tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67057802024-03-14T04:06:20.553-04:00WhilstWhilst you were busy, I was doing this.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger706125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-8890659591636652652011-01-02T20:35:00.000-05:002011-01-02T20:36:10.660-05:002011New year, new location:Try me at Whilst 2.We'll see how this goes.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-86608679284788559682010-12-23T10:15:00.000-05:002010-12-23T10:16:07.521-05:00Holiday Senses: TouchOur heated mattress pad. 'Nuff said.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-81211291370190739932010-12-21T07:20:00.003-05:002010-12-21T07:26:52.954-05:00Holiday Senses: TouchI can't talk about touch this season without mentioning our new bunny. She has been a wonderful new addition, and boy is she SOFT. Her fur is a color the breeders called "fawn" and that's true. Underneath the fawn, she is snowy white, and so's her belly. Her ears are soft, but she generally prefers petting about the jaws and behind her ears.Also on her rump. Especially when I, whose nailsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-13623727098974170402010-12-16T14:03:00.003-05:002010-12-18T10:17:29.318-05:00Holiday Senses: SoundsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-20946534390185395942010-12-16T10:19:00.002-05:002010-12-16T10:42:15.623-05:00Holiday Senses: TasteI'm not near a good a cook as many of my friends. Nor am I creative in the kitchen. Friends of mine make homemade limoncello, toffee, breads, and shortbreads. I cannot. But. I know what I like. The tastes of the holidays, of fall and winter, are perhaps my favorites. (Ask me about this when the basil and tomatoes ripen...but for now...)I did some baking last week - shocker, as last week Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-87863826567517203992010-12-15T15:54:00.001-05:002010-12-15T15:55:54.676-05:00Holiday Senses: SightYes, sound too: but their FACES!Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy with Will Ferrell & John C. Reilly from Will FerrellUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-65221618883486623292010-12-07T11:37:00.010-05:002010-12-07T13:00:55.537-05:00Holiday Senses: SoundsI like moody, minor-key hymns and carols, and also obscure European ones. A lot.
The YouTube videos here are clunky and messing with my pristine design esthetic, so I'll just list, then show. Ok?
1. Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence
We used this one this past Sunday. Creeptastic, but also has a nice expectancy which I suppose is what Advent, anyway, is all about.
2. In the Bleak Midwinter
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-31122455741399778892010-12-06T07:51:00.002-05:002010-12-06T08:21:49.458-05:00Holiday Senses: SightWe had a little snow on Saturday. It. Was. PERFECT. Pretty, short-lived, melting now, and on a weekend. Living in the South, one doesn't see a sight like I did this weekend very often: our tree, just put in the tree stand, with white powder clinging to the branches. My sweater, coming in from outside, dusted with snow. Our yard almost fully blanketed, with swaths from the sledding Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-81836769922859495942010-11-30T13:20:00.003-05:002010-11-30T13:24:50.315-05:00I sometimes say that my husband is not a good roommate. He is romantic, funny, brilliant, a walking dictionary/history book/U.S. Constitution/policy think tank/poetry anthology, and a snappy dresser...but maybe a bit messy and disorganized, yes? But I can't think of anyone I'd rather be in the trenches with, and that's a fact.We spent our 18th wedding anniversary in bed. With fevers, chills, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-66317565676930207862010-11-23T16:28:00.003-05:002010-11-24T10:36:45.850-05:00TraditionsWe don't really have any Thanksgiving traditions. There have been Thanksgivings in the mountains, here at our former apartments and homes, in New York City, at the beach, with friends, with family, and one time here at home just us four. The one constant could be turkey...and maybe brussels sprouts.I love brussels sprouts. We roast them in the oven with olive oil, salt and pepper. I used toUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-6148711134722718062010-11-18T17:21:00.003-05:002010-11-18T17:33:26.930-05:00Not Immune to GratitudeDudes and dudettes, one thing I do not enjoy right now is needing to go to Caring Bridge and Care Calendar every day to check on three people, two of them under 10 years old, who are really, really struggling. I am thankful for health, even though my own has been dicey. I have not been completely well in over a month, but I am getting there and my complaints, while somewhat debilitating, are Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-86982075285977154212010-11-18T07:14:00.001-05:002010-11-18T07:14:37.200-05:00More VideoTina Fey is the one I would invite to dinner if I could have anyone.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-91194529033145258002010-11-15T16:22:00.001-05:002010-11-15T16:22:54.163-05:00You Look Like Sh&tUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-34137693786988185392010-11-08T16:25:00.004-05:002010-11-08T16:46:56.633-05:00Weekly InspirationSumptuous costume and cinematography via Sofia CoppolaThe TudorsLocal musicFighting fair(Conservative friends: I have been so nice, and so quiet! I've restrained from putting anything political on any page or out there at all, save my distaste for the Wake School Board's politicizing where there should be no politics. I don't even LIKE Keith Olbermann! Or what he did! But from what I can Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-54933950003877406922010-11-07T17:32:00.002-05:002010-11-07T17:45:17.870-05:00All SaintsDespite being sick, I mustered up the strength to go to our All Saints' service this morning. I usually have the role of ringing a bell for the dead. This year, with an inner ear virus, I gave that job to someone else. BONG BONG BONG is not what I needed today.But the service, no matter what you believe about the afterlife, is incredibly peaceful. There is a painful beauty in remembering whoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-36900321152524126792010-11-05T08:48:00.001-04:002010-11-05T08:48:24.967-04:00Rhi RhiUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-79817915457331912022010-10-29T09:20:00.009-04:002010-10-29T09:48:16.566-04:00Hallowe'enWell, we don't even have a pumpkin yet. The fact that Christmas is in full swing at BOTH of my jobs has something to do with that. But there is no school today, so we shall see if something can get done about this huge gaffe in the holiday merry-making. (I should tell you that we have celebrated, however. I was at school most of yesterday with the "Fall Experience". That phrase never fails Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-16890093217764549782010-10-26T17:40:00.002-04:002010-10-26T17:45:25.808-04:00Even the NY Times Loves Bravo!Patti in the news!I should add that I saw a recent episode of Millionaire Matchmaker all the way through - for the first time. I was gripped, as the millionaire PROPOSED! But of course he's a politician wannabe (now a politician) and she's a Playboy model (unbeknownst to Patti, apparently) and things ended in a flurry of MySpace commentary and badmouthing. Oh well. Mazel Tov, Shadchen!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-84309384814688785472010-10-25T15:49:00.002-04:002010-10-25T15:54:43.205-04:00A Pivotal DayOur pastor talked about days that change you in his sermon (that I heard twice, per my usual) yesterday. The day you are married. The day you hear you have cancer. The day you decide that you are not going to be mad anymore. The day your first child is born. Last night, my daughter couldn't sleep because I happened to drop this gem on her right before bedtime:"Tomorrow our lives will changeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-36918480879834334582010-10-18T07:51:00.004-04:002010-10-18T07:59:33.741-04:00To Sleep, PerchanceMy sleep has been seriously disrupted. This is NOT what I expected from my children's older childhood/tween years. My daughter suffers from....high metabolism? Combined with a bit of anxiety? With a dash of the common sleep problems associated with adolescence? We've determined that she has to exercise, heartily, every day. Otherwise, she has trouble going to sleep and then decides it isUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-33470910829651077122010-10-07T11:44:00.003-04:002010-10-07T12:00:10.419-04:00In a Pinch, I DJI just returned from Body Pump class. The instructor's iPod died during our first set. "Who has an iPod?"Um, me?Um, all of my songs are explicit?Oh wait, here's a playlist....with a bunch of Captain Underpants and Spongebob songs....KIDS!!! Grrr.But: how about "HEY BABY"! (Squats commence!)We move on to biceps and triceps...and I'm not sure I can find anything. "Do you have any rap?"Um, yesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-47022042105746546892010-09-30T12:39:00.003-04:002010-09-30T12:54:37.171-04:00The RainWe've had so much rain. And yet, last week I was in the depths of despair because I feared it would never rain again. We had six weeks of hot, dry weather...with barely even a cloud in the sky save the one day a tropical storm came by us and spat six drops and snubbed its nose and went on about its business. So on Sunday night we were all perplexed, amazed, and, apparently, instantly rendered Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-32191509967805648472010-09-23T11:25:00.002-04:002010-09-23T11:25:54.433-04:00Rap ThursdayIf I hear one more person act surprised that I like rap, I'm agonna let them finish...and then....Seriously! What the hell! Did YOU not like the rap? DO you not like the rap?Girl rap = bananas.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-87133249257797799422010-09-20T07:54:00.000-04:002010-09-20T07:55:22.051-04:00SummonedI guess this is pretty much what I've been thinking about.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705780.post-37402043916133595402010-09-10T17:20:00.004-04:002010-09-10T17:35:48.000-04:00HopscotchThere is an indie rock festival in our town! Featuring not only some of the most intriguing new bands of today, but easily one of my top five influential bands, Public Enemy, as a headliner! And we aren't going. We are 1. broke, 2. overbooked, and 3. exhausted. One of the many "this is so awesome"/"Raleigh you rock" tweets last night as the festival got underway was a welcome, "I'm having to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1