Sunday, May 30, 2010

For The Record

The idea of drinkable yogurt is slightly repulsive to me. I can hardly eat traditional (American) yogurt due to texture issues. When I do partake I prefer the addition nuts or granola.
I am a fan of Greek yogurt, though I haven't tried the brand given two thumbs up by eb and qm. I will be seeking it out. I've already discovered my nearest local grocer doesn't carry that brand, but I'm sure I can find it in the city or at one of the larger stores in town.
And yes, I realize this post had nothing at all to do with Buttah, I just love that look on his face. He shares such a look, pose with me at least twice a day. I don't know what's on his mind. Heh, it could be yogurt.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Thought You'd Like To Know

A. I wasn't remiss in posting pics of the cat (either of them) all dressed up. That phenomenon has yet to take place. When or if, you'll be so apprised.
B. The dog. diva that she is suffers in silence with the dresses, sweaters, polo shirts, head gear (antlers**I'm sure I posted a pic, but can't remember when, or the tag, or anything. Ah well) and hair-dos. Right now she's sporting a kind of top knot thingy. I'll try to get her to strike a pose. So far, she hasn't been very accommodating.
C. I have a new, new recruit. She is a dream compared to the previous new and though I didn't know the second new well, this new seems to out-distance her in experience, logic, and demeanor. It has only been a couple of weeks, but so far so . . . fantastic!
D. I read a Dr. Suess quote some time ago that continues to speak for me: "Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened."
And a question: Drinkable yogurt. Yay or Nay?

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Sun Day

Some days stretch out before you like bands of gold. You awake with a clear picture of what you'd like to accomplish and everything from the aches and pains, to the worries and concerns, work in concert to make the day a high energy, high achieving day.
Thank goodness for some of those days. Thank goodness those days happen just when they seem needed most.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010


my daughter: she's in emotional pain and there isn't much i can do except be here. i try to say the right things.
it doesn't feel right. it doesn't feel enough.
i don't wish the fella any harm, but damn him for hurting her so with his cowardly approach.
my mother: she is physical (and emotional) pain. i do what i can, when i can. but, it never seems enough.
{insert: sigh}

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Change Will Do You Good ?

There is a change jar with a counter on my desk in my office at work. I don't happen to think it, as a product, it is all that noteworthy. But, it seems to garner a lot of attention. Perhaps, too much attention. I happen to like the jar and I like that it sits on my desk in my office at work. But, perhaps I should change the jar to a less prominent location.
Speaking of my office, yesterday I had a meeting with a couple of representatives from some company looking to have our company expand the services their company provides to our company. As is usually the case in these tandem sit-downs (I was totally bamboozeled by the guy who scheduled the meet, I didn't warn tell me about the other guy joining us) one of the two does most of the talking. The other is there to punctuate and to spit performance stats.
During this meet the second guy did what the second guy normally does but he also did something else. Every few minutes he checked out of the meeting and checked out my office. He read labels on boxes and cabinets, checked out photos on my walls and cabinets. He took note of every note tacked to each of the bulletin boards. He drank it all in. It was a tad disconcerting. I mean, I'm not ashamed of anything I have up and about, or I wouldn't have it up and about, but his taking measure of it all, so deep, so intently, during the meeting, no less, made me feel . . . exposed.
I don't know, maybe it was me. Maybe I was just upset that I'd forgotten to call to cancel the damn meeting, as it was probably the last (or, next to last) thing I wanted or needed to do. Maybe I took special note of his obvious notice of everything (including the change jar) because of the attention the change jar had been getting.
Perhaps, it is some kind of sign that something needs to, is going to, change.

Friday, May 07, 2010

Heading Into The Weekend Update

This week, Thursday was my Friday as I took the day off from work to get
a jump on weekend chores, specifically, yard work. But, Friday began with a bang in the way of thunderstorms. I was able to get outside some, but not nearly as I'd intended. Ah well, there is still tomorrow.
Also, it has been cool (again). Temps hovering around the 50s during the day and dipping to the 40s at night. I had to fire up the heat again, at least in my bedroom and the bathroom. If there is anything I can't stand, it is going into a cold bathroom in the middle of the night. However, I am determined not to pull out the blankets again. Not until after September (or maybe August) at least.
My son filmed his first commercial this week. Wooo Hooo. Though, excitement is tempered a bit. He was an extra in a non-union shoot. But still, it was for a major (national) product, with a major production company. Though, becoming a commercial (that is to say, advertising talking head) success isn't where his artistic goals lie. They do pay well and well, that is a goal. He's had an agent since early March (or late February) and she has been, as he says, "on it". He's had multiple audition days recently. The next good role, great offer, is just around the way.
"The Boys" have gone . . . well, not quite viral. But, a bit more exposed.
This weekend is, as everyone and their mother knows, Mother's Day. As in years past, I will be taking my mother out. This year I'll have re-enforcements in the body of one of my cousins. She and I were going to hook up to take mom out for her birthday later this month, but cousin will be out of town during that time. I'm not looking forward to the outing. My mother really is not restaurant approved but at least there will be one other person to provide support. I suppose I could go back to plan A and cook here, but I'm not really feeling up to that, either.
My own Mother's Day treat will be delayed until my two can sync their schedules and finances and such. It shall be all good, whenever.
I haven't been out socially too much in recent weeks, due primarily to my outbreak. It was bad, got better, got bad again and then again (as in now) better. Clearly, I am going through something . . . hormonal? Whatever it is, it is forcing very deliberate eating, drinking, and other . . . choices.
My daughter did accompany me to the roller derby last week. We had a blast!! We were nearly creamed by a guy barreling his Range Rover through a red light, trying (we presume by his Blackhawk's jersey) to get to the game, as we were in the vicinity of the United Center. But, beyond that harrowing experience, we had a great time at the match.
A funny thing happened on the way to getting a couple of beers. My daughter was wearing a green t-shirt with some kind of saying, green shirts are for pimps or something like that. The bartender lady, in full flirt mode, said, "I like your shirt." (add the giggle). I countered with, "I like the other one, Re-hab is for Quitters." Bartender lady said, "what?" I repeated the shirt's slogan, to which bartender lady said, "Twitter...I just don't get twitter! Too old I guess."
. . . and with that, I'm out.