Saturday, February 28, 2009
Here's what I wrote:
Don't all women have times in their lives, maybe their whole lives, where they could be considered women in red?
I love red! It says, YES! Or, Ohhh Yeah. Or Mmm Hmm.
It somehow speaks to knowing who I am, and feeling comfortable in my own skin.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if all women, and men, felt (red!) good about who they are? Good enough to try whatever creative outlet, or dream they have for themselves?
Go on! Be red!
Oh, how I wish I felt like that all the time. Maybe nobody feels like that all the time. I've noticed over the years that my image of myself is reflected in the colors of clothing that I tend toward.
A shy high schooler, navy blue was my color of choice. Quiet. Nondescript. In the shadows. I had a period of red in my early 20's, having somewhat come in to my own. It felt great! Until I realized that I wasn't being "me" after all. Yeah, yeah, so grown up. Not!
Then I went into a rust, maroon, earthy phase. Earth mama, right? Baked my own bread; made my own flour even. Yeah, I had visions of moving out into the wilderness with my love and my daughter (also my love) and growing our own food, being totally self-sufficient. Hahahahaha!
In my 30's, I had a couple more kids, a failing marriage, and I was tired. I don't really remember a color palatte during that time. I just remember wearing things that seemed to be too big for me. Might have had something to do with the low self-esteem during that period. The smallness of me. Disappearing me. My ex fed that belief and, yep, I bought it. For a while, anyway. Believe it or not, I still have some of those clothes and am amazed that I thought they fit!!!
During my 40's I had a promotion at work, a realistic image of myself, confidence, and a paycheck that allowed me to dress in a fashion that I could never have imagined before. Not that I was a fashionista, by any stretch of the imagination, but I bought clothing that fit, and some items had big flowers (back in the day, right?), and were trendy. I had met Hubby by then and he bought me colorful, fitted dresses and made me feel like I not only looked good in them, but deserved them.
Today, I still see alot of bland in my closet. Not because I want to hide, but because I know that I can build on the basics. I have plenty of hot pink capris, flowery blouses, lacy tanks, and bright additions to any outfit. I love feminine. Pink, flowers, lace, and yes red!
Yeah, I have good days and not so good days. I try to remember that I am the best me there is. I still push myself to try to move towards my dreams. I hope that I can grasp the courage it takes to "put it out there!"
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Surgery went really well for the hip, although he did have an atrial fibrillation during surgery that was worrisome enough to bring in a cardiologist and land Hubby in a cardiac unit for monitoring for 24 hours.
It's basically, for him, a racing heartbeat. Come to find out, he's had several of these episodes a year over the last 5 years. The wife is always the last to know. He didn't want to worry me. Sheesh!
So here's what WebMD says about it:
Atrial Fibrillation and Heart Disease
To make a long story short, his heartbeat straightened itself out and after the 24 hours was moved into the orthopaedic ward to get on to his physical therapy. He should come home tomorrow. How wonderful that will feel to be snuggled up in bed at home together again!
I have numerous humerous and surprising stories to share. But as this is my first night at home, I'm thinkin' a nice glass of wine and an early night is in order.
I can't wait to catch up on all of the blogs I love to follow!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Back in the day, when Hubby was a record promoter for Electra Records, he had to pick up an artist at the SF airport in his 1979 Toyota Celica and drive him from radio station to radio station in San Francisco & Berkeley, CA to promote his album, Heartattack and Vine. Back then, Tom Waits was an up & coming. Hubby had no idea of the talent that sat next to him in the car that day. He can't remember conversations because it was just picking some guy up at the airport and shuffeling him around. What he does remember is the pile of cigarette ashes on the passenger-side floorboard carpet of his new car!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wonderful fresh mozzarella cheese!
Mozzarella was originally made from water-buffalo milk in Italy. Most fresh mozzarella now comes from cow's milk, both in Italy and here in North America.
It's delicious tossed into hot pasta, the heat of which is just enough to melt the cheese. You'll usually see unsalted mozzarella in a container of water. Refrigerate it in its water and don't expect it to last longer than a few days.
From the Roma Bella Mozzarella Company.
2,000 years ago Rome was the master of the world and Julius Caesar was the master of Rome. One of Rome's many conquests was the country of Egypt and its beautiful Queen Cleopatra. Caesar returned to Rome and sent his counsel, Anthony, to administer the conquest.
Legend has it that Anthony and Cleopatra fell in love and spent many idyllic hours cruising the Nile on the barges pulled by water buffalo, eating sumptuous meals and feasting on cheese made from the milk of the water buffalo. The Egyptians, seeing the passion between the two, came to regard the protein and vitamin rich cheese as a prime motivator in this mad affair. Anthony became such a lover of the cheese he sent water buffalo back to Rome as a gift to Caesar, with instructions on how to make the milk into mozzarella. Overnight the cheese became a staple of the Roman diet and all of Southern Italy. The breeding of the water buffalo became a passion in its own right in the area between Rome and Naples. Over the centuries, the wholesomeness of the produce sustained the Italian people and could not be duplicated anywhere else.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I couldn't see for about a half an hour after taking the camera out there, but it was beautiful. Just somthin' about those mountains that creates masterpieces!
There's a blog for submitting your cool sky photos. If you haven't heard of Sky Watch, you really should check it out. Fabulous photos!!!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I really like this one! It's a brain test, but fun! I'd love to hear how many times it took to get it right...
These are the things we're supposed to do to remove the cholesterol around our brain & try to slow up Alzheimer's. A great test, do it until you get 100%! It takes an average of 5 tries to get to 100%. It's harder than it seems, as it should be! A brain waker-upper for today! http://www.humorsphere.com/fun/8787/colortest.swf
Here are some bits of weird little trivia:
Stewardesses' is the longest word typed with only the left hand.
And 'lollipop' is the longest word typed with your right hand. (Bet you tried this out mentally, didn't you?)
No word in the English language rhymes with month , orange, silver, or purple. '
Dreamt' is the only English word that ends in the letters 'mt'. (Are you doubting this?)
Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing.
The sentence: 'The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog' uses every letter of the alphabet. (Now, you KNOW you're going to try this out for accuracy, right?)
The words 'racecar,' 'kayak' and 'level' are the same whether they are read left to right or right to left (palindromes). (Yep, I knew yo u were going to 'do' this one.)
There are only four words in the English language which end in 'dous': tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous. (You're not possibly doubting this, are you ?)
There are two words in the English language that have all five vowels in order: 'abstemious' and 'facetious.' (Yes, admit it, you are going to say, a e i o u)
TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard. (All you typists are going to test this out)
A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.
A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds . (Some days that's about what my memory span is.)
A 'jiffy' is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second.
A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes.
A snail can sleep for three years. (I know some people that could do this too.!)
Almonds are a member of the peach family.
An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. (I know some people like that also . Actually I know A LOT of people like this!)
Babies are born without kneecaps. They don't appear until the child reaches 2 to 6 years of age.
February 1865 is the only month in recorded history not to have a full moon.
In the last 4,000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.
If the population of China walked past you, 8 abreast, the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction.
Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors.
Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite!
Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.
The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.
The cruise liner, QE 2,moves only six inches for each gallon of diesel that it burns.
The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket. (Good thing he did that.)
The winter of 1932 was so cold that Niagara Falls froze completely solid .
There are more chickens than people in the world.
Winston Churchillwas born in a ladies' room during a dance.
Women blink nearly twice as much as men.
Now you know more than you did before!!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Nobody wants to see this, right? That being said...thank God there is this procedure. We talk about it all the time; what did people do before there was a surgery to replace a hip that has lost its cartiledge?
Hubby was a jogger for 30 years. His bones are in fantastic shape, but the cartiledge was worn down to non-existence. He started feeling some pain in late November and by January, knew he had to have something done. It's now bone on bone. I've watched the pain increase every day, and his mood go downhill. I know this is very depressing for him. Let's face it, he's a type A personality. He has a difficult time sitting still and is definitely a go-getter. The pain meds took care of the need to be doing something constantly, but not so much the pain. And because we operate our own business, he really has to be on top of things.
It's a very strange time right now. I try to remember that he's on medication and is not quite himself. He gets short tempered, but tries to do it in a nice way. Surgery is one week from tomorrow, and it couldn't come soon enough. I've talked with people who've said the pain of surgery is not as bad as the pain you're in before. I hope that's true for his sake. We had a good laugh this afternoon when I mentioned The Real McCoys! You have to be of a certain age to remember that show. Old Grampa hobbled around and his shoulders and arms would jerk every time he took a step. Yep, we think he needed a hip replacement!
We spent the better part of the day today up in Tucson so he could give blood in case he needs it during surgery, and then an appointment with his orthopaedic surgeon. Hubby's been dieting for the last month or so, not wanting to carry around any more weight than is necessary after surgery.
I'd love to hear any experiences you know of regarding hip replacement. It's done so often now it shouldn't be too big a deal, right?
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Chile Pork Stir-Fry with Green Beans
4 1/2 Tbl frozen orange juice concentrate, thawed
3 Tbl hoisin sauce
1 1/2 Tbl reduced-sodium soy sauce
3/4 tsp Asian chili paste
2 tsp dark sesame oil
1 1/2 lb green beans, halved crosswise
1 (1 lb) pork tenderloin, thinly sliced - 1/8 inch thick
4 green onions, thinly sliced
1 (8 oz) can sliced water chestnuts, drained
1. Whisk orange juice concentrate, hoisin sauce, soy sauce and chili paste in small bowl.
2. Heat oil in wok or large nonstick skillet over high heat until hot. Cook green beans 4 minutes, stirring occasionally. Add 3 Tbl water; cook 4-6 minutes or until beans are crisp-tender.
3. Add pork, green onions and water chestnuts; cook and stir 2 minutes. Add hoisin mixture; cook 1 minute or until pork is pale pink in center and sauce is slightly thickened.
What I really liked about this recipe was the hint of orange juice in it. We served it over brown rice, but I imagine that basmati rice would be excellent as well!
Friday, February 13, 2009
What does that mean? Home. The very literal, walking in your house at the end of the day, means being able to take a deep breath. A safe haven, for me. Lock out the pressures of the outside.
So many times out in the public view it means being "on" for extended periods of time. With clients you have to be up, knowledgeable, accomodating...on. With some family members I may have to be calm, patient, go out of my way to not make a fuss. For the general public I have a need to be polite, respectful, empathetic, helpful (I know, but it's who I am). So when I get home my shoulders relax, I smile at how happy my dogs are to see me, and I let go into Hubby's arms.
Is home where you live or where you're from? I live here, but home may always be on the coast, in that small ocean community of yesteryear. It's true that it's not the same place it used to be (you can never go home). When I was a young bride we lived a block away from the beach. I went to school in the mornings and took my dog to the beach every afternoon. The houses and duplexes in the neighborhood were inhabited mostly by elderly couples and low income renters. Today, it is a cauldren of drugs and prostitution. I'm not saying the whole town is like that but what I would consider a very desirable area is no longer that. So, no, that's not home.
My very favorite house along the coast was located in a Leave it to Beaver area, where kids ran around the neighborhood together, accepting of the varied ages of their playmates. Kind of like in my youth when we'd all go out and roller skate together. Life changed for us when we lived there. No longer a haven of loving, supportive relationships, it became a suspicious den of blame and unhappiness. No, that's not home either.
Home may be as big as a continent. When I think of the brave soldiers that are putting their lives at risk for our freedom, I'm so grateful. I know they would much rather be "home", in the U.S.
I think home is like the place Shawn Colvin sings about in her song, This Must be the Place.
That's where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there.
I come home
you lifted up your wings
I guess this must be the place.
Yeah. That's it.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
The list of people or bands that have let this song rip is quite varied and sometimes really funny. Imagine Tiny Tim singing it! Ha! He did backstage in Santa Cruz! Or how about Barry White! Think about that one! Neil Young (telephone version). I have no idea either. Dave Matthews? Yep. Otis Redding. Yep. Get this! David McCallum??? Man from UNCLE? That one cracked me up too. Okay, maybe it's not the same person, but maybe it is!
Did any of us really know the words back then? I sure didn't, but it sounded wild and I liked that.
The band attracted nationwide attention when "Louie Louie" was banned by the governor of Indiana, Matthew E. Welsh, and attracted the attention of the FBI because of alleged indecent lyrics in the Kingsmen's version of the song. The lyrics were, in fact, innocuous, but Ely's baffling enunciation permitted teenage fans and concerned parents alike to imagine the most scandalous obscenities. All of this attention only made the song more popular.
So here at last, the lyrics for Louie Louie. Not so wild and crazy after all. Now that's funny.
Louie Louie, oh no
Me gotta go
I saidLouie Louie, oh baby
Me gotta go
Fine little girl waits for me
Catch a ship across the sea
Sail that ship about, all alone
Never know if I make it home
Three nights and days I sail the sea
Think of girl, constantly
On that ship, I dream she's there
I smell the rose in her hair.
Okay, let's give it to 'em, right now!
See Jamaica, the moon above
It won't be long, me see me love
Take her in my arms again
Tell her I'll never leave again
Let's take it on outa here now
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
It's snowing lightly right now. Too bad we have to drive to Tucson this morning. I'd like to stay inside, all warm and toasty!
Friday, February 6, 2009
Anybody else game?
In my head I'm thinking that each person would have their own day to add their own "chapter". Could be a bit challenging as well since the story may have gone in a different direction by the time it gets around to your turn. Maybe we could start with a two week story and see what happens. If we want the story to continue or start a new one, we can decide at that point.
Since we're from so many different places in the U.S. and around the world, and so different in our experiences, this should be really fun to see where it goes!
If you're interested, leave me a comment and I'll post everyone that wants to play. If you have suggestions on ways to assign days, please let me know.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
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Before the hurricane hit, we went to the store for victuals.
More about vittles:
Berlin Airlift: Operation Vittles » HistoryNet
Fifty-six years ago, The press delighted in describing how pilots formerly assigned to desks were now flying around the clock to keep the city alive in what was quickly dubbed Operation Vittles. DC-4s from various civilian air carriers participated in the auxiliary transatlantic lift in support of Operation Vittles.
An American airman, Gail Halvorsen, is credited with starting what the Americans called the "Candy Bombers" by taking his chocolate and chewing gum rations and attaching them to parachutes made of handkerchiefs in what he called "Operation Little Vittles."