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LiveJournal for A Pretty Girl with Blemishes.
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| Tuesday, July 7th, 2009 |
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You know those signs that churches put up with sayings like, "If you give the devil an inch, he'll become your ruler"? (har dee har) One a few blocks from here says, "God is still on the throne." Every time I drive by it I think, "Geez, tell him to hurry up; I gotta go!" I'm not sure what it is even supposed to mean. |
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| Friday, July 3rd, 2009 |
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| [22:26] mediansalmon: RIP Billy Mays | ||||
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I think my obsessive fascination with the life and music of Michael Jackson is mellowing out into comfortable fondness. So I went looking for fresh meat (i.e., a new someone to be fascinated with) and I found this darling, Josephine Baker. Yow! Be forewarned, however: there exists a terrible, tragic truth, which is that sometimes bad music happens to great dancing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsXyDrf9 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZwJGJ4lf Hook her up with MJ and she'd be smokin'! |
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| Monday, June 29th, 2009 |
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| I found a source of local peanuts and had the idea that I might make peanut butter to sell at the Farmers Market in Coppell, along with some local raw food snacks such as flavored pecans, zucchini hummus, sweet potato puree "pudding cups", and pecan milk. But I'm reading the requirements for prepared foods on the market website and they have to be prepared in a commercially certified kitchen. Oh well. | ||||
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| Sunday, June 28th, 2009 |
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Ok, so after spending all last night and much of this morning watching Michael Jackson music videos and concerts, and interviews, I must amend my statement. RIP, Michael Jackson. You were a weird, creepy little person--at least in later years--but you seem to have been also a sweet and gentle man who cared about the state of the world and society and injustices and all that. And damn, you could dance. |
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| Friday, June 26th, 2009 |
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| RIP, Michael Jackson. You were a weird, creepy little person, but I liked some of your music. | ||
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| Monday, June 15th, 2009 |
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/21107558@N |
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| Friday, June 12th, 2009 |
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| [12:16] wellintentionedsalmon: Pirate vs. Ninja. who wins? | ||||||
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| Thursday, June 11th, 2009 |
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I spent a few days in Louisiana last week with my parents. My mom and I had a good time gardening, cooking, eating, and sewing. Most importantly, we made sock monkeys. I now know how to make a sock monkey all by myself! On the very last leg of my trip to St. Joe, my brake and battery lights came on. I made it to my parents, and looked online to see what the lights might be indicating. Signs pointed to alternator, so I went and got it replaced by the local car repair man. He checked the battery and said that was fine. But after the alternator was replaced, the lights were still on. When I got back to Dallas, I took it to the Firestone and they checked all kinds of stuff and discovered I needed a new battery after all (dunno why the St. Joe guy didn't catch it--maybe I didn't need an alternator after all?--and new brakes, and new tires, and new wiring. . . which all added up to a nice chunk-o-change. I got the new battery so I can keep driving, and held off on the brakes and tires. They did something to the wiring to make it safer to drive, but it's not completely fixed yet. (I can't remember all of what they said was wrong, wire-wise, except that one of them was burned all the way through because it had gotten up against some hot metal part--I guess they replaced that wire, but a lot of other ones had stuff wrong with them as a result of the burned wire, and they didn't fix those.) Last night, I was making dinner and I had my head in the fridge when I asked Scott, "You want mynaz on your sandwich?" He said, "Excuse me, do I want what?" I thought for a split second he just hadn't heard me, but then I became horror-stricken at what I'd just said. I'd been around my mom too long. Ohlordy. To all you nonneworleanians, "mynaz" is an alternate pronunciation of "mayonnaise". I had been saying "mynaz" to my mom when I was with her so she wouldn't laugh at ME, and I forgot to leave that affectation at the door when I came home. Oh dear, I am so embarrassed. But we laughed and laughed til I felt tears squeezing out of my eyes and he hugged me tight. |
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| Tuesday, May 19th, 2009 |
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I know change is a bad thing Breaks me down into a sorry, sad thing Not some grateful, irridescent butterfly Thanks Dar, you put it all in perspective. Last week I had a terrible bout of babyitis. My thoughts become an endless stream of dreamy images of nursing in a rocking chair, and shopping for onesies, and watching some faceless little thing bounce happily in one of those bungee harnesses you hang from a doorway. It's like some parasite that got into my brain. If this is how I feel now, what will it be like if it invades my uterus? And I hear the extraction process is harrowing. I'm just sayin', my rational brain has a firm grasp on the fact that reality is often not in cooperation with my daydreams. On days when I get stressed out or anxious about something and have a hard time, I think, "what the hell am I thinking, wanting to have a kid to deal with on top of this mess?! And then the urges stop for awhile. But. . . the not so rational brain: not so rational. The urges always come back. And they always seem to be stronger than the last time. One way or another we'll get through this. |
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| Wednesday, May 6th, 2009 |
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I had a really nice yoga class today. I've been consistently making 6 AMs on weekdays for the past few weeks, and that has really helped me get back that warm, fuzzy feeling toward yoga in general. Today I went to a later class because I wanted a 90 minute one and the 6AMs are all 60 minutes. In the 90 minute Fire class we do the poses twice, and in the 60 minute Fire we do them just once, but we hold them longer. I like having a nice mix of the two classes in my schedule. I hadn't done a Fire90 in awhile so I was really tired by the end of it. But I felt really good. Kind of floaty :) I came home and gave Leslie a raw food demo. We made kale and mustard green chips in the dehydrator, and we made sweet potato puree in the blender (we didn't do the pie crusts), and we made pecan milk: blend well 1 cup pecans, preferably soaked, with 3 cups water, then strain using a nut milk or paint strainer bag. If you find yourself with a bunch of kale or other greens that you don't know what to do with, make those chips; or if you don't have a dehydrator, at least slather it in the dressing and eat it fresh like kale salad. This Decemberists album, The Hazards of Love, is really good. I haven't heard it enough times for it to live in my head yet, but it is growing on me. I'm not sure if my love for the album as a whole will surpass the Crane Wife, though. Dar Williams' new album Promised Land is also fantastic. I bought a book on how to do reiki on myself. I hope I can will my cavities to fill in. Mainstream dentistry has never done much for me. Maybe my energy field is stronger than their drills and fluoride treatments. Yeah, yeah, laugh if you want. I'll letcha know if it works. (Note that I'm also trying to stay away from obvious cavity-makers like sugar and I'm still brushing and flossing.) I dunno how well I'll do on the sugar-avoidance on the boat. . . when you get out of the water they always have delicious hot snacks for the divers, so maybe this experiment will have to wait til I get home from our diving trip. I cleaned the house like a mofo yesterday. I even cleaned out the fridge and underneath the stovetop grate. And, I am so proud of myself for finally scrubbing out the toilet that had turned so scummy that when you pooped in it, you couldn't even see the poo because the toilet was so dark. Now it is gleamy-white, except in some spots where the gunk buildup was too great to scrub off without the use of hardwater stain removers. Not that I make a habit of looking at my poo or anything. Yesterday evening it was still light outside when we finished dinner, so Scott and I went in the backyard and I brushed Elbow while Scott put together the new lawnmower. I had lost the dogs' rubber mitt type brush, so I had to use a different one (also rubber) that ended up working with about 10 times the hair removing power of the old one, hooray! It looked like there were fluffy dead animals all over the ground at our feet when I was done. That's all. My butt is falling asleep. I think I'll go buy some clothes with UV protection built in. |
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| Wednesday, April 29th, 2009 |
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It's been awhile since I've written anything longer than a line or two. I drove to Baton Rouge on Saturday with a load of specimens to hand over. In return, I got drawers and drawers of things that are mounted but need to be labeled. I got home last night and I haven't taken them out of the truck yet. I was hoping to give some massages on Sunday, but I started having second thoughts about my hands being up to it (they're still recovering from the burn). I ended up driving to New Orleans that day to spend time with my brother, maternal grandmother, aunt, and cousins. I met my cousin's baby, who was born in August. He's a cuddly little dumpling :) My brother and I went walking at the lake front after the socializing, and it was nice. Aside from having extended family around, the lakefront is probably what I miss most about New Orleans. To pass the time on the drive, I listened to one of the books on tape Ms. Dinah had given me, Carnal Innocence. Yeah, it's kind of as bad as it sounds. But it's a murder mystery and it has some cute characters, so I stayed interested. It was weird listening to the mushy parts. I realize I'm embarrassed to read descriptions of other people's lovemaking--even fictional people's. I'm down to the last tape. I was hoping I'd finish it on the drive to yoga this morning but I didn't. The suspense is killing me! Today I tried to mow the lawn, having put new oil in the mower, but it is still making that awful clanky sound. I hope I didn't ruin it by letting the oil run out. :( Since I couldn't mow and the weed wacker batteries weren't charged up, I attacked the hedges and weed-trees with the clippers. It looked like rain all day, sprinkled a little off and on, and then finally started raining hard enough to make me come in, around 3:15. I looked out shortly after I'd put away my tools and taken my shoes off, and it wasn't raining anymore. Gah! Oh well. I'm not going back out today. This weekend I hope to get together with my little sister. We have tentative plans to go to the park on Sunday. It's been almost 5 months since I've seen her! |
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| Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009 |
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| I mailed my massage therapy license application today! In a few weeks, I will have initials behind my name. Whee! | ||
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| Saturday, April 18th, 2009 |
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I took my First Aid/CPR/AED class today. That's the last step in required stuff that I have to send in to the licensing department, so Monday I'll mail off my application. I am so proud of myself!! I am also proud of myself for not buying anything out of the vending machine just for the sake of buying something out of the vending machine. I still get that little kid thrill out of watching the candy fall. |
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| Monday, April 6th, 2009 |
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[22:23] projectilesalmon: Which do you prefer: brown rice or white rice? PS, I heard "There are mansions in your eyes" on Dollhouse the other night. Damn fish, the least you could do is give me an original compliment. |
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I'm ready to stop feeling useless, please. I was able to get a massage in class today, but I felt awful that I couldn't reciprocate. I've still got bandages on and the itching hasn't stopped. :( Cross your fingers I heal up before I forget how to give a decent massage. On the bright side, I have the new Decemberists album to chase away the blues. :D |
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| Thursday, April 2nd, 2009 |
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but I defied it and went back to Albertsons to get my bag of groceries containing the benadryl I'd left at the checkout. Take that! Not that it's helping yet. *squirm* |
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I took my licensing exam today and made 879/900. I went to school today after the test bc I'd promised the dinahsaur I'd come tell her how I did. Her class clapped for me! |
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| Tuesday, March 31st, 2009 |
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| nothing's peeling yet, or looking like it's about to for that matter, so i wonder if this damn itching is due to the burn cream. | ||
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| Monday, March 30th, 2009 |
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| egads. It must be time for the peeling to commence because I am itching like nobody's business. And I can't scratch because I can't take these bandages off til tomorrow. ARRRRRGGGGG | ||
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LiveJournal for A Pretty Girl with Blemishes.
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peaceful.