Namobloplop has ended and I"m ranting

And I am off to St. Louis for a meeting and going to be technologically disconnected. So sweet dreams. I pity the poor person who has to wade through 6,000+ websites to give the prizes. I wonder what percentage did post for 30 days?

I was going to rant, but my energy has left me. Oh wait, I have a surge of energy.

What ever happened to personal and/or corporate responsibility? What ever happened to foresight? How can anyone be surprised that if corporations give out risky home loans there's going to be a good number of people who will fall on hard times because they take them and can't afford them. Why should the government bail out the people/corporations for their mistakes and make the taxpayers who are fiscally responsible (such as ME) pay for this nonsense? If the government is going to stick its big nose into this business, do it before all the bad decisions are made. Oh, wait, there's tons of people who've made big bucks by developing and selling these loans. Wonder how much our government representatives got?

I loved the episode of My Name is Earl last night. One of his prison mates reneged on some promise and sputters out that it's his parents' fault because they didn't raise him right. So Earl gets back at him by doing whatever he wants and yells out that it's because of 'so and so'. Personal responsibility - what's that? There's always a choice - blame what you do on anyone else and you are weak. Yes, it's human nature to want to do that, but more for 5 year-olds, not adults.

I love WFMU

Their tagline for the day:

A Sin-Blackened Gum Wad Stuck to the Bottom of God's Sacred Sandal.

A view to the east

One of the things I love about my house is that the bedroom window faces east.

This morning I woke up and I couldn't get out of bed. I just didn't want to move. Or open my eyes. But I had to to find the alarm clock to turn it off. And I saw a beautiful sight - the whole sky was orange, like it was on fire. The tree outlines which were black set against that was beautiful.

But my eyes closed again for a bit. Couldn't get up. Snoozed for a minute. Peeked one eye open and now the bottom half the sky was orange and the top half was turning blueish. Really neat. But not enough to keep my eyes open and get me out of bed.

Snoozed for a bit, then peeked an eye open. No more orange which was too bad, but now I could see details (as many details as I could see without glasses) of trees - they were no longer black against the sky background.

And so I figured it was time to get up. It was a nice morning.

For Whymommy

Money, money, money

True confessions time. I am HORRIBLE with money. Not with numbers, with money. I was just asked how much my salary is and I don't know. A look of aghast from the person who asked - ie my boss -(wait, aghast can't be a look, oh well, you know what I mean) and I am very embarrassed - I'm supposed to be tracking budgets at my job. It's not that I make tons and thus don't need to worry - I have been like this all my life, even when I was working 4 jobs to make ends meet. My cousin handles my retirement money, and he'd better be honest since I really don't track it. About 8 years ago my bank attached someone else's atm card to my account, and I won't even tell you how long it took me to realize it and how it was realized. Maybe this should be my new year's resolution. We'll see. And no, you can't have my bank account number or my credit card number.

Dream

I dreamt of work, and also that I had on a very fashionable dress that everyone liked. Not classically fashionable, but right now or even ahead of now fashionable. That was the best part. I am not that person, and it's nice to be that in my dreams at least.

A birthday present for my husband

I've written mostly bad things about my husband, or at least my negative thoughts and reactions. But for his birthday, even though he won't see it, here's a list of some of the good:
- lets me warm my feet under his legs when I get into bed at night
- does laundry
- buys me nice birthday and christmas gifts
- stays in shape
- honest
- very committed to his job (cares about the ultimate client)
- provides good advice when I need it when making a quilt
- agreed to go to couples counseling, and participates and tries during the sessions
- gives me frequent quick massages to get tension out of my shoulders and back
- cooks dinner occasionally, and when I don't want to cook, will go pick up take out
- cleans his bathroom
- is great with kids
- is good to his parents

Black and blue

Now, how did my toe get to be black and blue? I look down this morning before showering and it's tremendous colors. And now that I'm sitting here, it's starting to hurt. I really don't remember doing anything to it. Any ideas on what happened?

Sixesss

Read the Meme over at Hearts and Eslocura's. Mine isn't as good as theirs (not as complete).

Six Guilty Pleasures some people would not associate with me
- Trash magazines. I used to love People magazine. Now I that can read it in 10 minutes, I've moved up in the world to Entertainment Weekly.
- Trash food. Once in a while I just have to eat crap. It's good! Crinkly cheese twists (bright orange). Hot dogs. Kraft macaroni and cheese.
- Farting. I'm a gassy girl and it gives me great pleasure to fart. At first I wouldn't use Beano because it took away the gas. But now I realize there are times when it's really NOT good to fart and so I take it.
- Winning an argument. I can be rather merciless and so enjoy winning an argument. I know better than to continue one that I can't win, but I try, and love it when I do. [though people who know me well wouldn't be surprised I think]
- Smoking a cigar. Started I think even before my dad died. I do like a cigar once in a while.
- Speeding. I love driving fast and getting away with it. I don't always get away with it though.

Six I wish I had the courage for.
Honestly, I try to try everything that I think will bring me pleasure. Eventually.

Six I've abandoned or made peace with (these are all the latter).
- My love of KC and the Sunshine Band.
- Wearing a bra that makes me look like I have breasts.
- All the others from above.

For all looking for the perfect excuse off from work

Restful Body Syndrome!

Two for Tuesday

I know it's supposed to be songs from the same artist, but I'm adapting it to suit my needs.

Oh, no, there goes Tokyo! I never knew this song existed until this past weekend. Godzilla! Every Saturday they used to have Creature Double Feature, and I'd be glued to the TV set along with my brothers. So I grew up with Godzilla.


New Music I Bought - Big Blood. 'Course, any band with an accordion has gotta be great... I looked on YouTube but there was no good song. Go to WFMU archives and scroll down a page and look for Big Blood - A Friendly Noose. Great song. There's also Alison Kraus and Robert Plant playing together a little before that.

Dream

Sometime in the night I had a dream I was snuggled up with Patrick Dempsey. We were chatting, faces close. I closed my eyes and he kissed me very very lightly. And I smiled.

That was the dream. I didn't know I had a thing for him! Who did you dream of?

Stock making

Today (Sunday) is the day designated to make pork bone broth. Why do I want this? It's the base for homemade tomato soup, at least in this household and all of my siblings' households, and my mom's of course.

I have no idea where the recipe came from. I do know it was a way for my mom to stretch the dollars when we were growing up. Back then, they gave away the pork neckbones for free. My mom would first cut off all the meat she could and set it aside for Chinese chop suey (NOT my favorite dish).

The bones would be boiled first for a little while to get all the gunk off. I usually do it for about 15 minutes, which likely is not long enough, but quite a bit of gunk comes off. Then you have to rinse/scrub the bones to get even more gunk off.

The clean bones go into a clean pot with boiling water to just cover the bones. A couple onions and some peppercorns get thrown in, and you set it to a rolling simmer for at least 3 hours, though all day is better.

When 'done', the broth goes into the jars boiling hot so they seal when they cool. I use leftover Classico spaghetti sauce jars, and reuse the lids, and they work well. You have to leave the jars out in room temperature for a while, else they'd explode in the fridge. It's great to hear the 'pop' of the lids sealing as it cools.

You know you have good broth when you take a jar out later in the week, and it's like jello. You throw away the grease/fat at the top, and dump the jello into a pan. Heat to boiling and throw in soup pasta (orzo, ditalini, balls, alphabets, etc.) and cook until done. Take off the heat and add a small can of tomato sauce, and evaporated milk to taste. As well as salt and pepper to taste.

Yes, it's labor intensive, but well worth it. It's a great comfort food, and easy to make once you have the broth. When I was little I went over a friend's house and they served tomato soup (from a can) and I remember asking where the macaroni was. And there's no comparison in the flavor too... I can't wait to make some this week.

SF Snippets 5

This section is a tragicomedy. Or a comitragedy.

The morning that I left SF at an ungodly hour, I got into the Super Shuttle and there was a woman I knew. So, we chatted a bit and people were entertained by our chatter.

She told me a story about an adventure she had while in SF. She and two friends were on the tram headed to the Golden Gate Bridge, when a woman in the back (around 17 years old) started having trouble standing, and it almost looked like a seizure. She got off the tram, and the three women got off to help her. It wasn’t clear what the problem was, but the woman said ‘I need sugar!’ so one person ran off to get some sugar, and another handed the poor woman a tootsie roll.

Now, this is the comedy part in a sort of twisted way. Imagine having a diabetic attack and needing sugar and someone gives you a tootsie roll – the most difficult candy in the universe to chew, except maybe milk duds. At 4:30 in the morning it was a very funny thought.

But then the woman’s vision was going in and out, and she could hardly stand, and when they spoke with her they found out she had come with her father, a pilot, from Australia the day before, or even that day. And once she had the sugar it didn’t seem to help. The symptom were such that it seemed likely that either a blood clot was going through her brain or she was having an aneurysm. The medics arrived and took her away, and since the three women weren’t family they have no idea what happened to her. But it was good they helped.

So, on long flights, remember to move your muscles! Move around! Very sad things can happen otherwise. Read more about 'long haul blood clotting' here.

Super Kitty

My poor cat Cleo looked like she was about to die last night. Listless, no energy. But this morning she ate, wanted grass, and looked kind of ok. How long can a cat go with untreated diabetes? I'm thankful, but it amazes me still. It's been a year and a half I think now. She has good days and bad days, but still seems to enjoy life, so I'm not putting her down just yet. Poor dying kitty. But also super kitty.

It's who you know

So, the things I learn by knowing the man who knows all about the building I work in.

Cameras in the elevators, with the blinking lights? Fake. Must say, I'm relieved since I'm a nose-picker, and can't always wait until I get into the bathroom to do it. I also now have a place to pick the underwear out of my butt too.

Fire drills? Never done in this building. I did some research to find out what the requirements are for higher rise buildings, and on a particularly grumpy day I might go down to the building office to see if they have escape plans, floor monitors, etc. which are required. Not sure that they do.

Joke for Thanksgiving

Why did the rabbit cross the road?
Because he was chicken!

[Note, you can replace any manner of living being for 'rabbit' and it works.]
I made this joke up myself, I think. If you don't get it, well poo on you. It makes me snicker every time I think of it.

If you want funny answers to the original joke, why did the chicken cross the road, then go here.
If you want a game based on the joke, the go here.
If you want to see a person not being a chicken crossing a busy road in India, then go here. (Oh, it reminds me so much of crossing the street in Vietnam!)

Two items you could get me for Christmas

Gift 1
Banana Bunker. Not only for the shock value (it comes in different colors too!), but because I eat a banana every day. In fact, my co-worker told me on this recent trip that she imagines me carrying around a whole stem of bananas because it seems I always have one on me. Either that or I have a monkey that goes and gets them for me.

Gift 2
According to Wired magazine, (January 2007), it is possible to implant a pleasure center. According to the magazine: sexual satisfaction is now possible through surgery. A device modeled on a stimulator commonly used to stop pain is implanted near the base of a woman's spine. Activated wirelessly with a handheld device, it uses electric current to directly excite the nerves that cause orgasm.

How about it? All my blogging friends could pool resources and get me both, and I'd be the happiest woman on the planet. I wouldn't get anything done ever again, but I'd have a big smile on my face all the time. And lots of potassium.

Why do I feel so dirty?

Or is it anger? Or worthlessness? Perhaps I need a different perspective. Likely I do. I hate the fact that I'm being complimented for something that used to be natural to me. I am a team player. I work hard. I work for the greater good. Or maybe that was me 'before'. Before what I don't know. I like to blame everything on depression, but this could just be the result of having the life sucked out of me by my former boss. The attitude that we're a small group and everyone has to play their part, with no boundaries whatsoever. Or it could be that I've gone too long without a vacation, and thus the two days I had off before my work in SF just enabled me to relax and really focus on being a team player afterwards. But being complimented profusely for doing what really should be natural makes it feel like a game - the positive reinforcement is supposed to make me want to say - yee ha! She likes my work! I better keep doing this! But it just makes me angry. Dirty. It doesn't help that in the same conversation I hear that I'm supposed to back off on some? most? of the technology stuff I do. I'm supposed to be a good girl and leave it to the experts to research and implement. I should feel relieved because it's something off my plate, but I feel like I've been told to turn off a part of my brain. I suppose likely what I need the most is an attitude adjustment, but that office is closed today it seems. See if they are open tomorrow.

SF Snippets 3

Taxi story: I've never experienced such behavior before, though I'm sure it exists frequently. I had to go from my hotel to another hotel, and of course running late in the morning. I went out the door of the hotel and the doorman wasn't there, so I walked over to the taxi stand to get a taxi. Tried opening the door and it was locked and the guy ignored, me, started the car and drove into the waiting area. At first I thought that I had done something wrong, but then I saw that two women were there with luggage.

So, the doorman was there and he spoke to the first driver. At first I said there's no way I wanted to go with that guy until I realized that he was looking for the airport fare, and thus the best way to get back at him was to actually take his taxi. In the meantime another driving had pulled in for the women with the luggage, and he made sure to make clear that I was supposed to take the other taxi because HE wanted the airport fare - going so far as to close the trunk of the first taxi driver.

Turned out the women were going to the same hotel as me, so we all went in the first taxi, thus screwing both hopefully. Me being the sufferer of road rage, as we exited that lot, I flipped off the second taxi driver. When we got to our destination, the fare was $8.05. I only had a 10, so I gave him a nickel and the 10 and asked for a dollar back, which I thought was VERY generous, though he looked at me rather incredulously. I should have given him nothing.

Reception: There was a reception Sunday night on the 32nd floor of a hotel. With elevators with windows. And it wasn't too foggy so you could see tons. Very nice.

H&M Shopping: I had some free time so went into that store. Found some nice things to try on, and tried to do so. Seems that Swedish people are built differently than Polish-Americans. I felt like a huge monster trying on what was supposed to be my size (6) and barely getting my leg into the pant leg, and busting out of the tops. Oh well...

I have one more story, but I'll save that for tomorrow. Have to go catch up on blogs...

Snippets of SF 2

Bush Man. Apparently he's a legend. I saw him in action the other night, and he's been around a long time. He sits by a garbage can with two branches of fake leaves and pretends to be a bush. And moves when some unsuspecting tourist walks by and scares the hell out of them.

Twiddling. Bored here in the booth, so one person has decided she is going to twiddle her thumbs for an hour. I wanted to look up what defines champion twiddling, but there's a wait here for the computers. One man was nice enough to let me ask him to look up twiddling really quickly. Once I clarified that I meant thumb twiddling, we read some stuff in Wikipedia. Which is when he confided in me that he thought that I was talking about masturbation. It's ok - he was gay I think. So we had a good laugh imagining twiddling championships.

Inspiration Point. Went out to Berkeley to visit a friend and we hiked up to Inspiration Point to see the sun set over the city and Golden Gate Bridge (neither of which we could really see that weel - saw the fog...). It was beautiful.

Taxi Stories. I will have to wait for that one. Long and involved.

And must get back to my booth-mates.

Pumpkin Lasagne

Yes, you read that right. In hopes of never losing this recipe again (thankfully I've sent it to friends and they can send it back to me), I'm posting it. And want to share with all y'all. I found it one day in a magazine I was reading waiting for a doctor's appointment. It sounds strange, but it's very good, as DNB could attest. And I'm posting it in part because through NaMoPlop I came across a recipe blog, and I'd love to get some recipes from blogs that I read regularly (WNG mentioned a vegetable soup recipe??). Use it as one of your postings in November!

12 dried lasagna noodles
8 oz shitake or porcini mushrooms, stemmed and sliced
8 oz cremini or button mushrooms, sliced
½ tsp salt
2 TB olive oil
12 slices bacon cut crossways into ¼ inch strips
1 ½ c. chopped onion
3 TB snipped fresh sage or 2 tsp dried leaf sage
2 15 oz canned pumpkin
¾ c. whole milk or ½ and ½
1 tsp ground black pepper
1 tsp cider vinegar
¾ tsp salt
1 15 oz carton ricotta cheese
1 lb. Fresh mozzarella, cut into thin slices
6 oz parmesan-reg or Grana Padano finely shredded (1 ½ c)

In skillet cook mushrooms and ¾ tsp salt in hot olive oil over medium heat until tender and no liquid remains. Remove, set aside. Add bacon to skillet, cook until crisp. Remove, sete aside. Discard all but 1 TB drippings. Add onion, cook until tender. Add sage, cook 30 seconds. Add the pumpkin, milk, pepper, vinegar, and 1 tsp salt. Heat through.

In a greased 3q oval baking dish spread ½ c. pumpkin sauce. Cover bottom of dish w/ 4 noodles. Layer with 1/3 each of mushrooms, bacon, ricotta, mozzarella, and parmesan. Repeat layers twice. Bake uncovered in 400 degree oven for 40-45 minutes. Let stand for 15 minutes.

A view of baby quilt I made

This was a combination of African and Indonesian.

One of my favorite TV ads these days

Here's a description from MediaPost since I can't link directly to the video, and you don't want to see it anyway. Chevrolet launched a massive print, TV and online campaign to promote the 2008 Chevrolet Malibu. TV ads, running on prime-time network and cable television and during MLB playoffs, depict the Malibu as a car that can't be ignored. The first ad features a jogger crossing the street and running into a parked car. A 15-second version of the ad shows her persistence as she tries unsuccessfully to run through the car. "Soon, there will be a car you can't ignore," says the voiceover.

Why do I like it so much? I saw the ad the first time when it was on during Bionic Woman, and I thought it was the show, thus, I thought the Bionic Woman was running and slammed into a car. I laughed hysterically. And still get a good laugh thinking of it, partly laughing at myself. Stupid humor. Gotta love it. Though if I hadn't associated it with the Bionic Woman, I'm not sure how much I would have liked the ad.

Blow Pop

Coming out of the closet. I did not announce my joining NaMoBloPop, but I did join, and am trying to post every day. Yesterday was crazy, and I 'cheated' by just posting a photo. But I really think it is indeed to look up in the sky and appreciate the view once in a while. I know I get stuck on looking down and straight ahead, and there's always something interesting up above. Except when you sit in a hotel all day, and all there are are ceilings and low lights. Ack!

Crap. Work calls again. Hope everyone is well.

Look! Up in the Sky!

Take a look up and appreciate the view.

Snippets of SF

A moment this morning in bed. No movement but my heartbeat. My pulse beating against the fabric near my right ear. The sound of my heartbeat adding a tune to the pulse of the city outside the window.

Walking to the F Train/Tram with my bags to go down to Fisherman's Wharf. Just a little to late to catch it. Or so I thought. The train sits as I approach. "Are you going to Fisherman's Wharf?" Conductor, with a smile: "I'd better be. I waited here long enough for you."

On the tram with my big rolling duffel that is falling apart not so slowly any more. Man across the aisle: "that's a terribly large bag". Yes it is.

Find Happiness

It's funny how I've made some kind of great personal realization sometimes, and think I'm the only one to ever make that realization, and then find that it's a common human realization.

On the airplane out to SF, I had the science section from the NY Times, August 14. There was an article by Jane E. Broday, Thriving After Life's Bum Rap. "I have met and read about countless people who, having faced life-threatening illness, end up happier, better able to appreciate the good things and people in their lives, more willing to take the time to smell the roses." Much of the article is about people who've faced cancer, but I really feel it applies to me also (refer to the Choose Life post of a few days back.)

She notes a book: Happiness in a Storm: Facing Illness and Embracing Life as a Healthy Survivor. A quote from that book: Happiness in a storm is never about enjoying your illness, but embracing your life within the limits of your illness, and figuring out how to feel happy whenever possible.

Easier said than done for some, but a very good thought, and your thought for the day.

Sake tasting

I went Sake tasking today! There's a place in Berkeley right off the highway. It's the first time I've tried all the different kinds - from extra dry to sweet sweet, from warm to room temperature to cold. From traditional to flavored ones (like lychee and fuji apple). I thought I only liked cold ones (less traditional), but I liked their warm ones too. Sweet sweet was a bit gross, but everything else was really nice, all in different ways. So I need to start exploring the whole sake genre more. I bought two of them, and we'll see if I can get them back home without them breaking.

In the tasting area there's also a museum, which has some big barrels that are used in some part of the sake making process (which, by the way, is made from rice, water, mold, and yeast and is accomplished through parallel fermentation process). Why have people thrown coins into these barrels? And rest room tokens? And a dollar bill? And bus tickets? And a credit card? (no joke - it must have been a stolen one - I told the proprietess). It's not a fountain, and I don't think wishes will come true from throwing coins in them. But just in case, I threw in a penny. :-)

Recipe for you - SwePoPep

I seem to have brought the rain with me... too bad. But that's ok. Will be in tonight enjoying a home cooked, not by me, meal. Yum.

Speaking of which, I thought I would share a recipe or two in this blog, and I'm going to start today with something I made up last night. I made up two things and together they were great, but for one I used a prepackaged spice mix, and I want to be able to list the ingredients of the spices, so I'll save that one for when I get home.

In honor of NaMoBloPop I'll name it SwePoPep

One baking potato (good size)
One sweet potato (approximately same size)
Microwave until done. (we have a baked potato button on our microwave so it's great)
Cut up baking potato in bowl (leave skin on).
Dig out flesh of sweet potato and mix in with potato.
While mixing add approx. 3TB butter, at least 1/4 tsp salt, and fresh ground white pepper (salt and pepper are both to taste).
At very end add in 1/4 or so pepitas (pumpkin seeds). Mix in.

Eat.
Would likely be better if the pumpkin seeds were toasted a little, but I was trying to make a quick dinner, so no time for that. It was really good! If I do say so myself. That was my creativity for the day. I used what I had on hand, which is what I love to do.

Will I leave my heart

In San Francisco?

I'd write more but have to go home and pack and go to sleep to catch an early plane. Off to San Francisco for over a week! Some fun, but mostly work. Am still going to tryyyyy and blog every day. Not that it matters since I scared off WNG... :-) Won't guarantee comments though. Don't cry too much!

Be good. And if you can't be good, be careful. As they say.

Elmo swims with whales

Elmo really gets around. This is a section of a quick and dirty baby quilt I made - actually the first ever I got money to do! This side was a pre-printed scene of whales which I just HAD to add Elmo to. The other side (which I should have included a photo of, sorry) was a bit more creative, and I quilted in a fishy pattern. It was fun.

Choose Life

There was a time in the past several years when I was so depressed I made plans to take my own life. I did not of course, else this would be ghost writing. Har har...

Anyway, just getting to that point profoundly altered me. Most people will never get to that point, which is a good thing. Some will go beyond planning and actually try. And some will try and succeed. Which is very sad, to put it mildly.

I was altered in that now every day consciously or subconsciously I choose life because I found that it is indeed possible for me to choose 'not life'. I don't take life for granted anymore. I still think too much sometimes, and feel too much sometimes. I still get overwhelmed, and I still feel depressed at times. But knowing that I can choose 'not life' has made my choice for life and my life itself a little bit more precious. And more important somehow.

Re-reading this, it sounds very strange. But really it is a movement towards a different choice - a choice for happiness, for comfort, for acceptance of myself, for forgiveness, and more. A very active life without moving a muscle. And sometimes that choice for the positive is not always easy, but it needs to be made.

Dying is easy. It's living that scares me to death. [OK, Susan, for $500,000. What song is that from?] Living is scary sometimes, but it's well worthwhile. And I like a challenge.

Choose life. Choose happiness.

Portraiture

[one of my favorites of hers - Willie Nelson]
I went to see an Annie Liebowitz exhibit this past weekend. It's a mix of personal and professional photos, and it was rather amazing. Capturing someone's essence in a photo is a gift, and she really has that gift. In one of the descriptions on the wall next to a photo, she remarked that she needs people to be in their element, and not in some studio, which to me makes sense. It provides a context, and something to bring out the inside person. Not every photographer needs this, but I think I would too.

One great side exhibit was a room in which they had a digital camera and digital projectors. On two walls of the room two sets of images would rotate through (all portraits) - all of 'regular' people (people visiting the museum): some that were saved, and some that were captured there and then in the moment because they had a digital camera there so you could take a portrait of yourself. There were seats in the room so you could sit and view the images.

I had sooo much fun there, both watching and participating. Portraiture is wonderful in part because people are wonderfully complex. Faces are complex. Personalities are complex. It was a different experience to see myself up on a wall in a six foot by six foot photo. It was interesting to watch people decide if they would take a photo of themselves, and to see whether it would turn out serious or funny. Some kids loved it; others were too shy. One man walked into the room and I almost went up to him and 'forced' him to take a photo - such an interesting face (older, mixed heritage) accentuated by thick black rimmed glasses. But he walked on through without taking a photo of himself.

Would you take your photo and have it projected? Would you make a funny face or be serious? Or, do as I did and take about 10 covering every permutation and combination?

For Susan (and anyone else looking for dates)

Erection Day

Ha! Sorry, this won't be about what you're hoping it's about. I just gave myself a chuckle this morning thinking of how someone who speaks an Asian language would say election day. (OK, so maybe it's only specific Asian languages - I'm not sure. And I only write it because I make fun of myself when I'm speaking other languages than English - it's hard to not have an accent!)

I was just thinking on the way to work about what happened to moderation? I'm not at either end of the political spectrum, and I see how the races for the frontrunners of each of the parties for the national elections are moving along. All I can say is UGH. I know that's the nature of politics in this day and age, but I don't have to like it.

I've never considered myself a Republican, but I so hoped that McCain would be in the front and become President. Just the amount of experience and relative (seemingly) integrity. Yeah, I know all that which you are going to write. But, that's what I think. We'll see how it all plays out. It would also be nice to have an African American male in office too...(though he is a bit young...). Find your presidential candidate.

Just get out and vote! And show your support by saluting with various parts of your body.

Regret #2

When I lived in NJ, my parents would take my sister and me to Broadway to see shows. Musicals were my dad's favorite (and my mom's?), so we saw many great ones. We went to see Sugar Babies, with Mickey Rooney, which to my tastes does not rank among the best, but it was still good.

Do you remember Michael Davis? The guy who got known in part through juggling chain saws, etc. on Saturday Night Live? I had seen him a couple times and loved his act. Well, he was actually in Sugar Babies; he was one of the acts in between main acts.

The night we went to see it, the curtains closed to let the actors go change and set up for the next act, and he walked on stage in front of the curtains. From the audience there was dead silence, which forcefully stopped my hands in mid clap. I looked around and wondered what the hell was going on. And though I wanted to clap and show my appreciation, and in addition not be rude, I did not clap. And that is my regret.

Seems like a small one to you, perhaps, but I still remember it so many years later because I allowed the force of the crowd to silence me. To silence what I believed in.

In the end, it was perhaps for the best. There was no polite applause when he came on, but when he left the stage, the crowd was roaring with appreciation - and almost gave him a standing ovation. I imagine that was a tremendous triumph.

Look! Up in the sky!

Skywatchers throughout the Northern Hemisphere report the newly visible
Comet Holmes a remarkable sight even under city lights. The comet,
described in glowing terms by many observers, should continue to be visible
to the naked eye for at least the next few weeks.

Only a couple comets each decade are this easy to see......

Worry wart

So, my mom is 78 years old. At what point does simple memory problems from being old and tired switch to Alzheimers or some other bad disease? I just worry, because sometimes in the same phone conversation she'll repeat the same things, and not remember she said them. Which isn't horrible, since I do that occasionally too. But last night was the first night she asked me the same exact questions, and responded like she hadn't heard the answers before. I know she was tired because she was helping my sister with my nieces during the day. I'm hoping to chalk it up to that and not have it be something worse. And just track if she starts doing that during the day. It's just scary though.

Quilt update

OK, so I've made the sky fabric:

The mountain fabric:

And the path fabric:


Now for the trees, which is quite intimidating because it has to be 80 inches long! damn...

The Best Halloween Photos from 7SecDelay

Those are the best animal ones. Go to the Seven Second Delay playlist page and see the first photo for the best kid photo. Warning: may offend some.

Uplifting

OK, I have to write to get this out of my system. When I look down, I'm amazed. I have breasts! OK, so, some may say, yeah, um, you're a woman, what's the big deal? But I'm wearing a new bra that I got for these reasons in order of importance: 1) on sale (half off) 2) fits 3) comfortable 4) pretty. I'm not sure if I should add this as number 5...uplifting (or kind of up and in). You have to realize I have a long history of wearing bras that are inexpensive, NOT fancy and have no padding - I am (was?) a firm believer in 'keeping it real'. But it's REALLY difficult to find something in size A that isn't padded and looks nice and supports the little I have, so I have had to cave. I may be changing my mind since it's kind of neat to have breasts, and hey, it seems to be one piece of clothing I SHOULD pay money for.

I went to go blow dry my hair this morning at the gym, looked at myself in the mirror, and laughed. The other woman there looked at me like I was nuts.

Ok, I'll get over this. Though it is a good thing I can type without looking at the keyboard or screen, since I'm staring at my chest the whole time...