Sunday, April 27, 2008

thrift store finds

This is the brand new Samsonite suit case I found at the Salvation Army last week for 7 bucks. It's really nifty. As I wheeled it around the store at least 3 people tried to take it from me. And one old man asked if he could go on vacation with me. huh-uh.

Yesterday I found the bag on the right. A very large travel toiletry bag from The Body Shop. All those plastic containers you see are Velcro-ed inside. So they're removable. Very nifty I think. 4 bucks.

Queen Kong

This is the Mao's personal Empire State Building. In case any one's interested it's like 50 degrees here. I'm not complaining, because really I can only take so many days of perfect weather before I feel depressed and obligated to take advantage of it. I hate feeling obligated. All that barely suppressed guilt. Makes me nervous and paranoid. Too many big emotions for one little girl.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008


Just getting our affairs together. Vacation affairs that is. John leaves for Florida Monday morning. He's getting very excited. I've arranged for his plane and his car and his hotel. And I've also arranged for the day off. Because I'm going to drop him off at the airport early that morning and then I'm going back to bed. And then Lynn and I are going out for the day. Whole Foods and bookstores and maybe some in-door rock climbing.

Last week I made our reservations for Savannah. We're staying at The 1895 Inn. It comes highly recommended and I'm as giddy as a school girl. I also made reservations in PA for the trip down. P.S. my car got 30 miles to the gallon on it's first tank. Good-Girl!

What I just finished reading: "Blood Orange" by Druscilla Campbell (I think). Interesting story. Decent read. But the more I think about it the less I like most of the characters. I wanted it to be a little more one thing and a little less of another. And you know what else? I'm by no means a prude. But good Lord. What's up with people, particularly people who are supposed to be in committed relationships, not being able to keep it in their pants? I'm just not into the whole theme of adultery for the sake of adultery. At least let there be money or revenge or love or something as an ulterior motive to make it more interesting. It's not so much a morality issue as it is a boring, unimaginative, waste of my frickin' time issue.

Now reading: "Murder on Washington Square" by Victoria Thompson. 4th in the Gaslight Mysteries. Set in turn of the century New York. Main character is a young widowed mid-wife. I'm a big fan of historical mysteries. It's set in the same era as Caleb Carr's "The Alienist".

P.S. Anybody out there ever have a bunion? Cause I think I gots one and I'd really appreciate some advice before I take a knife to my Nikes. Ya'll I got some serious hoof pain.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

one for me, one for you...

The truth of the matter is that I've been getting out of work early for the past few days. This excites me to no end and causes me to run rampant for the rest of the day. Throws off my patterns. That's my excuse for not blogging.

I've worked out 6 of the past 7 days. I haven't eaten any refined sugar and I'm totally watching my portion control and I weigh exactly the same thing I weighed last Saturday morning. John, on the other hand, stopped drinking soda and has lost 11 pounds since Saturday. And he has the gall to wonder why I want to stab him in his sleep. Then he says to me, "You look thinner." And what am I supposed to do with that? Punch him? Kiss him? Ignore him? Thank him?

We're taking a ride this week-end. Perhaps Maine?

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

purple nurple

Here she is! I'll be accepting donations at the end of this blog.

Monday, April 14, 2008

if only

C'mon, you know it's funny.
I've wasted most of my night here on this damn computer. Made turkey burgers and potato salad for "supper" at 4:30pm. Then we cleaned out the Focus because tomorrow I'm picking up the Fit! Yay! I don't know why I'm so happy. I've just damned myself to 7 years of rice and beans and frozen brussels sprouts... And I don't know how the crap I'm gonna get to Colorado now. We've decided on the Shambhala Institute, by the way. Maybe I'll win the lottery by then. Or knock over a liquor store. Or figure out how to spin Bea's fur into gold...

Sunday, April 13, 2008


Mortimer and Violet. Violet is the calico. Mortimer the big Siamese with the glowing eyes.
Mortimer lived to the ripe old age of about 19. We called him the Wal-Mart cat because we picked him up in the Wal-Mart parking lot. He was cream colored and sweet. We tried to return him but no one who lived close by wanted him. We named him Mortimer because when Wendy picked him up the first time she said he was so stiff he felt like rigormortis had set in. He lived with my parents for 17 years. At his healthiest, Mort weighed 16pounds. Towards the end I'm guessing he tipped the scales at around 3pounds. He was such a good boy. He had that distinctive Siamese "yowl". It's funny, because Bea is a calico, but because she grew up with Mort she too has the Siamese call. That's why we call her Mao Rao.
I miss him all the time. My next tattoo will be a tribute to him. Mortimer, Smortimer, Smortimus, One-Fang Smort, Smelly Smort, The Puppet Master, sweet ole good boy Mort.

and i say no,no,no...




Goofing around with the camera. Makes me realize how dang cluttered our kitchen is. I took one of me and John and Bea but I looked quite unfortunate.
It's chilly here today. Yesterday was awesome. Today not so much.
John set up a Myspace account for us a few days ago. Then he got nervous because his full name was on it and he was afraid people would be able to find him. I've met people from his past and I must say that I can't blame him one bit. John has the checkered past. Years of drug and alcohol abuse and felony charges. It's sort of sexy in a sick sort of way. That I have a reformed bad boy. And boy is he reformed. Court mandated rehab for 16 months. Clean for over 17 years. All this happened before he and I happened. It's fascinating. Knowing what kind of a person he was and knowing who he is now. Transformation-Evolution. 20 years ago he spent his week-ends in high speed chases with the police. Nowadays he spends his weekends watching Dragnet with a cat in his lap. Hot.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

my new car

This here is my new car. Gulp. Everytime I buy a car I always tell myself that my next car will be a Honda. Then for some reason I talk myself out of it. Not this time, boy. This time, I bought myself a Honda Fit. A 2008 Honda Fit Sport. Fully loaded. All the happy options with a 7 year 100,000 mile bumper to bumper warranty. It's blackberry pearl with sparkles in it. The most obnoxious color I could find. For some reason in this photo it looks a little wagon-ish. In real life it's very snub-nosed in appearance. However, there's as much room inside as my Focus. John was very happy with the roominess. And he's 6'3".

I pick it up Tues. or Wed. I can't believe I bought a new car. I'm gonna go have myself a heart attack now.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Mao Rao

Beatrice Cecelia Ophelia
Mao Rao

Thursday, April 10, 2008

I flew to Wilmington last December to spend time with my sister Angie and her family. This is the view we had on the ferry from Southport to Kure Beach.

I've been thinking about religion and spirituality a lot lately. It's an extremely personal topic. I have no problem discussing it. I'm not offended or put off by the topic, but for some reason I tend to be offended for anyone else who gets cornered by the 'Jesus/God/denomination/religion' question. It's like asking someone how much money they make or if they're impotent or something. I thought maybe I had more to say about it... but as it turns out, that's about it. Religion fascinates me. All of the different rituals and symbols. People dedicate their entire lives to their religion. I am in awe of monks and nuns and priests and missionaries. I am humbled by their service. I adore conviction and zealotry even if I disagree with the values and ethics behind them. Man's constant search and evolution.

I'm gonna go eat my vegetable lasagna and chocolate bread pudding now. Maybe pop a Valium or two...'cause a few minutes ago Bea gave us quite a scare. Apparently she was in quite the deep sleep, eyeballs all rolled back in her head, completely non-responsive for about 10 seconds. I lifted her head with my hand and she was limp... and then, just like that, she was awake and wondering why the hell I was disturbing her. First I broke down and had myself a little infarction. Then I fed her and scooped her litter box. All is right with the world.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008


Me and John. John and Me. I'm actually holding Bea in this picture but she got cut out... or maybe she's just too evil to cast a reflection. Is possible.
So lets see- what else is going on... the weather is beautiful. The best day of the entire year thus far. Last night I was asleep before 9pm. Good for me because I've slept for crap the last few nights. Despite 9 hours of sleep I still wasn't able to get up in enough time to accomplish everything. I was running around trying to make coffee and brush my teeth and do my hair at the same time. I am so not a multi-tasker.

Daddy's still in the nursing home. He's doing two hours of therapy every day. He says it hurts like hell but Mama says she can see the improvement from one day to the next. Of course this is the same woman who called me the other night to tell me Angie found the wallet Mama lost 5 days ago. She had a 15 minute conversation about it and we hung up. Literally 3 minutes later she called me again to let me know that Angie found her wallet... poor stressed out Mama. Have I expressed how much I love my Mama? Well, I really love my Mama. She's too much fun and too kind hearted. She and my Daddy are the two best people I have ever known. Period. I miss them every day. Shit... now I'm all sad and sentimental.

This is me and Mama at Nubble Light in Maine. It was last summer. About 90 degrees until you pulled into the parking lot for the lighthouse. Then it was like 50 and windy. That's why we're all bundled up. It was a good day. Mama usually visits for a couple of weeks in the summer and a couple of weeks at Christmas. But she and Daddy haven't been doing too well the past year. Her back and Daddy's heart and knees. Makes for a difficult travel. Six more weeks and I'll get to spend quality time with them. -sigh-

Book I'm reading: "How to Marry a Murderer" by Amanda Matetsky. 3rd in her Paige Turner series. Set in 1950's New York. Love it. Awesome setting, meticulously detailed. I'm trying to savor it until I have the opportunity to buy the 4th.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008


My great-niece Abby. She's a frickin' hoot that one.

I guess I'm gonna have to buy a new car. I'd much rather buy a new pair of shoes or a plane ticket some place fun or a weekend at a spa... but instead, I have to purchase a vehicle. There's really nothing wrong with my current mode of transportation. I like my Focus. It has served me well. But it's got almost 60,000 miles on it, and I'm starting to worry about the little knocks and vibrations and stuff. So, now I have to clean her up and take her to the pound and trade her in for a puppy. I'm thinking maybe a Dodge Caliber. They're fun looking. Hip and comfortable inside. I'd really like to have a new Honda Element, but my pocket book says otherwise. At least there's really no rush. I don't HAVE to buy a new car immediately. But I'd like to get it before we go on vacation the last week of May. Which leads me to happier thoughts...

Vacation! Savannah! Visiting my fam-damn-ily! I've planned it for the last week in May because that's the week-end of the family reunion. I haven't been to one since I moved North 7 years ago. I'm really looking forward to it. Deviled eggs and fried chicken and barbecue and sweet tea and great aunts twice removed asking me when I'm gonnna have children. Speaking of great-aunts... the other reason I chose that week is because my newest great niece will have made her debut by then. My eldest niece, Sarah, is due in 3 more weeks. I'm excited. My biological clock is ticking at an un-godly volume and I'm doing my damnedest to try and ignore it. Sort of living vicariously through everyone else.

At any rate, it's a gorgeous day here in New England. High 50's, sunny, not nearly as windy as yesterday. A good day to take advantage of this beautiful weather and stay indoors on the couch.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

lovely things

This is my lone hyacinth. Last summer I planted all kinds of flowers in front of our trailer. Big ones, little ones, wild ones, tame ones, plants and shrubs and anything that looked pale and sickly for less than a dollar at Wal-Mart. This here little purple chick is one of those that I paid 75cents for. And here she is, making her grand entrance. I'm so proud of her I could spit!

And these are my sisters. Angie on the left and Wendy on the right. They're my best friends and they tie for 2nd place in the Mama department. I love them more than is humanly possible. They're so opposite but their core goodness is so innately identical it's fascinating. Mwah-Mwah to my "suhsters".

oh yes... please check out persimmonsgal 's blogspot. She's giving away some really awesome stuff in her latest contest and I wanna win.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

pay no attention- it's the Motrin talking

So I've been playing around with my blog tonight. That, and listening to the same Rilo Kiley song over and over because it's the only one my mp3 player will play without skipping and stuttering... strange and frustrating. It's a good thing I really like this song.

As far as this blog thing goes... geez louise... this is pretty fun. Pretty pictures and colors and bright shiny objects ooo-aah. It rained part of the day here in CT. But, it was in the mid-50's. Ain't gonna sneeze at that. I slept for like forty-eleven hours. I talked to Mama. I brushed my teeth. I ate pizza and chips and cookies. If I weren't so shameless I'd be embarrassed. I swear to Buddha I'm gonna work out tomorrow. Turbo-Jam, baby! When I do it, I really enjoy it and the endorphins kick in and I feel all superior. I'm telling myself: You just want to be healthy. You just want to feel better. You're doing this for your own well-being. Blah-ditty-blah.
When in reality, despite all of my self-empowering, esteem-enforcing diatribes... I want Angelina Jolie arms and a 22 inch waist. And for this I am furious with myself.

John: "I guess I'm gonna have to break down and use that thing beside of the television" (referring to the treadmill)
Me: "You should probably start with using those things attached to your ass."

s-a-t-u-r-d-a-y -!

This is me and Julian the sweet little pixie baby. Julian belongs to my dear friends Natalie and Ben.
So it's Saturday morning. When I was a duckling, Friday nights were my favorite time of the week. Then I hit 30 and now I'm all about Saturday mornings. A cup of coffee, some good tunes on Sirius or the sonygogear and I'm set for a few. For someone who loves to travel and who can be fully ready for an outing in under 7 minutes, I'm still very much a 'nest-er'.
I had every intention of doing something interesting today. Perhaps a museum, or a daytrip. Instead, it's 11:11 and I haven't changed out of my pajamas. We watched the latest episode of "My Name is Earl". Say what you will, but Jamie Pressley/Joy is the shit.
Uh-oh, I think I feel a mid-morning nap approaching.

Friday, April 4, 2008

Trailer-trash leaps into the 21st century...

Well ya'll, I guess I'm a blogger now... this should take up those 12 extra minutes a day I spend sleeping and contemplating my belly-button.

Truthfully though, I've always been a journal keeper, so this shouldn't be much different, huh? Except now all of my bitching and whining and witty observations will be public.

"This will be the most public yet of my many humiliations."

Also, I should let any one who reads this know that John, my significant, came up with the title of my blog spot. He's sitting in his recliner watching the Sox with our cat Beatrice curled up beside of him and I tell him to give me a good title for my blog. He says something about life in a trailer... something conducive to eye-rolling... and after I stare at him sternly for 10 full seconds he says, "Cat Day Afternoon." See - I knew he could do it.

Any-damn-way, I'm trying to plan a getaway vacation with my chiquita Lynn. Last November she took me to Sedona, AZ. It was too glorious. I'm thinking this year we should do a long weekend retreat. A spa/meditation/hiking/relaxing/renewing adventure for the girls. I've narrowed it down to Colorado, Utah or New Mexico. If anyone out there has any advice and/or info. they're willing to give it would be muchly appreciated.

Book I just finished: "Heart-Shaped Box" by Joe Hill. Totally enjoyed. Passed it on to John and will recommend to my sisters.
Book I just started: "The Old Wine Shades" by Martha Grimes. Not a bad read so far.