The twice-yearly time change causes me angst (I HATE it) but to switch to Daylight Savings time earlier has really messed me up.
So I don't know if it was sleep deprivation, stupidity, or sheer unconscious rebellion but I mistakenly turned my clocks the wrong way and so was 2 hours late to work. Not that it mattered, no one is here today.
I am not ready for Spring. We barely had winter. Now it'll get light way too early and that means more noise outside my window. Boo.
topiary cats
Monday, March 10, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Mid-Chapter
I think I am going through (*sighs* another) Dark Night of the Soul kind of thing.
My whole life can be prganized into chapters- definite stages of circumstance. And while I am an "appreciate the moment" kind of person, not at all prone to saying or thinking things like "I wish today was Friday" or "I wish the day was over", I can't help wishing that this stage of my life was in the past already.
Wishing life away and rushing through our living moments is not my thing. Each day, each moment, brings us closer to our time of death. And I'm not ready to die. I hope to die at a time when I am ready to go. Now is not that time. So I don't like wishing life away. To me that's like throwing your life away; it goes by fast enough without urging it on, towards the inevitable end.
All the same, I wish I was safely past this period and into my next phase.
Yesterday I went to see my lawyer. She's great, I like her very much. Sometimes I feel a little dumb in there, there's so much to think about, but I've got enough smarts to do what I have to do. It involves having to contact my ex, which I am attempting to do through his parents, as I have no other info. I can only hope (if I can even get a hold of him) that he'll do the right thing for everyone involved and release our daughter of any remaining links to him. I don't feel good about it. It makes me very, very sad. But I want to open the way for her to potentially have a father in the future, should that opportunity arise. Having to go back to this history makes me very, very sad as well. It makes me feel sad and alone. Sad for me that my pregnancy and childbirth was so unhappy, and sad for Daya for being abandoned.
Although I really have nothing to lose with this whole thing, court and the process still scares me. But mostly I am sad about the circumstance- every time I read about or see a man who really loves his child, it suprises me. I get along well with my own father now but my mother did everything she could to kill that relationship and for a long time it worked. So there's a huge gap there, and my younger sister was his replacement for me and my older sister. So, emotionally I am suprised when fathers are involved although in my mind I know my father did everything he could. But he let go; he's even said this to me and my adult mind does not even blame him for it. But as a child I knew it and felt it; nothing had to be said. So, I am still suprised when fathers love their kids.
My whole life can be prganized into chapters- definite stages of circumstance. And while I am an "appreciate the moment" kind of person, not at all prone to saying or thinking things like "I wish today was Friday" or "I wish the day was over", I can't help wishing that this stage of my life was in the past already.
Wishing life away and rushing through our living moments is not my thing. Each day, each moment, brings us closer to our time of death. And I'm not ready to die. I hope to die at a time when I am ready to go. Now is not that time. So I don't like wishing life away. To me that's like throwing your life away; it goes by fast enough without urging it on, towards the inevitable end.
All the same, I wish I was safely past this period and into my next phase.
Yesterday I went to see my lawyer. She's great, I like her very much. Sometimes I feel a little dumb in there, there's so much to think about, but I've got enough smarts to do what I have to do. It involves having to contact my ex, which I am attempting to do through his parents, as I have no other info. I can only hope (if I can even get a hold of him) that he'll do the right thing for everyone involved and release our daughter of any remaining links to him. I don't feel good about it. It makes me very, very sad. But I want to open the way for her to potentially have a father in the future, should that opportunity arise. Having to go back to this history makes me very, very sad as well. It makes me feel sad and alone. Sad for me that my pregnancy and childbirth was so unhappy, and sad for Daya for being abandoned.
Although I really have nothing to lose with this whole thing, court and the process still scares me. But mostly I am sad about the circumstance- every time I read about or see a man who really loves his child, it suprises me. I get along well with my own father now but my mother did everything she could to kill that relationship and for a long time it worked. So there's a huge gap there, and my younger sister was his replacement for me and my older sister. So, emotionally I am suprised when fathers are involved although in my mind I know my father did everything he could. But he let go; he's even said this to me and my adult mind does not even blame him for it. But as a child I knew it and felt it; nothing had to be said. So, I am still suprised when fathers love their kids.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Vector Cat
I have decided to make good use of the day at work to make a vector cat.
He's admittedly not great, a little rough around the edges, but since I am on a quest to absorb all things Flash, he was a nice practice experiment. He took me a long time. I could have drawn him in seconds with a pencil. Vector drawing takes me a while; I'm not quite used to it. Maybe a Wacom tablet would help but they're expensive and I am saving everything to move to Minnesota next year.
I am bored with this current stage of my life and the daily cycle. I'm bored with being single. I don't want to be alone anymore because I'm BORED of it. A different experience would be nice. I alternately love and hate NYC. On the other hand I can't really complain about the being single thing because I am putting ZERO effort into dating. I am saving as much as I can to meet my ambitious savings goal so I can leave the city next year and buy a house.
My apartment is a mess- yes I promise its a lot worse than your place no matter what you might say- and I have absolutely no motivation to do anything about it because the cleaning takes a long time and stays that way for about 20 minutes. Longer if Daya is not home. I love Flylady and I certainly could be a better housekeeper but if there is anything I hate it's doing the same thing over and over again without cumulative results or acomplishment. House cleaning is definitely NOT cumulative. A while back I felt depressed and thought that cleaning might help me feel better, so I cleaned everything spotless and I still felt crappy. So, the motivation isn't there. If I want to force myself to clean I invite people over.
The constant focus is on moving. For years I felt so trapped in this city, and I am glad to see a different future. And I won't raise a child here.
There is so much in my environment that is not congruent with who I am as a person. I can say I love nature how much but it's been YEARS since I spent any significant amount of time in it. In that way a deep part of me feels completely drained and I *need* to reestablish that connection.
I miss being in the art world. I have the temperament, ability, and mind of an artist and I work in a very uncreative environment. How did I get here? Being an artist is the single most definitive and constant thing about my entire life- and I haven't touched a paintbush for months. I have no portfolio of recent work to show. I wish I had a job that allowed me to grow artistically and paid me for it. But I suppose I'm fortunate enough to be able to do things like vector cat in downtime.
Maybe tomorrow I'll animate him.
He's admittedly not great, a little rough around the edges, but since I am on a quest to absorb all things Flash, he was a nice practice experiment. He took me a long time. I could have drawn him in seconds with a pencil. Vector drawing takes me a while; I'm not quite used to it. Maybe a Wacom tablet would help but they're expensive and I am saving everything to move to Minnesota next year.
I am bored with this current stage of my life and the daily cycle. I'm bored with being single. I don't want to be alone anymore because I'm BORED of it. A different experience would be nice. I alternately love and hate NYC. On the other hand I can't really complain about the being single thing because I am putting ZERO effort into dating. I am saving as much as I can to meet my ambitious savings goal so I can leave the city next year and buy a house.
My apartment is a mess- yes I promise its a lot worse than your place no matter what you might say- and I have absolutely no motivation to do anything about it because the cleaning takes a long time and stays that way for about 20 minutes. Longer if Daya is not home. I love Flylady and I certainly could be a better housekeeper but if there is anything I hate it's doing the same thing over and over again without cumulative results or acomplishment. House cleaning is definitely NOT cumulative. A while back I felt depressed and thought that cleaning might help me feel better, so I cleaned everything spotless and I still felt crappy. So, the motivation isn't there. If I want to force myself to clean I invite people over.
The constant focus is on moving. For years I felt so trapped in this city, and I am glad to see a different future. And I won't raise a child here.
There is so much in my environment that is not congruent with who I am as a person. I can say I love nature how much but it's been YEARS since I spent any significant amount of time in it. In that way a deep part of me feels completely drained and I *need* to reestablish that connection.
I miss being in the art world. I have the temperament, ability, and mind of an artist and I work in a very uncreative environment. How did I get here? Being an artist is the single most definitive and constant thing about my entire life- and I haven't touched a paintbush for months. I have no portfolio of recent work to show. I wish I had a job that allowed me to grow artistically and paid me for it. But I suppose I'm fortunate enough to be able to do things like vector cat in downtime.
Maybe tomorrow I'll animate him.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
parent.swapChildren(child1, child2);
Serena tagged me.
That was really nice of her. So I'm tagging her back. And Julie too.
:)
I'm still plodding through ActionScript 3. The GOOD news is that little by little, the code is making more sense than it used to. But I still have a looooong way to go. I'm taking it slowly and being nice to myself.
Painting you ask? The closest I have come to painting is *thinking* about cleaning my brushes. Oh, and the palette too. I should paint, I kind of want to, even. But I am in a slump and my inner-energy is at a low. Which is a crap excuse. But do you know how hard it is to paint with a toddler around? And keep a resonably clean apartment, too?
I'm tired.
That was really nice of her. So I'm tagging her back. And Julie too.
:)
I'm still plodding through ActionScript 3. The GOOD news is that little by little, the code is making more sense than it used to. But I still have a looooong way to go. I'm taking it slowly and being nice to myself.
Painting you ask? The closest I have come to painting is *thinking* about cleaning my brushes. Oh, and the palette too. I should paint, I kind of want to, even. But I am in a slump and my inner-energy is at a low. Which is a crap excuse. But do you know how hard it is to paint with a toddler around? And keep a resonably clean apartment, too?
I'm tired.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
More from the Met
I will never, ever get tired of the Met. When we leave NYC, it will be one of the things I dearly miss. Here are a few images from today; it was a Greek day and today I didn't get a chance to visit The Penitent Magdalene, Vermeer, or Rembrant. I guess that's ok, I saw them last time and I'll be back soon.
Medusa:
Monet:
I like the shadows on the wall here:
Mosaic from Daphne (Roman):
Athena:
Medusa:
Monet:
I like the shadows on the wall here:
Mosaic from Daphne (Roman):
Athena:
The Met
Sometimes I really do love New York. Especially the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which is one of my favorite places ever. The Met was one of Daya's first ever outings to Manhattan- the first time she was there she was three months old. We go periodically. We went today.
On the way, we stopped to pet pussy willows. (I like pussy willows. When I was Daya's age we had a tree of them growing in our back yard)
Daya appreciated the Greek vases.
She growled at the ancient Greek lion...
...and ran around sculptures...
...and tried to break into the library....
...and climbed marble stairs...
...and then passed out on the bus!
Then we went to Barnes and Noble and played in the kids' section.
You can read lots of things at Barnes and Noble. It's always a meaningful and enriching learning experience.
On the way, we stopped to pet pussy willows. (I like pussy willows. When I was Daya's age we had a tree of them growing in our back yard)
Daya appreciated the Greek vases.
She growled at the ancient Greek lion...
...and ran around sculptures...
...and tried to break into the library....
...and climbed marble stairs...
...and then passed out on the bus!
Then we went to Barnes and Noble and played in the kids' section.
You can read lots of things at Barnes and Noble. It's always a meaningful and enriching learning experience.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Nice
Here is a story, I'm not sure how to start it.
On Saturday or Sunday morning, I was getting dreessed. Daya was, as she often does when she is awake, hovering and being generally clingy. So anyhow, I was getting dressed, which I don't mind doing in front of Daya. As is the general way of women, I put on a bra and a shirt.
As soon as I finished getting dressed, Daya walked over to me, put one hand on each of "The Girls", and said "Nice!"
(So sorry, I'm *not* posting pics so you can decide if she's right or not)
On Saturday or Sunday morning, I was getting dreessed. Daya was, as she often does when she is awake, hovering and being generally clingy. So anyhow, I was getting dressed, which I don't mind doing in front of Daya. As is the general way of women, I put on a bra and a shirt.
As soon as I finished getting dressed, Daya walked over to me, put one hand on each of "The Girls", and said "Nice!"
(So sorry, I'm *not* posting pics so you can decide if she's right or not)
Monday, January 28, 2008
How to Clear A Busy Popular Restaurant
What you need:
A toddler (number of toddlers doesn't matter)
1 discount on-sale-for-half-price princess CD player for toddlers with little microphone (around $2.50)
A busy popular restaurant with a sound system (Dallas BBQ is a good choice)
Directions:
1. Open cd player, insert batteries.
2. Plug in little tiny toddler microphone. Pack cd player in your bag when you are called to be seated.
3. Wonder where that awful glass-breaking screeching is coming from. Discover that the awful high pitched feedback-screech is coming from the restaurant's sound system.
4. Make the staff scurry around to find the cause of the problem.
5. Get really annoyed, along with everyone else in the restaurant.
6. When finally seated, suddenly realize that the tiny microphone from the tiny toddler cd player is interfering with the entire speaker sound system, causing that awful noise.
7. Very discreetly and quietly, unplug microphone. Under no circumstances should you take it out of the bag.
8. Act innocent and leave a big tip.
A toddler (number of toddlers doesn't matter)
1 discount on-sale-for-half-price princess CD player for toddlers with little microphone (around $2.50)
A busy popular restaurant with a sound system (Dallas BBQ is a good choice)
Directions:
1. Open cd player, insert batteries.
2. Plug in little tiny toddler microphone. Pack cd player in your bag when you are called to be seated.
3. Wonder where that awful glass-breaking screeching is coming from. Discover that the awful high pitched feedback-screech is coming from the restaurant's sound system.
4. Make the staff scurry around to find the cause of the problem.
5. Get really annoyed, along with everyone else in the restaurant.
6. When finally seated, suddenly realize that the tiny microphone from the tiny toddler cd player is interfering with the entire speaker sound system, causing that awful noise.
7. Very discreetly and quietly, unplug microphone. Under no circumstances should you take it out of the bag.
8. Act innocent and leave a big tip.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Security Cheese
Many little kids have a security object- a lovey, a blankie, something they must sleep with and have at all times.
It appears that my daughter's security object is cheese.
I wish I was kidding.
Lately she has been insisting on taking a piece of cheese to bed with her. It's disgusting, I know. While I do discourage it, sometimes...well, sometimes I want to sleep too. She does not eat the cheese, she just wants it to be there.
Perhaps this weekend I may decide that Ma'mselle has outgrown her Security Cheese.
Hey, do Beanie Babies make a cheese beanie?
It appears that my daughter's security object is cheese.
I wish I was kidding.
Lately she has been insisting on taking a piece of cheese to bed with her. It's disgusting, I know. While I do discourage it, sometimes...well, sometimes I want to sleep too. She does not eat the cheese, she just wants it to be there.
Perhaps this weekend I may decide that Ma'mselle has outgrown her Security Cheese.
Hey, do Beanie Babies make a cheese beanie?
Thursday, January 17, 2008
More Actionscript
I seem to have found something else I am really terrible at...this scripting thing. Today was the second day of class. It's so frustrating to try and learn something that your mind just can't seem to grasp.....especially something you really want to learn.
I'm a designer...not a programmer....but I'd like to be able to do both. Except my head is spinning....
:(
I'm a designer...not a programmer....but I'd like to be able to do both. Except my head is spinning....
:(
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Cryptic
var verytrue:String = "help and errors are cryptic";
var alsotrue:String = "you are not a dummy!";
Um, I'm in a three day Flash ActionScript course.
I don't think I'm very good at it.
:(
var alsotrue:String = "you are not a dummy!";
Um, I'm in a three day Flash ActionScript course.
I don't think I'm very good at it.
:(
JULIE!
I was very very sad to read that you stopped blogging- again. I will miss your great writing and your amazing photos very much and I am extremely bummed.
Maybe one day soon you'll change your mind again and start your blog...but in the meantime I DO wish you wouldn't delete the old one!
It's ok to take breaks!
Anyhow please at least leave me an email address so if you disappear I can try to contact you...
Thanks for the link, I'll check it out but it sure won't be able to replace you!!!
Hugs!
Maybe one day soon you'll change your mind again and start your blog...but in the meantime I DO wish you wouldn't delete the old one!
It's ok to take breaks!
Anyhow please at least leave me an email address so if you disappear I can try to contact you...
Thanks for the link, I'll check it out but it sure won't be able to replace you!!!
Hugs!
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
The Very Expensive Mutant Cat that My Sister Bought From the Internet
My sister has a cat.
It's a.....well I can't remember what it's called exactly, some purebreed offshoot of a Siamese. So in my book that makes it a mutant. Anyhow, my sister found a reputable breeder online and got the cat. Which means in my view she got an expensive mutant cat off the internet.
Now, that would be all well and fine except you never know what you're going to get with a mutant cat. This cat? She has three ears and her very own real live pet snake. Not only that, but this cat actually knows how to use a toilet. (the cat has a better track record than my toddler...hmmm...)
The picture below proves that the cat really does have three ears. Photoshop proves it. And Photoshop NEVER lies, I promise.
It's a.....well I can't remember what it's called exactly, some purebreed offshoot of a Siamese. So in my book that makes it a mutant. Anyhow, my sister found a reputable breeder online and got the cat. Which means in my view she got an expensive mutant cat off the internet.
Now, that would be all well and fine except you never know what you're going to get with a mutant cat. This cat? She has three ears and her very own real live pet snake. Not only that, but this cat actually knows how to use a toilet. (the cat has a better track record than my toddler...hmmm...)
The picture below proves that the cat really does have three ears. Photoshop proves it. And Photoshop NEVER lies, I promise.
Friday, January 04, 2008
A Funny and a Sad
Funny:
I have a friend who is pregnant and lives in North Carolina. She's a country girl. And she found a diaper bag at Macys that she fell in love with.
Unfortunately it's $300.
So, since Macys is here in NYC and they always have pretty good sales, I went to 34th street to look for my friend's bag.
I had to ask the sales lady where the bag was, and I described it and said I was looking for my friend. The sales lady knew the bag I was talking about, started laughing, and said "Oh girl, we don't have that, it's too country for here!"
****
Sad:
After the next two weeks my Breck Tuesdays will end. I'll really, really miss that...but saving money is a top priority now. Must move.
I have a friend who is pregnant and lives in North Carolina. She's a country girl. And she found a diaper bag at Macys that she fell in love with.
Unfortunately it's $300.
So, since Macys is here in NYC and they always have pretty good sales, I went to 34th street to look for my friend's bag.
I had to ask the sales lady where the bag was, and I described it and said I was looking for my friend. The sales lady knew the bag I was talking about, started laughing, and said "Oh girl, we don't have that, it's too country for here!"
****
Sad:
After the next two weeks my Breck Tuesdays will end. I'll really, really miss that...but saving money is a top priority now. Must move.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Thursday, December 27, 2007
2007
The year is drawing to a close. It's been an odd year, a little disappointing, a little annoying, but it has been stable. And stable is what I needed. It's been the year of Signs From Above that never panned out, or were outright WRONG. (Yes I'm a bit peeved about that)
I think I need a new Spirit Guide. I'm convinced that mine took off with my muse. But I digress.
While the year was less fruitful in many ways than I thought it would be, there is still so much to be thankful for (in no particular order):
*My daughter's health
*My health
*Stable home
*Good job
*I am able to properly care for my daughter
*I am not in jail
*I am not on drugs
*I am not in the hospital
*Peaceful home
*Amazing friends
*Creative tendencies (although currently in a lag)
*Positive future outlook
I have kept a pink candle burning all year, since the first day of 2007. I'll continue that, but I'm switching to a white candle.
Same as last year, I don't set resolutions. I intend. And 2008 is the end of my "vacation" and the start of the initial stages of preparing to leave NYC. In the immediate action that means saving money, which I have not been doing at all this year. Today I chose my destination (which I'm not mentioning here yet) and I can now let the energy start building. There is still time, but now is the time to begin focusing.
So far, quite a few of the things that ***** mentioned have come to pass. There is still time for the rest that have not, so that's good. But I am making my own path, doing what I need to do for my child and myself. And we need a life upgrade.
Life is such a strange thing, and it's passing all the time, coming closer and closer to its end. The power to change is the power to grow and experience.
I think I need a new Spirit Guide. I'm convinced that mine took off with my muse. But I digress.
While the year was less fruitful in many ways than I thought it would be, there is still so much to be thankful for (in no particular order):
*My daughter's health
*My health
*Stable home
*Good job
*I am able to properly care for my daughter
*I am not in jail
*I am not on drugs
*I am not in the hospital
*Peaceful home
*Amazing friends
*Creative tendencies (although currently in a lag)
*Positive future outlook
I have kept a pink candle burning all year, since the first day of 2007. I'll continue that, but I'm switching to a white candle.
Same as last year, I don't set resolutions. I intend. And 2008 is the end of my "vacation" and the start of the initial stages of preparing to leave NYC. In the immediate action that means saving money, which I have not been doing at all this year. Today I chose my destination (which I'm not mentioning here yet) and I can now let the energy start building. There is still time, but now is the time to begin focusing.
So far, quite a few of the things that ***** mentioned have come to pass. There is still time for the rest that have not, so that's good. But I am making my own path, doing what I need to do for my child and myself. And we need a life upgrade.
Life is such a strange thing, and it's passing all the time, coming closer and closer to its end. The power to change is the power to grow and experience.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Pesonal Potty
Apparently a certain toddler now hates diapers... and as much as I want to wait until summer, she got her own Personal Potty.
So far, I think it's going very well, wouldn't you agree?
So far, I think it's going very well, wouldn't you agree?
Monday, December 10, 2007
Wanted: New Muse
After reading Serena's blog it occurred to me that I need a new muse. Because mine's been gone for MONTHS and now hers is too and I bet mine was involved.
So here's my want-ad:
Wanted: A New Muse
Must be:
Reliable, consistent, loyal, inspirational, energetic, wacky, and open-minded. Muse must have a propensity towards the visual arts and especially oils. Knows how to regulate inspirational flow at just the right speed. Computer skills and mad scientist tendencies a good plus.
Must not:
Take vacations longer than 2 weeks at a time (or at least check in and let me know!!), be flaky, have bad ideas, forget that they are my muse (dammit!), fall asleep on the job, leave things unfinished, or have a passion for sewing.
Please apply in dreams or in the aluna.
Thanx a million.
Hugs and kisses,
J
So here's my want-ad:
Wanted: A New Muse
Must be:
Reliable, consistent, loyal, inspirational, energetic, wacky, and open-minded. Muse must have a propensity towards the visual arts and especially oils. Knows how to regulate inspirational flow at just the right speed. Computer skills and mad scientist tendencies a good plus.
Must not:
Take vacations longer than 2 weeks at a time (or at least check in and let me know!!), be flaky, have bad ideas, forget that they are my muse (dammit!), fall asleep on the job, leave things unfinished, or have a passion for sewing.
Please apply in dreams or in the aluna.
Thanx a million.
Hugs and kisses,
J
Sunday, December 09, 2007
The Lobotomy
Last night I gave my computer a lobotomy.
See, even though I purchased this computer and Windows brand new from HP, I had a bad system crash in early 2006. The guy who saved my computer had to wipe the drive and reinstall everything. Trouble was he installed a bootleg version of Windows XP professional, when I was supposed to have a genuine copy of XP Home.
Time passed. My system wasn't running properly and I couldn't do any updates due to the bootleg version. Then I lost a bunch of accessories, like the volume control. So, the inevitable. Of course I never had XP install disks, so I got some from HP. And I figured, since I had to start from scratch anyhow why not get a new hard drive too. Because between both my hard drives I was running out of space.
Last night was the lobotomy. I was really nervous about switching out a hard drive because they're fairly delicate (the static thing). But it worked!! Except for the fright I got when I realized I left my old C drive in instead of the backup hard drive where all my data was...when i swapped out the correct drive everything worked!
And still works!
Today was spent updating software, finding and installing updated drivers, everything. My system is running so much better. And my new hard drive?
400 gigs!!!!
See, even though I purchased this computer and Windows brand new from HP, I had a bad system crash in early 2006. The guy who saved my computer had to wipe the drive and reinstall everything. Trouble was he installed a bootleg version of Windows XP professional, when I was supposed to have a genuine copy of XP Home.
Time passed. My system wasn't running properly and I couldn't do any updates due to the bootleg version. Then I lost a bunch of accessories, like the volume control. So, the inevitable. Of course I never had XP install disks, so I got some from HP. And I figured, since I had to start from scratch anyhow why not get a new hard drive too. Because between both my hard drives I was running out of space.
Last night was the lobotomy. I was really nervous about switching out a hard drive because they're fairly delicate (the static thing). But it worked!! Except for the fright I got when I realized I left my old C drive in instead of the backup hard drive where all my data was...when i swapped out the correct drive everything worked!
And still works!
Today was spent updating software, finding and installing updated drivers, everything. My system is running so much better. And my new hard drive?
400 gigs!!!!
Friday
I took Friday off and went for a massage. I wish massages weren't so expensive, because they sure are awesome. If you have the opportunity to get a massage with hot stones, don't hesitate. It's just beyond awesome.
Afterwards I went to my favorite Japanese restaurant- one I've been going to for years. It was my spot to go, have a quiet meal by myself with a glass of plum wine and a good book. I miss being able to do that more often...........
Afterwards I went to my favorite Japanese restaurant- one I've been going to for years. It was my spot to go, have a quiet meal by myself with a glass of plum wine and a good book. I miss being able to do that more often...........
Thursday, November 29, 2007
New Word
Daya suprised me the other night by saying something she's never said before, and doesn't hear, either.
Apparently she saw a special kids' show on fire trucks. We were walking down Queens Blvd and she saw a truck. She tried to say fire truck.
But it did not come out quite right.......
:&
Apparently she saw a special kids' show on fire trucks. We were walking down Queens Blvd and she saw a truck. She tried to say fire truck.
But it did not come out quite right.......
:&
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
The Rainbow Room
Oh my god.
The FOOD was AMAZING. Oh my god the FOOD.....
The view was AMAZING. Seriously, unimaginable.
The drinks were...well... I'm not much of a drinker but every time -insert company name here- has a party I'm still drunk the next morning. I asked around and found out our party was $300 per person.
(Yes I can still walk a straight line. Barely, but I can.)
The party ended at 9. I left around 10:30.
Oh, if you are ever in NYC do yourself a favor and go to the Rainbow Room. It's worth the money, I promise you.
I'm not a person who is much impressed by glamour. I do not seek it, nor do I relish it. But tonight was COOL.
As much as I hate it, I deeply love New York City. One day I will leave it, and on that day I will rejoice. But I know this city will always be in my heart. It is a part of me. I have lived more than half my life here. In this place I have experienced the bottom and the top of life. It is true you can find anything here.
I am in a definite period of my life, a chapter, a stage of my life, which will end sooner than I can blink.
So I will enjoy it to the fullest extent while I can, because each today is only a memory.
But really, if you can get over to the Rainbow Room, do it.
The FOOD was AMAZING. Oh my god the FOOD.....
The view was AMAZING. Seriously, unimaginable.
The drinks were...well... I'm not much of a drinker but every time -insert company name here- has a party I'm still drunk the next morning. I asked around and found out our party was $300 per person.
(Yes I can still walk a straight line. Barely, but I can.)
The party ended at 9. I left around 10:30.
Oh, if you are ever in NYC do yourself a favor and go to the Rainbow Room. It's worth the money, I promise you.
I'm not a person who is much impressed by glamour. I do not seek it, nor do I relish it. But tonight was COOL.
As much as I hate it, I deeply love New York City. One day I will leave it, and on that day I will rejoice. But I know this city will always be in my heart. It is a part of me. I have lived more than half my life here. In this place I have experienced the bottom and the top of life. It is true you can find anything here.
I am in a definite period of my life, a chapter, a stage of my life, which will end sooner than I can blink.
So I will enjoy it to the fullest extent while I can, because each today is only a memory.
But really, if you can get over to the Rainbow Room, do it.
A Wonderful Friend
Tonight is my company's holiday party. I usually avoid company holiday parties, but this year I have to go.
Because it's at the Rainbow Room, and tonight is also the lighting of the tree at Rockefeller Center. The coolness factor is just...well, cool. And I've never been to the Rainbow Room.
My friend Mary is watching Daya tonight, and she just called me and said wouldn't it be easier if Daya just spent the night there? I am not arguing with that.
Especially since I spent most of my school years as a social outcast I take friendship really seriously. I'm always touched when someone does something kind.
Because it's at the Rainbow Room, and tonight is also the lighting of the tree at Rockefeller Center. The coolness factor is just...well, cool. And I've never been to the Rainbow Room.
My friend Mary is watching Daya tonight, and she just called me and said wouldn't it be easier if Daya just spent the night there? I am not arguing with that.
Especially since I spent most of my school years as a social outcast I take friendship really seriously. I'm always touched when someone does something kind.
Monday, November 26, 2007
8 Happy Things
Julie tagged me, so I'm going to do her meme because I like Julie and I also like the number 8.
So here goes, 8 happy things about me:
1. Pencils with green erasers make me happy.
2. So does pistachio pudding and/or ice cream.
3. Tea makes me very, very happy.
4. My wacky toddler.
5. Oil paint...everything about it.
6. Succulent plants.
7. God(dess) makes me happy.
8. Taking a nice hot bath or shower and crawling into bed with freshly washed sheets.
:)
So here goes, 8 happy things about me:
1. Pencils with green erasers make me happy.
2. So does pistachio pudding and/or ice cream.
3. Tea makes me very, very happy.
4. My wacky toddler.
5. Oil paint...everything about it.
6. Succulent plants.
7. God(dess) makes me happy.
8. Taking a nice hot bath or shower and crawling into bed with freshly washed sheets.
:)
Sunday, November 25, 2007
I'm here, I really am...
I haven't posted for a few reasons.
Daya had her second birthday. Which needs its own special post so I'll do that...with pictures.
The real reason I haven't posted is because my sister got me completely addicted to the Tomb Raider Anniversary game, which is very good and I highly recommend it. Great game that doesn't have violence as its reason for existence.
So let's see...other things to say...I seem to have lost my painting groove for the last month or so...just can't get into it. :(
On Friday I made a wonderful pumpkin pie from fresh pumpkin...and I have to make more pies because I have a lot of pumpkin left. Things could be a lot worse. :)
Oh, and I have to reinstall Windows XP at some point soon. :(
Daya hates diapers but will pee on the floor.
Washable markers do not come off walls easily.
Here are some pictures, becaue they are more interesting than anything I currently have to say.
Oh, and thanks Julie for checking in!!!
Daya had her second birthday. Which needs its own special post so I'll do that...with pictures.
The real reason I haven't posted is because my sister got me completely addicted to the Tomb Raider Anniversary game, which is very good and I highly recommend it. Great game that doesn't have violence as its reason for existence.
So let's see...other things to say...I seem to have lost my painting groove for the last month or so...just can't get into it. :(
On Friday I made a wonderful pumpkin pie from fresh pumpkin...and I have to make more pies because I have a lot of pumpkin left. Things could be a lot worse. :)
Oh, and I have to reinstall Windows XP at some point soon. :(
Daya hates diapers but will pee on the floor.
Washable markers do not come off walls easily.
Here are some pictures, becaue they are more interesting than anything I currently have to say.
Oh, and thanks Julie for checking in!!!
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Stuff # 3
Today's Toddler Mayhem. (Don't worry, there's not a picture of the earlier pee puddle on the floor.)
This is what toddlers do to clean floors: (aside from peeing on them)
Toddler Fashion Sense:
This is what toddlers do to clean floors: (aside from peeing on them)
Toddler Fashion Sense:
Stuff # 2
Last weekend I went shopping. Anyone with a little kid (or kids) knows how crappy it is to go shopping with them in tow.
I had mine in tow.
The boogerish behaviour of the mentioned child knocked me just a little off-kilter and I left my wallet at Sears. I discovered that the weight in my pocket that I assumed was my wallet was a sippy cup. At the checkout in the grocery store. With a line behind me. Oh shit.
Of course your life flashes before you when your wallet is missing. Luckily (thank you to everyone who answered my prayer!*) I got my wallet- according to the girl at the Sears checkout, the woman behind me turned it in. They gave it to the guys in the office. Nothing was stolen.
On Thursday I got a call from American Express...someone tried to put a charge through on my corporate Amex for over $7,000!! The vendor? Sears Online. I think one of the guys in the office there copied my card...and what else did they copy??? I'm on alert.
*I have a special Sign from the Universe that is basically a "You are taken care of all is well you aren't alone" kind of thing. For many years I have experienced it, always when I simply need it, or if I ask for an answer to something. It's highly unique and obvious but I'll never tell anyone what it is. My Sign came when I was waiting in the checkout line, right before I discovered the missing wallet. So I guess someone was watching out after all. Thanks!
I had mine in tow.
The boogerish behaviour of the mentioned child knocked me just a little off-kilter and I left my wallet at Sears. I discovered that the weight in my pocket that I assumed was my wallet was a sippy cup. At the checkout in the grocery store. With a line behind me. Oh shit.
Of course your life flashes before you when your wallet is missing. Luckily (thank you to everyone who answered my prayer!*) I got my wallet- according to the girl at the Sears checkout, the woman behind me turned it in. They gave it to the guys in the office. Nothing was stolen.
On Thursday I got a call from American Express...someone tried to put a charge through on my corporate Amex for over $7,000!! The vendor? Sears Online. I think one of the guys in the office there copied my card...and what else did they copy??? I'm on alert.
*I have a special Sign from the Universe that is basically a "You are taken care of all is well you aren't alone" kind of thing. For many years I have experienced it, always when I simply need it, or if I ask for an answer to something. It's highly unique and obvious but I'll never tell anyone what it is. My Sign came when I was waiting in the checkout line, right before I discovered the missing wallet. So I guess someone was watching out after all. Thanks!
Friday, November 09, 2007
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