Icicles & Holidays

The blizzards arrival was slow and steady, building slowly so that when it finally got here it still surprised us. It was similar to waiting for a baby, or presents. Sunday night at about nine pm it descended into white madness and left us feeling giddy and excited into Monday. Amazon closed its doors at 4pm on Monday because of the storm and I had a lovely evening at home making homemade won tons with the Mom. On my favorite authors blog she wrote about journals. I love blank journals and filling them with words, thoughts and complaints. Bits and pieces of life intertwined with the words; business cards, movie tickets, fortunes and other trinkets. So I have decided that this weekends blog will be somewhat of a diary format.

Started an ass kissing quilt as my FLS has deemed it. I did not consciously try to impress my Mom I just wanted the damn quilt.

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I'm hovering at the precipice of holidays, I have a lazy morning and then the afternoon shift and then three lovely days off to spend with family. I love the time with them but at some point the traditions and the work involved get overwhelming and I long for a holiday on holidays. Dishes, table dressing and the chauvinism combined with all the work. I want to whine; and then need to step away from it all for a break only to begin to think a lovely dinner in some quaint restaurant sounds much more comforting and very logical.

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This morning is the middle of the three day holiday for me. Made a fine breakfast of potato pancakes, bacon and poached eggs topped with sauteed mushrooms and onions. I have some chores to do; but my eyes are irritated causing me to long for moist eyes upon awakening from a nap with my current book tucked under my chin. Can I pull off this fantasy today, making it my reality? Hmmm. I have many things I want to do but the thought of the wretched Black Friday insane shoppers makes me want to stay in. With the amount of silent bitching going on in my head right now, it might be best to send myself to bed. On the other hand perhaps the true problem lies in the voices in my head, that have been screaming for weeks to be put on paper so the solution is most likely to nap and order the thoughts and write.

Went out and about and took Miss O to her first theater experience. The objects flying towards her in 3D made her toss her glasses off lickety split, but we all enjoyed the new Disney movie 'Tangled' and as we made the jaunt home I announced to the car of women, "Next year I plan to be Rapunzel for Halloween." Olivia said "Ohhh, me too, Aunt Shanie." That's my girl!

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This morning I made the final holiday breakfast of sausage patties, frittata and homemade cinnamon rolls. With homemade cream cheese icing FLS request. G-Unit inhaled it all for a nice change of pace. Also someone special returned from the last frontier and we had a long morning chat. :)

Built a snowman with Miss O, and she felt he needed family. So we had to make a Mommy and baby snowman to go with the original. After that they packed up their copious amounts of stuff and headed for the sound. So, with fresh air and exercise catapulting creative thoughts into my head I headed for the pages and wrote a nice while. Now... I have an event to attend with my Mermaid and Spanish Princess; Mermaid and Pimp Posse have invited us to their family party. A Chinese gift exchange, got the hair did and shopped the house for some regifting.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Popping bottles in the ice like a blizzard

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4s6H4ku6ZY

Hell Yeah!

Last night we were popping bottles from the ice, like the blizzard that is hopefully coming. Spanish Princess had a foot detox party. On ice she had Rolling Rock, Kokanee, Irish Cream and water. You know you are getting old when you plan all week to go dancing at Diddly's and bed sounds better. It was a long week work wise, training and such. Is it ironic to detox impurities while enjoying and replacing impurities? All our foot juice was disgusting and different. All I have to say is thank god mine did not stink like Kelcie's did. TFS!

All around us it is snowing just not here yet. I have a list of things to accomplish today and grateful this (writing of blog) is one of them.

1. Cancel gym membership
2. Apply at Amazon Seattle
3. Cruise thru some paperwork
      a. heat pump
      b. other shit
4. Offload Hockey tickets on FB
5. Write
6. Hang with G-unit for potato delivery
7. Laundry in progress

Four down and some to go! Watching the clouds build up into something important and feeling swell now that all this weird shit has come out of my feet??? How does that work.

Me & Kelcie @ Spanish Princess BDP

Words & Scents

I love new words; the Readers Digest in the back has a great little quiz testing your skills on words and definitions. Some of the new words I learned this week.

bacchanal-wild drunken revelry
renascent-rising again
saltation-leaping or dancing

Grandpa also for some reason has developed a vampire lifestyle. Snoozing during the day, listless and confused and then miraculously running around like a madman in the wee hours. I have him playing musical chairs today trying to keep him from his torpor between the commercials of the football game.

This morning the streets were wet from a light rain. The fall leaves still clinging to the branches, now the sun has come out warming the day nicely, the blue of the sky contrasting nicely with the burnt orange of the dead foliage lining the yards in our neighborhood. I need to get out of the house and warring with myself about having the free time to write or go on a walk.

Opted for the brisk walk to the river because it tends to help the creative process. Thought about many things, one of them the strangeness of finding a bois d'arc seed all alone along the banks of the Columbia. The lime green ball a reminder of Texas while the banks sending me back to the beginning of the summer with Vitamin C and the meet and greet in the same cove. Oddly still in a tank top, standing in the same spot perched on the rocks, the river low now so that my legs are covered with pants instead of the water, the sounds of summer and being able to watch the heat waves meeting the crisp sways of the river gone. Thinking about the decision to make many changes as with the seasons. Hoping the flow of life continues to be fruitful like the river I don't visit often enough.

Leading me to wonder how much time the G-unit has left. Pondering a man that I like and being honest about how much I miss him after such a short time, and actually dwelling deeply on whether to admit it to myself, let alone say it aloud. Marveling at the beauty of the fall colors. Meditating on a world that takes so dang long to lead you to all the answers.

Also needing a Miss O fix. A picture of her today on the river, the day she got her Indian Princess name.
"She who's mouth runs like the river." And joy he is back and calling!

The life of a rap star.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_9XqyB7bQM


Hanging with the boys this weekend and I'm likening them to a rap song on Facebook. My first post on the big FB since last weekend.  "Hanging with G-unit, Pops and D."

and then figured I needed my guilty pleasure of Usher to sing along. Love me some Hot Tottie.

My Mom is out of town for a deserved weekend away and #61 drove over to hang with his Mom. So it's me with Grandpa, My Dad and #61. (aka) G-unit, pops, D.

Mickey Blue Eyes promptly replies to above post and says "Who's That?" So it worked, causing a small amount of interest. The only one missing is Mickey himself.

We headed out to the late showing of "Jackass 3D" last night. Pretty entertaining crap... and I seriously mean crap. Never would I think watching a guy sitting in a sani-can attached to a bungee cord flung into the sky with dog shit, would be funny. But it worked and I laughed... but was so very grateful they have not incorporated smell with 3D. Also the whole standing behind the exhaust of an airplane was pretty damn comical. Sometimes teenage boy humor is just what you need for the evening. Although the boys of Jackass are getting old and it's showing. Not moving to get up from some silly stunt as fast these days.

Tonight for dinner we are having Carne Asada, at #61's request, going to make some homemade tortillas too. Also not procrastinating today for very long and going to use the free time I have to work on the book. Actually took time away from it to write this. My heart has not been in it with the death of beloved laptop, but today the desire returned. The packing of beloved laptop off to the mountains to be repaired making heart light enough to use the frustratingly slow laptop of my dear Mother.

And on a final note; you got to love rap, they can make the funniest things rhyme. Big balling... and Illuminati....and well the beat and the words makes me think of all kinds of fun stunts and the ideas that they use in a song from patron to hot totties.....I find it creative and fascinating.

I can tie in a title, blog idea and the rest all together even when it's short. (Your killing me smalls.)

Older Men

Men, I love them sincerely.
Especially the good ones brewed with a bit of wickedness and a lot of sexy.

And then there are the older ones of my travels; been thinking about EB today of Bonham, TX who is 76 this year. A true American hero and patriot. Raised in the swamps of Florida, when alligator was what the poor kids ate and is now a delicacy. He taught me how to skin a catfish, and does the best fish fry ever. He was pick up man of the year for many years. Not a hundred percent sure of what that entails I just know it has something to do with rodeos.

On every trip or move I find myself meeting the most fascinating old men and I wonder why they are moved in my path of life; for their stories to share I wonder, so now that I can write them down. My sister and I went to Ireland and sitting at stools in O'Reilly's Pub met Jerry Doyle. It was back in the day when you could still smoke inside the bars. Oddly enough they had Budweiser on tap,Smithwicks or Guiness. He became our companion every evening thereafter; for us a couple of pints, for him many more. Sometimes so much Guiness we had to catch him twice, once if he was napping or then falling off his stool. His County Kerry accent rolling off his tongue and telling my sister Kerry every story or two. "Kerry you are so fecking cuckoo, Kerry." God, we adored him and his kind blue eyes. He threw us a party on our last night at our cottage in Kilgarvan. We danced and drank with him for hours and promised to send him a card for his birthday. We did from Vegas, with ourselves in Showgirl forms. Shortly thereafter he died. When we returned two years later we found his grave and had a beer with him. My niece Tara joining us in the soft Irish rain.

On that same second trip we met a Welshman and his buddy in Cobh. He invited us to stay with him and his wife and gave us a business card to drop in any time. In Scotland there was another in a quiet bar outside Edinburgh across the Firth of Forth. A whiskey swilling, cigar smoking character of epic purportions.

Leading me to ponder, the two new older man in my life and what I'm learning from them. One I work for and one just happens to be the blast from the past.

BFTP, Although only a day older he is still older. But he meets the criteria for "good ones brewed with wicked and a lot of sexy." One night long ago we had a beers in a bar together that made me open up my eyes and pay attention in a different way. The comment he made, that did the sitting up, is sadly lost on me now, but years and years later I still remember that moment. Now we have different lives but also a different moment. His stories of the last great frontier and it's vastmess intrigue me as does he.

WMS, where's my stuff.

Friday night the Warriors played the Knights in Royal City. It was a sad loss, a playoff game and therefore the final game of the season 56-13. On a happy note #61 played quite a bit. I'm just in shock he is soon to be a Senior and is working on his plans for life when he turns eighteen next year and adulthood: Scuba diver, Marine Bioligist? What will he end up doing with his dreams? Leading to me thinking about my life after raising two kids to this age. What do I want to do with it? The options are endless and new ones seem to be popping up all the time. But the first goal is to move to Ro-town back into my house and have that senior year with #61.

Man I miss him # 61, Mickey Blue eyes will be twenty-one soon so already out and about...and I miss my stuff. WMS, where's my stuff... is an Amazon phrase.

Last weekend I visited my stuff. It is currently in a small storage container on the outskirts of Roslyn, just off the roundabout. I find it shocking that a three bedroom house can fit in this tiny space. My couch that I bought with my quarterly bonus from Clearwire, that is perfect for a bunch of teenage boys to lounge upon to play vids or watch football. It is made of brown microfleece, one side is seven feet long the other nine feet. So cozy and yummy like a big tootsie roll. From that my eyes move down to the large red ottoman I bought in Denison,Texas for a steal. That we use as a footrest and tea table and then onto my petite armoire that I refinished years ago, after buying it at an estate sell for twenty-five dollars. Glancing at my Dads childhood brass bed and then at one of my newest pieces a pulpit. But thoughts of using it are turned away by digging through the boxes looking for a beloved jacket I cannot seem to come across.

Ah, but here are some socks, I have been looking for. Turning I spy a book that I want to reread, sitting that aside to take with me back to the sagelands, placing the socks on top of the book. Moving on to search under the drafting table that my ex-husbands Uncle made years ago, that his family asked me if I wanted after he passed away. It is beautiful, handmade and after taking a seat you can perch your feet on a large copper tube he placed there for that purpose. On top are piles of my oil paintings and blank canvasses. Popping my head underneath I look over the titles on the boxes and decide, perhaps I will adjust these just in case there is a lot of snow this year and water seeps in. My travel journals of Scotland, Ireland, Barbados and many more trips and stories. Also the irreplaceable: each of my son's baby books and photo ablums need to be on a second level off the ground. After that I move my watercolors off the floor too.

All this is exhausting and makes me long for the moment when it is all surrounding me again. Imagining myself sitting on my couch drinking a cup of tea, my feet propped against the ottoman looking at the stuff I love, all around me. My beloved books, small movie collection. The quilts my Mom has made me. My boots sitting in my closet and that damn brown corduroy coat I can't seem to find for another damn year, actually hanging on a peg waiting patiently for a walk.

Sighing, I tell all my stuff so long... I bring down the rickety red metal door and pound the lock into place. Hop back into my truck with just the socks and a book lying on the seat next to me.

Blast from the past.

My life is rarely boring but what I enjoy best about the whole damn process is the strange quirks of fate. Friday night was the division title playoffs for #61, after work at Amazon the spoiled princess of the world (self) took a drive to Zillah. I love when I'am able to call myself the spoiled princess of the world it means all is going well, just like I planned... through positive thoughts sent through out the world to make it do what I want. Now if I could only harness that power and get it to work for the megamillion, lotto and such.

Saturday I woke with some fascinating hair leftover from my day spent as Queen of Sparta. Went with it, and headed off to Eltopia to hang and work for a bit and then packed up the costume again and headed to Roslyn for the Halloween festivities with Sassy red head who did not make the timeline for her Woad Warrior and opted to be Kris from Bladerunner. Also stopped in to see True Friend and her peeps before heading to SRH house on the hill for the third and final time as Queen Gorgo of Sparta. Each time I changed up the costume a tad so I would not get bored. Tonight; this might sound morbid but technically they are all already dead anyway... but I went as the widow of Leonidas, I added a fancy belt from my belly dancing days as my funeral garb. The whole evening was fun as we moved around town from Marko's to the Brick and then to the Pasttime. This year the Brick was my favorite.

Now maybe to the whole point of this blog. I have been on the phone for an hour and a half with a blast from the past for the second night in a row, causing me to have quite the delay in getting this done so that I believe it may have to be continued.  Life is funny and its twists and turns are fascinating and there will be more to come when I figure it all out.