Friday, September 22, 2006

It's a Peter Gabriel Kind Of Day...


Don't ask me why- the MusicGods obviously decided; as I was running errands this morning, I heard three different Peter Gabriel songs, on three different radio stations. Now that I am back at home (yay! too many errands make me cranky as all hell...) I decided to just stick with it. I do love PG... I highly recommend him if you're looking for someone to listen to today.

He fits nicely with the kind of mood that I am in - surprisingly laid back, for all the activity that has been eddying about me. It's just been one of those weeks - too much to do, too much running around, etc. Too much stuff I hafta do; not time for the stuff I wanna do. Usually, that has me cranky as all hell - but for some reason, I'm just kind of rolling with it.

This, I believe, can be directly attributed to the weather. I don't care about the official Autumnal Equinox not occurring until tomorrow - we're having a much-needed and long awaited cool snap here. This morning, I actually dug some jeans out of the bottom drawer**, and still had to come back in the house for a jacket. Additionally, saw the first red leaves appear on the dogwood this morning. I swear, these weren't here yesterday...

I'm not getting my hopes up too much - I know that this is just a teaser, and we'll get several "Indian Summers" that'll heat things back up again. But for now, I'm just going to enjoy it...

NOTE: I've really been away from the computer a great deal the past few days - partly because of aforementioned errands, etc, and partly due to some asshattery on the part of my ISP. Who blames it on the phone company, who in turn blames it on the ISP, ad infinitum. Sigh...
I've got lots of email to return, and lots of blogs to visit and comment on - looking forward to getting caught up!



**As a somewhat incredulous aside, I grabbed for the...um, how do I put this?... fatgrrrl jeans this morning. You would think that I was gearing up to hibernate the way I've been eating lately. So, fatgrrrl jeans seemed the order of the day. Lo&Behold - fatgrrrl jeans are loose??? Sweet.

Not feeling confident enough to reach for the skinnygrrrl jeans just yet - but nice to know that I'm not bursting out of the fatgrrrl ones. Which would have been my guess... < / overly girly discussion >

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Mystery Solved...

Click on either picture of the mystery fruit below - and the answer will be revealed.
As will my oh-so-very-scientific research method!

Is It Smart To Eat Something, When You Don't Even Know What It Is?



Particularly if it looks like this?

I was in Publix today - looking for some fun fruit to put in Schecky's lunchbox (I don't know about him, but I'm tired of the same old watermelon,/strawberry/apple that I've been putting in there lately...) I was reaching for some raspberries (on sale this week!) when I saw these... things! What in the world?

There was no sign, no sticker, no nothing to give me any information about them. So I gingerly picked one up and took it back to the produce associate and asked, basically "What in the world?" Very helpfully, she replied "I don't know. You want to try it? I'll give it to you as a sample."

Honestly, my first thought was a "Hell to the no" that would have made Whitney Houston proud. But then I remembered, Bubba and I are always telling Schecky that it's important to try new foods. You don't have to like it, you don't even have to finish it, but it's important to try new things - how else will you know what you do and don't like...*

Still, I am hesitant. Face it, whatever this thing is, it's U-G-L-Y. And frankly, it looks a bit scary. I ask the produce lady if she's tried it, and she looks at me as if to say "are you kidding?" I decide to bite the bullet, or rather, the scary fruit...

She gets a knife and splits the rind. (peel? husk? I don't even know what to call it) Oh my God - it gets weirder. Nestled inside is this squidgy, gooey looking sphere. It's definitely slimy, and very gelatinous looking. It looks like nothing so much as a big gross eyeball. Is it too late to back out now?

Inside the Mystery Fruit


I realize that now all three produce ladies have gathered around me, and are anxiously waiting for me to try it. Guess it's too late. "Remember," I think to myself, "It's important to try new things..."

I slurp the orb up out of its shell, and I bite down on it very carefully. I'm glad, because there is a big old fibrous pit in the middle of it. The flesh is very juicy, and yes, a little slimy. It's not as off-putting as I feared. It's sweet, and it tastes a little bit familiar...what is it???

Then it dawns on me - it tastes a lot like a grape. A green grape, that has been peeled so that you're left with just the sweet gooshy inside part. Really, it's kind of nice.
Also - upon reflection, it seemed a perfect treat for an eight year old boy. I mean really - you start of with this evil looking spiked thing, and then you open it up and there's an eyeball inside? And you can eat it and it tastes good?

So I bought a handful**, and brought them home. And they were every bit the hit I hoped they would be! Schecky was every bit as grossed out and excited as I had thought.
Schecky Examines the Pit of the Mystery Fruit


But the mystery remains... does anyone know what the heck these are?

(And Schecky's shoes are not usually up on the counter. I had announced at the beginning of the school year that after a summer of no-sock-wearing, his Keens were too stinky to wear anymore. Today I was being all domestic goddess-y and I was thinking what a shame it was that he couldn't wear them anymore. I threw them in the washer with a big load of towels and bleached the heck out of everything and hoped for the best. (But I figured, if I ruined them, no big whoop - they were too stinky to wear anyway) Anyhow, they came out intact, and are now stinky-foot free! I set them up on the counter to dry, not realizing just how unappetizing shoes on the counter look. But, for what it's worth, they are really, really clean shoes. And once I saw this picture, I moved them to a window sill to finish drying....)


*As an aside, I have to say that Scheck is a fantastic eater. He is very interested in food, and where it came from. I take for granted how great an eater he is, but when I think back to my days as a kid, I am sure that I wouldn't have tried half the stuff that he not only has tried, but likes! Don't get me wrong, he loves his Mac&Cheese and FrenchFries as much as any other kid, but how many kids do you know list "cuttlefish" as one of their favorite foods?
You'll be glad to know that since it's darn near impossible to find a restaurant in America (or at least the Southern states) that serves cuttlefish, he has decided that octopus is an acceptable substitute. Would you have eaten that as a child? I wouldn't have...


**The checkout process was long and somewhat funny. Turns out the cashier really hates it when you try to buy food that no one can name. Turns out that after they call over not one, not two, but three managers - that third manager will get fed up with the whole process and announce that the weird fruit is free... WooHoo, free weird fruit...

Capello, This One's For You...

Because you've had a hellish long weekend...

And because you're the only other person who will admit to reading FBoFW on a regular basis...

I now present for your reading enjoyment: The End of the Foobiverse*



*I read this this morning, and laughed so hard that I sucked my morning Diet Coke up my nose a little.
Twice.
So have a little fun with it, 'cause kiddo, you've earned it...


(And, it goes without saying that non-Capello readers are welcome to enjoy this as well!)

Monday, September 18, 2006

Thing Of Beauty????

It might not be gorgeous, but that represents 8 or so hours of my life right there.
(And I know I don't want to examine the toilet as a metaphor for my life, so I'll just stop that train of thought right there...)


I went to put away my tools, and grab the camera so I could take a picture of the new toilet seat in all its glory - and when I returned to the bathroom, I found ThingTwo* inspecting my (not-so-)handiwork. Cats are so funny... the minute you bring anything new in the house, they just aren't happy until they sit on it.


(There's probably a metaphor in there somewhere, too. But I don't feel like exploring that one either.
What I feel like is exploring a big old margarita, and checking out some of the new shows that are coming on TV tonight. What I will be doing, instead, however, is attending a Cub Scout meeting. The fun just isn't stopping today...

Good thing I'm Southern. Tomorrow is another day...)



*Also known as "Mean Little Thing"...

Sigh...

I've got some stuff that I want to blog about, really I do.

There's the trip to Barnsley Gardens from last weekend, with a few accompanying photos. There's the Turq Trunk Show that I managed to get to Friday. There's even the "before" pictures of the sf bathroom, which I'd like to get posted before the "after" shots are ready.... And would you believe it, I am starting to think that the end may be near. I am going to need help with "window treatments" - and have even got a few fabric swatches to run by you all - but aside from that, the end is in sight! Yippee!

So why am I not doing any of these things?

Because life keeps getting in my way.
Not in a bad way, nothing like that. I just seem to have fallen into some sort of weird TwiLightZone-ish kind of place where everything is at least five times more complicated than it should be. Which isn't leaving me the time that I would like to post about the aforementioned stuff.
Heck, it's not leaving me much time at all! I've gotten some good reading done (see, another thing I'd like to share - I've got some good book recommendations!) but no knitting in days...

What do I mean, "weird place where everything is way more complicated than it should be?" Take today as a perfect example. Ask me what I've done today. G'head, ask...

I started to say "I changed out the toilet seat" - except that would be an untruth. I'm in the middle of swapping out the toilet seat; I started this morning at 8 am and I am still not done.
I told myself that I could take a quick break and blog something quick-like-a-bunny, so as to settle down a bit. I was beginning to froth at the mouth...

How can it take 8 plus hours to change a toilet seat? It goes a little something like this:

  • Go to Home Depot to buy a new toilet seat.
    After much browsing, purchase the one that you think is the right size.

  • Get it home, and realize that it's not the right size.

  • Mutter exasperated things under your breath, and return to Home Depot.

  • Return wrong size toilet seat.
    Purchase correct sized toilet seat.

  • Return home.

  • Attempt to remove old toilet seat. Since the bolts which attach the seat to the porcelain are totally corroded, this will involve a lot of WD-40, a hack saw, and over an hour of time. (oh, and the muttering is becoming more omnious...)

  • Finally get old seat removed. Take new, correctly sized seat out of box.

  • Yell out loud "Seriously?" in your best Grey's Anatomy voice.
    It's OK - no one else is home to hear you...
    The seat is broken in half, lengthwise. How is this even possible?

  • Engage in some mild cursing, and return to Home Depot.

  • Stand in incredibly long line with cranky people and one even crankier cashier (who, ironically, remembers you - and cracks what is perhaps his only smile of the day when you finally get to the front of the line and show him the damaged seat.)

  • Return seat.
    Buy new one.
    This time, you check the seat before you leave the store.

  • Return home.
    Start to install new seat.
    Realize that the nuts that they have given you to attach the new seat to the porcelain part have this large kind of thumb grip on them. This is nice, as it means that it will be easier to hand-tighten. In theory.

    In reality, the stupid thumb screw means that the nut is too big, and can not turn around. (The bolt is very close to the toilet bowl, and the nut must be smooth sided in order to rotate around.)

  • Contemplate using the nuts off the old toilet seat.
    Remember that you had to use hacksaw to cut them off.

  • Curse.
    Loudly.
    Use the "good" curse words - because you are still the only one home.
    (That reminds you, what time is it? You've got a kid to pick up! Crap...if you run out of the house right now, you'll get there only a few minutes late!)

  • Run out of the house right now. Pick up kid, only a few minutes late.

  • Take hardware-storing-hating kid to the hardware store.
    Notice you are NOT going back to Home Depot. You just couldn't face it one more time today.

  • Wander around hardware store for stupidly long time looking for new toilet bolt nuts. (The 12 year old in you snickers at the thought of toilet nuts...) Finally find them, pay for them (after waiting in yet another seriously long line)

  • Return home. Look at toilet. Think "I just can't deal with you now..." Help child with homework. Compose long (and probably whiny/uninteresting) blog post about the day.

Sad, huh?
And, people - it seems like everything has been going like this as of late? Does this ever happen to anyone else? This housewife stuff is not for sissies....

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Geeky Thing I Am Excited About...


Today in the mail, these came: a complete set of Childcraft books from 1990 that I got from eBay.

These make me happy for a number of reasons - the first of which is that I had a set of these when I was a child. Mine were way out of date, too (maybe from the early 60's?) - but I loved them. I remember how I would grab a volume, and build myself a nest at the top of the stairs and settle down and pour over it for hours. I was feeling nostalgic about that the other day, when I realized that I was probably about Schecky's age when I fell under the ChildCraft spell. Hmmm - a quick call to my mom informed me that she had given the books away, probably 20 years ago. No worries - that's why eBay was invented...

I stalked various sets for a while - sets of varying completion, various vintage years. The biggest stumbling block for me was the shipping rates! Some sellers were charging $30 and $40 for shipping, a little steep for my blood.

After some serious and somewhat patient (for me!) looking, I found this set - which I got for right at $25. Including shipping. (Yet another thing that makes me happy.)

But the thing that makes me happiest of all? How excited Schecky was when he got home from school and saw them! He immediately selected a volume (#2 - Stories and Poems) and we spent a fantastic hour snuggled up on the couch, reading from "The Wind In the Willows". That was my money's worth, right there...

Geeky Thing That Is Freaking Me Out A Little...

First thing you should know - I take the comics very seriously. Very seriously indeed.

They are the very first thing that I read in the paper. Some days, it's the only thing that gets read in the paper.
(But, no matter how busy the day, the comics get read and the crossword gets done. )

It's the way that I was brought up, I guess. We all read the comics, and we actually talked about them at dinner. (When we weren't playing Jeopardy, but that's a story for another time.)
Turns out that's how my mom's family always did it, too. I come from a long line of comic strip readers. I guess I thought that absolutely everyone was that way - it wasn't until I went away to college that I realized that lots of people have no interest in the comics.

But not us - my parents sent me a subscription to my hometown newspaper for all four years of college, just so I could keep up with all "my" strips. To this day, they are still comic enablers - my dad cuts out my favorite strip* for me every day, since I don't get it in my newspaper. He sends them in a packet every two weeks like clockwork, and we (Bubba, Schecky and I) anxiously await their fortnightly arrival.**

Anyway - I'm getting off topic here. What I am trying to get to is the fact that I love the comics; Bubba and Schecky love the comics; we all read them religiously and discuss them. I also enjoy reading critiques of the comics***, and getting additional commentary.
So - I occasionally visit the official site of "For Better or For Worse". This has long been my mother's favorite strip, but it wasn't until the last few years that I have come to appreciate it. Anyway, I went to the fborfw site yesterday, and realized that something just wasn't right. It took me a few minutes to figure it out, but when I did, it kind of creeped me out...

What the heck am I talking about? Go see for yourself. Go visit this strip (or pretty much any strip in the archive)... Look at it for a minute or two. See if you can figure out what is just so, so wrong...

The answer will appear in the "Comments" section of this post. And tell me if you don't agree with me....




*This is the funniest strip I've read since "Calvin and Hobbes" and I just love it. Everyone should be reading it, and more papers should be carrying it. I think that the AJC Comic Page Editor has had my phone number blocked, because I've called and left him so many voice mails telling him so...

**Isn't this one of the sweetest things that you've ever heard? And yes, I know that I could just read the strip online, but he doesn't know that. And my dad and I, well - that's a tough relationship, always has been. This is the first father-daughter thing we've ever had. So there's no way I'm going to blow it by telling him about "the internets".

***My latest find, which delights me to no end, is The Comics Curmudgeon. Imagine Television Without Pity - except with snarky comic strip recaps. I'm in heaven...

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Will The Dishcloth Madness Ever Abate???*

Well, not any time soon, it would appear...

My mother's birthday is rapidly approaching, so I took a self-declared "personal day" on Monday and sat down and cranked out three dishcloths for her newly remodeled and absolutely fabulous kitchen. At first I was not excited about the mocha/cafe au lait color scheme, but I must admit that the more I worked with it, the more it grew on me. It seems kind of grown-up, and maybe a little bit chic??? (I mean, for a dishcloth!)

I struggle with how to package these. I am pretty pleased with the washcloth packaging, but am still not quite sure what to do with the dishcloths.
Also - I can't decide if I set of three is too many, or if I should be grouping these in sets of two (maybe each using the same color scheme, but each the inverse of the other...) I'd love any input that anyone has on that!

Since I decided to keep the lovely little bird stitch markers for my selfish, selfish self - I stopped by the most amazing yarn store today and picked up a few little goodies for my mom: some nice bamboo needles, a few notion-y doodad-y things. If you are ever in intown Atlanta, you've got to stop by Knitch - it's totally fabulous.
Seriously, it is the most beautiful yarn shop that I've ever been in. It's also the most well-stocked; the sheer amount of yarn is breath-taking. And it runs the gamut, too - for every super-duper luxe high end pricey yarn, there was a nice economy equivalent as well. Lots of Cascade 220, and even Peaches & Creme... And don't even get me started on the book selection!

All of these things are wonderful - but the thing that will have me going back is the people working there! Such a friendly, welcoming and interested bunch of ladies - quite a contrast to the other two yarns stores that are somewhat geographically convenient. At one of those, the employees are too busy talking to each other to acknowledge you - they make it seem so clique-y that it takes some of the fun out of it. The other, well - the dragon lady who must own it (since she's the only one I ever see there) acts as if she hates every customer who walks in the door. (I only ever go to that shop if I am totally desperate and need something RIGHT NOW - trust me, if you treat me as if I am the biggest annoyance in the world, I'll gladly take my business elsewhere...)

Anyway, great space, great merchandise, great people - I've got nothing but rave reviews for Knitch - my new LYS of choice...




*Even though this is just another boring dishcloth post, aren't you all excited that there are pictures again? I've been hit-and-run blogging for the last several posts. You all really shouldn't let me get away with such behavior!

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Newest Shiny Thing to Catch My Eye...

Even cooler than a sock monkey dress, if you can believe it.

I want it.
I don't need it, so I'm not going to get it.
But - boy oh boy, am I feeling all covetous and lustful and stuff...



Edited to add: Bubba just pointed out that I could clip it to the sock monkey dress. The only thing that could make this any better would be a purse full of candy bars...

Friday, September 08, 2006

How Much Am I Loving This?

Sock Monkey Dress

I. Totally. Want. One.

WIP Friday...

Well - originally, I had intended for this to be yet another boring post about working on the bathroom. And I even got so far as to start it, and I realized that I am so over it right now that I can't even/don't want to talk about it. The short version is that it's not finished.* I'll update sometime next week when I'm excited about it again...

There has not been much else done around here this week - very little reading, very little knitting, and absolutely no cooking.
We've been living on cold cereal and Lean Cuisines. Maybe it's not the painting that is making me cranky as all hell, maybe it's the food!

Despite the time-sucking vacuum that is the all-consuming painting project, I do have a few things on needles...

I am working on some dishrags for my mom's birthday next week - brown and beige. Not the most exciting sounding color combination, I know - but it will match her newly renovated kitchen, and I think it's kind of quietly sophisticated?


I also am working on a Scribble Scarf - from the Mason-Dixon Knitting book.

I'm using the gorgeous "George Bailey" Cinema yarn that I got from the lovely and generous Bekka.
It is amazing that I still think that ribbon-yarn is gorgeous - because it is a big old pain to work with. It keeps getting twisted up in these crazy spirals and twists. With this pattern, I am not sure that it matters or not if the ribbon is twisty - however my ObsessiveCompulsive personality, coupled with my fear that to look right the "scribbles" need to be loose have kept me frantic. No exaggeration - for every hour I've spent knitting on this, I've spent a half an hour untwisting/untangling the ribbon.
I'm not sure if you can tell from the picture or not - but I've actually spooled it around a cone and, using a high-tech system of rubber bands and binder clips, I only release a yard or so of ribbon at a time. It's a pain, but at least I'm not untangling...




Something that is inspiring me to start more knitting projects came in the mail today: these adorable BlueBird stitch markers from GoodToBeGirl. Aren't they the cutest? I am now itching to make something that will require me to use them. Seems like I owe 3 people some little bears - I'll have to get back to those!
These stitch markers were purchased with the idea that I'd give them to my mom as part of her birthday present, but I'm rethinking that position. Look at them! I'm smitten, and I don't think I can part with them. She won't miss what she didn't even know she was getting - will she???



*And it's not getting finished this weekend - I am taking a break from all things painting. Bubba and I are taking a belated anniversary trip here this weekend.
In an odd twist of fate, Schecky will be attending the anniversary weekend too. He is so excited to be included, and keeps asking about "our big anniversary trip". It ought to be nice, in a family-friendly kind of way, although not the nice romantic weekend we had originally planned upon.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

I've Got To Admit, It's Getting Better...


Slowly, but surely, progress is being made...

We Had a Panda!

Another quick hit here -

We had a panda!!!!

And by that, I obviously don't mean that I personally had a panda - LunLun at Zoo Atlanta had a cub yesterday afternoon!

I am strangely excited by this.
Earlier in the year, there was a series of "is she/isn't she" pregnancy articles in the newspaper- and then they just kind of tapered off. And I guess that I just kind of forgot about it. But when I brought in the paper this morning, there it was - front page news*.

Bless her heart - 36 hours worth of labor? There may be more to this story, as it turns out that pandas have twins about half the time - so if we get another cub, I'll let you know...
Or maybe you can see for yourself on the PandaCam!


*Which was a nice change from our recent front page headlines, which lately have consisted of:
* how bad our schools are
*how fat our population is
*some sort of horrible/tragic/bizarre death/hostage situation/drug deal gone awry
*or - last but certainly not least - one of our state's fine politicians just generally embarrassing him/herself and the rest of the state as well.
(and yes, Cynthia, I do mean you. Although, unfortunately, you are not alone in acting as an embarrassment...)

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Good Free Thing Alert...

The iTunes Music Store "Free Download of the Week" - Los Angeles, by SUGARCULT - really rocks.


What has become of me?
I want, I want, I want everything


If I were a clever grrrl, I'd give you a link to directly to the song, but no one's ever accused me of being terribly clever, and I just can't seem to make it work.
Just go to the iTunes Music Store, and you'll see the free download link about halfway down the page...

It's Still Very Much A WIP...


Ugh
Thank you to everyone to took the time to reassure me that we're not the worst home-owners ever - although, I still suspect that we should be in the running!

So, believing that the homeowners do all the work on those shows is like believing in wrestling. Good to know.
This explains why I didn't catch on - I was in college before I knew that wrestling was, ummm, "scripted".
And I didn't figure it out on my own, someone had to tell me.
I can be quite slow to catch on to things... I like to think that that is one of my more endearing traits...

Still hard at work on the bathroom painting project. I will post some pictures when it's done. Which is totally embarrassing. You know how you get to where you see something so often, you don't really see it anymore? Yeah. That's where we were with all the things that were wrong with the bathroom.
Also, have I mentioned before that this interest in the house is very, very, very new? Up until very recently, as long as it was reasonably clean, and we could shovel a path from room-to-room, I didn't much care what it looked like. Which you will see for yourselves soon enough.

Just to give you a taste of the loveliness - there's a picture of where the shower enclosure is attached to the wall. Nice, hmmm?

Back to painting. I'm working on the wainscoting now.
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun....

Monday, September 04, 2006

How Do They Do It On Those "Trading Spaces" Shows???

We started work on painting the bathroom at 10 am Saturday.
(As luck would have it, the 16th anniversary is the "help your wife paint the bathroom" anniversary!)

We have done nothing but work on the bathroom all weekend. No getting dressed up, no going out for a fancy dinner and a movie, nothing but work on the painting project. So, it should be done, right?

I wish.

I totally wish.
We've got the ceiling painted. And we just finished all the cutting in work on the upper half of the walls (the lower half is beadboard wainscoting and, boy howdy, I'm looking forward to that!) and I am getting ready to roll the first coat of paint on them.

How do those people on TV do an entire room, top to bottom, in less time than this? How inept are we that it has taken us two-and-a-half days, and we are maybe halfway through?

To paraphrase my friend, Capello: stupid flipping prep work...

Friday, September 01, 2006

Crappy Anniversary!*


Then




Now


(you can click on either picture to learn a little bit more about it.)


*'cause that's how we've always said it around here.
We're just all witty and clever like that.
Also, neither of us is really the sentimental type...

That having been said -it's been a great 16 years, and I'd do it all over again.
In a heartbeat.

Crappy anniversary, Bubba...

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Irony...


Ignore the cocoa.
You're supposed to be looking at the clock.
I love my little pink clock. I do, really...
It's cute and it's cheery.
And I just figured out that it is making my life a living hell...

I got this clock earlier this year - maybe as a belated holiday gift to myself? And basically, it was all about love. I saw it and was immediately smitten.
Not only is it totally girly and pink (and being in the only girl in the house, I decided that sometimes I do need something all girlsome just to mark my place in this world...) but it promised to "wake me up to gentle illuminating light" - how can you not love that? It sounded so soothing.
Also, it sounded considerate - I hate hearing someone else's alarm go off, and since I am typically the first person up around here, it seemed like a nice idea not to have to disturb Bubba and Schecky with the sound of my alarm.

Well, it took some time to get used to it. At first, I totally slept through the gentle illuminating light. Which is bad - because after a minute or two of gentle illuminating light, the alarm from hell rings - it sounds like the tardy bell from the elementary school of your nightmares! That bell is loud and harsh...

But, I gradually trained myself to recognize the gentle pulses of light, and soon I was being roused from the land of slumber by flashes of pale pink light. Quite pleasant, actually. And I got really good at it - consistently waking up with the first few flashes, no more Hell's Bells to disturb the rest of the family.

This is a good thing, right? Maybe not.

Lately, I've been having the worst nights I can remember. We've been having a lot of late night thunderstorms - and I've been waking bolt upright at the first clap of thunder. Which is really unusual. I can sleep through anything - it's a joke around here. Hurricane Opal hit here many years ago, nearly brought the house down and I slept through the entire thing*. So why have I been waking up every single night this week in the wee hours?

This morning, as 2 am found me once again wide awake - it hit me. It's not the thunder. It's not even the pouring rain. It's the lightning.
I have gotten so good at waking myself up at the first flash of light that when the first bolt of lightning zigs across the night sky - I am awake.

And then I can't get back to sleep.

Now I have the world's worst headache, and I am cranky as all sin.
Stupid little pink clock.

Oh, who am I kidding. I can't stay mad at you...
Anyone know how to make blackout curtains for the bedroom?



*Later, after hearing everyone else's tales of the storm, I asked Bubba why he didn't wake me up! He replied that he just wanted to see how long I could sleep through it. I missed the whole thing...

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Another Most Excellent Mail Day...


Anticipation...
Today's daily grind -- the all-too-familiar decluttering, reorganizing etc. -- was pleasantly interrupted by the arrival of the mail man, bearing another package!

Yay, I thought, it's from Autum at CreativeLittleDaisy!

Autum had graciously agreed to swap some knitted goods for one of her beautiful purses.
She asked me what I wanted, and I trust her taste so much that I asked her to please surprise me. I told her a little bit about the colors that I usually wear, the bag that I typically carry, etc. - so I was very excited to see what was in the box!

When I opened up the package, my breath was literally taken away. It was perfect. It was so amazingly spot-on that I was actually speechless (which *never* happens!) What Autum made for me was exactly what I would have made for myself.


No, scratch that. It wasn't. Because for starters, I didn't even know that you could make a back pack! Which is what Autum did - she made the most beautiful backpack I've ever seen. The fabric choices, the workmanship - all of it just amazing. Plus, there is so much thought and consideration that she put into it - the inside is lined with pockets, so that all my things won't go sinking to the bottom. And I love the colors inside! There's also a loop for me to loop my keys to*, and the accessories! Did I mention the clever accessories? And the fabulous tone-on-tone monogram?
I just feel so stylish.


Even the inside is gorgeous!
My pictures don't even begin to do it justice, I am afraid (it was overcast today, and there was no light in the house!) - you'll just have to trust me when I tell you that it is truly, truly lovely and I am just delighted beyond belief. You can click on any picture to see a larger view, and get more detail.

Oh, and you know how I was saying that it's difficult to take a picture of your own head? I learned that it's even more difficult to try to take a picture of your own back. That last picture is included purely for comic relief. And the sad part is that I must have taken 3 dozen attempts - and that was the best of the lot!

Thank you, Autum!




UPDATE: Autum has pictures of her own up! Go see!

* which Bubba is going to be glad to see! I currently just hook my keys to a strap on the outside of my former bag and he was always telling me not to do that, they'd get lost...

Monday, August 28, 2006

Is it kosher to have a Gratitude Monday???


Click the picture for
a larger version with notes!
Or maybe Appreciative Monday would be more apt. Either way, I am both grateful for and appreciative of the lovely, lovely package that I received in the mail not 30 minutes ago from Bekka.

She had some yarn from her stash that she was looking to winnow out, and I had expressed an interest in the Cinema yarn* - which she graciously offered to send me. So, when the postman hand-delivered** a nice big package to me, my first thought was "Wow, she packed that well!" But once I got in the house and began opening it - my jaw just hit the floor!

All the wonderful goodies!

In addition to the yarn (which is gorgeous, and I think I am going to blow everything else off today so I can start playing with it!) she included:
  • Wonderful monogrammed note cards - which I have no idea how she knew this, but I had a desperate need! I used the last of the stationary that I liked last month writing birthday "thank yous" and had yet to get new ones.

  • Cute little soaps that smell so, so good!

  • LIP GLOSS! Yay! I am such a lip gloss whore...

  • and last, but certainly not least, the most gorgeous headbands that she made. You can see the guitar print one in the foreground. And - get this - they are reversible! This one reverses to the cutest cowgirl print. You can't see the other in the picture because I immediately put it on, and I love it and I'm not taking it off because it matches my red shirt. I feel terribly cute in it, too - it has completely solved my bad hair day!

Thank you, thank you, thank you Bekka - I could not have imagined a more generous and thoughtful surprise!!!



It's really hard to take a
picture of your own head...

* In the color "George Bailey", don't you love it?

**This was kind of funny, because he usually doesn't do this. But he did today. And my next door neighbor was outside and saw him ring the bell and wait for me to come to the door. So, my NDN says to the postman "No fair! You've never once hand delivered something to me!" and my sweet, sweet postman said "That's cause she's a lot prettier than you." (My NDN is a man - and he's a good looking one, too, so this didn't hurt his feelings)
What a sweetie! It's enough to make me want to forgive him for giving me a spider phobia... (He once told me that I should never stick my hand down into the mailbox without wearing gloves or some other protection because he'd hate to see me get bit by a spider. Of course, I don't put on gloves to get the mail - but I hold my breath a little everytime I get the mail.)
It was particularly sweet, because I've been at decluttering again and I am way hot and grubby and covered with dust. By no stretch of the imagination does "pretty" apply today!

Lights! Camera! Action!

More excitement on the street again...

A movie crew is here, filming this.
That's the exciting and glamorous sounding news.

The not so glamorous and exciting reality is that they are actually filming this around the corner from our house. My street is blocked off to parking, etc. so that they can plunk down all the big trailery-trucks and things.
That's right, my street has gone from being featured as a lovely small town Mayberry to acting as a glorified parking lot.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen...

Since none of our houses have garages, or off street parking of any kind - it means a nice little walk to and from the car from where we've had to park a good distance away.
Note to self: don't plan on making any big grocery store runs today.

You know, if I got to see Edward Burns wandering around on the sidewalk in front of the house, all the inconvenience would be forgiven. He's a cutie...

Saturday, August 26, 2006

In Praise of the Humble Deviled Egg....

I have been enjoying a recent email correspondence with MéLisa, of Sew Little Thyme. She is the proud owner of about 2 dozen chickens, and I've been very interested in hearing more about that. (You definitely need to check out her chicken themed bathroom, as well.)

As a natural progression from the chicken discussions, we've moved on to eggs and egg recipes. It's been downright Bubba Gump-ish at times; simply substitute "egg" for "shrimp"...
You can make 'em scrambled, or poached, or boiled, or a Denver Omelet, or Eggs Benedict, or.....

All of which is a roundabout way of saying that I've been thinking about deviled eggs. Schecky is simply mad about them, and it's been a while since I made any around here. So tonight was the night...

First, a little history: it is my understanding is that these are called "deviled" to indicate that they are highly seasoned. Other theories attribute it to the fact that they are so good that they're sinful. You can find more detailed explanations here and here and here.

Although there may be some ambiguity about the name, one thing is certain: They. Are. Really. Really. Good.
Here in the South, they are a staple at picnics and potlucks. I have contributed these to a number of both, and I've yet to bring any leftovers home. They always go quickly...

I tend to think of them as a summertime food; however, in Bubba's family they wouldn't think of having a family celebration without them. Birthdays, Church Suppers, Easter - even Christmas Eve dinner and Thanksgiving! To be honest, the latter two seem kind of odd to me, but I'm keeping my mouth shut - I don't want to get them taken off the menu!


a properly boiled egg
with no green line around the yolk
To make a great deviled egg, you've got to start with a properly hard-boiled egg. And that means no icky green line around the yolk! You get that part right, and the rest of the process is pretty forgiving...

I know, I know - the argument can be made that "what does it matter? You're just going to mash it all up!" Yes, exactly - you're going to mash it all up and that icky green stuff makes your egg filling come out dingy and grayish. And none of us want that.
Although, in the interest of fairness and full disclosure, I do feel duty-bound to report that the green stuff won't hurt you, or even change the taste of the egg at all. It's purely cosmetic. However, it sends the message to the world that you either don't know or don't care enough to make a good egg. And again I reiterate, none of us want that, do we?
(I'll get off my MarthaStewart soapbox now....)


So - how do you get that beautiful green-free egg? Glad you asked...
  1. Place eggs in a single layer in a saucepan that is large enough to hold them easily.

  2. Cover eggs with at least one inch of water over the tops of the shells.

  3. Place pot on stove, over medium-high heat - it will remain there until water begins to come to a nice boil.

  4. Once that nice rolling boil begins, remove the pot from the heat and cover with a well-fitting lid.

  5. LEAVE IT ALONE for 17 minutes. Leave the lid on - no peeking!

  6. Once the 17 minutes is up, use tongs or a slotted spoon to remove the eggs from the hot water, and place them into a bowl of ice water (which you have already prepared and have waiting). The eggs are going to chill for 2 minutes.

  7. While the eggs are chilling, take the original pot, which still has the hot water on it and return to medium-high heat. Hopefully, you can get it to boil again in that amount of time, but if it's not a full boil, don't sweat it.

  8. After two minutes, remove the eggs from the ice water, and place them back into the boiling water for 10 seconds. I usually do only 1 or 2 eggs at a time. This additional boil will make them much easier to peel. Which is a good thing, because peeling eggs is a pretty unpleasant job.

  9. After theadditionall 10 second boil, place the eggs back into the ice water bath - where they can stay until you're ready to use them! Although, if you're not going to eat or use them fairly soon, I might have you go ahead and store them in the fridge. You can either leave them in the water, or go ahead and take 'em out.

And there you have it - the perfect hard boiled egg! Ready for slicing onto a salad, or making egg salad sammiches, or - best of all - devil-ing!

Honestly, you've done the hard work - once you've got the egg cooked right, it is really hard to mess up a deviled egg. Have some fun with it. Essentially, all you are going to do is slice each egg in half lengthwise; remove the yolks; smash them up with mayonnaise and the seasonings of your choice, then place the resulting mixture back into the waiting whites.
There are a million different recipes out there, to suit every taste and preference. In fact, even though I tend to like to have a recipe on hand for most things (although I often deviate from it), I've been making deviled eggs for so long that I pretty much just wing it with what I have on hand.
But for those of you who are just starting out, and would like a little help with the egg-yolk-to-other-stuff ratio, here is a nice recipe to get you started: Very Nice, Basic Deviled Egg Recipe.
Because to me, if it doesn't have the holy trinity of mayonnaise/pickle relish/mustard, it may still be edible, but it's not a real deviled egg! 'Cause, as you know, I have some very definite opinions about Southern food!

Deviled Eggs


The eggs that I made tonight had a mixture of:
  • Miracle Whip/Sour Cream
    because I had them in the fridge, and I was out of mayo
  • Dijon Mustard
    in the mood for a little pizzazz!
  • Pickle Relish
  • Tabasco Sauce
    I often use a drop or two of this, instead of salt. But I like Tabasco. Most stuff can benefit from a dollop of the stuff. Kind of like my thoughts on vanilla in baked goods.
I sprinkle paprika on them, just to give them a little color - because, bless their little eggy hearts, they aren't a pretty food. Sometimes I use cayenne pepper on ones for me and Bubba. Sometimes I sneak a tiny bit of cumin in, or vary the type of mustard - just go with what you like!

If these were for company, I'd maybe put the teeniest sprig of parsley atop each one. Just to show off. If you really want to show off, you can use a pastry bag to pipe the filling back into the whites. I almost never do that because I like the "homemade" look better, and I find that cleaning out the pastry bag is a huge pain.

And, voila!, everything you ever wanted to know about deviled eggs. And then some...

Friday, August 25, 2006

WIP Friday...




And the dishcloth/washcloth frenzy continues unabated...

I started out just loving the sherberty colors - and I still love, love, love the brown/blue combination. But I am surprised at just how much I am liking the acid Shrek green....

Have a great weekend - looks like I'll be spending a chunk of mine blocking and weaving in all the nibbly little bits...

Thursday, August 24, 2006

WooHoo!

Well, it seems that the universe is pleased with all the cleaning/purging/organizing/etc. that is getting done around here.

Not only am I completely out of my annoying little pity-party-funk of last week,* and not only is the house starting to look (a tiny bit) appreciatively better,** but we had some good news here at the House o' Crazy yesterday...

Bubba just got a nice promotion. Which was totally unexpected. Which makes it even nicer.
He has asked that I not say too much about it here, as he wants no part of his work life affiliated with BadFortuneCookie, and really can you blame him? At any rate, he's got a new job title (and of course, more responsibilities) and we are all quite pleased for and proud of him!

One of our two cats, Thing Two***, has learned of Bubba's new position, and has requested that we now get him a set of these.
Thanks to the ever-charming Editrixie for pointing me in the direction of that photo!

So - things are looking up around here. Wonder what the MusicGods have to say about that? Should we see???



*Too busy to sulk!

**OK, maybe it's only parts of the house, and maybe only I would notice... but still, better!

***Three guesses what the other cat is named...



Obviously, it's a footnote-y kind of day.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Nest On!*

A quick clarification:

There is no medical reason for my nesting. None whatsoever!
Oh heavens, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No!
Unless my native nesting instinct just didn't kick in for 8 years. Which is possible - I am/was a late bloomer. I didn't even get my 12 year molars until I was old enough to vote, or something ridiculous like that...

Anyway, I am sorry if I got anyone's hopes up with talks of nesting! Not pregnant. No babies on the way. Nada.

I am strangely flattered that anyone could even think that I could still bear a child, given that I'm older than dirt, and perfecting my crabby granny impression a little bit more every day! :)

Although, I would have some serious explaining to do, however, given that Bubba is on the road all the time anymore....

But, now that I've got everyone with babies on the mind, go visit Autum at CreativeLittleDaisy - she's got the cutest lil baby picture up that you'll see all day! And Manda at TreeFall has some happy news as well!

And as for me? Well, I've still got Mount Laundry... sigh.

Oh - and I meant it when I asked the other day for tips on how you motivate yourself to do the boring, unpleasant stuff you don't want to do.
Do you act like a grownup and just suck it up and get it done?
Do you bribe yourself, as in "if I fold all this laundry, then I get to...."?
Do you set a timer and make yourself toil for X amount of time?

Inquiring minds want to know....



*That's my new saying. Autumn made it up. I love it....

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Welcome to the Jungle...*


I decided that maybe this was funny enough to be picture-worthy. Or pathetic enough. Take your pick...

Have I mentioned before that we're not big yard people?
Capello asked me recently how we managed to get away with only mowing our grass once or twice a year. I replied that it's easy when you don't mind all your neighbors thinking you're the WT family on the block. **
Just in case you thought I was kidding, Capello, this picture is for you! :)

Anyway, maybe there is something to this whole "babystepping" idea. Because slow as it may be, I am making some progress...




*And how am I getting rid of all the weeds?
Easy - by getting down on my shun n,n,n,n,,n,n,,n,n,n,,n,n,,n knees!
(I crack myself up sometimes. Really, I do....)


**the other part of this is that we keep the miniscule front yard (and by that, I mean it's probably about the size of your dining room table) looking nice. No one really sees the side or the back; and most of my neighbors are guilty of doing the exact same thing!

Yop!

Isn't that what the littlest Who yells, in order to let the world know "I am here! I am here!"???

Well, I am here.
Maybe not here-on-the-Internets here, but here nonetheless....

Seems like this week I've got too many irons in the fire; bitten off more than I can chew; insert your own cliche here... I've probably started too many things, and I'm probably not doing any of them admirably, but stuff is getting done and I'm feeling pretty good about that.

Unfortunately for you, gentle reader, not much of what I am doing is of much interest. To anyone - myself included. Most of what I've got on tap has more to do with the feeling of accomplishment once it's done, rather than any joy inherent in the actual process itself. Also, it's not cute, or clever, or crafty - so no photos are forthcoming...

Just to let you know what is filling my days, here's a list of what's going on around here. I am:
  • Completely cleaning out the breakfast nook, which is an actual room rather than a true nook. We call it the breakfast nook, because it's attached to the kitchen and we don't really do much else with it. A few years back, I turned this into an area for Schecky - kind of an annex of his room, if you will. It used to be all set up as his Thomas the Tank Engine space, but as Lego has defeated Thomas as the object of my son's obsession, Thomas is being relegated to the basement as part of the cleaning up of this space.

  • Trying to come up with a good system to manage all the information that has already begun coming into the house on a daily basis from Schecky's school. What to keep, what to toss, etc. Trying to stave off the overwhelming amount of paper that school entails...

  • Digging my way out from under Mount Laundry! I got behind, and it's not easy to get back on top again. This morning has been an ironing-fest! Yippee!
    And yes, if you read that "yippee" with a lot of sarcasm, you read it right...

  • Reclaiming the path between my house and my neighbor's. I might have to take a picture of this, because it's just too unbelievable. There used to be a gravel path between our houses. Now, it's an overgrown jungle. For real. The progress on this is kind of slow, because I hate, hate, hate weeding. Basically, I make myself pull 50 weeds everytime I take something to the outdoor trash can. Which, with the reclaiming-of-the-nook task, I'm doing a lot.
    Does anyone else do this - have weird little tricks to motivate or trick themselves into getting a dreaded task done? I'd love to hear them if you do!


I am also rewarding myself with knitting - I fold a load of laundry, I get to knit 10 rows. I clean out a drawer in the nook, I get to read a chapter.
I know that if I could just pick one task, and focus on it exclusively - I'd be getting more done, actually finished. I just find it so difficult when faced with something that I really, really don't want to do. I am trying to convince myself that this "babysteps" method might just be the key....



Oh my God - in going back and re-reading this, it just occurred to me what I am doing! I'm nesting, aren't I?
Holy crud. I don't think I've ever nested before...
I meant to nest when Schecky was still just a bun in the oven. However, I wasted the first trimester because I was so busy being an obnoxious super-high-charged-career-girl-who-can-do-it-all-and-doesn't-need-to-slow-down-just-because-she's-pregnant.

This probably directly led to my second and third trimesters, which were spent on super-strict bed rest. Yes, I spent 19 weeks lying on my left side, and not much else. Then, of course when Schecky was born, I was too busy with things like taking care of a newborn, and trying to learn how to walk again, since your muscles all but disappear when you lie still without moving for over 4 months...

I'm nesting! I'm nesting! That is totally weird....

Thursday, August 17, 2006

It Hasn't Been All Whining Around Here...

Admittedly, it's been largely whining - but I have gotten some productive stuff done in the last week or so.


To witness: a washcloth and dishcloth frenzy! WooHoo! It's been utter, pure cotton madness around here lately...

This set was made for a swap with the lovely and talented Autum, aka: Creative Little Daisy. The dishcloths were made to go in her kitchen, and I ended up really pleased with how cheerily they turned out. It made it a bit difficult to continue to sulk when working with such happy colors. (Oh, don't get me wrong, I still managed to do it. It just wasn't easy....)

These dishcloths; these washcloths - they are an obsession, I tell you! I'm still smitten with both of these projects, and I think I am going to follow Autum's recommendation to open up an etsy storefront. Watch this space for news on this, or send me an email to kingsportgrrrl[AT]yahoo[DOT]com to be notified about this endeavor. I'm out to win over converts, one washcloth at a time...

In other fronts, you know how today was "answer email day"??? Well, I have been, I promise. It's been very mythological or biblical or something. The number of emails to which I need to reply never seems to shrink. I answer one, a new one comes in! It's fabulous - I am really enjoying the inspiration that I get, and the knowledge that I glean from each of you!

If I were the kind of gal that were good about acknowledging what I am grateful for, you all would make the list...

Thank you!

Administrivia....

Today, I reply to emails! WooHoo...

While I'm doing that - here are a couple of links to things that have really surprised me...
  • Arrest Made In JonBenet case - Honestly, I did not ever expect to see this happen. I'm just sorry that Patsy, who passed away earlier this summer, did not live to see this day.

  • Kate Hudson/Chris Robinson Separate - OK, not that this compares in any way, shape, size or form with the above item in terms of newsworthiness. However, this really surprised me. I think Kate is simply adorable, and I've always been mildly interested in Chris Robinson, as his first band, Mr Crow's Garden (a jangle pop, cover-type band) was very popular on my campus in my undergrad years.

Seems like there was more stuff that made me go - hmmmm.... but that's all I'm coming up with for now. Feel free to discuss amongst yourselves...

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Getting Over Myself...


I do realize just exactly what an utter and complete pill I've been these past few days - and I do appreciate you all not only putting up with it, but offering such nice comments and e-mails of encouraging words.
I'm not sure I understand this nice outpouring, though - I'm already kind of sick of the moping, I can't imagine it's been all that entertaining to read!

I'm really working on that self-administered kick in the behind - because, as stated above, I am already tired of the moping!
I recognize how ludicrous I am - I'm pretty darn lucky; we're all healthy, we're all doing fine; I'm in the enviable position of not having to work* - and here I am whinging on about how I feel adrift. I think I just needed to get it out of my system. Sorry for venting...

I actually took the bull by the horns yesterday, and got a lot of stuff done around here. Nothing exciting, mind you, just a bunch of household-y and errand-y things. However, this domestic ephemera gave me the illusion of having accomplished something.
Hey, maybe I'm onto something: Perhaps the path to self-fulfillment and actualization lies on the road to dropping off the dry-cleaning... Yeah.
Maybe not, but it was a start....


Anyway, I am starting to feel better about things. And I promise that I won't become one of those people who won't leave the house without consulting the iChing, or reading my Tarot cards or something - but I did venture to see if the MusicGods were in agreement that it was time for the wallowing to stop. I think this is a far more optimistic Shuffle , don't you?
  • Justice and Independence 85 - John Mellencamp (Scarecrow - 1985)
  • Rainbow Connection - Kermit the Frog (The Muppet Movie - 1979)
  • Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots, Pt. 1 - The Flaming Lips (Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots - 2002)
  • Hole in My Life - The Police (Outlandos d' Amour - 1978)
  • (I'm Not Your) Steppin' Stone - The Monkees (More of the Monkees - 1967)
  • Can the Circle Be Unbroken - The Carter Family (In the Shadow of Clinch Mountain - 1935)
  • Clap Your Hands - They Might Be Giants (No! - 2002)
  • Don't Cha Stop - The Cars (The Cars - 1978)
  • (Don’t Go Back to) Rockville - R.E.M. (Eponymous - 1988)
  • See How We Are - X (See How We Are - 1988)

Of course, "Hole In My Life" is still a little ominous. And the 11th song that came up was "Awful" by Hole (Celebrity Skin, 1998) - but that doesn't count, because it was 11th. I think everything's going to be OK.

Craftiness and reading to resume shortly.

Oh - and the dragon? Don't you love him? This is an old picture, from one of our trips to Barcelona. I adore Barcelona - and thinking about it always makes me happier. Happy place. Happy drooling dragon.


*(financially, that is**. I may need to work out of some misguided sense of self-worth...)

**I don't say that to be all boastful, and I hope it didn't come out that way! Trust me, our household would be in a much more enviable position if I did work! It's just that the $6,000 a year that I earned teaching (and I wish I were kidding about that) didn't make or break us... It helped with extras, like vacations and eating out, but Bubba's got the main stuff covered, and we live real cheap...

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Danger, Will Robinson! Danger! Danger!

OK – this is too, too weird…

Maybe I should explain…

For starters, let me announce that I'm having a difficult time getting back on track. I'm a little out of sorts, and not really for any good reason. Yes, I was sick, sick, sick this weekend – but it seems like I should be bouncing back more quickly than I am.

I suspect that I am in a bit of a funk because school started yesterday. Without me. Those of you who have been reading since the Spring may recall that I was a Preschool teacher. "Was," as in past tense. As in, not going back for the 2006-07 school year. (Long story short – due to politics*, my job was eliminated. In the interest of full disclosure, I was offered a different job at the school, and I opted not to take it. The aforementioned politics of the place was just too much…)

So even though it was (kind of) my choice, I do feel let down, and a little aimless. I know that this feeling will pass in a day or so, but I'm having a difficult time shaking it off today.
(Which is crazy, because I guarantee you that if I had reported to school yesterday, I'd be bemoaning the fact that "summer was too short! Can I have one more week??" )

So, if any of you happen to have a spare "kick in the behind" lying around, I'll take it! I suspect I need it…
I spent all day yesterday aimlessly starting stuff and finishing nothing**. I don't get in funks like this often, and on the occasions when I do; I tend to get even on my own nerves.

However, in the interest of self-motivation (and just in case you all were all too nice to administer the swift kick in the pants) I had an idea. A wonderful, awful idea:

"First of all," I thought, "I'll get out iPod, and I'll listen to some music. That might just give me the motivation that I need to Do Somethin'. And I'll put it on shuffle, and see what the MusicGods*** have in store for me."

"And then, to kill two birds with one stone, maybe I'll write a blog entry about the list. I always love reading people's iPod shuffle lists. Hey, and maybe I'll give it a cute name - like "The iPods of August", and who knows, maybe I'll make it a regular feature on the 15th**** of every month, and… and… and…"

OK, Laura Lancaster, slow down, let's just get out iPod...

So I did. And I eagerly started it up and switched to shuffle mode to see what came up.

The results speak for themselves:

  • Sour Times - Portishead (1994's Dummy)
  • Oh Yeah - Yello (1985's Stella)
  • Black Dog - Led Zeppelin (1971's Led Zeppelin IV)
  • The Breaks - Kurtis Blow (1980's Kurtis Blow)
  • Devil In Disguise - Elvis Presley
  • Ordinary World - Duran Duran (1993's [TheWeddingAlbum])
  • Your Heart Is An Empty Room - Death Cab For Cutie (2005's Plans)
  • All I Want Is You - U2 (1988's Rattle & Hum)
  • Build Me Up, Buttercup - The Foundations (released 1968)
  • Surrender - Cheap Trick (1978's Heaven Tonight)

Am I kidding with this list? I wish I were. I mean, how depressing sounding are the majority of these titles? Do the MusicGods have a message for me today? I think so. I'm going to go back to bed now… with the covers pulled over my head!
I was going to throw some sort of random happy picture in with this post, since it's been so long since I posted a picture, and I much prefer picture posts... But now, I'm just going to try not to alienate the universe any further....

Ay yi yi….
(It's just the titles that I getting me. I really like all these songs....)




*Preschool politics! Have you ever heard of anything so ludicrous???

**There are so many of you to whom I owe email, and to whom I want to email! I'll get it together again, I promise!

***MusicGods = imaginary deities that live in my car radio and my iPod. They play music that I like when the universe is happy, and curse me with sucky music when things aren't as rosy. The MusicGods are frequently cruel, and often kick me when I'm down...

****Get it? IPods? Ides? I know. It's totally lame. Did I mention I'm struggling???

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Stomach Bug...

Ugh.*


*Not the way I wanted to spend this weekend - Bubba is finally home (after being gone for pretty much the last two weeks) and Schecky starts school back tomorrow.
I didn't really have big, official plans for this weekend, but I did intend for it to be a pleasant, and family-oriented one. Instead, everyone's giving me an understandably wide berth, since I'm pretty repugnant company.
(And, I'm sad to say, I suspect I'm kind of whiny...)

:(

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Summer Reading List - Week Ten

Looks like this is the penultimate* Summer Reading List. I guess that I could call it the ultimate list, since school starts back Monday - but since this has always been a midweek sort of feature, I suppose that next Thursday's will be the final one.
Ah, Summer Reading List, we hardly knew ye...

Blogging isn't the only thing that has fallen by the wayside this week; so has reading - although a lot of "Operation DeClutter" has involved going through a brazillion old magazines - to see if I could remember why I was saving them - was it for a recipe? a travel article? Lots and lots of old magazine reading, I'll tell you what!

Now for the books....
  • JPod: A Novel - Douglas Coupland
    I don't know what to tell you about this one - I'm not going to recommend it, but I'm not going to not recommend it either. I know, that makes no sense, but I am somewhat conflicted about this book.

    I can't tell if Coupland has changed, or if I have. In many ways, JPod seems a bit too familiar, very much a Microserfs retread. Although, I loved Microserfs, so is that a bad thing??? The parents seemed too familiar, the coworkers seemed too familiar, the girlfriend character, etc. etc. etc. Been there, done that...

    Also, many of Coupland's tricks, which I used to find intriguing, now just seem tiresome and gimmicky: pages and pages of random text snippets?

    Chihuahua Death!!! Nacho Cheesier!!!

    And did I really need 42 pages of text listing out the first one hundred thousand digits of pi? (plus one incorrect digit, can you find it???) It all just seems a little too "ain't-I-cool??" - and frequent readers of the Summer Reading List know how much that bugs me.

    A new trick, but one that, unfortunately, also wears thin quickly, is Coupland inserting himself into the book as something of a deux-ex-machina character. He seems to delight in having other characters refer to him by a particular 7 -letter epithet. (It's one of our president's favorites. It rhymes with "Glass bowl"....)

    However, there are wry observations by the thousands, and the pacing and styling is pure vintage Coupland - so if you like him, don't necessarily write this one off. However, if you're new to Coupland, this book (largely style, little substance) is not where you want to start...

  • Baby Proof - Emily Giffin
    Our protagonist, Claudia, has always known that she has never wanted to have children. Always. So, when she meets Ben, and learns that he has no desire for children either, it seems like a match made in heaven.
    They get married; they have fabulous child-free careers, fabulous child-free vacations, a fabulous child-free life.
    Until one them changes his mind...

    This is a well constructed, thought-provoking, and multi-layered story. Yes, you could dismiss it as "just another chick-lit book", but you'd be doing it (and yourself) a disservice.
    (Plus, I just learned that Giffin is an ATL girl! You go, Emily!)


*I love this word, and you almost never get to work it into everyday conversation...


Previous Summer Reading Lists
I / II / III / IV / V / VI-VIII / IX

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Wishin' and Hopin' and Thinkin' and Prayin'

Are you familiar with that old Dusty Springfield song?
Well, it's been stuck in my head for days now; really quite annoying.

It dawned on me that I have been incommunicado for the last little bit - unintentionally, I assure you. Nothing bad has happened, it is just that I find myself hell-bent on starting to declutter my pit of a home. And it's become kind of all-consuming (I understand that this is what happens when you live with a couple of packrats....)

My own personal Dusty Springfield song would go something like this:
Sortin' and Tossin' and Storin' and Cleanin'...
(with, of course, a little bit of knittin' and readin' tossed in...)

In addition to Operation Get Rid of Stuff We Don't Want/Need - I've also been trying to enjoy the remaining time I have with Schecky - school starts next week. I suspect that we're both ready for him to go back, but I have enjoyed just hanging out with him this summer. Seven-turning-eight is a very good age...

So, to summarize - all is well here, there's just not much to report.
(Although thank you, thank you, thank you for the few "Where are you? Are you OK?" emails I've received...)



Upon re-reading this post, I realize that there is a complete dearth of anything even remotely "blogworthy" here. So I'll leave you with a joke*

Q. How do you make a Kleenex dance?

A. Blow a little boogie into it!

This joke just kills with the preschool set....


*Somewhat random fact - whereas I like to think that I have a sense of humor, and I do like jokes - for some reason there are only three jokes that I can ever remember...
And sadly, this may be the best of the three...

Friday, August 04, 2006

You're My Favorite Waste of Time...


What have I been working on these last few weeks? I've been dodging the question somewhat, because it seems somewhat embarrassing. But the truth is that I have been bitten by the washcloth bug. Hard. And then this has been followed by the dishcloth (I can't quite bring myself to call it a "dish rag") bug... I've got 'em both, bad.

I blame my mother for getting me started - while in Tennessee, she enlisted my help with knitting some washcloths. Of course, I am glad for the opportunity to help out my moms, but I'll be the first to admit I wasn't thrilled by the project.
She introduced me to the washcloth pattern - she found it written on an index card amongst her mother's old things, and thought she'd give it a try. I like working with the cotton, a nice change from all the wool I've been using, particularly in this heat! I like the "fancy" little edge - it really is a fun little project.


However, in addition to being a fun little knit - these are the most awesome washcloths ever! I never dreamed that I would care at all about a thing like a washcloth, but I really do love these. So far, I've made 5 for my mother, and 9 more since returning back home. I've given a few away as gifts (how nice to have a stash on hand for when the occasion arises!), I'm keeping a few to use, and I figure I've now got "stocking stuffers" for all of my female relatives.
I keep thinking I should maybe try to sell these, simply because I am so smitten with them, but I just don't know how to go about it - is anyone besides me going to get that excited about a washcloth?

While the washcloth obsession snuck up on me, and took me completely by surprise - I deliberately introduced the dish cloth. However, the dish cloth was supposed to wean me off washcloths, not become a fullblown compulsion of its own!


I received Mason Dixon Knitting as a gift, and noticed this pattern in it. At the time, I thought that even though I like working with this yarn (v. similar to the washcloths!), that I probably wouldn't be making any of these because they looked a little fussy and old ladyish. I may be well on my way to acting like a cranky lil granny, but it doesn't mean I want to knit like one!

Then GoodToBeGirl showed me that if you update the color palette, these dishcloths are really pretty hip! (Or at least I think so. Please don't shatter my illusions if this is not the case!)
A new obsession is born...

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Summer Reading List - Week Nine

As with last week, recommended titles have hyperlinks to you may learn more about the book!

  • Twelve Sharp - Janet Evanovich
    The latest installment in the Stephanie Plum series does not disappoint.

    I'm not claiming that this is any sort of life-changing book; it's not "great literature," nor any kind of "important read." What it is: a heck of a fun romp with America's most loved, least competent bounty hunter.
    I literally devoured this one in sitting, (and honestly, sometimes you need that every bit as much as a life-changing great read....)


  • Heat:An Amateur's Adventures as Kitchen Slave, Line Cook, Pasta-Maker, and Apprentice to a Dante-Quoting Butcher in Tuscany - Bill Buford
    This was fascinating!
    Buford has a very clean, very descriptive writing style. He cleverly and humorously chronicles his adventures (and misadventures) serving as an apprentice; first in Mario Batali's kitchen, then at both a pizzeria (where he learned the fine art of pasta making) and butchershop in Italy.


  • Between, Georgia - Joshilyn Jackson
    The story of Nonny Frett, who stands at many crossroads in her life - she is caught in the crossfire between her adoptive and biological families; she is in a state of marital limbo; she is caught between being someone's daughter and someone's mother. In short, Nonny herself is Between...

    This is Jackson's sophomore novel, following gods in Alabama. Although gods was occasionally uneven, I preferred it. It was an emotional story, one in which I found myself getting caught up. Between - while not short on family drama - did not draw me in as much.
    One strength that this book does have, however, is Jackson's ability to really flesh out a character, the more "Southern" and eccentric, the better. She also has an excellent ear for dialogue, and a very clever turn of phrase...
    I don't regret the time I spent on this book, but would recommend gods in Alabama over it.


Previous Summer Reading Lists
I / II / III / IV / V / VI-VIII


Wednesday, August 02, 2006

And Speaking of My House...

Well, what do you know - it appears that my house has used up a few more seconds of its fifteen minutes of fame...

The fine folks at Turner Broadcasting have been filming on my street, and my house has made it into some of the final footage...



Click on this picture of
my house to see a film clip




It seems that the TBS Pathfinders crew shot the bulk of the show's promos here. All of the residential stuff is on my immediate block - I can stand on my front porch, and see each one of these houses. I'm not sure where the basketball court, or the more industrial stuff was done.

Doesn't it look like I live in Mayberry???? (in the idyllic small town sense of the term?)

The still picture above shows one of the most visible shots of my house, but it can also be seen when the kid says he wants to be Bill Gates. And when you see the woman in the purple sweater? That's my monkey grass she's sitting in....

There is a larger size trailer at the TBS Pathfinders site - but it seems to be glitchy, and I can not get it to play all the way through. You can also get additional film clips by clicking on the individual Pathfinder Nominees at the top of the page.

The bulk of the filming was done on my friend Lee's house. And up until earlier this week, her house could have been yours! It was for sale, but they got a contract on it on Monday. I am saddened, because I really liked Lee and her husband, and I am sad to see them move (his work required them to transfer...) The black lab that you may see in many of the film clips is their wonderful dog, Miles.

This is the third time that my house has made it on to television. Right after we bought the house, we were approached by the producers of "I'll Fly Away" and they did a few days of filming in our back yard. During the last election, Mark Taylor - then running for Lt. Governor, now a Gubernatorial candidate - had a commercial filmed in our kitchen. He was not actually in it, though.

What does it say when my house is more famous than I will ever be? Is it kind of sad, in light of the fact that it's "fame" is teeny tiny???


OK, as an aside, I have to say that as I am typing this, I can hear thunder in the distance, and the sky outside my window is yellow. Yes, that's right, yellow. As yellow as Scut Farkus's eyes.

This can't be good....

Why You Really Do Need To Leave the House From Time to Time....

Because you might just find something like this:




Now, in the interest of full disclosure, I did not actually find this - although I did leave the house yesterday.
(It was a big day - I went OTP* and hit both Hobby Lobby and WalMart.
Never let it be said that I don't know how to party...)


No, Bubba found this for me in the street in front of his office building. "It was as if someone had flung it to the pavement in disgust after finding it on their windshield," he said.

Do you now see why I love this man? Most men, heck most people even, probably wouldn't even have noticed it. But not my sweetie - he not only noticed it, but read it. And after looking at this written piece of pure malice and road rage, he didn't just walk off and leave it.

Nope - instead he thought, "I bet my wife would love this," and he picked up this little scrap of ire, and brought it home proudly to me.

And he was sooo right - this just made me unaccountably happy. I tee-hee'd over this all night. Nothing like a little scheudenfreude to brighten a girl's day... ( I swear, I think I like the mean little note more than the lovely flowers - what does that say about me??? And the warped little cinder that passes for my heart??)

I have long been a fan of Davy Rothbart's Found - both the books and the website. There is something unaccountably pleasing about stumbling over a little piece of someone else's life. I am always keeping an eye out for "found" objects of my own, but rarely do I ever stumble across anything this good...


*Isn't one of the signs of addiction is that you begin furtively traveling to out-of-the-way neighborhoods in a desperate attempt to fuel your habit???

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Is This How Agoraphobia Starts???

This morning I received an email from the always entertaining 3 to Get Ready - 3 is a fellow Atlantan, and she was asking me how I had been enjoying the lovely weather this past weekend...

That's when it hit me - except to walk three steps out on the front porch yesterday (and then the three steps back in) in order to retrieve the mail - I've not set foot outside the house since about 4 pm Friday Afternoon...

Holy Cheese Whiz - is this even possible??? It's Tuesday now, right?

Yup, it's Tuesday. And I have no idea what the weather was like for the past few days (although, I suspect it was hot) because my slug self couldn't even be bothered to set foot outside...

I must rectify this at once - despite the recent birthday, I suspect that I am a still little too young to begin perfecting my "creepy little old lady who never leaves her house" act* just yet...


* although, I think I'm getting the "reclusive knitting" thing down very nicely...