Today, I was quite excited to receive my first eBay purchase in the mail.
A few months before Xmas, I developed somewhat of an obsession with
Weebles. I remember as a young teenager coming across one buried
slightly in our lawn in MA while I was mowing.
I don't know what I did with that Weeble but I decided recently that I
wanted one. Just one. So, I went online bid on a lot (group) that
included two airplanes and multiple weebles. I figured I could keep
one or two weebles for my bookshelf and resell the other items.
Once I won the bid, I saw another weeble sale- a Blimp! So cool, I
had to have it.
So, now I am done and now I have to decide which to keep and which to sell.
Oh, the point of this little write-up is the fact that they are SO
much smaller than I remember them being. I now understand completely
why they were taken off the market!
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
Untitled
I know this is OK to post because, A) Out of guilt, I probably won't
keep it posted , and B) I know you will never read it.
"Friend" is an interesting word. It's part of the word "friendly". But
also "unfriendly".
Which you are.
In reality that word does not begin to tell it. Manipulative,
hurtful, evasive. Cruel. Those are slightly more accurate. And you
are a bit proud of all of these, it seems. The one of which you seem
most proud? Indifference. I have never known someone who could be so
subtly unkind, and then unconcerned.
Unfortunately, you are also fun, funny, intelligent, talented and
charismatic. When it suits you. Which makes you magnetic and a
nightmare at the same time.
We both speak the same language, you and I, but have always struggled
to understand one another. Still, you could try and speak a bit of
human once in a while.
Over time, you have hurt me enough for a week's worth of apologies. I
will not hold my breath. Besides, we both know I would gladly accept
one that takes even seven seconds if you mean it truly. That is my
weakness. We all have them, as we all know. Mine, apparently, is
occasionally returning to the abnormally large chameleon because he
used to play nice on the playground and now intermittently kicks me.
Hard. And I dare say with some mild satisfaction.
That, I accept, is my fault.
What I don't accept as my fault is the pit our friendship fell into
when you dragged it down with you despite my best efforts to step
around it. Now, I think we may have ended-up in this shit pit
regardless.
I will always have some bit of hope for our friendship because despite
my better judgment, it still matters to me. You still matter to me. I
am not sorry that I met you or that I know you, but I would be sorry
(and foolish) if I befriended another you.
It was a while ago, but I do remember your humor, your loyalty, your
random acts of kindness. For now I will try to acclimate to the fact
that I am not privy to that part of you and hope that it's just for
now. And hope that it's just me.
keep it posted , and B) I know you will never read it.
"Friend" is an interesting word. It's part of the word "friendly". But
also "unfriendly".
Which you are.
In reality that word does not begin to tell it. Manipulative,
hurtful, evasive. Cruel. Those are slightly more accurate. And you
are a bit proud of all of these, it seems. The one of which you seem
most proud? Indifference. I have never known someone who could be so
subtly unkind, and then unconcerned.
Unfortunately, you are also fun, funny, intelligent, talented and
charismatic. When it suits you. Which makes you magnetic and a
nightmare at the same time.
We both speak the same language, you and I, but have always struggled
to understand one another. Still, you could try and speak a bit of
human once in a while.
Over time, you have hurt me enough for a week's worth of apologies. I
will not hold my breath. Besides, we both know I would gladly accept
one that takes even seven seconds if you mean it truly. That is my
weakness. We all have them, as we all know. Mine, apparently, is
occasionally returning to the abnormally large chameleon because he
used to play nice on the playground and now intermittently kicks me.
Hard. And I dare say with some mild satisfaction.
That, I accept, is my fault.
What I don't accept as my fault is the pit our friendship fell into
when you dragged it down with you despite my best efforts to step
around it. Now, I think we may have ended-up in this shit pit
regardless.
I will always have some bit of hope for our friendship because despite
my better judgment, it still matters to me. You still matter to me. I
am not sorry that I met you or that I know you, but I would be sorry
(and foolish) if I befriended another you.
It was a while ago, but I do remember your humor, your loyalty, your
random acts of kindness. For now I will try to acclimate to the fact
that I am not privy to that part of you and hope that it's just for
now. And hope that it's just me.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Potato Soup
I just read a blog written by my friend Gina and as I was posting a
comment, it turned into a blog. Gina, who says she doesn't cook really
frequently, was talking about how proud she was for making potato soup
all by herself and how her son and his pre-school friends took one
look at it and turned-their little button noses up...
First off, I can completely understand the challenge cooking brings.
I, too, admire those who enjoy doing it. Being a single person (booo
hissss) makes it even harder to do regularly. I just had a steamed
artichoke and a chocolate chip muffin for lunch, for example.(No
comment from the cheap seats, please. You know who you are!). Eating a
big meal alone feels, well, alone, and let's face it, just not as
tasty.
Kids and food. If we ever wondered where our desire for the familiar,
and our desire for creature comforts come from, it's just from being a
kid. Which everyone was at some point. Hopefully. There's something in
the DNA that made us want to hear that bedtime story 47 times in a row
and not mind living on hot dogs alone until the age of four. My
brother is proof that such a child exists.
Kids LOVE habits and schedules.
Keep trying to get them to try "new" stuff, Gina! Don't give up!
My Mom, who is a wonderful cook, had my brother and I eating very
non-traditional food from an early age and I turned out just...er, um.
Just keep trying!
comment, it turned into a blog. Gina, who says she doesn't cook really
frequently, was talking about how proud she was for making potato soup
all by herself and how her son and his pre-school friends took one
look at it and turned-their little button noses up...
First off, I can completely understand the challenge cooking brings.
I, too, admire those who enjoy doing it. Being a single person (booo
hissss) makes it even harder to do regularly. I just had a steamed
artichoke and a chocolate chip muffin for lunch, for example.(No
comment from the cheap seats, please. You know who you are!). Eating a
big meal alone feels, well, alone, and let's face it, just not as
tasty.
Kids and food. If we ever wondered where our desire for the familiar,
and our desire for creature comforts come from, it's just from being a
kid. Which everyone was at some point. Hopefully. There's something in
the DNA that made us want to hear that bedtime story 47 times in a row
and not mind living on hot dogs alone until the age of four. My
brother is proof that such a child exists.
Kids LOVE habits and schedules.
Keep trying to get them to try "new" stuff, Gina! Don't give up!
My Mom, who is a wonderful cook, had my brother and I eating very
non-traditional food from an early age and I turned out just...er, um.
Just keep trying!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Fine Storyteller in The Making
In need of a project, I decided to go through all 42,000 of my
journals and transcribe the poetry in one book. For starters...not a
very good poet. Not to mention this is clearly a
seemed-like-an-ok-idea-at-the-
I went through my first journal from 1987. I was 11 or 10. And
spastic. It was a journal that would ask questions. In my writing,
there was no such thing as segueing. Or spell-check.
So, I thought I'd entertain with a few entries. I will, of course,
type exactly as it was written...
MY FAVORITE AND LEAST FAVORITE SUBJECT -
I like science a lot. Too bad I suck at it!
One time we electrocuted a hot dog.
Social Studies is fun.
MY HOPES AND DREAMS -
I hope when I grow up that I will be an artist. I want to be as great
and popular as my parents and hope that I find good friends, collage,
home and carrire. I also wish to be a play-writer. I've writen many
plays in school and have gotten god grades on them.
But I REALLY want to be a chimpanzie trainer!
This next one needs some background. As a kid, my cousin Tim would
visit form Ohio from time to time. We (my brother and I) thought we
were the coolest. He could play soccer and roll down the driveway on a
skateboard while doing a handstand! He's older than us so he was the
big cool cousin.
This is an entry from one of his visits after he'd married his wife
Teresa (who is great, by the way)...
Tim McCarty came to visit. Ever since he married Terrissa, He's acted
too much like a grown-up! He dosent really play with Christopher and I
anymore. Tonight, Christopher and Tim went out for dinner and played
pool somewhere out in the goon docks (yes, I wrote "goon" docks). Mom
and Dad went out and I didn't want to go so I was stuck watching
sticom reruns. All he talks about is technolegy. I have nothing
against that, of course, but I wish he'd do something else.
Like move here.
Ah, writing at it's finest.
journals and transcribe the poetry in one book. For starters...not a
very good poet. Not to mention this is clearly a
seemed-like-an-ok-idea-at-the-
I went through my first journal from 1987. I was 11 or 10. And
spastic. It was a journal that would ask questions. In my writing,
there was no such thing as segueing. Or spell-check.
So, I thought I'd entertain with a few entries. I will, of course,
type exactly as it was written...
MY FAVORITE AND LEAST FAVORITE SUBJECT -
I like science a lot. Too bad I suck at it!
One time we electrocuted a hot dog.
Social Studies is fun.
MY HOPES AND DREAMS -
I hope when I grow up that I will be an artist. I want to be as great
and popular as my parents and hope that I find good friends, collage,
home and carrire. I also wish to be a play-writer. I've writen many
plays in school and have gotten god grades on them.
But I REALLY want to be a chimpanzie trainer!
This next one needs some background. As a kid, my cousin Tim would
visit form Ohio from time to time. We (my brother and I) thought we
were the coolest. He could play soccer and roll down the driveway on a
skateboard while doing a handstand! He's older than us so he was the
big cool cousin.
This is an entry from one of his visits after he'd married his wife
Teresa (who is great, by the way)...
Tim McCarty came to visit. Ever since he married Terrissa, He's acted
too much like a grown-up! He dosent really play with Christopher and I
anymore. Tonight, Christopher and Tim went out for dinner and played
pool somewhere out in the goon docks (yes, I wrote "goon" docks). Mom
and Dad went out and I didn't want to go so I was stuck watching
sticom reruns. All he talks about is technolegy. I have nothing
against that, of course, but I wish he'd do something else.
Like move here.
Ah, writing at it's finest.
Monday, January 15, 2007
John Mayer
"I'm in repair.
I'm not together
but I'm getting there".
I'm not liking the new John Mayer CD so much, but I do like this lyric.
I'm not together
but I'm getting there".
I'm not liking the new John Mayer CD so much, but I do like this lyric.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Martin Luther King, Jr. parade
The parade's theme was "Embracing the Dream...It's More than Just a
Day" A really lovely sentiment I thought as I headed off to shoot it
today for the paper.
My favorite thing about shooting the parade honoring Martin Luther
King, Jr. in Riviera Beach was all the great advertising. Who needs
marching bands or thoughtful non-profits when you can have hours of
realty and insurance companies, funeral homes and politicians
strolling by, schmoozing with the bored crowd and littering the
streets with their flyers and handouts?! I think it sounds fantastic!
Appreciation for the monotony aside, could you at LEAST spruce-up your
realty car before crawling down the street and handing out pamphlets
that say "Embrace the dream through ownership!"? I think Dr. King
would feel extra special (not to mention proud!) if you did
Day" A really lovely sentiment I thought as I headed off to shoot it
today for the paper.
My favorite thing about shooting the parade honoring Martin Luther
King, Jr. in Riviera Beach was all the great advertising. Who needs
marching bands or thoughtful non-profits when you can have hours of
realty and insurance companies, funeral homes and politicians
strolling by, schmoozing with the bored crowd and littering the
streets with their flyers and handouts?! I think it sounds fantastic!
Appreciation for the monotony aside, could you at LEAST spruce-up your
realty car before crawling down the street and handing out pamphlets
that say "Embrace the dream through ownership!"? I think Dr. King
would feel extra special (not to mention proud!) if you did
Sunday, January 7, 2007
New Year's List!
1) ADDICTION OF THE YEAR-
My dog
2) LIFETIME SERVICE AWARD (friend you've known the longest) -
Rachel Meyer
3) NEWCOMER AWARDS - NEWEST FRIENDS?
Nirvi
4) HIGH POINT OF THE YEAR-
Matti
5) LOW POINT OF THE YEAR?
No Matti
6) BEST HOLIDAY?
Christmas!
7) YOUR SONG FOR 2006
Jetlag by Joss Stone
8) FAVORITE MOVIE FOR 2006?
Walk the Line and Pride and Prejudice
10) WHO DID YOU SPEND VALENTINES WITH?
Me
11) BEST RELATIONSHIP?
All my relationships are good...except for the crummy one(s).
12) WHAT WERE YOU FOR HALLOWEEN?
A chick that sat on the curb and gave out candy with Rachel Sauer
13) RESTAURANT OF THE YEAR?
La Salsa, and Cheesecake Factory for its hot fudge sundaes. DaDa is
the best all-time though, I think.
14) BOOK OF THE YEAR?
My Sister's Keeper
15) BEST DECISION MADE in 2006?
To set a deadline for my next trip/adventure
16) WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS FOR 2007?
Visit Spain; learn Spanish (see #15)
17) MOST STUPID IDEA?
Not going back to a construction site after realizing the sparks that
hit my car as I passed left molten metal on my car.
18) TV SHOW OF THE YEAR?
Grey's Anatomy, Heroes
19) YOUR MOST LOYAL Friends?
Mom and Dad
20) BIGGEST CHANGE OF THE YEAR?
Me
21) BIGGEST STUPID AWARD?
He shall remain nameless
22) PARTY OF THE YEAR?
My parents anniversary and my brother's wedding
23) BEST TRIP?
Matti's trips to FL
24) QUOTE OF THE YEAR?
He's four cut fish sticks short of Rainman
25) NEW YEARS RESOLUTION?
keep my car cleaner, floss more
My dog
2) LIFETIME SERVICE AWARD (friend you've known the longest) -
Rachel Meyer
3) NEWCOMER AWARDS - NEWEST FRIENDS?
Nirvi
4) HIGH POINT OF THE YEAR-
Matti
5) LOW POINT OF THE YEAR?
No Matti
6) BEST HOLIDAY?
Christmas!
7) YOUR SONG FOR 2006
Jetlag by Joss Stone
8) FAVORITE MOVIE FOR 2006?
Walk the Line and Pride and Prejudice
10) WHO DID YOU SPEND VALENTINES WITH?
Me
11) BEST RELATIONSHIP?
All my relationships are good...except for the crummy one(s).
12) WHAT WERE YOU FOR HALLOWEEN?
A chick that sat on the curb and gave out candy with Rachel Sauer
13) RESTAURANT OF THE YEAR?
La Salsa, and Cheesecake Factory for its hot fudge sundaes. DaDa is
the best all-time though, I think.
14) BOOK OF THE YEAR?
My Sister's Keeper
15) BEST DECISION MADE in 2006?
To set a deadline for my next trip/adventure
16) WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS FOR 2007?
Visit Spain; learn Spanish (see #15)
17) MOST STUPID IDEA?
Not going back to a construction site after realizing the sparks that
hit my car as I passed left molten metal on my car.
18) TV SHOW OF THE YEAR?
Grey's Anatomy, Heroes
19) YOUR MOST LOYAL Friends?
Mom and Dad
20) BIGGEST CHANGE OF THE YEAR?
Me
21) BIGGEST STUPID AWARD?
He shall remain nameless
22) PARTY OF THE YEAR?
My parents anniversary and my brother's wedding
23) BEST TRIP?
Matti's trips to FL
24) QUOTE OF THE YEAR?
He's four cut fish sticks short of Rainman
25) NEW YEARS RESOLUTION?
keep my car cleaner, floss more
Friday, January 5, 2007
Collectors
Me- Hey Dad, I'm looking for newspaper copies of my marching band
story. I know I brought some home (to MA) but now I don't have any
here (in WPB).
Dad -They're still here. Do you want me to send one to you?
Me - No, that's OK. I'll see if the office has some. Just don't throw them out.
Dad - (laughing) Sweetheart, we have never thrown anything out that
has anything to do with you. We still have pieces of paper you
accidentally sat on when you were two.
Ah, my parents - collectors of all things fine and rare.
story. I know I brought some home (to MA) but now I don't have any
here (in WPB).
Dad -They're still here. Do you want me to send one to you?
Me - No, that's OK. I'll see if the office has some. Just don't throw them out.
Dad - (laughing) Sweetheart, we have never thrown anything out that
has anything to do with you. We still have pieces of paper you
accidentally sat on when you were two.
Ah, my parents - collectors of all things fine and rare.
Monday, January 1, 2007
NYE
My New Year's Eve was fun. I joined friends at a bar and then we went
to Palm Beach to Cafe Boloud, a fancy pants place where we felt like
riff raff despite being dressed up. We danced to the music and chatted
and watched the women in their diamonds and the men in their ascots,
and waited only a short while for the countdown. After mid-night, we
ended our evening with one more dance - MJ's "Don't Stop Till You Get
Enough".
It's funny how New Year's makes me feel renewed every year. It
reminds me of elementary school, high school even, and how every
September was exciting. Getting new books full of things to learn. The
first fresh new sheet of paper to make contact with my pencil. A new
desk, new schedule, new classes. New information. A new title - fifth
grader!
Then, it's like work. All the new books with interesting things in
them - now I have to REMEMBER the interesting things in them?! It
gets old and so does the year.
With a new year (not an academic one) comes a similar feeling. Start
fresh! Well, how is today any newer than the day that happened a few
days ago? And yet, it does make me feel new. Shiny! I put up a new
calendar after sitting and putting in everyone's birthdays. I clean
the apartment and somehow it seems different than the time I cleaned
it last week.
If only we could retain for good the sparkly optimism of the first
Wednesday after Labor Day or January 1st.
For now, it IS January 1st and I am enjoying the happy, shiny, hope
for the New Year!
to Palm Beach to Cafe Boloud, a fancy pants place where we felt like
riff raff despite being dressed up. We danced to the music and chatted
and watched the women in their diamonds and the men in their ascots,
and waited only a short while for the countdown. After mid-night, we
ended our evening with one more dance - MJ's "Don't Stop Till You Get
Enough".
It's funny how New Year's makes me feel renewed every year. It
reminds me of elementary school, high school even, and how every
September was exciting. Getting new books full of things to learn. The
first fresh new sheet of paper to make contact with my pencil. A new
desk, new schedule, new classes. New information. A new title - fifth
grader!
Then, it's like work. All the new books with interesting things in
them - now I have to REMEMBER the interesting things in them?! It
gets old and so does the year.
With a new year (not an academic one) comes a similar feeling. Start
fresh! Well, how is today any newer than the day that happened a few
days ago? And yet, it does make me feel new. Shiny! I put up a new
calendar after sitting and putting in everyone's birthdays. I clean
the apartment and somehow it seems different than the time I cleaned
it last week.
If only we could retain for good the sparkly optimism of the first
Wednesday after Labor Day or January 1st.
For now, it IS January 1st and I am enjoying the happy, shiny, hope
for the New Year!
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