10/19/10

Silly Spin Tuesday

Where are the last of the Plaza artists?

With my apologies for silliness in regard to a serious subject.

FOUND 

Y'all are hanging in my house!

 Charles Dickinson,
 Suvo, and
 Scott Raimonodo, or at least their art, 
just hanging out.

Now, get yourself over to

Art In The Market

  to read the serious side.

Sorry for the blurry cell phone photos. 
As noted in the previous post, my camera is no longer mine.


10/18/10

Random Hands

At the moment, I am camera-less, as my camera now resides in a dorm room. While I dreamt of buying a new one, I spent a bit of time looking through some hand photos. Eyes might be the window to the soul, but hands, and the way they move, have always been much more captivating to me.

 
Raisin stems when they meet your tongue, are on par with eggshell specks.
Yes, I inspect each shriveled delight before it is popped into my mouth.
The way the light was coming through his hands, was cool.

 This little boy, grabbing his dad's hand, caught my attention at the beach.
 BG wearing a charm bracelet, and being, well, charming.
 L is for Lisa.
Hands with sunglasses

 
Even cowgirls get the blues, or, in this case, a gift from Fiona. 

 If you are ever tempted to put paint in a plastic cup, 
and then in the microwave, don't.
 Cutting gingham.
 Hair twirling in anticipation.
 Resting on a wall.

8/11/10

Wordless Wednesday - Pesto


Camera shy participants: 
olive oil, walnuts, garlic, and Parmesan cheese.

7/22/10

Hanging Time

The walls are happy.

 In the hall near my office.





Facing each other,
they make me smile when I pass.
Above the stove...cooking with gas.
Yeah, it is electric.
Electric rhymes with what?
Exactly!

7/18/10

Beach-Breeze-Book

About the Book
Tessa Russo is the mother of two young children and the wife of a renowned pediatric surgeon. Despite her mother’s warnings, Tessa has recently given up her career to focus on her family and the pursuit of domestic happiness. From the outside, she seems destined to live a charmed life.

Valerie Anderson is an attorney and single mother to six-year-old Charlie---a boy who has never known his father. After too many disappointments, she has given up on romance---and even, to some degree, friendships---believing that it is always safer not to expect too much.

Although both women live in the same Boston suburb, the two have relatively little in common aside from a fierce love for their children. But one night, a tragic accident causes their lives to converge in ways no one could have imagined.

In alternating, pitch-perfect points of view, Emily Giffin creates a moving, luminous story of good people caught in untenable circumstances. Each being tested in ways they never thought possible. Each questioning everything they once believed. And each ultimately discovering what truly matters most.
http://www.emilygiffin.com/books/heartofthematter.php

So far I am enjoying this book quite a bit. Beach reading made for a perfect day. Last night I was up late reading, and then read a bit this morning, finally forcing myself to get out of bed, because my bladder was about to explode. Yeah, it is that good.

7/6/10

Ocean or...

Received this is an email from my favorite non-English speaking offspring.

This or That

Plaid or Polka Dots?
Peru or Paraguay?
Dunkin Donut or Krispy Kreme?
Pancake or Waffle?
New Mexico or Arizona?
Singapore or Thailand?
Alaska or Hawaii?
Elk or Moose?
Deer or Reindeer (NOT Rudolph)
Snake or Spider?
Frogs or Toads?
Mouse or Rat?
Turtle or Tortoise?
Lake or Creek?
Ocean or Intercourse?
River or Stream?

ENJOY THE GAME!

7/2/10

Froggie went a - courtin and he did ride...

Nature girl, BG, captured fornicating froggies*, by hand, and by lens.

                                               The noises were oddly arousing.     
     
Friendly neighbors

You're coming with me!

Mom, if you don't stop yapping about the need for strapless bras, 
 I will throw them on your head!

 Sir, would you like to hold these for a bit?

 Oh, so that's what women want.

*Yes, I know that they are toads, but alliteration wins out once again. 
Turned on toads, or amorous amphibians, just doesn't cut it.

7/1/10

Beauty in the Dirt

The vacuum canister becomes a kaleidoscope of debris,
making cleaning dream like, not drudgery.

6/30/10

Out Stealing Boats

BB left me alone on his boat.
Betcha he didn't think for one second that anything would be amiss when he returned.


Instead of taking the same picture that I did last week,
I was really ransacking
drinking
dancing naked
and I left surprises in hidden places.

I am really quite dangerous when left alone.

And yes, I read Out Stealing Horses.
And no, I didn't like it.

Books always come to mind when I blog.
The titles often have nothing to do with the post.

6/21/10

How I Spent My Summer Vacation First Day of Summer
By Lisa

 I sat, looking at rope, when the puffy clouds caught my attention.

Not wanting to be drawn in by nature, I stood up, and stared at whatever man-made materials I could find.

BB decided we should move.
He doesn't like to be called Boat Boy.
Sorry, but I draw the line at BM.
Besides, one should be thrilled with any nickname I bestow.

 Like usual, I wasn't sure if we were coming, or going.

My guess would be going.
Yes, that is heading away...
Oh, look, it's the rebuilt bridge.
Two lanes, because traffic hasn't changed.
It is your imagination that the population has grown.

The lighthouse
The lighthouse
I like threes, but I only took two.
People
Water
The End.

6/18/10

"Why don't you watch T.V.?"  was the question BG asked of me tonight. 

Hey, I watched a friend, via webcam, as he watched the news last night.
Indirect television viewing should count.
The way the light danced was cool.
It made me sleepy.

For others, who like me, are easily amused, there is this webcam.

6/2/10

“Write in recollection and amazement for yourself”
Jack Kerouac

5/20/10

Back of Box

Rosa, who is so sweet, that just the thought of her touching herself, makes me want to flog myself or something, asked about the gum.  Here's the back of the box. It was purchased years ago at A Pleasant Present. Ask for Michael, the owner of the store, and tell him I sent you.

5/15/10

Couscous

'Cause my friends are always losing the recipe:

Minted Couscous Salad

1 10 oz box couscous
2 Cups boiling water
1 cucumber, peeled, seeded and chopped
1 19 oz can chick peas
8 oz feta cheese, crumbled
2 tomatoes, diced
3 green onions, sliced
1/2 Cup parsley, chopped
1/2 Cup black olives
1/4 Cup chopped fresh mint (or dried equivalent)
Dressing
1/3 Cup olive oil
3 Tablespoons lemon juice
1/2 teaspoon ground coriander
1/4 teaspoon ground cumin
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
Pour boiling water over couscous in a large bowl; cover and let stand 30 minutes until water is absorbed. Add remaining ingredients. In a small bowl mix ingredients for dressing. Pour over salad and refrigerate for a few hours. six servings

 Another example of why I don't post on tablescape blogs.

5/14/10

Strangers Bearing Gifts

How do you thank someone who offers three words, and unknowingly changes your life?

For the most part, when I ask for advice, it is a nicety. I want others to feel important. I am willing to consider what I am told, and then ignore the advice, because when I fail, I prefer blaming myself. So, yes, the question above is rhetorical. Still, feel free to give me ideas. My creativity has been waning.

I don't have a lot of faith in others. While I don't feel that the world is out to get me, I do feel that people are self-serving. Even if what they gain is a feeling of warm fuzzies from helping others, actions are almost always planned.

That is what made those words special. A virtual stranger helps me make sense of something rather troubling, without wanting anything in return.

A proper thank you is in the works. It might not be tomorrow, but you better believe that this act of great kindness will be returned. I am hoping I can do it without selfishness, if such an act exists.

“I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion”
Jack Kerouac

5/11/10

Inane

When conversations about imaginary scenarios leave you wanting to scream, you have to realize something else is bothering you. In my case, last night, a discussion about how to spend lottery winnings, left me a tad hot under the collar.

First, let it be noted, that I don't buy lottery tickets. I do, however, have plans for how I shall spend the millions when I win.

WPSD would get an indoor swimming pool. When my daughter was a student there, she dreamed of swimming more often than in the summer. The memory of trying to speed down the hall to biology class, wet hair dripping on my books, is so pleasurable, that the idea of kids missing out on the fun, is enough for me to become a swimming pool builder.

Swimming class is also character building. Where else can girls perfect the skill of convincing men that they have their period three times a month?  While I was a tampon using champ early on, I never let onto that fact. Nope, it was better to announce that unless the class wanted to witness a water into wine miracle, it was better to let me sit it out.

While I never became much of a swimmer,  the club where my family belonged should have been held responsible for some of my nasty habits, past and present.  Sometime during my fourteenth summer, my friends, and I decided that smoking was glamorous, even if the poster on the locker room wall at school, featuring a prematurely aged woman (probably younger than our current age), showed us otherwise.

Nine years after smoking that first machine bought Winston, I  never smoked another cigarette. I did hold onto the other swimming club habit.
Giggling at Boys

In fact, last summer, I was faced with an elderly neighbor who either fancied himself a stud, or deemed my thighs too bulky, and hoped to turn me into a bulimic. The latter would have happened, had I not turned my head whenever he exited the pool.

What you are about to read is gratuitous crap about underwear.  I have to get ready for the dentist, and I am using imagery to attempt to calm myself. It is either that, or Valium. I know, some people use images of nature. I don't.

If you knew me back when I was writing about men on a daily basis, you might remember that I despise boxers. They look stupid. What is the point of underwear that is all bunchy under pants?

I really don't care if you are baking your balls in tight undies. If that doesn't hold appeal, cut down on the laundry, and I won't complain.

BUT when it comes to swimming
                                                        SPEEDOS  hurt my eyes. 

If you appear before me wearing a slip of spandex, I will giggle, and blush, and bury my head in a book. Now, that isn't quite as bad as what my friends,  and I did back in 1977. We would hunt down boys, and giggle, and POINT. Then we would sneak away to choke on tobacco, and talk about our plans for life.
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One more thing. I would like someone to make me a sign. While I am at the dentist receiving #53 Novocaine injection, please construct this sign:

If your boobs are larger than mine, and your lower genitalia doesn't match, a t-shirt will be provided.


















5/9/10

Sunday Stealing!

Sunday Stealing: The Speed Dating Meme

1. What's your favorite Dr. Seuss book?
Hop on Pop

2. If you could live in any home on a television series, what would it be?
I can't picture any homes from TV. Did the Route 66 guys have a house? If so, I'd imagine I would like living with them.

3. What's the longest you've gone without sleep?
The last time that I missed a night of sleep, I failed a final. I was a freshman, and this RA finally asked me out on a date. Instead of telling him that I needed to study, I decided to go out with him. I studied after the date.


4. What's your favorite Barry Manilow song?
None

5. Who's your favorite Muppet?
Grover

6. What's the habit you're proudest of breaking?
Thumb sucking

7. What's your favorite website?
Public record sites are cool.

8. What's your favorite school supply?
I love paper.

9. Who's your favorite TV attorney?
I don't have a fave from TV.
James Spader in the movie Secretary was perfect.


10. What was your most recent trip of more than 50 miles?
Daytona last week.

11. What's the best bargain you've ever found at a garage sale or junk shop?
Lily Pulitzer capris for $4.

12. Where were you on September 11, 2001?
I was talking to my friend, Brian, while I got ready for work.

13. What's your favorite tree?
So far I have not found a favorite tree here.
In PA there was tree in the woods that I loved.


14. What's the most interesting biography you've read?
Anthony Kiedis' book Scar Tissue

15. What do you order when you eat Chinese food?
I try not to order Chinese food. If I must, I like lo mein.


16. What's the best costume you've ever worn?
I stood in front of a human sexuality class while dressed in black leather, pushed a button on a tape player, and let them listen to my speech. I still despise talking to groups.

17. What's your least favorite word?
How timely. This exact subject was discussed today at lunch. Unlike a lot of women, you can call me a cunt, and I can let that pass, but don't ever, ever tell me to calm down.

18. If you had to be named after one of the 50 states, which would it be?
Georgia could have been my name.
I am named for my grandfather George.


19. Who's your favorite bear?
I can't think of anything. The Grateful Dead bear, and hairy gay men, come to mind, but don't count.

20. Describe something that's happened to you for which you have no explanation.
There is always a reason.

21. If you could travel anywhere in Africa, where would it be?
Somewhere someone else suggested. I have no desire to go to Africa.

22. What did you have for lunch yesterday?
yogurt

23. Where do you go for advice?
I get plenty of unsolicited advice from friends.
I am fond of inner dialogues.


24. Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus?
Unless I am writing fiction, I rarely need a thesaurus.

25. Have you ever been snorkeling? Scuba diving?
If you knew me, you'd be laughing at the thought.

5/8/10

Pretty Place

The constant itch of yesterday's three mosquito bites, only serves to remind me of how pissed off I am that I didn't have my camera with me.   When I next return to what can only be described as a hidden fairy land in the middle of the city, my camera shall accompany me.

 Fruit from a Pretty Place

5/4/10

Food Play

Capturing the pop of a grape tomato as it exploded in my mouth, proved to be too messy. Instead, I caught the little bulgur speckled fella before the pop.

34 perfect desserts remain. Thanks to Publix for the BOGO on my absolute favorite not so bad for you treat. Dark chocolate that melts in your mouth, mingling with the creaminess of banana, is almost dream worthy.