It might sound a bit odd to some people, but I love words. I mean really, really love words. I’ve been known to read instruction manuals, cereal boxes and even outdated sales flyers left lying around when there was nothing else to keep my brain entertained. I’ve been threatened by a (now-former) spouse over the number of books ‘overtaking’ my home (the books are still here.) So imagine my joy when I stumbled across a poem entitled simple, “Books”. Of course I had to read it. I’ve had it running through my tired little brain ever since, and now I’m going to share it with you–because it’s awesome!
Zora Bernice May Cross
Oh! Bury me in books when I am dead,
Fair quarto leaves of ivory and gold,
And silk octavos, bound in brown and red,
That tales of love and chivalry unfold.
Heap me in volumes of… Continue reading
It might have been a silly thing to start a blog then run off to have surgery, but that’s exactly what I did. Being the impatient sort of girl I am (that ‘watched pot’ adage was written for me!) I just couldn’t wait until the doctors got around to fitting me into their schedule. The joke was on me, though, because last Tuesday I received a phone call from the nice nurse at my orthopedic surgeon’s office asking if I’d be willing to ‘move quickly’ on my surgery date.
My response-“Uhm, sure?”
“How about we do the pre-op tomorrow and surgery Thursday then?” she asked.
“Oh, wow. Uh, yeah. That is fast.”
“Dr. had an opening. Can you be there?” She sounded kinda snippy at this point. I suppose my long pauses between the previous statements as I considered the idea of losing use of my hand… Continue reading
If you’ve read the about page, this won’t come as a surprise to you: my house sucks. That isn’t an exaggeration. The house has major issues. I’m not talking about eyesores, people. I’m talking “my son fell through the floor and I think the bathtub might be next” issues. But we’re working on it. Slowly, though, because I’m fairly limited in what I can do with my hands as useful as a Penguin’s flippers. So I tackle what I can when I can.
Today it was the ugly (read HIDEOUS and DRIVING ME INSANE) ceiling fan in the dining room. The pretty dining room. The one room I’m quite pleased with in the house. My happy room. My sanctuary which was being defiled by this DISGUSTING fan. I’m not lying. Look:
Not only was this thing ugly, it was a health hazard. There was enough dirt and dust on… Continue reading
One of the more frequent topics you’re going to be
tortured with entertained by on my blog is most likely photographs taken during my nature walkabouts. Before you start wailing about why and how you’re sick of nature and how it gets all up on you and bugs and such, hold on. Listen, this isn’t just because I’m a photography whore. I mean, yes, that plays an important role, but really the force-feeding is due to my firm belief that people will preserve something they care about. And if you don’t see it then you won’t care about it. Add that to my personal stance that the woods are a fantastic way to recharge ourselves and get rid of all the clutter of the modern world, and you can probably see where this is going.
So maybe if I show it to… Continue reading
I can’t think of a better way to introduce you to my current obsession than to tell you about this amazing woman who also happens to be one of my ancestors by highlighting all her accomplishments on today, International Woman’s Day.
Right now women all over the globe are fighting to establish themselves as leaders, struggling to take the reins in industries long-held by their male counterparts—and that makes the story of Marianna Bonifay even more stunning.
Details on her origin are fuzzy and are why I’m spending hours and hours researching her life. Marianna was an island girl and lived on Martinique when she was young. She may have been born in France or possibly gone their for her education; accounts vary. We know far more about her story once she reached the shores of Florida which was in… Continue reading
The other day I stumbled across this pin and it looked really tasty. The food, not the pin.
Anyway, I added the ingredients to my shopping list and headed for the grocery store. Since ya’ll don’t know me yet, you don’t know that this is a huge undertaking for me at this point in my life. See a few weeks back I woke up in excruciating pain and realized I was unable to use my hands at all; fast forward past a couple visits to doctors and I’m now waiting for surgery on both hands for carpel tunnel syndrome. So pushing a grocery cart, picking up groceries…these things are like trying to score on Michael Jordan. Or something close.
But I digress. Back to the pin. Doesn’t it look like something you’d want to eat? I thought so, so I decided to give it a whirl. Only there is… Continue reading