Life, Family

  1. People Change

    People can change. I often hear and read others claim that people can't change: a zebra doesn't change its stripes; a leopard doesn't change its spots. This is false. I know. Because if even one person can change, it renders that statement invalid. I am that one person. Ten years ago I was sixty-seven pounds. Not dead; certainly not living. I was in the deepest throes of full-blown depression and anorexia. All my energy was spent surviving—barely—to be a good enough mom to my son. I...
  2. Just Picked

    Penelope and Sid look like little Christmas trees with bright red bulbs. Yesterday afternoon... Just picked these this morning... There are still dozens yet to ripen on the plants. So far I have harvested eleven pounds of tomatoes. Not too shabby. I am so happy and excited that my parents will get to taste some when they visit next week.
  3. An Iron Fist Inside a Velvet Glove

    See Part II. Hand In Glove—Leslie—does the world revolve around you, my dear? Are all of my blog posts about you? Are ANY of them about you? Do you think you mean that much to me? You don't. And even though you seem to think I have been talking about you in my blog, I have not. All my posts, in fact, are about other people—people I DO interact with on the forums. You are invisible in the forums. You hardly post. You are a non-entity. You have no positive impact or negative one. That you...
  4. If You Were Brilliant Could I Love You?

    *Update 5/16/2011: This post was kind of experimental in nature. It was meant to be raw and cathartic. Not sure how successful I was. It is also a companion piece, meant to be read along with my prior post If I Get a Lobotomy Will You Love Me? So often, when we write--especially me, we check for spelling, grammar, and content. And we censor ourselves. It was risky putting my thoughts out there regarding relationships. I feel naked. But I also feel relieved. End of update* When I was...
  5. The Boy Can Dance

    A lot of men can't dance—either because they are uncoordinated or self-conscious. Or both. Some do dance but not very well. They are stiff and/or unoriginal. But hey, more power to them—at least they are out there trying. Then there are professional dancers who are highly skilled athletes. But that gets old after a while as it looks so choreographed. Then there are the naturals. These guys got the moves. They shake and groove effortlessly—like butterflies fluttering across the sky. Billy...
  6. Not So Secret Garden

    Penelope and Siddhartha ~ Sid for short because he is... I have two tomato plants which I transplanted into containers to grow on my porch this past July. Very late in the season—a risk. It was an impulsive thing—to start a tomato garden this year. I was inspired by a new friend of mine who is a master gardener/scientist. But so far things have been running smoothly. I named them Siddhartha and Penelope. Siddhartha—because he looks like a compact Buddha sitting all stoically in a green...
  7. Dogs Bite

    It is no secret that I hate dogs. I mean really hate them. I'd never purposely be cruel to a mild-mannered dog. But I certainly wouldn't go out of my way to be kind to one or make any effort to save one from, say, drowning. I honestly don't know anyone who likes them less. Would I watch my parents dog if there were an emergency? Yes. That is the kind of sacrifice one makes for the people he or she loves. One of the reasons I detest this type of animal is because they are dangerous. Not...
  8. The Girl with a Thorn in Her Side

    This post is long over due. It is my blog, so I can say what I wish. And I wish to say what is on my mind regarding my relationship with CrystalGeezer (CG from here out.) I don't know if there is such a thing as yin and yang. But if there is, then it manifests in these forums. If CG is the yang, I am the yin. And vice versa. They say opposites attract. But they also repel--think two magnets. We are opposite in so many crucial ways. It really is a dichotomy in personality. She IS a...
  9. Cuyahoga

    Before Sedona, there was Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio. The Cuyahoga River runs through my old city. Below are some pics of my son and I at the Gorge Metro Park in Cuyahoga Falls. It was practically in my back yard. I miss a lot of things about Ohio. But honestly, I don't miss shoveling snow. Cuyahoga by R.E.M. is about my old river. Let's put our heads together and start a new country up Our father's father's father tried, erased the parts he didn't like Let's try to fill it in, bank the quarry...
  10. Brain Drain July

    **7/21/12 ~ Update at bottom of post... *7/10/12 ~Update near bottom of post... Just as the temperatures outside reach their highs, my cultural pursuits hit all-time lows. Can it get any worse than consuming all three books in the Fifty Shades of Grey series in less than a week’s time? And if that weren’t enough, to continue the obsession by blogging about the books—twice—as if I hadn’t already spent enough time reading the texts? There was the artwork—the painting of Christian Grey....
  11. What a Crock

    Okay, by now, you must be sick of all the OKCupid stuff. So I am talking about that site, yet again, with some trepidation. It may be the last time. But I can't make any promises. Here it is. I just got an email from the site informing me that... you might want to sit down for this... You read that correctly. It has been determined that I am now considered to be an attractive member. And thus will now be matched with other 'attractive' members. No more Doms, Bens, or dogs? Just good...
  12. Contact

    *Update ~ August 14, 2011: I've had a change of heart. I am confronting my past head-on. Anyone who wants to find me and befriend me on facebook is welcome! Come one, come all! When I was ten years old I was a wonderful best friend. I was attentive, engaging, loyal, fun, enthusiastic, curious, and kind. Then I moved out of state. I lost some of those qualities. Then I moved again, and again, and again. Twenty or thirty, maybe forty more times. Each time I said goodbye to all my...
  13. Everyday Choices

    Today is the tenth day in a row that I will have worked. Haven't had a day off since two Tuesdays ago. And will work through the weekend as well. I could have taken off yesterday. But I chose to work instead. I am enjoying staying busy. It keeps me out of trouble. Sort of. Well, I do have far less time to chat or fight online. Of course, I have still managed to find time to do a little of both of those things. But the busier I stay IRL, the less cyber life matters. Plus there are some...
  14. Last Harvest

    Last night the temperature here dropped below the freezing point. I covered Penny and Sid but they were not looking so good this morning. So, I picked their remaining tomatoes. I will attempt to ripen them in paper bags on the counter. If that fails, I will be scourging the Net for green tomato recipes. Total harvest from two plants this season: 28 lbs. Not too shabby. :) Update December 1: Tomatoes are all ripening. No need to hunt down green tomato recipes.
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