Well, she’s been with us a year and two months and she is FINALLY showing signs of calming down.
She was a year old in May, so she still has a lot of puppy left in her, but brief moments of calm are starting to show through. THANK GOODNESS!!
Category: Random
SportsWOMANship
This is making the rounds on Facebook. It is an awesome story especially in light of the shenanigans in Vancouver after the NHL Stanley cup finals.
Click through, but bring tissues.
Nicknames
Fish has a full given name (no, I didn’t actually name my child Fish), but she also has a host of nick names. When She was little I used to call her Mrs. Tinkabinka or Tink for short. Her Dad calls her Fisharoo or Rooafish.
Recently my friend tagged Fish with the name Trixie, which I love, but Fish quickly put the kibosh on that. Lately, I’ve taken to calling her Squishy Fish or Squishy for short. I love that she signed her mother’s day card to me that way 🙂
The Joys of Pencil
By using a pencil to draft I regain the ability to erase. When writing with pen, the only option was a line (or six) through the text. This has never worked well for me especially during the revision process. When I reread, my eye is often tripped up by the mistake. As When I wrote this draft, I encountered one downside to pencil, the mess. The crumbs from the eraser, the shavings from the sharpener and graphite transfer to the heel of my hand. Even before I started this venture I knew I would not be converting to pencil, still, it is not a bad way to write, and it is always good to provide the muse with options for expression. Heck, it got me this blog post right?
I’m fortunate to be part of a group blog on writing Live to Write, Write to Live, by The New Hampshire Writer’s Network. This post was created in conjunction with a post for that blog.
The beginning of a new era at Starbucks and the end of an artform
This cup, this, venti, black iced tea with 3 pumps of sugar*, is the beginning of a new era for Starbucks. The barrista who served me referred to it as a move towards “mass production”.
Out with the quaint hand scrawled “Bk 3p CS” and in with the block type,
Blah. The barrista said the new system isn’t as personal as the old one and I agree. Occasionally, I’ll take the kids for a treat. The staff knows us and they would frequently add a 🙂 to my daughter’s KHC (Kid’s hot chocolate, smaller, not as hot). It was easy to do because the sharpie was already in hand, but that little extra touch was always noted and appreciated.
I’m sorry to see the scribbles go. I suspect, it all has to do with efficiency but, given a choice, I’ll take the personal touch over efficiency any day.
*FWIW, 3 pumps is HALF the standard amount of sugar.
The best laid plans
About two weeks ago, I had a REALLY bad Monday. My dear friend C was there throughout the day to lend an ear and provide support and wisdom. Well, what goes around comes around and all that, her Friday was worse than my Monday AND, her Friday went on for 4 days. Truthfully, the matter still isn’t really resolved, she’s just at a lull in the chaos. but I digress.
I had items I’d borrowed from C and her family that needed to be returned and I was picking up a few things for her at Trader Joe’s. I thought I’d throw together a chicken pot pie and drop that off too. I made the pie in between homework and dinner prep and then cooked it after dinner. When it was done, I pulled it out of the oven and left it sitting on a cookie tray on top of my stove to cool. As you can see, it never made it to C’s house. With apologies to Clement Moore, here is the tale.
‘Twas the night before delivery when all thought the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The borrowed items were stacked by the door with care in hopes I’d remember them and not leave them there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of play with grandparents danced in their heads.
With husband at the bar enjoying a beer, I collapsed in my chair in search of some cheer.
When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter, alas, I was too tired to rise to see what was the matter.
Eventually I dragged my sorry self up and puttered to the kitchen to see what had gone amok
The light o’er the sink cast a dim illumination giving me very little information.
What did wondering eyes find on the floor? Why a chicken pot pie that now was no more.
With the pie upside down and gone kersplat, I knew in a moment, it must be the cat!
More rapid than eagles, the curses they came, and I screamed and I shouted and I called her by name.
!@$%! Winnie, !#$% cat!, and trust me there were more! Oh Phooey, I’m pissed and just look at the floor!
To the cleaning closet, I stormed, to grab this and that. Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away Cat!
The First Day of Spring
Spring time in New England, there’s nothing like it!
Life in a Northern Town
I may complain about some things about living in New Hampshire, but there are many wonderful things about living here too. I love the winter and I love to be outside enjoying the cold weather activities. I’ve decided that people who don’t like snow don’t have the right gear. A good pair of long underwear and waterproof snow pants are crucial to enjoying the brisk temperatures.
My husband was shocked this local church not only allows sledding on their hill, they encourage it. I guess they don’t have many lawyers in their congregation. 🙂
Some of the parents built an awesome jump!
I ❤ this shot.
My mother used to refer to this rosey cheek condition as “Chink Peeks”
Day is done, gone the sun, time for some hot chocolate!
That Kiss
I save The Good Wife to watch on nights when my husband (more of a Two and a Half Men kind of guy) isn’t around. He was out a lot last week, so I played catch up with the DVR. I’m a little late with this, but, DID YOU SEE THAT KISS?!
I knew it was coming. CBS previewed it endlessly (see above) but OH, MY! Alisha Florrick (Julianna Margulies) and Will Gardener (Josh Charles) locked lips on an episode earlier this month. I don’t even want to be that crass when describing the moment. It was really quite tender and passionate. Alisha rests her hand on Will’s shoulder to comfort him. Their eyes lock and the tensions that have been building between them overwhelm Will. He touches her cheek and leans in, she meets him. It’s not sloppy, there’s no tongue, but there is an energy. My description couldn’t begin to do the scene justice. It is well written and acted. It was just a kiss, but with that kiss, everything changed.
I don’t have a ton of experience with first kisses. I’ve had a few in my life, but my most memorable first kiss was with A-Man for the energy behind it and the impact it had on my life. We were acquaintances who, when the timing was finally right, became so much more. When he kissed me, there was magic in the air. The next day, I would leave a voice mail for a friend telling her I’d met the man I was going to marry. This is real life, and while there were, challenges, we did walk down the aisle and have built a life together that Hollywood would call mundane (for the record I’m O.K. that we bore Hollywood).
The writers of The Good Wife, have yet to reveal what is next for Will and Alisha, but this is a TV drama, so no doubt the characters will face triple the complications that we did. Still, that kiss changed everything.
Was there every a kiss that changed your life?
Friday Randomness
Last night was our annual trip to the fair. I love the fair, mostly for the food, but the crafts and the animals are fun too. But oh, the food. Last night I had three home made pierogies. 1/2 of a sweet Italian sausage with onions and peppers, a sixteen ounce old fashioned root beer, 1/3 of a funnel cake and 2 pieces of chocolate fudge. I resisted the gigantic donuts and the cider donuts. The only thing I didn’t see that I was looking for was chocolate covered bacon. Based on Twitter conversations, it is all the rage. Maybe next year.
This week’s episode of CSI New York really annoyed me. Yes, yes, I know it is TV, it is fake, but the whole technology is evil plot was annoying. Are any of the things that happened on that show possible? Yes, most definitely, but it wouldn’t be easy. Is it possible that one person could hack ALL of those systems and time things perfectly? No way! Yet, I’m sure there are some who watched that show who will never trust a GPS again. Grrr
On my walk this morning, I turned the iPod off when I started heading for home. I just walked and listened to the sounds around me. My mind drifted (as it is oh so wanton to do), but I just took a deep breath and studied the bright red leaves. It was nice. Think I might do that more often.
Towards the end of the walk, I encountered two kids waiting for the bus. I said “Morning” and they returned the greeting. Just after I was out of sight of their driveway, the little boy yelled “MORNING!”, I could hear his sister shhshing him, so I yelled back. He replied and I decided to add a twist and shouted “MARCO!”. I could hear him giggle. “POLO!” came the reply. We kept this up for the better part of a quarter mile. It was fun.
And so dear reader, those are the random thoughts occupying my mind on this fall morning. Later, I hope to have a post about a life threatening issue people with albinism living in East Africa are facing.
TTFN.
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