Neighbor: "So, you guys had quite the party last night, huh?" Me: "Umm. . . no. But Amy and Adam came over for dinner." =D Seriously. The noise level when my four offspring are in the same room is Off. The. Charts. I pretend to be upset. "You're all just sooo NOISY." They get louder and totally ignore me because ...
Archives for September 2007
Meat. It’s what’s for dinner.
Eric is still singing my praises (loudly!) over this one.It's a type of barbecued steak with a tasty (seriously tasty!) sauce. "Churrasco Estilo Cubano con Chimichurri" - posted today over at Babalú. I'm just going to kick back and enjoy those praises. Don't try to stop me. In fact, he liked it so much he asked if we could please put this ...
El Cocotaso – or how a blow to the head forever altered my identity
When I was born, my parents didn't name me immediately. Okay, I reason, I was the youngest of six and they were just a little tired and feeling uncreative. Could happen. But then, I argue, they had NINE WHOLE MONTHS to give this issue more than a passing thought. I'm not bitter, or anything. I just keep wondering, "what were they thinking??" I ...
A date with Dad
WARNING: Some serious bragging ahead! =D She taught herself to play. She was playing so well, that we finally got a piano teacher to help hone her skills.And she practices everyday.Without me having to remind her. I take NO credit for this kind of discipline.Because I am the messy, flaky kind of artist. ;-) I really need to just sit down one day ...
Out of the comfort zone. . .
I was in Salt Lake City, Utah this weekend for a convention. (I'll explain why in another post) But I wanted to share a highlight of my weekend.I got to enjoy a concert by a . . . wait for it . . COUNTRY. MUSIC. GROUP. I know. Me. Country. Who knew?? It gets better. I. FELL. IN. LOVE. "Shut up. You did not." I swear. ...
I’ll be there for you . . .
One of my favorite things about blogging is that I have a space where I can pay tribute to the people in my life whom I love. I have written before about my friend, Pam who, along with her husband Gene, lives in Hanford, a city (town? hamlet? I still can't figure this one out!) in central California. This was taken in 1977 in Pam's living ...
“Give it up for . . . Chummy Caravan!”
I totally jacked this game from the lovely and talented Ms. Balou. Who would I be if I wasn't me?? Play nice, now. 1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car)Chummy Caravan 2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fav icecream flavor, favorite cookie)Dulce de Leche Nilla Wafer (or is it pronounced "weifah?") 3. YOUR "FLY Guy/Girl" ...
We ordered pizza . . .
Don't tell Mom but . . . Peppino's cooked dinner tonight. The cook is in Utah. Here's why. ...
My fifteen minutes
There are some days when I bounce out of bed, full of energy and ready to take on the world. Sadly, today is not one of those days. =(Today, I am childish and whiny and (inwardly) complaining about all the stuff I have to do. So, I have found a way to fool myself. (I know. I'm already delusional. No need to point it out.) I call it the Fifteen ...
An MTV Generation
There is no way I can possibly come close to describing our trip to New York in September of 2001 with the same eloquence that Mom did, so I won't even try. What I can tell you is how it affected me. Being in New York at that time and then transitioning back to reality was a moment in my life when I felt genuine purpose. I knew that God had ...
