchen
2. Your significant other? Beauty
3. Your hair? Curly
4. Your mother? Flighty
5. Your father? Santa
6. Your favorite thing? Life
7. Your dream last night? Forgotten
8. Your favorite drink? Seabreeze
9. Your dream/goal? Bestseller
10. The room you’re in? Den
11. Your ex? Military
12. Your fear? Spider
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Signing
14. Where were you last night? Home
15. What you’re not? Frantic
16. Muffins? Yes
17. One of your wish list items? Morocco
18. Where you grew up? Hell
19. The last thing you did? Snuggle
20. What are you wearing? Comfy
21. Your TV? There
22. Your pets? Lionel
23. Your computer? Viv
24. Your life? Enviable
25. Your mood? Quiet
26. Missing someone? Yes
27. Your car? Unbreakable
28. Something you’re not wearing? Slippers
29. Favorite Store? Online
30. Your summer? Missing
31. Like someone? Yes
32. Your favorite color? Blue
33. When is the last time you laughed? Saturday
34. Last time you cried? Daisy
35. Who will/would re-post this? Unknown
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
Here are the rules:
You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
1. Where is your mobile phone? Kitchen
2. Your significant other? Beauty
3. Your hair? Curly
4. Your mother? Flighty
5. Your father? Santa
6. Your favorite thing? Life
7. Your dream last night? Forgotten
8. Your favorite drink? Seabreeze
9. Your dream/goal? Bestseller
10. The room you’re in? Den
11. Your ex? Military
12. Your fear? Spider
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Signing
14. Where were you last night? Home
15. What you’re not? Frantic
16. Muffins? Yes
17. One of your wish list items? Morocco
18. Where you grew up? Hell
19. The last thing you did? Snuggle
20. What are you wearing? Comfy
21. Your TV? There
22. Your pets? Lionel
23. Your computer? Viv
24. Your life? Enviable
25. Your mood? Quiet
26. Missing someone? Yes
27. Your car? Unbreakable
28. Something you’re not wearing? Slippers
29. Favorite Store? Online
30. Your summer? Missing
31. Like someone? Yes
32. Your favorite color? Blue
33. When is the last time you laughed? Saturday
34. Last time you cried? Daisy
35. Who will/would re-post this? Unknown
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
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