Sunday, March 30, 2008
I have friends who kidnap me and friends who understand when I'm relieved that I'm not going to meet with them after all.
I'm an odd friend to have.
Case in point:
Yesterday, I get a phone call from a local friend (whom I rarely see because we both work) who said, "Hey C's in town and we thought we'd come by and get you so we can hang out awhile. Can you swing it?" So I'm whisked away for a jaunt into the unknown (and frankly, who cares when you're with your girlfriends?). We head straight for the beach and get sidetracked on Broughton Street in Savannah. After the temperature drops we nix the idea of going to the beach, opting instead for a dinner. Thinking nothing of the fact that it is Saturday night and we don't have reservations, we pull up to Pearl's Saltwater Grill where we had a lovely meal after waiting about 45 minutes. My friend M had breezily promised my husband that I would be back by "dark- thirty". Let's just say it was dark dark-thirty thirty when I returned home (at 10:00pm) It just goes to show, you can't plan spontaneity, right?
So today, I had previously made plans to go visit a friend in a neighboring town. A time for rest, renewal and a walk in the woods with her while having deep spiritual conversations or no conversation at all. We've done this before and both were benefited by it. This was to happen for me after my visit to our friends that we have started going to every Sunday morning now. (Kind of like a little home church thing we have going on.) I was finding myself dreading going to see e. for a walk in the woods. I was feeling quiet and moody. After all my going, I just wanted to be home with my family. So when e. called and said "what do you want to do?" I laughed and said "take a nap". She suggested we do it another time. It's cold, dreary and unispiring weather outside. No biggie. No wheeling, no pouting.
I'm so glad for friends who don't beat around the bush. I'm so glad for friends who can handle forthrightness and don't do things just to "be nice" cause they think they are supposed to (like I nearly did.) Feelings aren't hurt when things don't go their way. Flexibility is the order of the day.
What a relief!
Friday, March 28, 2008
What about this. I don't like the color, but I love the cut...
(If I don't chicken out. Can you imagine?!)
Thursday, March 27, 2008
But I just don't seem to have it in me.
I'm in a sleepy haze after a coughing husband woke me at 4AM(!).
I can't seem to string together two coherent thoughts, much less type them.
'Cause I have a date Friday night! (I can't remember the last time we had a date that wasn't a function type thing we were going to.)
I think we are trying a new restaurant in town called Chops. (Steaks, pork chops, fish.) I've heard only good about it. I'm bracing myself for waiting for a table. When a new restaurant opens in this town, you would think we've never seen the like. People flock to the "next new thing". I personally like to wait till the "new wears off".
So, I'm going to do that and try to manage the "fever" symptoms I have.
I'll keep ya posted.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Oh, I'm not laid out in the bed. Thankfully.
No, I have Spring Fever.
In a place where there are never quite four seasons, (just slightly undulating temperatures) I am not immune to this malady. I don't have the excuse of the dark days of winter--forgetting what the green grass looks like because it's covered in snow for a good three months.
I swear it's the flowers.
Apparently, when they open, they release an intoxicant that turns my thoughts to acts of frolicking and frivolity.
That's the only explanation I can offer for the craziness that has taken over me.
Either that or I'm pregnant.
When I get up in the morning, I begin dreaming...."You know, if I didn't have to go to work today, think of all the things I would get done! Those garden beds need overhauling, that room needs painting and the closet needs to get a life."
But the official sign of spring for me is the opening of the "I want a new haircut" campaign. My poor husband. The man who dreams of a girl with softly flowing hair that brushes her shoulders. Oh, he thought he married her. Then she discovered she was a hairdresser/artist who loves nothing more than to find (and try) a new hairstyle and/or color every 15 minutes. Top that off with her love for the unconventional....
Yesterday morning as I was getting ready, I just 1. didn't want to deal with my hair, 2. couldn't find a hat I liked, 3. thought I'd do something really cool and wear a head wrap, 4. decided not to when hubby said people might think I was a chemo patient. I hadn't been this upset over my hair since I WAS pregnant! If I hadn't been late to work (and if hubby hadn't been in the next room), I would have taken scissors to my head and hacked it like there was no tomorrow.
Hey, it IS tomorrow!
All I can say is, you never know what a day will bring forth...
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I also enjoy Carl Larsson, a Swedish artist who depicted lovely homey scenes. This is a link to the main site. It includes images of his home, history about him and some images of his artwork.
More Larsson images...
Sunday, March 23, 2008
We're sitting around the table after eating lunch (to which I'd invited myself) casting about for ideas for dessert. Pound cake was dismissed after it was revealed that it took an hour and a half to bake. The word chocolate was murmured (by one or all of the four females present) and suddenly, a craving was born. I mentioned that one of my favorite things to eat when there isn't really any dessert in the house to be had, is to make up a sweet treat by eating equal spoonfuls of chocolate frosting and peanut butter with what ever cookie/cracker type thing I can find. Well, maybe they were humoring me, but that's what we had to have.
Well, let's make chocolate frosting. Ooops, no confectioners sugar, no milk....
Let's send one of the children for it! After all, there are six children to choose from, surely we can "persuade" one of them to run a little errand for us!
This led to one of the kids hopping on a bicycle and cruising up to the local IGA, (are they open on Easter Sunday?! They are? Whew!) along with several phone calls--"they're out of confectioners sugar!" "Oh, just get a can of chocolate frosting!" "they're out of skim milk!" "Get 2%!"
Shouldn't she be back by now?
Oh, here she comes!!!
A cloud of dust ensues as seals are ripped off and bowls are ladled with a spoonful of each: chocolate frosting, peanut butter and (surprise flavor of the day) caramel frosting. A sparse amount of vanilla wafers was unearthed and the sighing and moaning commenced.
Never underestimate the power of the chocolate, my friends.
(And the power of the Mr. Pibb to bribe the child.)
Saturday, March 22, 2008
What book are you reading right now?
Mockingbird: A Portrait of Harper Lee.
Last Book you read while on a plane.
Thankfully, my last plane trip was recent, so I can remember this. It was the 4:50 From Paddington by Agatha Christie.
Last book you read on a road trip.
Honestly, although that was just last month or so, I can't think of what or if I took a book. I may have only taken magazines. Come to think of it, I know I had a book, but maybe I had just started the Agatha Christie. Although it's a small paperback, I think I was reading it when I wasn't reading other things.
Most unusual place you've found yourself reading a book.
In a tree. When I was a kid visiting grandma and grandpa, I distinctly remember climbing a tree with my hoarded chocolate Easter egg I was nibbling (I wanted it to last forever), and reading.
What would you take with you on a two week trip to the beach?
I wouldn't be able to read the first week, I'd be in shock at being away for two(!) weeks!
I can't say, because I don't plan out my reading, I stumble across books or they are recommended to me. But rest assured, I'd have a stash of thick reading material!
Okay, I tag Lady Em, Bebe and Jenny if they want to play.
Friday, March 21, 2008
I went by the bakery today and (gasp!) they were OUT of hot cross buns! It was only 1ish! The baker will make more tomorrow, (whew!) so I reserved half a dozen. The lows and highs I felt in the bakery alert me to the fact that perhaps I'm a bit too in love with bread? I am, as a friend called it the other day, becoming a "carbo-terian".
The leg is managing. I'm limping, but I can tell it's better. Thanks.
So, this weekend is a holiday. (Perhaps for some it's not.)
How do you celebrate Easter?
Is it all about rabbits and eggs (ooh, and chocolate!)?
Or, will this Sunday be deeply meaningful for you, remembering Jesus Christ's death, burial and resurrection from the dead? As incredible and unbelievable as that event sounds, I have to tell you I believe with all my heart that it happened. I know of no other person in history that ever did that. (Rose from the dead, that is.) Check it out for yourself in the Bible. Look in the New Testament in the book of Matthew (first book in the New Testament). Look for chapter number 27 & 28. It's quite an account.
No matter how you celebrate (or don't), I pray you have a blessed Easter.
(P.S. Eat a bunny ear for me, I didn't get a chocolate bunny. My girl doesn't like chocolate. I know, I know, I'm also wondering if she actually belongs to me!)
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Thank you for the sweet, encouraging, positive, receptive comments on my little ditty yesterday.
I am finding that I do love to write, but find I have to be inspired to write creative poem/prose type things. Otherwise, I'm pretty good about blathering on about nothing for awhile. My hubby, on the other hand, can write poetry non stop. (How does he do that?)
So, I get up yesterday morning, (at 5) with the idea that I will go to another exercise class at the gym. This one is "Bootcamp". It involves a lot of cardio, like walking the treadmill, jumping rope, jumping jacks, push ups...it's a real mix. I didn't go to it for a long time because it sounded really intimidating, but then I went and loved it.
Last time I went, part of the work out was to do big jumps from the floor up on the stage. Maybe two feet or so up. Well, I woke up rather sore in my quads from Tues, so I decided I couldn't bear the thoughts of trying that jump right now, so I exercised at home pulling out my trusty Leslie Sansone DVD to do the 1 mile jog workout.
So I'm jogging back and forth in the living room, (a sight to behold, I assure you) and suddenly my left calf seizes up like a cramp has grabbed it. I stop and try to stretch it out and get back in my groove. NO. OUCH.
Needless to say, I think I pulled a muscle or something, because I can't even walk normally. I looked online and it appears it will just take time to heal, so I need to take it easy.
Crap! And I was just getting going again!
The good news is, I will have a relaxing weekend.
We were going to my family's for the weekend, but have decided to stay put. I just need to stop, ya know?
One of my client's yesterday is originally from Australia and asked me if I was going to have hot cross buns for Easter. (It was a big tradition in Australia.) I've never had any, so she called a local bakery and found out they were going to make some for this weekend, so I'm going to grab some too! I'm looking forward to that!
I also need to get my girl a few treats and treasures and do an egg hunt with her. We're going to a friends house Sunday, maybe the children there can help me with the egg hunt.
I'm looking forward to this weekend!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
The sound that greets me is jarring--My husband's motivational "music": some heavy metal monstrosity that pitches guitars against each other, the sound erupting in war.
After a perfunctory kiss, I make my escape to a quieter part of the house. Feeling immediately calmer, I officially release myself from my day, removing layers of clothing and unlatching underpinnings.
I pull on an ancient, yet soft-as-silk cotton shirt over my head then slide my legs into equally soft pants so loose they barely touch me. I feel my skin sigh a happy thanks.
I realize that although I perform this ritual every single evening, I've never stopped to realize the poetry in the action or the appreciation I feel for a before unnoticed restorative moment.
I sit on my bed, pen and paper in hand and begin to write...
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
It started last night as I was going to bed. It's as if I returned to myself. I feel I've been in a cloud recently and perhaps that lifted.
Even the thought of taxes doesn't dampen my mood.
AND... I finally broke my cycle this morning and got up at 5 to go work out. I'm so glad to get back on my little schedule.
We've had a couple of nice days. The kind that make you dream of mild days spent lazily walking around second hand stores or searching out garage sales at ungodly hours on your day to sleep in. Or pinic outside just to be in the middle of all the glory of the mild breezes, bees buzzing and birds singing. It even inspires me to clean! (It IS a magical time of year!)
I have my laptop back! Mr. Hubby accidentally deleted the wireless internet program and we (he) had to find it to reinstall it. Finally! Of course, I say I have it back... you should see all the windows open at the bottom of the screen that are evidence of his usage. (Never mind "his" computer is in the next room. But I don't say a word, not a single word...)
Easter is kinda sneaking up on me. I've been wondering what we are going to do. We considered going down to visit my family, but my sis is sick this week and I don't want to put that on her. Also, I just want to stay put, you know? Pretend I'm a homemaker, housewifey type person.
Also, I'm looking forward to catching up on my blogging friends. I haven't had access to my list of favorites for awhile since I was using hubby's computer. Thank goodness for my own personal blog roll!
Well, I have to go hug a little girl now...
Monday, March 17, 2008
Ah, yes, there is our lovely model...Sharleeta. A pleasure to work with. BTW, she has three kids. I now officially don't like her very much.
Here's one of the reasons I will never look like Sharleeta, my girl keeps insisting on making sugar cookies. (Check out her "apron" she came up with. Yes, I know....she's brilliant.)
I think I'll just take a bite of that nose and kiss that mouth for awhile. She's sweeter than the cookie dough!!
My favorite spot at the Bamboo Gardens. It's lovely any time of the year, I have a photo from the fall as well.
Doesn't this camellia look like a perfect rose bud? I've always loved how the petals layer so tightly. My girl was picking buds up off the ground and peeling the layers. Brought back long forgotten memories... I did that in my grandpa's yard.
We had a lovely time in Savannah. All my girl talked about was going to the other "library" and playing with Thomas the Train. She was so very patient while we took photos and generally amused herself in the dirt and picking berries off bushes. We finally ended up at Barnes and Noble, where she played to her heart's content.
Friday, March 14, 2008
I am looking forward to today (and tomorrow and the next day).
To Do List for this Weekend:
Work out (yes, I am. Why are you looking at me like that? Just cuz' I haven't all week? Pfft.)
Take photos. (as soon as I find my camera. Anyone know how to call a camera? "Here little camera! Come to mommy!")
Help hubby with a photo shoot in Savannah. (That's why I need my camera, I like to play too!)
Barnes and Noble (I mean, we'll be in Savannah ANYWAY!)
Studiously avoid any St. Patrick's Day festivities in Savannah. (I think their parade is the largest anywhere. I'm allergic to people.)
Read. (I've updated my reading list at Goodreads. If you're interested.)
Pull all my tax stuff together to take to the accountant. (Groan. Although, it's probably not as bad as I anticipate it being, I just don't like it. Period.)
Play. (I need to do this soon before I forget how.)
Thursday, March 13, 2008
I hate that I've been living for the weekend, but that is exactly what I've been doing this week.
I'm all off kilter and schedule. I have officially not worked out for a week now. What a slacker.
This morning, I got up early (and did not work out) and got online to catch up with my blogger friends. I feel it's been soooo long since I've seen you guys! Gosh, it revived me. I can feel my creativity returning. What a great feeling!
Hopefully, this weekend will begin to see life returning to some semblance of normal for me. I hope. I'm about sick of myself.
Oh, except I've GOT to get our tax stuff together. Oh Joy.
Somebody just shoot me and put me out of my misery.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Is anyone else having a hard time with the time change? I don't ever remember it affecting me this much. I cannot seem to catch up on my sleep since I went to Chicago (who is an hour behind me.) and then the time changed on the heels of that trip. Wah, I'm feeling old!
I haven't worked out at all this week. I go to bed with high expectations of getting up early as I usually do and it just isn't happening for me this week. I'm very disappointed in me. Then, with a great sense of timing, my body wouldn't fall asleep last night. ( and I wanted to SO badly!) It was 2:30 this morning before I finally slept. No getting up at 5 am, I can assure you. It was more like 8:35 and I scrambled to get to work by 9:45. That was a sight, I can assure you.
I'm at work and gotta fly.
(That really makes my pigtails stand out, I'll tell ya!)
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
When we read our Bible story at night, she is anxious for me (or daddy) to "tell me the words". It's so neat to pause at a word and hear her say it!
This thrills me to no end since I LOVE to read. I don't remember the process of learning to read, but I do know that momma always got on to me for reading at the table. When she made me put away the book I'd brought to the table, I'd grab the cereal box.
Looks like Part II in the saga of my life is about to take off!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Yesterday I simply crashed. Shuffling around the house like and old(er) woman. Pity that at this "young" age, my jet setting activities would lay me so low.
I tried to take advantage of a restful Sunday. Reading the newspaper. (Our "big city" newspaper felt so thin after getting the Chicago Tribune last Sunday). I found some books at the library Saturday. Sidenote: I recommend "1001 Paintings You Must See Before You Die."
Deep breath and then we'll plunge into this week, where you can picture me with a machete marching through my appointments, hair flying. (Don't you know free-style cutting is IN, dahling?!)
Thank God my super husband did something to the house during the week and cut a wide, clean swath through it so it was a pleasure to relax this weekend.
Right now, I'm mainlining caffeine in an effort to propel myself forward.
Hang on! Here we go!
Sunday, March 9, 2008
I'm an artist. Or, at the very least, I have an artist's heart if not an artist's temperament.
I'm also married to an artist.
I try to have a terrific attitude of casualness about many things which I find helps me carefully consider what things I think are truly important. It helps me not get tied up in knots about "little" things. ("Little things", being subjective to each individual, of course.)
There's a flamboyant sense of "anything goes" in my decorating. I'm drawn to brightly colored paint and whimsical designs, the result being playful and fun. (Or some one's idea of a violently colored nightmare.)
The consequence of this freewheeling existence is a lack of order in my world. Ironically, as a firstborn, I like things orderly. But as a working wife/mother/artist/friend, there is usually only time to spare to do the urgent. (i.e. wash clothes, do dishes, clean bathrooms, etc.) Yes, the stay-at-home dad/husband helps with these things, but there's always SOMETHING crying out for attention. A fire to be put out. In my ideal world (where I live in my imagination) I would have time to work on creative endeavors which include, but are not limited to,: writing, painting, sewing, knitting, gardening, decorating, doing mosaics, renovating, playing with my 4 year old, cooking, serving, long meaningful conversations with my husband , reading, watching movies, visiting museums, travelling, & taking photographs. Looking at this list, I have no time for the mundane!
Fortunately, my job is of the artistic type, or I think I should die a slow, painful death of spirit.
There are spots of frenzied activity, when, after things have been piled here and there for so long, we (or one of us), in a fit of exasperation or desperation -or both- begins to shuffle things around, sorting and re stacking but never quite effectively enough to become " the New World Order".
Couple this malady with a myriad of unfinished projects (together with the no-yet-started projects) and you have a perennially frustrated firstborn.
I vacillate between a cheerleader's enthusiastic optimism (We can do this! Yes we can!) and a world weary pessimism (Who the hell cares? It'll just get dirty and/or messed up again.)
Is there a happy medium in all this? Does it really matter? Is this one of the "little things" I'm fretting over despite my determination otherwise? Is it another example of my see-sawing artistic temperament? I want to enjoy the freedom that comes through artistic expressions, but am I duping myself into believing in something that doesn't exist for me?
Or am I fodder for a psychology lab?
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Where I work, buy groceries, fold clothes and continually try to figure out what to cook for supper.
Tell me again why I blog? On second thought, tell me why you read my blogs?
You know, it's really interesting to go to another part of the country and realize that things are a little different. Like, food for instance. (Of course, there are other things as well, but let's talk food.) It was almost impossible for me to order eggs for breakfast in Chicago.
Maybe I could have had scrambled eggs or an omelet. But I definitely could not order eggs over easy in Chicago. There was nothing to mix them with.
O.K., MAYBE I could have put them on toast and had ooey, gooey delight.
But it wouldn't have been the same without GRITS, people.
The indescribable glory of grits mixed with the soft center of the eggs, salted and peppered...heaven.
Now, house potatoes are fine. Alone. With ketchup. But you cannot mix eggs with house potatoes.
It just doesn't work.
Not in my world.
Another thing out of my realm of comprehension are designer products. On the one hand I understand the artistry of the design. I understand pricing (to a degree) for your art. I DON'T understand paying hundreds and/or thousands of dollars for a designer purse. Or dress. Or pair of shoes. I have a friend who has a Vuitton bag and Chanel sunglasses. I know someone else who has several designer things. True blue. Not Chinatown knock-offs. I've asked why they pay so much money for something they can get for much less expensively (by not getting a designer product) and they said it was something like an investment. They knew they liked it and that it would last forever. I'm thinking forever is a long time and I change my mind a lot. What if I get tired of that purse? Plus, I guess I'm the type that likes a lot of bang for my buck. Instead of getting one item for 700.00, I'd get lots of different items for that same amount of money. I do like fine quality and will pay a little more for that. butI guess our standards are different.
And the responsibility of it all! If I bought a purse for 700.00, I would be afraid to carry it around for fear that I would lose it or someone (sniffing out it's pedigree) would snatch it. And God forbid I get something on it or snag it! (As I am wont to do.) No, I'll stick with my department store purses and choke when I find them on sale for 30.00.
Then again, maybe I'm just cheap. Er, thrifty.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
These are views of the entry of the hotel: Chicago Hilton.
Katherine McPhee: spokesperson for Big Sexy Hair products.
Michael did Katherine's hair on stage... a quick updo.
Voila! The finished style!
Shots from the special event Sunday night--Future Vision...
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
My Challa French Toast. That was NOT cool whip on that plate. That was the real deal. I ate every speck. I also waddled out. A pretty patch of snow at the beautiful 4th Presbyterian Church. I've been told it's the same church where they filmed "My Best Friend's Wedding". Sorry, no pictures allowed in the church. But it was beautiful.
View from the Sears Tower.
More gastronomical goodies.
View from my hotel window. Morning over Chicago. Isn't that light beautiful?My haircut inspiration. (Paul Mitchell's new trends.)Overlooking the hairshow floor. Exhibits and stages for demonstrating hair.I didn't get photos in the Art Institute. I don't think they allow photos in there and my hands were full anyway. Mrs. Blogaway, I didn't see that painting that you mentioned, but I think I saw every other one that he ever did.
I think I was wrong about the other exhibit. I think it was Winslow Homer's watercolors. Not Whistler. Either way, I scanned that one on the way to Hopper.