Monthly Archives: May 2011

Ever have one of those days?


Where nothing goes right (or at least seems to go right)?

Where the silver lining you manage to find after painstakingly searching for it still seems to have a dingy raincloud grey tinge about it?

Where you do everything you possibly can to make sure your mood will be influenced by nothing but the best and the happiest things in the world, and you still feel attacked and worn out?

Where you just don’t want to be good and say the appropriate polite thing to the person with the “best of intentions” who is unwittingly driving you crazy?

Where, not only do you stub your toe on the ugly rust-colored ottoman, but you stub your toe on life itself?

Where your cat doesn’t even want to be around you?

Where you just feel like  this lovely, hand-drawn illustration?




That was very reminiscent of my own day today…  If you have ever had a day like it, I’m really sorry. And I’m here to report that I survived, with only a few scars to show for it, though with more tears shed than I’d prefer to admit.



…For the record, I did help save a toddler from running into a busy street today. That made my day at least a little bit better, I think.

Play it again.


Ever really wanted to listen to music that fit your mood, rather than what you had in your CD/MP3 player?

Gotten tired of the same-old-same-old music that loops itself for you on your internet “radio” station?

Have you ever gotten tired of listening to commercials after every song on the radio?

I know I have. (Wow. How serious do I sound right there? I really think those late-night infomercial writers should hire me! “Just wait — I’m adding this am-A-zing set of Japanese Sushi knives  to this deal — restaurant kitchen quality for the home kitchen price!” Sigh.)

Anyway, continuing on from before the random tangent, a friend mentioned something today about an internet “radio” station, that she listens to when she’s working, studying, and adding that little bit of extra shine to her kitchen’s floor. (That would be “housework.”)

The website is called Stereo Mood. It boasts a plethora of music I’m pretty sure I’ve never heard before, by artists (decent and not) of whom I’ve only heard a few. I haven’t heard an advertisement since I started listening (a whopping 45 minutes ago), and it allows you to skip to the next track, stop, pause, even re-listen to tracks in the list when you want to. There aren’t that many “popular” artists in the playlists, so I haven’t heard many old favorites, but I’m thinking it’s a great option for background music and for writing music. I listen to music when I write to help me get through fiction scenes with a consistent feeling, and this is pretty helpful for that.

The main page gives you a list of emotions to pick from, for which they give you what may be the “perfect” playlist for the mood you’re currently in — or possibly the mood you actually want to be in.

I still haven’t figured that part out. I do know that when I selected the “I feel like I want to cry” playlist, well… after a few songs I really did want to cry. I then migrated to the “Busy as a bee” option from the main page. If I were feeling hyperactive in the least, which I hardly ever do, I’m certain I could’ve gotten all six loads of my laundry done in a quarter of the time while listening to that station. So far, the “In love” playlist has been quite nice for listening, with a pleasant tone to most of the songs and lacking the urgency of the “Bee” list.

One of the loveliest tunes I’ve listened to is one by singer/songwriter Rosi Golan, a new name to me. But her voice is cheery, light, and matches the tone of her song, C’est L’amour. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have this sunny holiday afternoon!

Memorial Day.


Two great-great uncles from Iowa.
One grandfather from Iowa.
One grandfather from New York.
Two uncles.
Two cousins.
My father.
My future husband.

I have so many heroes in my family who have served or are currently serving in our United States service. Only one of them has made the ultimate sacrifice that I know of. And today is the day my country remembers those who have fallen while in the service of our military.


One of the traditions we have to signify the memorial is wearing a red poppy. The tradition was inspired by a poem written by Dr. John McCrae of the Royal Canadian Army Medical Corps, published in 1915.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

– John McCrae

Thank you to all who served and who are now serving.

May we never forget.


It’s official.


…It’s Slacker Saturday!

Actually, I’ve been pretty busy and accomplished all day long, but JA told me I hadn’t yet posted on my blog. “Whatever,” I told him. “I’ll call it “Slacker Saturday” (which I have, as you can plainly see) and not post!”

“But,” he said, “If you post today, then you’ll have posted every day for two full weeks!

Sigh. Boy’s got a point.

SO. Here is my post ^^^. Ta-DAH. Told you, it’s still Slacker Saturday. There you go, my darling. A post. Just for you. Don’t say I never gave ya anything. 😉

I am now off to spend the evening with a dear friend who may quite possibly have the world’s most amazing cooking skills. I may or may not really hope that I get fed while I’m with her. I’ll keep y’all posted.  🙂 Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!

File this under ‘sad fantasies.’


The above is a loose representation of me last night. Even after being in bed for three hours I would’ve sworn I could hear my tell-tale heart… *thub-dub. thub-dub.* And there was this illogical part of my brain that was petrified that it might betray my darkest secrets…

…One of which could be that I would totally marry Batman if the opportunity arose. Or Richard Castle. Honestly, I’m easy. I’d take whoever ended up asking first.

Especially if it were Batman. I love a man in a cape and cowl.

Springtime, springtime.


I’m not quite sure why, but Spring has taken its sweet time getting here.Last week was filled with rainstorms and colder weather. This week looks a bit more promising, but as unstable as the weather has been thus far this year, how it is remains to be seen.

One of the reasons I’ve been looking forward to Spring is working in the garden with my mom. Granted, for the most part, I’m one of those people who is allergic to nature. But this year has been a little different. I’ll soon be moving out of state, for one. Taking advantage of the time I’ll have with family has become a lot more important than it used to be. Also, I never realized how much planting something and helping it grow makes me appreciate the time I spend doing it. In other words, when I’ve been helping plant the roses and zinnias we’ve bought this year, I never finished with the planting/feeding/watering/weeding processes and felt like I’d wasted my time. Now, doing dishes? Folding laundry? Brushing the cat? These are all chores that when I finish, I can’t help but feel that I’ve lost 20 minutes of my life that I will never get back. But recently, working outside has been a sort of refuge. It’s surprised me, since nature and I haven’t gotten along since the poison oak incident of ’93. But it is a pleasant surprise.

So, I need to ask my two readers: what kind of chore/activity/place gives you that sense of peace and solitude? And how did you find it? Was it a surprise? Or has it always just been that way for you?

Coffee. Tea. Or how about…


For those of you who don’t know me, which is most of you, I have an affinity for hot beverages.

Read: I love tea and coffee. I drink them almost anyway you can fix them, but prefer them both black.

Because of this, I’m probably certifiably addicted to caffeine. At least, I think that’s what it means when you drink a triple latté and can take a nap about 15 minutes afterwards. Otherwise, I was just made backwards, which isn’t that far of a reach, considering some of my habits. It might actually make more sense. Ah well.

Anyway, I saw a friend’s (I guess she’s more of an acquaintance) status update on Facebook that read something to the effect of, “Teeccinos  are amazing.” The word nerd part of my brain probably is why I picked up on the “-ccino” section of that word.

“-Ccino? Like… cappu-? Hrm.”

Annnd Google-time.

Turns out, for those of you who don’t know (and those of you who’ve forgotten), Teeccino is an herbal, caffeine-free “coffee.” 

And why would I want to drink coffee that’s caffeine-free? Mostly because I’m curious about it, and, like I said, I reallyreallyreally enjoy hot drinks. The website does point out that some drinkers mix it with coffee to enhance the taste, but cut down on the caffeine. It sounds weird, but I’m considering trying it out.

So I suppose I should ask if anyone out there reading this has tried Teeccino before?

Was it “amazing,” as my “kind-of-friend-except-I-haven’t-talked-with-her-in-at-least-two-years” taste-tester said it was? And if you haven’t tried it, I’m thinking I’ll grab a bag of it and try it. Who knows, it might make a semi-decent blog topic one day. And heaven knows I’m in need one of those.

One of my caffeine-addiction enabling mantras. Pic via I don't know where.