So it's Good Friday. My eating spree if over, thank God, and I'm ready to begin the ascent to normalcy once more. Why can't I ever remember how awful I feel when I decide to eat a scone, an apple fritter, and an oatmeal cookie, all within an hour- not to mention a big cup of coffee to wash it all down.
I think I'll make up some post it notes with little gentle reminders, saying things like "HORRIBLY, SMELLY & OFFENSIVE GAS", "THE BLOATING WILL MAKE YOU LOOK TWO MONTHS PREGNANT", "YOU'LL FEEL LIKE CRAP" and "DON'T DO IT!!!" Then, when I'm in the mood to 'graze', I'll whip out the post its, and place them in strategic locations: the cupboard door, the freezer door, or maybe I'll just hold them in my hands- in place of the snacks. That's it, I'll hold onto little snips of neon paper telling me how awful I'll feel if I replace the paper with snacks. Yeah, that'll work.
Any way, enough rambling...
It's quiet here at work today. We are closed for lunch because of Good Friday. One might think "horray for the chefs, they get a shift off," but no such luck. They're down in the kitchen now. Scrubbing, until everything shines like the top of the Chrysler building.
This morning I woke up around 8am. Got out of bed, took about six paces, then slumped onto another horizontal surface- the couch in my living room. Then, for about two hours I stared at my furniture. I even got mad at it. I have this thing, where I can only go about 2.5 weeks before I feel a need to rearrange the furniture.
Well, the need to rearrange happen to hit around 11pm last night. Ever so quietly, I put little gym socks under the feet of all my furniture, and did ice capades all over my living room floor. The last time I moved all the furniture around, my landlord appeared at my apartment door. His hair was disheveled and his face was all wrinkled and awry. "I was trying to take a nap," he said. "Next time, just put something under the furniture so it doesn't scratch the wood." Hence, the little gym socks.
Unfortunately, I didn't make much progress. My place looks like it's been ransacked. Stacks of books everywhere and the carpet, folded in four, sits like a giant hill in the middle of my living room. I'm too discouraged to know where to begin replacing things. And, the sad thing is, I think the furniture arrangement was actually best before I moved a thing. Oh well. at least I was able to burn off about 23 calories of the fritter in the dance of it all.
Sunday is Easter and I'm looking forward to the sunrise service that I'll be attending along the Schuylkill. A brunch will follow. Lets just hope I can once again live and practice some self control. Oh dear Father, not another cookie.
21 March 2008
19 March 2008
Unbuttoned
I could go for a cookie now. The cheap kind. Like a box of generic animal crackers from the grocery store. But it's getting kind of late now, and to put on my boots really seems like a chore. So, I'll put off the decision and listen to my belly growl in the meanwhile. Sometimes I eat just telling myself that it will quiet my noisy stomach. It usually doesn't work, but I like eating, nonetheless, so I do it a lot. Sometimes, in the morning, when I get my coffee, if I don't have a stirrer, I'll use my chubby finger. Then I lick my chubby finger so I don't get milk all over my shirt or pants. (Or sometimes I'll wipe my finger on the car seat -if I'm driving). If only I had some animal crackers now. I'd eat them till their sweetness stung the insides of my teeth. I might even have to unbutton my pants and undo the zipper. But, hey, if it quiets my stomach, it's certainly worth it. It's really not that late. Now, where did I leave my boots?
Fat
Have you ever felt yourself getting fat? You know, you feel lazy, you snack more and your stomach feels big and heavy. You're probably getting fat if you feel like that. I feel fat tonight. I ate five cookies and a slice of pizza. I also had a beer and twice I've rolled over on my elbow to let out some gas. Now that's getting fat.
Blues play on the radio, my steady companion, and the lines of this paper remind me of the monotony of life. We wait, wait, wait. Hot water, ecstasy, a warm oven, and a pay stub. Labor, wait. Labor, wait.
I could go for a cookie now. The cheap kind. Like a box of generic animal crackers from the grocery store. But it's getting kind of late now, and to put on my boots really seems like a chore. So, I'll put off the decision and listen to my belly growl in the meanwhile. Sometimes I eat just telling myself that it will quiet my noisy stomach. It usually doesn't work, but I like eating, nonetheless, so I do it a lot. Sometimes, in the morning, when I get my coffee, if I don't have a stirrer, I'll use my chubby finger. Then I lick my chubby finger so I don't get milk all over my shirt or pants. (Or sometimes I'll wipe my finger on the car seat -if I'm driving). If only I had some animal crackers now. I'd eat them till their sweetness stung the insides of my teeth. I might even have to unbutton my pants and undo the zipper. But, hey, if it quiets my stomach, it's certainly worth it. It's really not that late. Now, where did I leave my boots?
Fat
Have you ever felt yourself getting fat? You know, you feel lazy, you snack more and your stomach feels big and heavy. You're probably getting fat if you feel like that. I feel fat tonight. I ate five cookies and a slice of pizza. I also had a beer and twice I've rolled over on my elbow to let out some gas. Now that's getting fat.
Blues play on the radio, my steady companion, and the lines of this paper remind me of the monotony of life. We wait, wait, wait. Hot water, ecstasy, a warm oven, and a pay stub. Labor, wait. Labor, wait.
Adam had strength and Eve round breasts. Together they fell and now we wait.
11 March 2008
silver moon
it sure was something being in that delivery room when caleb was born. my sister moaned and groaned, sounds that were beautiful and only could accompany a woman trying to bring forth her son into this fallen world.
part of me wanted to rush to her side. in this pain she deeply felt. but, there was nothing i nor her husband could do to alleviate such the pangs of birth.
she was so cool. so calm. back and forth she swayed her head as her knees and pregnant belly were submerged in the whirls of the jacuzzi. alternating, ryan and i, slowly poured warm water across the lows of her back. elbows on the edge of the tub, my sister, with two braids, back and forth, rocking her head.
every 45 seconds a contraction would come. for about 30 seconds, the pain was bearable, then the last 10 seconds or so, usually the last 3, she would let out a deep gallowing, full yelp of sorts. an utterance that only a woman in birth could echo out. it was indeed a bit fearsome. like i said earlier, i wanted to help, to leave, to escape that horrific scream...but, it's part of bringing forth a child. in this fallen world.
so she made it for one last contraction, submerged in the tub, before we saw fit to quickly and immediately wheel closer the surgical tools and ready the bed.
slowly, she rose out of the water. one knee at a time bends and she is dripping wet, finding her way to a large plastic blown up ball covered in a birthing cloth. she straddles it and has one last amazon contraction. the nurses called her amazon woman. two braids down her back, blood on the floor, a child soon to be born. she screams "he's here."
it was all we could do to somehow try to maneuver her to the bed. the child's head was ready to come out, but no one was present to do proper delivery. panic almost set in. and i, of all people, was sent to find barb. barb was the midwife who had left her phone in some other patients room, and wasn't anywhere to be found to deliver this coming child.
i rushed to the door, to exit and yell for barb, when just then, barb appeared. she didn't even have time to get gloves on. kara was spread out on the bed, in pain, her son ready to be born.
at first sight, my sisters son didn't even appear to be a child. he was a gray sliver of moon, cresting, crowning, coming forth from a pool of deep red. with another push, his head took form and soon the remainder of his body slipped out. a sweet, subtle cry followed.
still attached to my sister, the doctors weren't able to set him on my sister's breast. he had to stay down by her belly. the frantic midwife was still trying to get gloves on, when finally, she did and then allowed my sister's husband to cut the cord.
free from the womb, her son was finally placed on her breasts. crying, sucking, shivering and covered with all sorts of body fluid. out of his previous world and into the fallen one. he's arrived. he's here. and he cried to tell us so. so beautiful. so tiny.
when, at first, my sisters son was placed on the low of her belly, because he had a short cord, my sister wept. she cried out "i just want to see his face." she grieved over him, over not seeing his face, over the past five months of wondering what her son, with a cleft lip and palate, would look like. and now, at this crucial moment, his cord was keeping her from finally embracing her son.
her shoulders shook with each cry she let out. i cried too. i wept right along with her. i looked to her husband, he too had been crying. i rubbed her shoulders. i assured her he was beautiful. i told her he was precious. but she just wanted to see his face.
it was a conflicting moment. we all were emotional. a mother, just given birth, supposed to be full of joy and happiness. yet my sister was sad. she wept. this made me sad and like i said, i wept.
finally barb managed to get her dry gloves over her wet fingers and give my sister's husband a pair of metal sheers. finally, caleb was placed up on my sisters bloated breasts and finally she held him tight. she wrapped her long arms over and across the small of his tiny, seven pound, 10 ounce body- but still wanted to see his face. she finally picked up the tiny bundle of blankets and held him out, then everything was okay. she had seen him and she loved him. she just held him then. everything was alright.
one of the nurses, soon after, scooped the little baby away. she had to do some tests so she placed him on a little bed and put him under a spotlight of sorts. at least there was a heater overhead, to keep the small baby from shivering.
it was at this point that the nurse, who whisked him away, ran her gloved finger along the inside of the baby's palate and discovered that it was there, closed, and fully formed.
i think i saw this first. i saw the nurse swishing her gloved finger back and forth, back and forth. "it's there," cried the nurse. "it's there!" i continued to rub my sisters shoulders that were no longer shaking.
hearing these words from the nurse caused my sister to weep again. this time, there was no trace of grief. no moaning to her tears. they finished with the tests on the little bed under the spotlight and gave the baby back to my sister. she brought her breast to his mouth and he fed. he sucked. he did everything that everyone had told her he wouldn't be able to do. and she wept. he sucked, and she wept.
her shivering and cold little son, drinking in her warm and soothing milk. and we all just stood around that hospital bed, looking at my sister and her newborn son, and stood in the presence of an almighty God.
part of me wanted to rush to her side. in this pain she deeply felt. but, there was nothing i nor her husband could do to alleviate such the pangs of birth.
she was so cool. so calm. back and forth she swayed her head as her knees and pregnant belly were submerged in the whirls of the jacuzzi. alternating, ryan and i, slowly poured warm water across the lows of her back. elbows on the edge of the tub, my sister, with two braids, back and forth, rocking her head.
every 45 seconds a contraction would come. for about 30 seconds, the pain was bearable, then the last 10 seconds or so, usually the last 3, she would let out a deep gallowing, full yelp of sorts. an utterance that only a woman in birth could echo out. it was indeed a bit fearsome. like i said earlier, i wanted to help, to leave, to escape that horrific scream...but, it's part of bringing forth a child. in this fallen world.
so she made it for one last contraction, submerged in the tub, before we saw fit to quickly and immediately wheel closer the surgical tools and ready the bed.
slowly, she rose out of the water. one knee at a time bends and she is dripping wet, finding her way to a large plastic blown up ball covered in a birthing cloth. she straddles it and has one last amazon contraction. the nurses called her amazon woman. two braids down her back, blood on the floor, a child soon to be born. she screams "he's here."
it was all we could do to somehow try to maneuver her to the bed. the child's head was ready to come out, but no one was present to do proper delivery. panic almost set in. and i, of all people, was sent to find barb. barb was the midwife who had left her phone in some other patients room, and wasn't anywhere to be found to deliver this coming child.
i rushed to the door, to exit and yell for barb, when just then, barb appeared. she didn't even have time to get gloves on. kara was spread out on the bed, in pain, her son ready to be born.
at first sight, my sisters son didn't even appear to be a child. he was a gray sliver of moon, cresting, crowning, coming forth from a pool of deep red. with another push, his head took form and soon the remainder of his body slipped out. a sweet, subtle cry followed.
still attached to my sister, the doctors weren't able to set him on my sister's breast. he had to stay down by her belly. the frantic midwife was still trying to get gloves on, when finally, she did and then allowed my sister's husband to cut the cord.
free from the womb, her son was finally placed on her breasts. crying, sucking, shivering and covered with all sorts of body fluid. out of his previous world and into the fallen one. he's arrived. he's here. and he cried to tell us so. so beautiful. so tiny.
when, at first, my sisters son was placed on the low of her belly, because he had a short cord, my sister wept. she cried out "i just want to see his face." she grieved over him, over not seeing his face, over the past five months of wondering what her son, with a cleft lip and palate, would look like. and now, at this crucial moment, his cord was keeping her from finally embracing her son.
her shoulders shook with each cry she let out. i cried too. i wept right along with her. i looked to her husband, he too had been crying. i rubbed her shoulders. i assured her he was beautiful. i told her he was precious. but she just wanted to see his face.
it was a conflicting moment. we all were emotional. a mother, just given birth, supposed to be full of joy and happiness. yet my sister was sad. she wept. this made me sad and like i said, i wept.
finally barb managed to get her dry gloves over her wet fingers and give my sister's husband a pair of metal sheers. finally, caleb was placed up on my sisters bloated breasts and finally she held him tight. she wrapped her long arms over and across the small of his tiny, seven pound, 10 ounce body- but still wanted to see his face. she finally picked up the tiny bundle of blankets and held him out, then everything was okay. she had seen him and she loved him. she just held him then. everything was alright.
one of the nurses, soon after, scooped the little baby away. she had to do some tests so she placed him on a little bed and put him under a spotlight of sorts. at least there was a heater overhead, to keep the small baby from shivering.
it was at this point that the nurse, who whisked him away, ran her gloved finger along the inside of the baby's palate and discovered that it was there, closed, and fully formed.
i think i saw this first. i saw the nurse swishing her gloved finger back and forth, back and forth. "it's there," cried the nurse. "it's there!" i continued to rub my sisters shoulders that were no longer shaking.
hearing these words from the nurse caused my sister to weep again. this time, there was no trace of grief. no moaning to her tears. they finished with the tests on the little bed under the spotlight and gave the baby back to my sister. she brought her breast to his mouth and he fed. he sucked. he did everything that everyone had told her he wouldn't be able to do. and she wept. he sucked, and she wept.
her shivering and cold little son, drinking in her warm and soothing milk. and we all just stood around that hospital bed, looking at my sister and her newborn son, and stood in the presence of an almighty God.
10 March 2008
valley forge
just out of sight, a woman, possibly a man, labors. just to simply walk. sun rays gloriously pierce the full, pregnant clouds. an eggshell white against its muted lilac backdrop. i'm overwhelmed with beauty. a flock of deer grazes before me in the monochromatic field of dry and withered grass. the color of peanut butter. a fawn skips along from patch to patch, while the older, more sophisticated deer, move at a slower pace. the treetops, like burnt charcoal fingers, extend in every direction. yet, each still reaches towards the fullness of the heavens. tall and slender. a dark, walnut brown. so beautiful. lined next to one another, perfectly, as if only God could have planted them. they stand just like a book of matches. a hiker now passes by in the woods, between the matchbook trees. overhead, the jet engine of a plane is faintly heard. here, in my car, i just sit and window watch.
15 February 2008
still remains
oh loved one, by my side
beauty crowned with oceans' tide.
deluged deep, in drunken fate
how to find a valiant wait.
echo out, dripping dew
answer not fading blue.
fragrant billows, heavy air
naked beauty once was fair.
seeking now the favored eye
drawing in, and calling nigh.
summon high among the plain
wax and wane, his touch, her pain.
beauty crowned with oceans' tide.
deluged deep, in drunken fate
how to find a valiant wait.
echo out, dripping dew
answer not fading blue.
fragrant billows, heavy air
naked beauty once was fair.
seeking now the favored eye
drawing in, and calling nigh.
summon high among the plain
wax and wane, his touch, her pain.
28 January 2008
Nina...
is alive! thanks for the comment. i simply say you're alive because it has been quite some time since you posted. good to have you over on friday night!
becca, i wish i could venture to your place this weekend...but of all weekends, this is one that i actually have to work the ENTIRE thing! friday-all day, saturday-breakfast, day shift and sleep over shift, then sunday-breakfast and check-ins too!
so, pooh, i won't be there with you three (girls + dave). have fun!
some day, when i get off a stretch of two days over the course of a weekend, i'd love to come out.
of course i'm at work...stinky two check-ins that were supposed to be here at 6pm (give or take) have yet to arrive...
it's now 7:25. looks like lynette and i will not be hanging out tonight...glad we were at least able to talk last night, though!
one of my favorite 'regulars' has checked in...mr. michael mueller. german born, but now living in atlanta. he's so cheeky... a very smiley man. like his mannerisms a lot.
this is a very ADD post... i realize this. lets see...this wednesday and thursday i hope to head to philly to see olga (and damka) again. she came to see me last week, so now it is my turn to go to her.
speaking of, i think i'll ring her now to see if she is around.
tata for now.
becca, i wish i could venture to your place this weekend...but of all weekends, this is one that i actually have to work the ENTIRE thing! friday-all day, saturday-breakfast, day shift and sleep over shift, then sunday-breakfast and check-ins too!
so, pooh, i won't be there with you three (girls + dave). have fun!
some day, when i get off a stretch of two days over the course of a weekend, i'd love to come out.
of course i'm at work...stinky two check-ins that were supposed to be here at 6pm (give or take) have yet to arrive...
it's now 7:25. looks like lynette and i will not be hanging out tonight...glad we were at least able to talk last night, though!
one of my favorite 'regulars' has checked in...mr. michael mueller. german born, but now living in atlanta. he's so cheeky... a very smiley man. like his mannerisms a lot.
this is a very ADD post... i realize this. lets see...this wednesday and thursday i hope to head to philly to see olga (and damka) again. she came to see me last week, so now it is my turn to go to her.
speaking of, i think i'll ring her now to see if she is around.
tata for now.
23 January 2008
new life...
is sprouting in the lovely belly of my sister. the new photo is one i took of her about 2 weeks ago. she is due in about 7 weeks.
so amazing.
...at work as usual. it has been a busy week here... from checking in guests, giving little tours, yes, yes, making little triangles out of toilet paper ends, fluffing shams and straightening bed skirts...to, drawing. yes, that's right. i'm doing a drawing for Patrick (my boss and the proprietor of the inne).
it's actually pretty cool, because this new logo that i come up with will be plastered all over all of our literature here at the restaurant/inne. i put some finishing touches on it today, and Patrick is scanning it over to the guy that will make the final calls as to what still needs to be done/changed about the rendering.
it has been fun! sad, but i actually need 'assignments' to get doing art again. if i don't have a deadline, things just won't get done. but, finally (Lynette and Nina) my apartment is now conducive to creating art! i have my vintage dentist chest all filled and my drafting table is a blank slate.
the best part of working on this drawing for the past week or so, is that my kitchen table is COVERED with all different sorts of drawing materials. so, yesterday morning as i was sitting down to sip my frothed beverage, i just started drawing...just for the heck of it. and, i came up with a couple nice portraits. it's exciting to be creating once more.
today, if all goes as planned, my dear friend Olga will be visiting from philly. i hope that she sticks to her plans and gets her and damka's booty in a car and out to see me. (damka is 'pretty lady' in russian...and it's her beloved spaniel).
tomorrow i'm off...which is lovely. i like having off thursdays. it's a nice little break for me to split the week up.
well, i suppose this will be it for now. tootles.
so amazing.
...at work as usual. it has been a busy week here... from checking in guests, giving little tours, yes, yes, making little triangles out of toilet paper ends, fluffing shams and straightening bed skirts...to, drawing. yes, that's right. i'm doing a drawing for Patrick (my boss and the proprietor of the inne).
it's actually pretty cool, because this new logo that i come up with will be plastered all over all of our literature here at the restaurant/inne. i put some finishing touches on it today, and Patrick is scanning it over to the guy that will make the final calls as to what still needs to be done/changed about the rendering.
it has been fun! sad, but i actually need 'assignments' to get doing art again. if i don't have a deadline, things just won't get done. but, finally (Lynette and Nina) my apartment is now conducive to creating art! i have my vintage dentist chest all filled and my drafting table is a blank slate.
the best part of working on this drawing for the past week or so, is that my kitchen table is COVERED with all different sorts of drawing materials. so, yesterday morning as i was sitting down to sip my frothed beverage, i just started drawing...just for the heck of it. and, i came up with a couple nice portraits. it's exciting to be creating once more.
today, if all goes as planned, my dear friend Olga will be visiting from philly. i hope that she sticks to her plans and gets her and damka's booty in a car and out to see me. (damka is 'pretty lady' in russian...and it's her beloved spaniel).
tomorrow i'm off...which is lovely. i like having off thursdays. it's a nice little break for me to split the week up.
well, i suppose this will be it for now. tootles.
15 January 2008
finally...
i post. becca, to answer your question, unfortunately, i can't answer you at the time! no worries, though, i'll tell you sooner or later... hehehhe.
so, its been quite some time since i posted. i'm at work, as usual. i love it here. i near pinch myself every day... continuing to convince myself that i am employed here... i am an innkeeper... i do have my dream job! (or at least one of them, any way!)
today, myself and jacque (the other day innkeeper) met early (before i was to report at noon to start my 'official' work day). we met to go shopping for new quilts and sheets for the suites. it was fun and we got a lot of good deals. we ended up getting quite a few sheet sets that were 1000 thread count! i didn't know the count went so high!
so, my day consisted of switching out old comforters for new, lovely ones, switching a few pictures from room to room, rearranging some night tables to better fit certain spaces in certain rooms, taking a few reservations, and tidying up a bit in my 'office'...
it's been a fun day. tomorrow i will iron the new cover lay we got for our king sleigh bed in the presidential suite (nina and lynette, this is the room we stayed in...lynette, we got rid of the bedspread that had the stain!! no worries all, it was a coffee stain).
any who, it snowed out today and that was lovely.
first thing when i woke up this morning, i had to grab my camera for a great shot. the sun light was just peeking in through the long window in my kitchen. the shade was pulled down, so it was just along the edges of the rectangular outline, that the warm, soft, amber hues of the sun were showing themselves...so pretty.
hmmm...just ate a caesar salad. ever wonder the history of the caesar salad? i just googled it to find out...seems there is no concrete history, but most likely it was invented in 1924... read for yourself...
"Most historians believe that Caesar salad honors restaurateur Caesar Cardini (1896-1956), who invented it in Tijuana, Mexico in 1924 on the Fourth of July weekend. It is said that on this busy weekend, Cardini was running low on food and he put together a salad for his guests from what was left over in the kitchen. His original recipe included romaine, garlic, croutons, and Parmesan cheese, boiled eggs, olive oil and Worcestershire sauce. The original salad was prepared at tableside. When the salad dressing was ready, the romaine leaves were coated with the dressing and placed stem side out, in a circle and served on a flat dinner plate, so that the salad could be eaten with the fingers."
interesting, eh? lately, i've been fascinated with finding out the history and origins of every day life things- food, words, places, babies...etc.
nina and i saw 'atonement' the other night at the theater. i thought it was good... nina REALLY liked it. it is up for all these awards- oscars, golden globes, etc... i can see why. very artistically put together...especially the score and how it aligns with each scene precisely...very cool.
a typewriter, of all things, was actually interwoven beautifully as a musical instrument, of sorts, throughout the entire film. neato...
any way, i liked the film, very much, but i don't think it blew me away... i've thought about the film here and there...but it hasn't absorbed my thoughts as much as other films have in the past... and they say that if a film causes you to think and think and think...then it was a great work.
any way...enough of that. i would have to say that 'dumb and dumber' must take the cake for that type of a film, in my life, that has caused me to think, ponder, dream...wonder....again and again. oh, life.
well, i have lots of more little tidy-uping things to do here before i head home...so, tata.
so, its been quite some time since i posted. i'm at work, as usual. i love it here. i near pinch myself every day... continuing to convince myself that i am employed here... i am an innkeeper... i do have my dream job! (or at least one of them, any way!)
today, myself and jacque (the other day innkeeper) met early (before i was to report at noon to start my 'official' work day). we met to go shopping for new quilts and sheets for the suites. it was fun and we got a lot of good deals. we ended up getting quite a few sheet sets that were 1000 thread count! i didn't know the count went so high!
so, my day consisted of switching out old comforters for new, lovely ones, switching a few pictures from room to room, rearranging some night tables to better fit certain spaces in certain rooms, taking a few reservations, and tidying up a bit in my 'office'...
it's been a fun day. tomorrow i will iron the new cover lay we got for our king sleigh bed in the presidential suite (nina and lynette, this is the room we stayed in...lynette, we got rid of the bedspread that had the stain!! no worries all, it was a coffee stain).
any who, it snowed out today and that was lovely.
first thing when i woke up this morning, i had to grab my camera for a great shot. the sun light was just peeking in through the long window in my kitchen. the shade was pulled down, so it was just along the edges of the rectangular outline, that the warm, soft, amber hues of the sun were showing themselves...so pretty.
hmmm...just ate a caesar salad. ever wonder the history of the caesar salad? i just googled it to find out...seems there is no concrete history, but most likely it was invented in 1924... read for yourself...
"Most historians believe that Caesar salad honors restaurateur Caesar Cardini (1896-1956), who invented it in Tijuana, Mexico in 1924 on the Fourth of July weekend. It is said that on this busy weekend, Cardini was running low on food and he put together a salad for his guests from what was left over in the kitchen. His original recipe included romaine, garlic, croutons, and Parmesan cheese, boiled eggs, olive oil and Worcestershire sauce. The original salad was prepared at tableside. When the salad dressing was ready, the romaine leaves were coated with the dressing and placed stem side out, in a circle and served on a flat dinner plate, so that the salad could be eaten with the fingers."
interesting, eh? lately, i've been fascinated with finding out the history and origins of every day life things- food, words, places, babies...etc.
nina and i saw 'atonement' the other night at the theater. i thought it was good... nina REALLY liked it. it is up for all these awards- oscars, golden globes, etc... i can see why. very artistically put together...especially the score and how it aligns with each scene precisely...very cool.
a typewriter, of all things, was actually interwoven beautifully as a musical instrument, of sorts, throughout the entire film. neato...
any way, i liked the film, very much, but i don't think it blew me away... i've thought about the film here and there...but it hasn't absorbed my thoughts as much as other films have in the past... and they say that if a film causes you to think and think and think...then it was a great work.
any way...enough of that. i would have to say that 'dumb and dumber' must take the cake for that type of a film, in my life, that has caused me to think, ponder, dream...wonder....again and again. oh, life.
well, i have lots of more little tidy-uping things to do here before i head home...so, tata.
31 December 2007
joy
...fills my heart because of a package I received last night just before midnight.
I'm at work currently...always am when I post, considering I do not have a computer box at home.
I'm a bit hungry (as usual), and could go for some broccoli rob right now...maybe some sweet potato ravioli's too....sure, and a glass of red wine! What the heck; it's NEW YEARS EVE!
I'm heading over to Nina's after work (after I go to my apt. first to change and get some grub). I'm looking forward to silly and ridiculous games with her and her parents. Should be fun to catch up with Steve and Marilyn.
Tomorrow I will head in to Philly to meet up with Justin and Em for the Mummers Day Parade. Oh, joy. It should be fun. I enjoy Philly a lot and there is so much that I have not discovered while living just 20 miles away.
Perhaps I'll see Chris and Olga if they are back from Brrrrroklyn.
Went to Michigan over the weekend. What a blessed time...and a blurrrr. Nine hours out (in the car with pops) and 10 hours back. The most amazing snowfall occurred about two hours from home, and it felt like we were in a spaceship, projecting through the grand galaxy at top speed. The snowflakes were almost ridiculously huge...but glorious!
For some reason, this new years comes to mind... I was about 17 years old and at my high school friends' house, in her parents basement. We watched episode after episode of My So Called Life (with Claire Danes). We had no alcohol to toast with, no grand crowd to cheer among...just the three of us (our other dear friend, Brie, joined us)...happy and content to be in a suburban basement with cement floors and truth and honesty in our midst.
Happy New Year everyone.
I'm at work currently...always am when I post, considering I do not have a computer box at home.
I'm a bit hungry (as usual), and could go for some broccoli rob right now...maybe some sweet potato ravioli's too....sure, and a glass of red wine! What the heck; it's NEW YEARS EVE!
I'm heading over to Nina's after work (after I go to my apt. first to change and get some grub). I'm looking forward to silly and ridiculous games with her and her parents. Should be fun to catch up with Steve and Marilyn.
Tomorrow I will head in to Philly to meet up with Justin and Em for the Mummers Day Parade. Oh, joy. It should be fun. I enjoy Philly a lot and there is so much that I have not discovered while living just 20 miles away.
Perhaps I'll see Chris and Olga if they are back from Brrrrroklyn.
Went to Michigan over the weekend. What a blessed time...and a blurrrr. Nine hours out (in the car with pops) and 10 hours back. The most amazing snowfall occurred about two hours from home, and it felt like we were in a spaceship, projecting through the grand galaxy at top speed. The snowflakes were almost ridiculously huge...but glorious!
For some reason, this new years comes to mind... I was about 17 years old and at my high school friends' house, in her parents basement. We watched episode after episode of My So Called Life (with Claire Danes). We had no alcohol to toast with, no grand crowd to cheer among...just the three of us (our other dear friend, Brie, joined us)...happy and content to be in a suburban basement with cement floors and truth and honesty in our midst.
Happy New Year everyone.
14 December 2007
brrrrr...
it's rather chilly in the hospitality suite today.
what a hectic morning i had. I was in philly yesterday and spent the night there at olga's place. she came out wednesday night (with damka) and crashed at my place.
we sipped hot tea and watched the season finale of one of her favorite shows...america's next top model. i think that is the name...
any ways, we had a good night. it's always wonderful spending time with her.
thursday morning we went to pick up my jetta (the one i bought about 60 days ago and have only been able to drive it a mere 30 or so of those days)! it's had problems and hiccups...so, was in the shop, yet again, getting mended.
it was a rather gray day, so we stopped at starbucks for some nourishment on the way. sure, sugar and caffeine...nourishment...
so, after getting the car we went to trader joe's. i picked up two packets of my favorite cookies, ginger, and some other things for my lovely visitors coming this evening!!!
Becca, i got a WHOLE gallon of milk for you! i go through such little amounts of milk (i buy the tiny one and don't even finish that before it goes sour)!
i am looking forward to the company that will fill my home tonight!
i've been SOOOO hungry today. i got up around 8:45am...and didn't eat until around 2pm. I had a green apple, and then finally the staff lunch was ready around 3:30pm... so, i had half of a portabella/squash 'burger'. but that was hours ago!
it's now 7:20...and i missed the staff dinner...was up on the second and third floors running around preparing things for guests checking in... one man needed saltines, another a bucket of ice...one lady a wake up call and another a 'small piece of scotch tape'... one needed roast beef, and one could do without...oh, the funny things people request.
i was so taken back, though, at one mans generosity! i took up this very nice couple to their suite on the third floor, and the gentleman stepped out into the hall for a second as i was giving his wife the keys, and he pulled out his billfold and gave me a $10 bill! i was shocked. no one has ever given me a tip, like a bell-hop would be tipped, on the way to their room! so, that was a nice surprise.
it's hard to believe that Christmas is nearly here. i am very much unprepared... well, at least in the 'gift buying/preparing/giving' realm. as a few of you will see tonight (at our little Christmas gathering)...i have just not had/made the time to think at all about presents...
so much else has consumed my mind and days.
what a hectic morning i had. I was in philly yesterday and spent the night there at olga's place. she came out wednesday night (with damka) and crashed at my place.
we sipped hot tea and watched the season finale of one of her favorite shows...america's next top model. i think that is the name...
any ways, we had a good night. it's always wonderful spending time with her.
thursday morning we went to pick up my jetta (the one i bought about 60 days ago and have only been able to drive it a mere 30 or so of those days)! it's had problems and hiccups...so, was in the shop, yet again, getting mended.
it was a rather gray day, so we stopped at starbucks for some nourishment on the way. sure, sugar and caffeine...nourishment...
so, after getting the car we went to trader joe's. i picked up two packets of my favorite cookies, ginger, and some other things for my lovely visitors coming this evening!!!
Becca, i got a WHOLE gallon of milk for you! i go through such little amounts of milk (i buy the tiny one and don't even finish that before it goes sour)!
i am looking forward to the company that will fill my home tonight!
i've been SOOOO hungry today. i got up around 8:45am...and didn't eat until around 2pm. I had a green apple, and then finally the staff lunch was ready around 3:30pm... so, i had half of a portabella/squash 'burger'. but that was hours ago!
it's now 7:20...and i missed the staff dinner...was up on the second and third floors running around preparing things for guests checking in... one man needed saltines, another a bucket of ice...one lady a wake up call and another a 'small piece of scotch tape'... one needed roast beef, and one could do without...oh, the funny things people request.
i was so taken back, though, at one mans generosity! i took up this very nice couple to their suite on the third floor, and the gentleman stepped out into the hall for a second as i was giving his wife the keys, and he pulled out his billfold and gave me a $10 bill! i was shocked. no one has ever given me a tip, like a bell-hop would be tipped, on the way to their room! so, that was a nice surprise.
it's hard to believe that Christmas is nearly here. i am very much unprepared... well, at least in the 'gift buying/preparing/giving' realm. as a few of you will see tonight (at our little Christmas gathering)...i have just not had/made the time to think at all about presents...
so much else has consumed my mind and days.
11 December 2007
candy striped
shirt... that's what i have on today. it's red and white, so i feel like a volunteer hospital worker. i like the shirt. a great thrift store find.
so, i may be moving to philly.
WHAT!!!#*$@???
yeah, i thought perhaps i might get your attention! (all three of you who read this)... i am very unsure at this point, but things may take that route. i just got back from spending the weekend in philly with two of my old college roommates. crazy thing is, i seem to know more people in philly than i do here in my current neighborhood/network.
i never signed a lease, so at this point, i am not contractually bound to anything in that realm. the soonest i would move would be early February. but, again, NOTHING is for certain. the main thing i have to figure out is how i will do my commute (by car or train) and just how my work schedule will work out if i did move.
i just long to live among friends, in a community. this is my ideal situation. right now, in philly, there is an awesome group of christians, living in community. so, for this very reason, i am very drawn to live there. the girl that i would share a place with is my dearest friend from college. for some time now (since we last lived together in college), we've said how wonderful it would be to share a place together again.
so, i have a compatible dearest friend to live with (who happens to have a dog), a church to get involved with, and amazing people to develop relationships and friendships with.
...not to mention all that art that the city is submerged with. this would give me artists to be among once more...artists, like myself, to spur me on to CREATE. i would actually get to work in a dark room again! oh, how i would love to pick up photography again...
so, at this point, this whole idea is on the drawing board, but a true possibility... i will for sure keep you posted.
(*and, we can't really talk too loudly about this at my place this weekend, because i haven't shared the news with my landlord (who lives below me) yet!)
on that note, i am really looking forward to this weekend. it will be great to see you all again...i'm thinking of trying to make some cornmeal pancakes in advance for everyone to have and heat up on saturday morning for breakfast (since i won't be there---i have to work the breakfast shift at the inn)...
we'll see...if i don't get around to making them, i will provide other rations!
hmmm...it will be great to have company. i do love this time of year. hey, do you guys want to do a white elephant gift exchange??? i know it's so last minute, but it would be so fun!!! basically, if you don't know what a white elephant gift exchange is, you get the corniest/wackiest/cheesiest gift you can (at the thrift store, hand made, from around your house, etc.) and wrap it up...then you kinda do a Pollyanna gift exchange where they all go wrapped in a circle, everyone draws numbers and the gift waring begins. any takers??? it would be fun!!!
alrighty well...just wanted to share my latest thoughts.
so, i may be moving to philly.
WHAT!!!#*$@???
yeah, i thought perhaps i might get your attention! (all three of you who read this)... i am very unsure at this point, but things may take that route. i just got back from spending the weekend in philly with two of my old college roommates. crazy thing is, i seem to know more people in philly than i do here in my current neighborhood/network.
i never signed a lease, so at this point, i am not contractually bound to anything in that realm. the soonest i would move would be early February. but, again, NOTHING is for certain. the main thing i have to figure out is how i will do my commute (by car or train) and just how my work schedule will work out if i did move.
i just long to live among friends, in a community. this is my ideal situation. right now, in philly, there is an awesome group of christians, living in community. so, for this very reason, i am very drawn to live there. the girl that i would share a place with is my dearest friend from college. for some time now (since we last lived together in college), we've said how wonderful it would be to share a place together again.
so, i have a compatible dearest friend to live with (who happens to have a dog), a church to get involved with, and amazing people to develop relationships and friendships with.
...not to mention all that art that the city is submerged with. this would give me artists to be among once more...artists, like myself, to spur me on to CREATE. i would actually get to work in a dark room again! oh, how i would love to pick up photography again...
so, at this point, this whole idea is on the drawing board, but a true possibility... i will for sure keep you posted.
(*and, we can't really talk too loudly about this at my place this weekend, because i haven't shared the news with my landlord (who lives below me) yet!)
on that note, i am really looking forward to this weekend. it will be great to see you all again...i'm thinking of trying to make some cornmeal pancakes in advance for everyone to have and heat up on saturday morning for breakfast (since i won't be there---i have to work the breakfast shift at the inn)...
we'll see...if i don't get around to making them, i will provide other rations!
hmmm...it will be great to have company. i do love this time of year. hey, do you guys want to do a white elephant gift exchange??? i know it's so last minute, but it would be so fun!!! basically, if you don't know what a white elephant gift exchange is, you get the corniest/wackiest/cheesiest gift you can (at the thrift store, hand made, from around your house, etc.) and wrap it up...then you kinda do a Pollyanna gift exchange where they all go wrapped in a circle, everyone draws numbers and the gift waring begins. any takers??? it would be fun!!!
alrighty well...just wanted to share my latest thoughts.
05 December 2007
john denver & the muppets
...that's the record that I've been listening to all day at the Inn. It is indeed my favorite Christmas album by far.
Becca, if you happen to read this, I will not be able to make it to Hershey for the lights. It is always so 'iffy' when I actually finish for the day, but most likely, I will not be done work on Friday, 12/14 until 7pm or later. So, I will just be at my place with Lynette, awaiting your arrival!
I have had quite a busy day here at the Inn. Phone calls, faxes, poinsettia cleanings, fluffing pillows, straightening water glasses, dimming lights, dusting lampshades, and by far my favorite, making little envelope type triangles out of toilet paper. Oh yes, the life of an Innkeeper.
In all seriousness though, it has been a busy day...which is good, the hours fly by.
The snow has just been beautiful today. I first noticed that it was snowing this morning in my kitchen. I went to fetch a glass of water from the cooler above my fridge, and the bright flutter of flakes caught my eye...
I forgot all together what I was doing, lost my glass, and before I knew it, I was photographing (or trying to) the tiny miracles.
About 7 minutes later, I found my empty water glass on the counter and remembered that I was thirsty.
This morning, at least before the wondrous event of the snow, I was quite glum. I find that it is indeed hardest for me in the morning. I miss people. And, when I wake in the morning, to the quietness of my lone apartment, I am reminded of this. I often get up and make it only so far as to the couch. Here, I lye for about 20-30 minutes flipping through the channels until I feel awake enough to ready my coffee press...or go somewhere that already has pressed their coffee.
Coffee seems to mentally tell me that I must begin processing my day. My surroundings, my thoughts, my agenda, my day. As I sip my coffee, indeed, I feel the caffeine stimulate my tiny brain stems and leaves and all that is wiggling around up there... Well, okay, maybe I really don't feel things wiggling up in my brain, but I convince myself that "I am now drinking my coffee; therefore, I am now waking up. I now will proceed with my day."
This means that I have to get ready. I suppose I don't like getting ready for work. I think the main reason is, that I have just had my morning coffee, and I always feel most inspired creatively in the morning. But, I can't (create any art). I have to take a stinkin' shower (sometimes) and put on my 'work' clothes.
I'm often at least 3 or 5 minutes (or 10 or 12) late to work. I know, I need to work on this. Someday.
It's now 4:47. Oprah is on. I used to listen to her program, on the radio, on my way home from teaching. Not no mo' (props out to all my old homies).
Tonight I ask for your prayers. For whoever is reading this.
Becca, if you happen to read this, I will not be able to make it to Hershey for the lights. It is always so 'iffy' when I actually finish for the day, but most likely, I will not be done work on Friday, 12/14 until 7pm or later. So, I will just be at my place with Lynette, awaiting your arrival!
I have had quite a busy day here at the Inn. Phone calls, faxes, poinsettia cleanings, fluffing pillows, straightening water glasses, dimming lights, dusting lampshades, and by far my favorite, making little envelope type triangles out of toilet paper. Oh yes, the life of an Innkeeper.
In all seriousness though, it has been a busy day...which is good, the hours fly by.
The snow has just been beautiful today. I first noticed that it was snowing this morning in my kitchen. I went to fetch a glass of water from the cooler above my fridge, and the bright flutter of flakes caught my eye...
I forgot all together what I was doing, lost my glass, and before I knew it, I was photographing (or trying to) the tiny miracles.
About 7 minutes later, I found my empty water glass on the counter and remembered that I was thirsty.
This morning, at least before the wondrous event of the snow, I was quite glum. I find that it is indeed hardest for me in the morning. I miss people. And, when I wake in the morning, to the quietness of my lone apartment, I am reminded of this. I often get up and make it only so far as to the couch. Here, I lye for about 20-30 minutes flipping through the channels until I feel awake enough to ready my coffee press...or go somewhere that already has pressed their coffee.
Coffee seems to mentally tell me that I must begin processing my day. My surroundings, my thoughts, my agenda, my day. As I sip my coffee, indeed, I feel the caffeine stimulate my tiny brain stems and leaves and all that is wiggling around up there... Well, okay, maybe I really don't feel things wiggling up in my brain, but I convince myself that "I am now drinking my coffee; therefore, I am now waking up. I now will proceed with my day."
This means that I have to get ready. I suppose I don't like getting ready for work. I think the main reason is, that I have just had my morning coffee, and I always feel most inspired creatively in the morning. But, I can't (create any art). I have to take a stinkin' shower (sometimes) and put on my 'work' clothes.
I'm often at least 3 or 5 minutes (or 10 or 12) late to work. I know, I need to work on this. Someday.
It's now 4:47. Oprah is on. I used to listen to her program, on the radio, on my way home from teaching. Not no mo' (props out to all my old homies).
Tonight I ask for your prayers. For whoever is reading this.
21 November 2007
Tribute to Coldplay
...on strings, that is what I'm listening to in my office currently. Kinda funny, to hear an orchestra perform Coldplay's music. I saw it in the library, though, and thought I would give it a try. It's okay, I guess...kinda growing on me.
I am really looking forward to having tomorrow and Friday off. I have Saturday breakfast shift from 7:45-12pm, but then I am off again Saturday from noon on and Sunday too! Yippee!
Today, Dianne came up to my neck of the woods in the inn and started putting up greenery for Christmas. It's looking so beautiful. She is very artistic. She hung these beautiful antique shutters right outside the doorway of the hospitality suite, and put large sconces filled with an array of greens and berries.
Hard to believe it's already Thanksgiving and that Christmas is just a month away. I am truly hoping to do some handmade gifts this year. I have NO excuse. I need to unleash my creativity and share with others.
Tonight my parents house will be filled with family, laughter and, best of all, little children.
I'll be there in less than two hours...
I am really looking forward to having tomorrow and Friday off. I have Saturday breakfast shift from 7:45-12pm, but then I am off again Saturday from noon on and Sunday too! Yippee!
Today, Dianne came up to my neck of the woods in the inn and started putting up greenery for Christmas. It's looking so beautiful. She is very artistic. She hung these beautiful antique shutters right outside the doorway of the hospitality suite, and put large sconces filled with an array of greens and berries.
Hard to believe it's already Thanksgiving and that Christmas is just a month away. I am truly hoping to do some handmade gifts this year. I have NO excuse. I need to unleash my creativity and share with others.
Tonight my parents house will be filled with family, laughter and, best of all, little children.
I'll be there in less than two hours...
20 November 2007
Earl
Sipping some earl grey at the moment. Just had some white (not yellow) cake. Gotta love the perks of my job...scrumptious sweets and fine eats. I'm sleepy today. I think it's the emotional wear of all that is transitioning in my life, the coming of Thanksgiving (non-stop family time), TONS of cleaning and rearranging at the apt., and just change.
The stainless steel tea pots here at the restaurant always drip when you pour water from them. No fun. I think I just tend to pour the water out too quickly. Dribbled water everywhere...oh well. I have on a pink oxford shirt today and my vintage pleated polyester skirt. I always get compliments on this skirt and have fun telling the fashionable women that compliment it, that I got it at the thrift store. I just love thrift stores.
Was talking to my mom today, and she shared that my love for thrift/consignment shops has definitely rubbed off on her. She frequents them now much more.
It's only 4:30pm, and it sure feels like 11pm! Only an hour and a half more and I can go home for the night.
I just checked in a very cute couple. I'm guessing they were in their 40's. From the DC area. What a drive just to come to our little inn! I love this aspect of my job, meeting and greeting all the people that come to stay with us. We have lots of international travelers, business folk, couples and not too much in between. It's great on the nights where all eight of our suites are filled with travelers from the UK, Germany, France, and far parts of the US. I love meeting new people.
I drew a turkey today. I was going to simply leave it in this innkeeper communication log that we have, but I kinda got into the drawing a bit too much. I did it cartoon style...and put a bib on the turkey with our Inn's name on it. My boss is going to incorporate the sketch into the menu's they are printing for the Thanksgiving dinner. Fun.
I'm going to swing by the Library today after work and try to pick up some DVDs to have around for the next couple days with family. Sometimes it's good (and relaxing) to just pop in a fun movie.
I miss Rochester, NY. I miss my days at college there. I suppose the draw to it all was the community in which I was a part of. I was an RA for two years and oversaw a great bunch of girls and lived with three other awesome girls as well. My dearest friend is now in Philly, not far at all from where I am, but still we rarely get to see each other.
Two of my other close friends are in NYC. I don't get there too often either. I do miss them though.
I have a feeling that some day I will be content with my life. I really do think this. I, some day, will marry someone that I am confident in as my husband. Someone that I will be so excited to marry and share my life with, someone who will cherish me and find me lovely. Someone I can serve and provide for. Someone who will serve me too. I always come back to the same realisation...it's about selflessness. Lord, teach me more.
"Happy Thanksgiving..." That's from Rich. Goes by Rich now. Enough of that melodramatic stuff for now.
The stainless steel tea pots here at the restaurant always drip when you pour water from them. No fun. I think I just tend to pour the water out too quickly. Dribbled water everywhere...oh well. I have on a pink oxford shirt today and my vintage pleated polyester skirt. I always get compliments on this skirt and have fun telling the fashionable women that compliment it, that I got it at the thrift store. I just love thrift stores.
Was talking to my mom today, and she shared that my love for thrift/consignment shops has definitely rubbed off on her. She frequents them now much more.
It's only 4:30pm, and it sure feels like 11pm! Only an hour and a half more and I can go home for the night.
I just checked in a very cute couple. I'm guessing they were in their 40's. From the DC area. What a drive just to come to our little inn! I love this aspect of my job, meeting and greeting all the people that come to stay with us. We have lots of international travelers, business folk, couples and not too much in between. It's great on the nights where all eight of our suites are filled with travelers from the UK, Germany, France, and far parts of the US. I love meeting new people.
I drew a turkey today. I was going to simply leave it in this innkeeper communication log that we have, but I kinda got into the drawing a bit too much. I did it cartoon style...and put a bib on the turkey with our Inn's name on it. My boss is going to incorporate the sketch into the menu's they are printing for the Thanksgiving dinner. Fun.
I'm going to swing by the Library today after work and try to pick up some DVDs to have around for the next couple days with family. Sometimes it's good (and relaxing) to just pop in a fun movie.
I miss Rochester, NY. I miss my days at college there. I suppose the draw to it all was the community in which I was a part of. I was an RA for two years and oversaw a great bunch of girls and lived with three other awesome girls as well. My dearest friend is now in Philly, not far at all from where I am, but still we rarely get to see each other.
Two of my other close friends are in NYC. I don't get there too often either. I do miss them though.
I have a feeling that some day I will be content with my life. I really do think this. I, some day, will marry someone that I am confident in as my husband. Someone that I will be so excited to marry and share my life with, someone who will cherish me and find me lovely. Someone I can serve and provide for. Someone who will serve me too. I always come back to the same realisation...it's about selflessness. Lord, teach me more.
"Happy Thanksgiving..." That's from Rich. Goes by Rich now. Enough of that melodramatic stuff for now.
19 November 2007
Cheese peas?
At work again... (Probably will always be at work when I post, being that I do not have a computer at home). I'm rather hungry. I finally did a wee bit of cooking this morning since moving into my new place. Brace yourselves here, I made a whopping two egg omelet. The only ingredients I had to put in the omelet were peas and cheese. It was good, though. Suppose anything with cheese is good.
I'm still trying to get my furniture situated in my apt. It's taking quite a while, to not only aesthetically get things right, but with functionality too... Can't have a table jutting out of the wall and a bookcase ready to tumble because of the thousand books stacked on it! I'll get finished one day.
So, I've discovered that I like The Office. It's such dry humor, but I really enjoy it. I only had four channels (with static) at my last apt., so the 50 or so channels that I have now are so deluxe. In any case, I think re-runs of The Office play sometimes, and I've been catching old episodes. I think this is the only sitcom I really watch.
I've kinda phased out of my liking for Antiques Road Show... perhaps now that I have a little more variety as to what's on TV...sitting there watching old people get their trinkets appraised just has lost it's charm to me. Sad, I know.
On my 'to-do' list this late fall/Christmas season is baking pies. I would like to get at least one pumpkin and one berry pie made in the next month. I've decided I also would like to get a tree (a tall one!), perhaps next weekend, and decorate it! I just love Christmas tree sawing! Every year my dad and I go the weekend after Thanksgiving. I've been the only loyal kid to go out with him year after year. My brother and sister faded out once they married.
My theme for my tree will be nests. I have allll these nests that I made last year out of Spanish moss, and these little bird eggs (varying in size) that I nestle into the nests. I then scatter them throughout the tree and rest them into the nooks and crannies of the pine branches. It looks quite natural and pretty.
I have this lovely dove made of birch that rests on the tip top of the tree. Strung here and there will be garland of little wooden apples. (This may sound tacky, but they are tiny, and almost resemble small wooden beads). They are red and I think this is why they 'work' with the birds and the tree itself...because red is a complimentary color of green and they just seem to fit together. You know, apples are a staple of a birds diet. (Especially penguins).
Hmm...I drank about 2-3 cups of joe this morning, and I've been to the throne a good 4-5 times since then! Coffee sure does run straight through you!
I have on a 'daring' outfit on this morning. I decided to bust out a skirt...and brown tights with a subtle diagonal zigzag weave/pattern. I then paired the two with my rusted brown ankle high boots. On top a brown corduroy blazer and a light tan colored shirt underneath. It works. I suppose the 'daring' aspect of the getup are the tights and boots... I guess any time I wear boots and they aren't under jeans or pants, I feel out on a limb somehow.
Did I mention that I'm hungry!?!
Staff lunch isn't for another 35 minutes, so my tummy will just have to growl on.
Last night I got a ring from Lynette. Looks like her, Neil, Nina and I will be jaunting out to a Michael W. Smith "Christmas Concert." If it weren't for the fact that it's his Christmas music, I don't think I would be going. But, I happen to really enjoy the Christmas albums that he has put out over the years. The orchestra pairing is so nice. I just keep thinking of his rendition of Jingle Bells...and the huge sleigh bells that sound at the start of the track on the cd. It's nice.... So, that's December 1st in Reading... Looking forward to the outing!
Well, I suppose that will be it for now. The throne is calling once more!
I'm still trying to get my furniture situated in my apt. It's taking quite a while, to not only aesthetically get things right, but with functionality too... Can't have a table jutting out of the wall and a bookcase ready to tumble because of the thousand books stacked on it! I'll get finished one day.
So, I've discovered that I like The Office. It's such dry humor, but I really enjoy it. I only had four channels (with static) at my last apt., so the 50 or so channels that I have now are so deluxe. In any case, I think re-runs of The Office play sometimes, and I've been catching old episodes. I think this is the only sitcom I really watch.
I've kinda phased out of my liking for Antiques Road Show... perhaps now that I have a little more variety as to what's on TV...sitting there watching old people get their trinkets appraised just has lost it's charm to me. Sad, I know.
On my 'to-do' list this late fall/Christmas season is baking pies. I would like to get at least one pumpkin and one berry pie made in the next month. I've decided I also would like to get a tree (a tall one!), perhaps next weekend, and decorate it! I just love Christmas tree sawing! Every year my dad and I go the weekend after Thanksgiving. I've been the only loyal kid to go out with him year after year. My brother and sister faded out once they married.
My theme for my tree will be nests. I have allll these nests that I made last year out of Spanish moss, and these little bird eggs (varying in size) that I nestle into the nests. I then scatter them throughout the tree and rest them into the nooks and crannies of the pine branches. It looks quite natural and pretty.
I have this lovely dove made of birch that rests on the tip top of the tree. Strung here and there will be garland of little wooden apples. (This may sound tacky, but they are tiny, and almost resemble small wooden beads). They are red and I think this is why they 'work' with the birds and the tree itself...because red is a complimentary color of green and they just seem to fit together. You know, apples are a staple of a birds diet. (Especially penguins).
Hmm...I drank about 2-3 cups of joe this morning, and I've been to the throne a good 4-5 times since then! Coffee sure does run straight through you!
I have on a 'daring' outfit on this morning. I decided to bust out a skirt...and brown tights with a subtle diagonal zigzag weave/pattern. I then paired the two with my rusted brown ankle high boots. On top a brown corduroy blazer and a light tan colored shirt underneath. It works. I suppose the 'daring' aspect of the getup are the tights and boots... I guess any time I wear boots and they aren't under jeans or pants, I feel out on a limb somehow.
Did I mention that I'm hungry!?!
Staff lunch isn't for another 35 minutes, so my tummy will just have to growl on.
Last night I got a ring from Lynette. Looks like her, Neil, Nina and I will be jaunting out to a Michael W. Smith "Christmas Concert." If it weren't for the fact that it's his Christmas music, I don't think I would be going. But, I happen to really enjoy the Christmas albums that he has put out over the years. The orchestra pairing is so nice. I just keep thinking of his rendition of Jingle Bells...and the huge sleigh bells that sound at the start of the track on the cd. It's nice.... So, that's December 1st in Reading... Looking forward to the outing!
Well, I suppose that will be it for now. The throne is calling once more!
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