How spoiled I was this year! Oh my goodness, you'd think I won a Nobel Peace prize or something!
My Grandparents in WA sent the always most appreciated cashola gift, cuz I am perpetually without cash (though that is getting better) and they always help so much, bless their hearts.
My Aunty MB sent me some glorious homemade candles that smell absolutely sinful, a very interesting looking book that C recognized immediately and thought I would enjoy it tremendously. AND...in a small, neatly wrapped little package....a precious goddess candle that I put in my pocket and kept with me the whole day after I opened it.
My Aunt Marcy sent me a lovely handmade scarf, very soft and made with love, of course! Oh yeas.....and fudge of course! Delish!
Mary-Momma spoiled me rotten as usual with all sorts of comforting things. Soft purple pajama's that make me feel like a princess, fuzzy white slippers, lotions and potions...a new book that looks uber interesting and this really cool pen. Once Chance gets out of my 'office' space and gets into his own, I'm going to have room to make that desk MINE and the pen...will be there...and not touched by anyone cuz it's really neat and it's MINE. I don't like to share sometimes;( Sorry everyone. Oh oh and some very generous gift certificates to go buy myself some more updated clothing and finally, some other new unmentionables that I've needed FOREVER!
Gayle & Jeff gave me these two cute hoodies, one is blue and very soft and has butterflies and neat spritey things all over it...and the other is DKNY...which is always cooooozy! Smelly good candle, I love it...that goes in our room, my side of the bed (wink) and some fun flavored oils to use in the kitchen. And Jeff's mom sent over a lovely Christmas bouquet with roses and other pretty things. Aw, so sweet.
Chance spoiled me terribly. Guess what he got for me? He's getting me a membership to our local rec center, with 3 visits with a personal trainer! AND AND AND.....he's going to have someone come clean the house for us once a week for a while to help me get on top of things....but mostly, so I can not worry as much about what needs to be done around the house....and work on MYSELF! What a guy:) Course, it ultimately benefits him as well cuz a healthy Mango is a happy Mango...not to mention a hotter Mango:) C also got me some fun items for my car, a beautiful (and very gothy, my fav!) necklace and earrings, and a Tibetan style candle holder...with very scrumptious earthy type candles. He did very good this year and I am proud of him for all the effort he made.
Good job C!
Max wasn't able to go shopping due to the snow...oh yes, the snow. Pretty much jacked up all of our plans and sort of made the whole thing chaotic. I have a zillion phone calls/emails to return to family and friends...sorry to my GramE & Aunty MB, Crystal and RoseBud...and Sandy...and so on. I'll catch up. I'm pretty behind at work b/c of the snow so this week promises to be hectic. I'll do the best I can.
Oh yes and Maxter...well the kid made out like a bandit...I'll post pictures of his glee:)
Am not one to support the commercialism and insane consumerism that goes on during the Holidays...but I will say this, it is fun to be thought of and for the people in my life to be so giving to me and my family. We are truly blessed!
Peace.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
It's A Blizzard!
In case any of you are wondering, it's freaking snowing in mass quantities here. I've seen storms like this before here, but this one is pretty nasty. We have about a foot, maybe 14-15 inches since 8 AM this morning and they are saying another foot. The entire city is pretty much shut down, work is already cancelled tomorrow (except I was 'lucky' enough to get a laptop, so I still have to work from home, ah well...makes brownie points with the boss/client) and Max/Chance are also definately off tomorrow.
So, Max gets an extended Holiday break because he was scheduled off on Friday anyway...so as you can imagine, he's pretty friggin happy!
Chance made me a lovely meal, so delicious...he's such a good cook! I got some work done today, but not as much as I'd like.
So, we ar well stocked - warm, safe and with power at the moment. Time to hunker in and hope our luck holds out on the power!
Love you all!
PS: Aunty...I am glad you went to the doc, take care.
PPS: GramE, got your email...will write more soon.
PPPS: MG, we are making peanut butter cookies tonight with free range eggs and organic milk, so I'm feeling better about eating sweets.
Peace
s
So, Max gets an extended Holiday break because he was scheduled off on Friday anyway...so as you can imagine, he's pretty friggin happy!
Chance made me a lovely meal, so delicious...he's such a good cook! I got some work done today, but not as much as I'd like.
So, we ar well stocked - warm, safe and with power at the moment. Time to hunker in and hope our luck holds out on the power!
Love you all!
PS: Aunty...I am glad you went to the doc, take care.
PPS: GramE, got your email...will write more soon.
PPPS: MG, we are making peanut butter cookies tonight with free range eggs and organic milk, so I'm feeling better about eating sweets.
Peace
s
Monday, December 18, 2006
Today...I eat chocolate...
Why? Because I like chocolate. It's very tasty and like all things (I am finally learning) it is even better in moderation. A little bit here and there goes a long way, no?
I am particularly fond of 3 Musketeer bars...the are 1/3 less fattening than REGULAR candy bars (ha, like it matters...once your chowing down on a candy bar....the calories are a moot point over all) and is made with a dark chocolatey coating and some sort of fluffy center. I probably don't want to know what that stuff is in the middle. It's probably made out of kitten whiskers or something awful I would never knowingly condone.
The amount of food, products and processes in our culture that are reliant in a destructive way upon the Earth and it's life forms is staggering. I can't read any more PETA, I can't even read the labels of food because I find all descriptions of things that sound strangely chemical or tortuously like another name for kitten whiskers.
Why can't I just have some chocolate with no strangeness in it? I don't want to spend $ on things that are going to contribute to the destructiveness, I just want a piece of damn chocolate. MINUS THE KITTEN WHISKERS please! Minus any animal byproduct...PLEASE!
I am not comfortable with being a carnivore, at all...I hate that it will get snuck in on me in the most random places. Sure, if you buy a candy bar...it's probably got MILK or EGGS or some other dairy product....thus PUS MILK....but, there are chocolates out there that use soy and I can deal with that, if you can find them. argh.
My frustration is....I am only one person, I cannot be held accountable for all the woes and mysteries of the world...even though my other personality would tell you I definitely AM accountable for everything I do that in any way impacts the Earth or another life form. Of course I am. And sometimes, when I am feeling impulsive...that sort of sucks b/c it makes me question my chocolate, glare at all that chocolatey goodness and wonder who it's mother was. MOOOOOO.
~ sigh ~
When did chocolate become my enemy? When did we become the Earth's enemy? :(
There's my rant for the day.....
I am particularly fond of 3 Musketeer bars...the are 1/3 less fattening than REGULAR candy bars (ha, like it matters...once your chowing down on a candy bar....the calories are a moot point over all) and is made with a dark chocolatey coating and some sort of fluffy center. I probably don't want to know what that stuff is in the middle. It's probably made out of kitten whiskers or something awful I would never knowingly condone.
The amount of food, products and processes in our culture that are reliant in a destructive way upon the Earth and it's life forms is staggering. I can't read any more PETA, I can't even read the labels of food because I find all descriptions of things that sound strangely chemical or tortuously like another name for kitten whiskers.
Why can't I just have some chocolate with no strangeness in it? I don't want to spend $ on things that are going to contribute to the destructiveness, I just want a piece of damn chocolate. MINUS THE KITTEN WHISKERS please! Minus any animal byproduct...PLEASE!
I am not comfortable with being a carnivore, at all...I hate that it will get snuck in on me in the most random places. Sure, if you buy a candy bar...it's probably got MILK or EGGS or some other dairy product....thus PUS MILK....but, there are chocolates out there that use soy and I can deal with that, if you can find them. argh.
My frustration is....I am only one person, I cannot be held accountable for all the woes and mysteries of the world...even though my other personality would tell you I definitely AM accountable for everything I do that in any way impacts the Earth or another life form. Of course I am. And sometimes, when I am feeling impulsive...that sort of sucks b/c it makes me question my chocolate, glare at all that chocolatey goodness and wonder who it's mother was. MOOOOOO.
~ sigh ~
When did chocolate become my enemy? When did we become the Earth's enemy? :(
There's my rant for the day.....
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Snapplefish
Because my poor Aunty has been down with the flu bug and she's always asking for more pics, I thought I'd get some of what we have up on SnapFish.com to help her feel better.
Hope you are feeling better Aunty, Look...I'm a good little sh*t :)
http://www1.snapfish.com/photolibrary/t_=13695325
I love you all, peace...
S
PS: I will post more of Mj as they become available, he's kinda hard to pin down.
Hope you are feeling better Aunty, Look...I'm a good little sh*t :)
http://www1.snapfish.com/photolibrary/t_=13695325
I love you all, peace...
S
PS: I will post more of Mj as they become available, he's kinda hard to pin down.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Dear Dogs and Cats,
Dear Dogs and Cats,
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Don't think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking your tails straight out and having your tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years ---- canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.
The proper order is to kiss me, THEN go smell the other dog's or cat's butts. I cannot stress this enough. To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
RULES FOR NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:
1. They live here, you don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur"niture).
3. I like my pets better than I like most people.
4. To you it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted
son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
Dogs and cats are better than some kids........ they eat less, don't ask
for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never
drive your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends, don't smoke or
drink, don't worry about having to buy the latest fashions, don't wear
your clothes, and don't need a gazillion dollars for college and if
they get pregnant, you can sell the children.
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Don't think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking your tails straight out and having your tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years ---- canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.
The proper order is to kiss me, THEN go smell the other dog's or cat's butts. I cannot stress this enough. To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
RULES FOR NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:
1. They live here, you don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur"niture).
3. I like my pets better than I like most people.
4. To you it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted
son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
Dogs and cats are better than some kids........ they eat less, don't ask
for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never
drive your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends, don't smoke or
drink, don't worry about having to buy the latest fashions, don't wear
your clothes, and don't need a gazillion dollars for college and if
they get pregnant, you can sell the children.
It's 12/12/2006 And....
- Cynthia McKinney has submitted a bill to impeach President Bush!
- The House & Senate will have a whole new set of cast members in a matter of weeks.
- My Mary will be off her feet for a while, so I want to be available to her as much as possible. I'm not sure what to make them for dinner, maybe something Mexicanish.
- Chance's Mom will be in town on Friday, 12/15/2006 and we have lots of plans to spend time with her.
- Max will be out of school for almost 3 full weeks on 12/22/2006.
- I am off work 12/22/2006 - 12/25/2006 (maybe 26th if I can swing it.)
- Chance and I are both freaking swamped at work
- Chance is done with school this Friday, 12/15/2006 (Pulling A's we are certain!)
- Kasha is settling into her routine nicely, though I think we have to work more with Max about patience when walking the wee pee pee dog.
- Gaia and Pumpkin are slower to adjust, but they are trying. Gaia just waits for Kasha to walk by so she can bat at her in that cute ways that cats do and Pumpkin spends ALOT of time being verbal about her discomfort with the situation. But, it's getting better.
- Peck will be here from 12/17/2006 - 12/27/2006 and I am hoping desperately to get her to my house for a bit, I want to hug the preggers belly.
- I haven't talked to one of my best friends in months and we both have too much going on (Sorry Crys)
- I had a very eventful weekend this past weekend in which I met a major milestone, one I hope to continue and can only bring good things into my life.
- My Aunt Marcy sent me some scrumptious treats, I sent the fudge with Max to school b/c I can eat WAY to much fudge in one sitting.
- My Aunty Marty Beth sent me a package of unkown wonders as I always wait until Christmas to open my gifts, I love getting packages from my family. They are soo good to me.
- I, however, am terrible at sending cards or anything for that matter through the mail. BAD BAD BAD Sarah.
- I miss my family. Osmosis should allow for more frequent visits, right?
- Max dropped band and is now in drama club, hrm....shy boys in drama? Well, we'll see I suppose. Long story, bad teacher/student repoire. I am not happy about the transition, but I see Max's point. His new band teacher is a total goober.
- Kristen's Mom is almost done with radiation, finally. I will be so happy when she's done with all this and life can get back to normal.
- I am dreaming in the most lucid and vivid manner, it's quite alarming in some ways. I wake up and think I am somewhere else, and then there's Chance and Kasha and my favorite flannel sheets, and life is good. My body and mind are dueling out some demons I suspect.
- I have way to much house work to do, I still haven't gotten my holiday decorations up AND my basement is still a disaster. But, things are coming with time.
- Solstice & Yule are also rapidly approaching (thank Goddess I have that night off!) and I have some idea's on how to share it with Max.
- Doh, I have to go. If you haven't heard from me, I am sorry. I love you all so very much and you are always in my thoughts.
Peace.
PS: I am thinking of a number between 20 and 1228.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
If Anyone Is Interested...
I have a 14 year old know it all, arrogant and arbitrarily defiant teen age boy up for loan. Any hard labor...painting, cleaning, window washing, car washing, dog walking, lawn mowing or heavy lifting...he's yer man! If you enjoy unsolicited smart-aleck remarks, selective hearing and/or behavior that very similarly reflect Tourettes Syndrome, have I got a treat for you!
Come one, come all....I'm loaning him out cheap, only $5/hour. Well below the minimum wage. Actually, if you are interested, I am open to paying YOU to put his butt to work so I can have 2 hours of silence. You can't keep him though. He has a loving family and home, it's just that occasionally you see, he really just needs a good kick in the ass from someone that isn't me!
~ ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR ~
Mom needs a time out. Smoking again seems appealing. Breathe. Breathe.
And if anyone is planning on giving me the whole 'this is normal teenager' behavior talk, that's great, thank you...I do appreciate it...but it doesn't make me want to duct tape him to his bed any less. I'm trying t have a sense of humor, don't take my threats of physical punishment serious...I haven't laid a hand on that kid for disciplinary purposes since he was like 7 or 8 when I had to physically pick him up in the middle of a fit and put him in his bedroom on a time out and I left him there to throw his fit. Which was met with the WORST fit ever, and then by the WORST look a kid could ever give a Mom - like I had mortally wounded him (more like his feelings/pride I'm sure) for life and was the truest definition of abominable mother. He screamed and screamed at me for being a 'mean Mom' for a good 20 minutes and then I caved and went to cuddle him because he was crying himself hoarse. My attempts to physically control him only left him feeling more vulnerable and terrified, what choice did I have? Even big tough guys who have to be physically removed from the scene need their mommies right?
Freaking kid. I hope he remembers that when he's older.
Trust me, wringing his little neck has crossed my mind once or twice. But I breathe and think of why I practice a non-violent approach to all living things. Luckily, he wasn't raised in my family where spankings were the norm until you got bigger than your Mom and then it no longer worked as well.
Breathe.
Ok, now I am going to home where I will be the perfect picture of patience and use all my good mommying skills I have learned. And NOT duct tape him to the bed.
Wish me luck. And him too, he might need it.
Come one, come all....I'm loaning him out cheap, only $5/hour. Well below the minimum wage. Actually, if you are interested, I am open to paying YOU to put his butt to work so I can have 2 hours of silence. You can't keep him though. He has a loving family and home, it's just that occasionally you see, he really just needs a good kick in the ass from someone that isn't me!
~ ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR ~
Mom needs a time out. Smoking again seems appealing. Breathe. Breathe.
And if anyone is planning on giving me the whole 'this is normal teenager' behavior talk, that's great, thank you...I do appreciate it...but it doesn't make me want to duct tape him to his bed any less. I'm trying t have a sense of humor, don't take my threats of physical punishment serious...I haven't laid a hand on that kid for disciplinary purposes since he was like 7 or 8 when I had to physically pick him up in the middle of a fit and put him in his bedroom on a time out and I left him there to throw his fit. Which was met with the WORST fit ever, and then by the WORST look a kid could ever give a Mom - like I had mortally wounded him (more like his feelings/pride I'm sure) for life and was the truest definition of abominable mother. He screamed and screamed at me for being a 'mean Mom' for a good 20 minutes and then I caved and went to cuddle him because he was crying himself hoarse. My attempts to physically control him only left him feeling more vulnerable and terrified, what choice did I have? Even big tough guys who have to be physically removed from the scene need their mommies right?
Freaking kid. I hope he remembers that when he's older.
Trust me, wringing his little neck has crossed my mind once or twice. But I breathe and think of why I practice a non-violent approach to all living things. Luckily, he wasn't raised in my family where spankings were the norm until you got bigger than your Mom and then it no longer worked as well.
Breathe.
Ok, now I am going to home where I will be the perfect picture of patience and use all my good mommying skills I have learned. And NOT duct tape him to the bed.
Wish me luck. And him too, he might need it.
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