Sep 27, 2006 at 4:51 PM

It's harvest time here. Beautiful morning dew chills the air, fog drifts in each morning, and then suddenly it all lifts to remind us that the nice summer weather is not quite gone yet. The apples are plucked from the trees, the pears are all gone (predatory creatures ate most of them this year - including my step-mom), and there remain thousands of apples to be picked.

Marie (the aforementioned step-mom) made the most amazing apple-ginger sauce which we poured over ice cream (in my case, over sugar-free ice cream) and all ooohed and aaahed over it. It was amazing.

If these kinds of things are the reward for giving up city life, then I'm glad.

I have been taking horse back riding lessons lately. Training in the roundpen and loose saddles and sore legs are worth it when you have reached the top of a hill and can see the entire universe from atop your horse.

I am discovering the joys of being a country girl. I miss those of you that are far away, but I can't help but revel in the beauty that surrounds me here.

TV Extravaganza

Sep 22, 2006 at 6:02 PM

According to the Nielsen Media Research Group, there are 2.7 TVs per household. That sounds about right. Usually there is a little one in the kids room, a big one in the livingroom, and the one that the big one replaced is either thrown out or moved to the master bedroom. For everyone like me who has only one TV, there are also people with a few extra TVs in the bathroom, the car, the kitchen, or other odd places.

The funny part of this is that there are only 2.55 people per household. TVs now outnumber Americans for the first time ever. I find that amazing. Positively ridiculous.

I don't even get channels on my TV; I just use it to watch movies. I wonder if that also means there are people who sign up for every conceivable cable and satellite TV option (to make up for people like me) and then religiously watch every one of their 80 shows pre week, TIVO-ing those that come on after they've dragged their inflow-only butts to bed at night (to make up for people like me).

What a life. I'm so glad it's not mine.


Be Jackson Pollock...

Sep 18, 2006 at 8:16 PM
But without exposure to all those toxic chemicals from solvents and car paints and such that he used:

Go here, start clicking.

Latest Work

Sep 16, 2006 at 12:42 AM

Here's my latest oil pastel.

It's called "Closed Nude"

Going Places

Sep 14, 2006 at 8:16 PM
I've booked a trip to Tampa for the 28th of October. Still no return date because I'm trying to work out how much I can fit in in how much time, who I'm staying with, who I can borrow the car of, whether I can work long distance, etc.

Can't WAIT to see my sisters, mom, grandma, friends, etc.

In case I ever go missing

Sep 3, 2006 at 6:21 PM
In case I ever go missing, I want all of my family and friends to know some things:

1. I would never ever leave my children purposefully. I would never ever go anywhere (for more than just a night out) without telling someone where to reach me. I don't travel without my kids unless they're staying with their dad. When I do travel, I use my AMEX for everything. I would be very easy to trace. I value the people I love too much to not communicate to atleast one of them regularly.

2. I have never considered suicide and I can't imagine a situation in which I would. I have already been through tough times and I am generally too optimistic about life to even consider it. Besides, as someone who believes to the core in reincarnation and carma, what good would it do? I know suicide survivors, and I would never put them through that. I would never do that to any of my family. Ever. (Even if my world fell apart. I look to my family when my world falls apart.)

3. Here is what my jewelry looks like. I wear the locket constantly, the flower is white marble with a grey streak, and was a gift from my step-mom, the ring is a gift from my mom (platinum with two hearts with pink stones in them that swoop past each other) and the black hematite magnet bracelet I bought because I have a mild case of carpal tunnel that it seems to help.

4. My best dental records are with Dr. Charlie in Clearwater. I haven't done anything to my teeth since I saw him.

Why the depressing subject matter? What gives? No reason in particular, nothing seems to be awry, but this is a "just in case". I once heard that the authorites will start looking for you much faster if you've made a statement like this in the past, or they can verify that you're not a person given to sudden urges to wander free.

My first line of defense is my gun, my second my wits and my third is my self defense training - which is sorely out of date. If all of those were ever to fail me, I would be vastly reassured if I knew that I would be being looked for by the best in a hurry, and that my family wasn't wondering if I just "took off", because I would desperately need your postulates of coming back safely.

Sorry to be such a downer, but this kind of thing can't be prepared for enough.


at 5:37 PM
Sorry so long without blogging.

I have not been feeling good about my body for a bit now. I remember the exact moment last week when I decided to start doing something about it. I felt poorly, exhausted a lot, and I was out doing my food shopping. I looked at the magazine in the rack beside my line. It had a picture of Nicole Ritchie, whom I couldn't really care less about, and her eating disorder woes. Beside it was her weight, and they were worried about her at 82 pounds. She weighed exactly half what I did that day. HALF. It follows that if a woman could weigh half what I do and be at the extreme end of thin, I must conversely be at the extreme end of chubby. Even taking height into account, the difference was too extreme to mean I am at an okay weight. No longer merely "a little padded" I suddenly realized that I tottering my way closer every day toward the fate of looking like the "before" picture that is inevitably on the back page of every fashion magazine.

I took half the contents of my cart and put them back on the shelves. No chips, no pudding, no milk.

I don't want to be chubby. I love the outdoors, I love exercise, and I love being graceful. You can't be graceful as easily when you're overweight.

That was last week. I took a good look in the mirror and realized that I couldn't see the lines of my muscles as easily anymore. Mostly just long, flat, smooth planes of roundedness. I like feeling FIT, and hadn't realized (no mirrors in my house) how far south I'd gone from what I thought I was like. I got morose about it, and then quickly transitioned to being a woman on a mission. I've lost 9 pounds already from eating very well (never forgetting a meal time or ignoring hunger), cutting out all sugar of any kind, all dairy (which I am allergic to anyway) and non-vegetable carbs, and from strengthening my daily exercise to thrice daily (ten or 15 minutes at a time max).

I feel very good, too. The biggest side effect of eating well, better than losing weight, is the raised energy levels. Yum. And my mood swings disappear.

Hopefully, within a few months, I can look more like the me I want to be. I'll keep you posted. I certainly don't plan to obsess about food or start trying to learn how to throw up, but I do intend to get back to where I feel healthiest and most attractive, which is around 130 pounds.

Sorry to bore you with my weight issues, but that's the post. I've been focusing on DOING things lately, so I forgot all about you, my audience of good friends.