Wednesday, December 24, 2008




Happy Holidays to all of my lovelies!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008



The back of Mama's head. This picture is expressly for the female members of my family. Mmm-hmmm. You damn right you should thank me.

Monday, December 22, 2008



I had forgotten how much I love this movie. Every one is so drop dead gorgeous and the setting and scenery are so fine you can nearly taste it.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Have I mentioned the snow? Or that I finally decorated for Christmas? Uh-huh, yeah it consists of one strand of lights, 3 Christmas cards, 8 stockings and and about 4 decorations strung across my sliding glass door. I'd take a picture but really ya'll, it's just down right embarrassing. Even for me, and I usually try to embrace my inner and outer redneck. All I need is garland made out of beer caps.

What I've read: "The Mercy of Thin Air" by Ronlyn Domingue. A lovely book, really.
"Water For Elephants" by Sara Gruen. Also lovely. "Life As We Knew It" by Susan Beth Pfifer. Terrifying. And I finished "Monsters Of Templeton" which I thought I liked but a day after finishing it occurred to me that the main character was a stuck up bitch and her mama was a flake. But it was well told.
So Mama's flight wasn't scheduled to land until 11:30am. But it snowed a foot the night before so we left early to pick her up. Long (and I ain't kidding around when I say long) story short. We arrived at Logan Airport at 10:30am and Mama's plane didn't land until nearly 4pm. But she's here and we're all pretty much stuck inside because it's snowing like all get out. So the following pictures are for all my family and friends who live in the warmer climates. Perhaps later, if I'm feeling brave or drunk I'll take a hike down the drive way and try to capture some more scenic images.

Frickin' Snow




Monday, December 15, 2008

Today I woke up at 10:30am. Was immediately embarrassed by my slothfulness so I (sort of) cleaned out the fridge and vacuumed. It's been freakishly warm. Ten days before Christmas and it's 60. And I have to say, if the weather wanted to stay like this up until April or so I wouldn't be the least bit miffed. Global warming, shmobal warming... I hate wearing coats.

I got a Christmas card from Sherry today so I gave her a call and she called me back and we caught up which is so awesome and makes me feel a lot better about everything. This, my friends, is the reason for the season. To reacquaint ourselves. Home and hearth and togetherness. Warm, fuzzy, bunny kisses and all that shit.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

So it rained for a month of Sundays. Then we lost power for about 8 hours yesterday which suits me just fine except I had to go to Mike and Judy's and shower. Aside from worrying over money and reading all the time and getting excited about Mama visiting, there ain't a whole lot going on. I've told Mama we're going to make a quilt while she's here and she started with the list of things we're gonna need. Should keep us busy. Tonight I made a chocolate bread pudding. My grandmama would've been proud.

What I'm reading: "The Monsters of Templeton" by Lauren Groff. Good stuff. Tried reading a couple of the books that were recommended by "library thing" and Amazon. Frankly, they sucked. Perhaps it's just not the right time. And earlier this afternoon I went to the Dollar Tree and found new copies of "Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell" by Susanna Clarke in hardback for one measly dollar. Sha-Sha!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Things I want to learn how to do:

1) Play "What Child Is This" on the guitar.
2) Knit a scarf.
3) Sew a quilt.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Here come Mama! We finally wore her down and I made sure I conversated with her last night right around her happy pill time. You can talk Mama into just about anything then. Actually, you can talk Mama into anything most any old time. That's one of her glorious qualities. So she's flying into Boston December 20 and she'll be here for a little over 2 weeks. And I'm most excited about it because A) She hasn't been up here in over a year, closer to two, and 2) This will be the first time I've had any significant time off while she's visiting, and D) She'll be meeting her grandkitties for the first time!

I've gone through all of my old sneakers and boots and have finally found that my Salomon hikers are the only ones that are semi-comfortable. Which is cool because I never wear them so it's like having a brand new pair of shoes... plus, they're red. Saw Dr. Scanlon this morning and he said my foot is still somewhat swollen but it's healing nicely. He also said it's probably smart of me to stay out the entire allotted time out because if I go back to work too soon I might end up chewing my foot off.

After the doctor we went to Thompson and put Christmas flowers on John's Aunt Emily's grave. Then we rode by the house his Aunt owned. The house that could have potentially been John's. It's a tiny house, but it's so freaking adorable and there's a little brook on the property with a New Englandy stone wall. Every time we go by it I make John explain to me again why they had to sell it and then I show him where I would have put my vegetable garden and my fruit trees and then I pout and sulk for 30 seconds. It's a little tradition we have.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

When I took those pictures I thought they were cat prints. Now I'm not so certain.
I forgot it was supposed to snow last night so when I woke up this morning I was all WTF? The cats are acting like it's Mardi Gras and our roof is Bourbon St.

We ventured out earlier and I hobbled around the grocery store cussing under my breath and trying not to break out into a cold sweat. Yeah, shoes hurt that much. Made green beans and meatballs and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and am now thanking the clothing gods for the invention of elastic waist bands.

Mama may (heh) come up for Christmas. She called last night and asked me to look up airfare. Before that she went off onto to some tangent about a friend of hers whose husband is a man of somewhat standing in their community and how he takes anti-depressants but her friend *whispers* about it when it's discussed. Mama said she doesn't understand why the hell she whispers. "Why doesn't she want anyone to know?" she asks me. So I'm trying to explain to her that for a lot of people, medical issues are a very private matter. Particularly mental health issues. So then Mama's all, "Well I take them and I don't care who knows." And I'm 7 states away, rolling my eyes when I remember that I've publicly blogged all about my sprained brain. So I changed the subject. These oatmeal chocolate chip cookies are the best I've ever made. See how easy that was.

Finished reading "Mystic River" yesterday. John and I saw the movie in the theater when it came out and I remember we both agreed that it was really good, but the ending was so cold and just... wrong. Now, after reading the book, I'm realizing that the story is Dave Boyle's frickin' story and Clint Eastwood gave it to Sean Penn. And Sean Penn did a kick-ass job. But Tim Robbins won the Oscar, people and even THAT isn't justification for taking the story away from Dave Boyle. What I'm saying is... the book was better than the movie.

Reading Dennis Lehane's "Shutter Island" now.

First Snow


Friday, December 5, 2008

Last year I read "Field of Darkness" by Cornelia Read and afterward I posted a review on Amazon. So this morning I'm putzing around online and I'm checking out my Amazon profile and guess who asked me to be their friend? Guess who liked my review of her book and asked ME to be HER friend? Oh hells yeah. Cornelia Read. So I pretty much thought I was the coolest girl at the lunch table for the rest of the day.

Other than that. I'm wearing the same clothes I went to bed in last night. Mama told me the other day that she has to wear socks to bed every night and I'm like, yeah, me too. Then she says she can't stand for the toes of the socks to be too snug. Yeah, me neither. And how her favorite socks to wear are the ones they give you in the hospital, the ones with the little rubber nubs on the soles and how she doesn't even care if they match or not because they're so comfortable and in fact, at that moment she was wearing one grey one and one brown one. And I swear to God I'm not shitting you when I say that at that same moment I was wearing one grey nubby sock and one brown nubby sock. Like grim death. That's how tightly I'm hanging on to my denial.

Thursday, December 4, 2008



That's me in the mirror. With my suhster-girls in Savannah. I so heart them.
Okay class, today's blog lesson is about connectedness. Which may or may not be a word... So John and I are talking about our friends and acquaintances and people who cross our paths and I'm telling him about the beauty of blogs and polyvore. How they allow me to feel connected to folks that are of the same mind frame as I/me am. The truth of the matter is I grew up in, what was at the time, a really small town. I love it today, but back then I hated the dirt out of it. And though I tend to get along really well with just about everyone, I've always felt a little left of center. I was "that baby girl of Bobby and Carolyn's. The one that likes to read and dresses kind of funny." Fast forward 20 years and I'm still a bit of an odd duckling. But I've learned to embrace it and I'd like to think that instead of coming across as off-putting, my qualities are now found endearing. That being said, the invention of the Internet is a wonderful thing for oddballs who grow up in tiny little hick towns. In these vapid-ass, silly-ass times, it's important to feel connected to other truth-dwellers, folks out there living their lives with a purpose and with joy. It's encouraging, ya'll.

Two cats...maybe tree.



Wednesday, December 3, 2008

So our nasty hateful granny cat is home! And if you'll check out the pictures below, you can see that she has reclaimed her throne beneath the bed and has also regained her appetite. Beatrice is a right foul little git. I've had her since I was 20. I picked her out of the litter before her eyes were even open and the day I took her home she fit in the palm of my hand and I cried. For the next year we were each others only companions. She is my familiar and an extension of my soul. Once, my mama visited a psychic (Angela Moore- there's a link in my good stuff column) and when mama asked about me, Angela said I had a cat with a terrible disposition and that she had been with me through several lives. John said he's pretty sure one of those lives involved me and Bea swinging from the end of a rope. Which, as it turns out, is pretty ironic, because they did hang 5 women in Salem on my date of birth in 1692. What the hell am I rambling about? Dunno. Point is, Bea's home.

John and I grabbed a few groceries earlier. I wore Nikes and by the time I hobbled back to the car I was ready to gnaw my foot off. Came home and cleaned. Picked up Bea. Baked cookies for the folks at the vet hospital because they've been extra good to us, ate left over potato soup and more than my share of cookies and here I am now. Again.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Since being out of work I've discovered Quaker Oatmeal Squares cereal. I'm not really a big cereal fan. John, on the other hand, is perpetually in the middle of like 5 different boxes. A few days ago he brought me a bowl of the Quaker and damn, Sam. They're really good. Especially with some chopped pecans and warm milk. I even went so far as to e-mail Quaker and kiss their collective asses. They sent a very lovely response.

What else? Bea's back at the vet's office for the night. She hasn't eaten in two days and she won't keep her Clavamox down. Dr. Norris said she has a fever and she's giving Bea some high powered antibiotics and fluids and keeping her over night.

We came home, I took a Xanax, made a potato soup, called my Mama, stubbed my already aching toe, tried not to have a hissy fit and sat in the recliner with Lenny wrapped around my chest.
I showed John the pictures of my foot that I've posted on here and he said he's pretty sure there's some guy in Idaho living in his mother's basement who's downloaded all of them.

Well Boom-chicka-wow.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Yeah, it looks like shite but it's healing up pretty nicely. Before Dr. Scanlon removed the bandages he told me that it was, and I quote, "A big Fuckin' bump." Like a lot bigger than he had anticipated. He said even his scrub nurse commented on it. Which in a sick way validates my pain. Because since I've been contemplating having this surgery everyone else with bunions has felt obligated to show me their feet. And every single one of them has had a worse looking bump than me. So I'm out of work for at least another week. I'm a hurtin' ass unit. The big toe is still partially numb and it's all bruising now, but since the bandage is off I can already feel a difference in the way I walk. Before I thought much of my problem was my arch being so high, now I'm thinking it was that evil twin growing out of my hoof.

The Unveiling