Monday, March 29, 2010
Balance
So I just spent an hour at the gym stretching, working out, cardio, blah. Then I came home and ate a 'fun size' Butterfinger (a whole case would have been more fun). Woo-hoo, riding the insulin shock train today. Diabetes here I come! It would make sense to also get some caffeine in the mix now, right?
Friday, March 26, 2010
The long road home
He's only half way back, but I really like the notion that Monsieur is closer to home. By the time he pulls in tomorrow, the little Clovi-beast and I shall be euphoric. The Mid-monster will just roll his little kitty eyes as the rest of us wag, sniff & lick.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Lyrics
There is something about great lyrics. 'Sunday Morning Coming Down' gets to me every time.
There ain't nothin short of dyin
half as lonesome as the sound
of the sleepin city sidewalks
Sunday mornin comin down.
~Kristofferson
There ain't nothin short of dyin
half as lonesome as the sound
of the sleepin city sidewalks
Sunday mornin comin down.
~Kristofferson
Monday, March 22, 2010
Behold
I spent the morning turning over/watering the compost pile and adding many bags of composted cow, lime & ash. I even broke the good pitch fork. Managed to remove vast quatities of ivy that had invaded over the winter too.
Once I get ahold of a good sized tarp, will cover this sucker over to help it ferment and discourage plant life from taking over again. Wish me luck with it.
Maybe we'll get more worms this year and I can make a neighborhood business of selling them to all the recreational fishing freaks around the neighborhood (the poor fish must get tired of being repeatedly caught and thrown back in - guess it's better than being caught and kept out though?).
Once I get ahold of a good sized tarp, will cover this sucker over to help it ferment and discourage plant life from taking over again. Wish me luck with it.
Maybe we'll get more worms this year and I can make a neighborhood business of selling them to all the recreational fishing freaks around the neighborhood (the poor fish must get tired of being repeatedly caught and thrown back in - guess it's better than being caught and kept out though?).
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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Friday, March 12, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Ikea
Maybe Ikea is filled with fun and interesting products. I have a sneaking feeling that were I a bachelorette, half my home would be comprised of their wares.
Yesterday, Mr. gave in to my consumerist naggings and took me to the Ikea in Charlotte. It was even busier than I had anticipated - just finding parking was a challenge.
As we neared the building, the familiar mall scent filled our nostrils. By this 'mall scent', what I really mean is the smell of a thousand cinna-buns trying to burn up into our brain.
We first toured around the larger furniture sections/room examples. From afar, I thought I saw a few accessory items that might appeal. However, it was too much work to wade thru the waves of semi-comatose children who were flailing away behind their grazing parents. Ikea clearly hasn't gotten the idea down about just how lazy this American is.
Eventually, the Disney-esque line shuffled us forward to the stairs where you can exit or go down to look at smaller items. All good sense was telling me to run. I should have followed that instinct. Of course, Mr. had driven all that way and there must be something that we needed, right? Right?
I found a pretty melamine/plastic/whatever bowl that we didn't need. After a moment's hesitation, it was returned to the shelf. We snaked along following the arrows on the floor so as not to miss a possible shopping opportunity. The textiles were the only area where I perked up. But, again, it was swarming. Keep trudging on.
We had almost gone thru the whole Ikea store with nothing to show. The oversized bag I was carrying remained empty. I did rather preen my feathers a bit that we had not been suckered into getting a cart or one of those bag-holder-open carts.
As you make your way around, you can see holes thru the walls of merchandise that go back to things you have already passed. One of the last holes framed the display of plastic bowls I had (sort of) admired at the beginning of our downstairs odyssey. Clearly it was meant to be!
Finally we got to the checkout lines with our big purchase. Only the words of my darling companion kept me guilt-ridden enough to not place the bowl with the other discards at the back of the line. I will say that this final check-out line went at a reasonable pace.
In any case, we are not in a rush to go back there again. Perhaps it might be fun to stop early on a Monday morning returning home after a weekend in Charlotte. Somehow I feel as though I gained 5 pounds just inhaling the sugar fumes for so long.
Mr. was fairly good-humored about the whole endeavor. He felt that it was slightly amusing to see how 'normal people' interact. Besides, we got a sunny day driving about together. And I have a new bowl!
Yesterday, Mr. gave in to my consumerist naggings and took me to the Ikea in Charlotte. It was even busier than I had anticipated - just finding parking was a challenge.
As we neared the building, the familiar mall scent filled our nostrils. By this 'mall scent', what I really mean is the smell of a thousand cinna-buns trying to burn up into our brain.
We first toured around the larger furniture sections/room examples. From afar, I thought I saw a few accessory items that might appeal. However, it was too much work to wade thru the waves of semi-comatose children who were flailing away behind their grazing parents. Ikea clearly hasn't gotten the idea down about just how lazy this American is.
Eventually, the Disney-esque line shuffled us forward to the stairs where you can exit or go down to look at smaller items. All good sense was telling me to run. I should have followed that instinct. Of course, Mr. had driven all that way and there must be something that we needed, right? Right?
I found a pretty melamine/plastic/whatever bowl that we didn't need. After a moment's hesitation, it was returned to the shelf. We snaked along following the arrows on the floor so as not to miss a possible shopping opportunity. The textiles were the only area where I perked up. But, again, it was swarming. Keep trudging on.
We had almost gone thru the whole Ikea store with nothing to show. The oversized bag I was carrying remained empty. I did rather preen my feathers a bit that we had not been suckered into getting a cart or one of those bag-holder-open carts.
As you make your way around, you can see holes thru the walls of merchandise that go back to things you have already passed. One of the last holes framed the display of plastic bowls I had (sort of) admired at the beginning of our downstairs odyssey. Clearly it was meant to be!
Finally we got to the checkout lines with our big purchase. Only the words of my darling companion kept me guilt-ridden enough to not place the bowl with the other discards at the back of the line. I will say that this final check-out line went at a reasonable pace.
In any case, we are not in a rush to go back there again. Perhaps it might be fun to stop early on a Monday morning returning home after a weekend in Charlotte. Somehow I feel as though I gained 5 pounds just inhaling the sugar fumes for so long.
Mr. was fairly good-humored about the whole endeavor. He felt that it was slightly amusing to see how 'normal people' interact. Besides, we got a sunny day driving about together. And I have a new bowl!
Trite, stupid, sobbing...
I had avoided 'Marley and Me' very well. All I could think was that it was going to be stupid people recounting their boring life which just happened to contain a wonderful dog (since I have yet to meet a truly stupid or boring dog).
Several people suggested that I read the book and even more recommended the film. My will waivered and last night we settled down (much to the chagrin and ongoing sensibilities of Mr.) for an evening of Wilson-Anniston based entertainment. It was pretty much all that we had expected. A lot of rather irritating 'we can do this' bits.
Of course, you know how it's going to end and as soon as it took that turn I began sobbing like one of the spoiled children in the film. Pathetic! I am so disappointed in myself. Here is the girl that has fallen asleep during 'Beaches' and laugh - laugh I tells ya - at Julia Roberts in Steel Magnolias. What the hell.
I had to immediately watch a worse movie to make me laugh - we went for a remake - 'the Taking of Pelham 123'. I strongly suggest not watching this movie, unless you too are trying to recover your dignity from having allowed something stupid to make you weep hysterically. In that case it's the perfect quantity of fast-food-film.
Several people suggested that I read the book and even more recommended the film. My will waivered and last night we settled down (much to the chagrin and ongoing sensibilities of Mr.) for an evening of Wilson-Anniston based entertainment. It was pretty much all that we had expected. A lot of rather irritating 'we can do this' bits.
Of course, you know how it's going to end and as soon as it took that turn I began sobbing like one of the spoiled children in the film. Pathetic! I am so disappointed in myself. Here is the girl that has fallen asleep during 'Beaches' and laugh - laugh I tells ya - at Julia Roberts in Steel Magnolias. What the hell.
I had to immediately watch a worse movie to make me laugh - we went for a remake - 'the Taking of Pelham 123'. I strongly suggest not watching this movie, unless you too are trying to recover your dignity from having allowed something stupid to make you weep hysterically. In that case it's the perfect quantity of fast-food-film.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Sprung
March 1 - the blooming has begun. Every year I promise to plant more crocus bulbs and then by the time autumn arrives, I forget. This year it's on! What could be more cheerful?
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