A few things that have gotten under my skin this week:
1. The schoolbus driver in front of me who threw out a styrofoam cup out of the driver's window. You know, the huge white ones with a half life of about 668 years? What a great example she is setting for her young charges in her care.
2. The public utility truck and trailer full of who knows what kind of crap that pulls out in front of me on my way to work. This fine city employee couldn't be bothered to drive more than 10 miles an hour. You see, he was already at work. I, however, was trying to get there.....
3. The kind gentleman with whom I occasionally work with whom I offered a cup of coffee. He came back 45 minutes later asking for another. I only have a 4 cup coffee maker, so that killed that pot. But the clincher is that he didn't close the french vanilla creamer all the way, so when I went to shake it vigorously, as is my custom, (I made a 2nd pot), I got it all over God's green acre!
4. My daughter's kindergarten teacher taking her 5th day off since school started in August. Don't you people have like 3 months off in the summer to galavant around?
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
Here is the Little Door
Here is the little door.
Lift up the latch, O lift!
We need not wander
but enter with our gift.
Our gift of finest gold--
Gold that was never bought nor sold.
Myrrh to be strewn about his bed.
Incence in clouds above his head.
All for the child that stirs not in his sleep
But holy slumber holds with ass and sheep.
Bend low about his bed,
for each he has a gift.
See how his eyes awake--
Lift up your hands, O lift!
For gold, he gives a keen-edged sword
(defend with it, thy little Lord).
For incense, smoke of battle red.
Myrrh for the honored, happy dead.
Gifts for His children
Terrible and sweet.
Touched by such tiny hands
and, O, such tiny feet.
G.K. Chesterson
Lift up the latch, O lift!
We need not wander
but enter with our gift.
Our gift of finest gold--
Gold that was never bought nor sold.
Myrrh to be strewn about his bed.
Incence in clouds above his head.
All for the child that stirs not in his sleep
But holy slumber holds with ass and sheep.
Bend low about his bed,
for each he has a gift.
See how his eyes awake--
Lift up your hands, O lift!
For gold, he gives a keen-edged sword
(defend with it, thy little Lord).
For incense, smoke of battle red.
Myrrh for the honored, happy dead.
Gifts for His children
Terrible and sweet.
Touched by such tiny hands
and, O, such tiny feet.
G.K. Chesterson
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Best of Denver
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Midori (violinist) concert
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Friday, July 07, 2006
Sunday, July 02, 2006
New work in progress
Saturday, July 01, 2006
A "Happy Fertilization" Cake?
I was reviewing some cake recipes today, and I came across this. I suppose this is a reason to celebrate...but with a sperm cake?
Monday, June 26, 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Can you spot the bird in this picture?
What IS Enlightenment, anyway?
Here are some excerpts from the latest installment of the magazine that is "redefining spirituality for an evolving world:"
"As the ensuing essay methodologically examines the development of Metallica's lyrical corpus, recognizing and deconstructing tendencies toward artificial generalizations on this level are fundamentally important to opening the way for letting their lyrics speak for themselves, on their own terms, within their own context."
That is one sentence. I must note that this is an excerpt from a book, where the reviewer stated that "this book is afflicted with a common syndrome found in many contemporary academic texts: impenetrable writing." Impenetrable, as well as run-on. Remember, they're writing about Metallica, people!
Next, part of a book about the "deep spiritual and religious impulses in the work of (pop and rock musicians):"
"On those occasions when [Van] Morrison exhausts a lyric, he avails himself of a more elemental brogue, a glossolalia through which he moans, stammers, and wrestles wordlessly, locked in a groove until he finds and awakens what in one staggering track he refers to as the lion inside him."
Glossolalia? Isn't that what one gets when one gets so stoned, they feel the need to pontificate about Van Morrison's lyrics AND simultaneously experiences a wicked dry mouth (and tongue)?
If this is enlightenment, then I'm way off. I probably have many more lifetimes to go!
"As the ensuing essay methodologically examines the development of Metallica's lyrical corpus, recognizing and deconstructing tendencies toward artificial generalizations on this level are fundamentally important to opening the way for letting their lyrics speak for themselves, on their own terms, within their own context."
That is one sentence. I must note that this is an excerpt from a book, where the reviewer stated that "this book is afflicted with a common syndrome found in many contemporary academic texts: impenetrable writing." Impenetrable, as well as run-on. Remember, they're writing about Metallica, people!
Next, part of a book about the "deep spiritual and religious impulses in the work of (pop and rock musicians):"
"On those occasions when [Van] Morrison exhausts a lyric, he avails himself of a more elemental brogue, a glossolalia through which he moans, stammers, and wrestles wordlessly, locked in a groove until he finds and awakens what in one staggering track he refers to as the lion inside him."
Glossolalia? Isn't that what one gets when one gets so stoned, they feel the need to pontificate about Van Morrison's lyrics AND simultaneously experiences a wicked dry mouth (and tongue)?
If this is enlightenment, then I'm way off. I probably have many more lifetimes to go!
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Dough Oxymoron?
Mmmmmm, cowboys!
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Broccoli Salad

Now that it's officially spring, it's time to haul out the spring and summer recipes. Broccoli salad is one of my family's favorites. The fully engaged version calls for bacon, red onion, cheddar, raisins, and of course, broccoli. Here's the salad I made today, with just cheddar and Craisins (instead of raisins). YUM!
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Uniball Signo 207 has "cult" following

I was getting a phone # from a friend when he whipped out his pen to write it down. I asked, "Is that a 207?" I could tell by his smile that he was "in the know" about this fantastic pen. When I bought my first 207, the silver one in the picture with the clear mushy grip, it was immediately siezed by my husband, claiming he needed it for "business." I bought this pen only because it was personally endorsed by Frank W. Abagnale, Jr. (hint--think Leo DiCaprio). My husband has since used up all the ink it it, which I thought was statistically impossible. So I had to get another 207, a black one, and brought home his friends blue and purple. Nothing but compliments on this pen which cost less than $3. My friend says many of his friends have discovered this pen on their own, and swear by it, as we do. So now we're all part of the 207 cult. I have a nice red 207 that has never been used that I have placed in a position of honor upon my family altar.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Sunday Sunday

After my husband & I stayed up til 5am, we had a hard time getting started today. He DJed a wedding and I got together with my friend to bead and shop and eat. "Is there anything more relaxing than going through your beads?" she always says. Above are a couple of bracelets I made. The one on the right is pink quartz.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Spring Training
We're off to NY Yankees spring training in Tampa. Haven't been in a couple of years. Hopefully this is going to be a good year for them.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Godspeed
We're all still reeling from the news of the death of one of our radiologists. He was an avid golfer and actually played earlier in the day before he collapsed. He leaves behind two very young children. He ate well and appeared to be in very good health. So I had a double cheeseburger and fries in his honor.
On a lighter note, I slept in today, too late to take my daughter to preschool (she slept in with me). I guess she can miss a day. Next year she starts kindergarten and will be gone every day, and I'll miss her. I'll also get loads of stuff done before I have to go to work.
On a lighter note, I slept in today, too late to take my daughter to preschool (she slept in with me). I guess she can miss a day. Next year she starts kindergarten and will be gone every day, and I'll miss her. I'll also get loads of stuff done before I have to go to work.
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