Well, it was the local town rodeo last night and we had a great time. The weather moved off a few hours earlier leaving some breaks in the clouds and glorious milky light coming down. I could kick myself for not having any slide film loaded in the 35mm (yeah, call me old school - it has a hellaciously better grain, people). I had the digital, though, and got a couple nice shots. The opening is always very patriotic and this gal was just gorgeous. What a smile - and the look of her later racing across the ring, hair flying? What that must feel like...
The Mutton Busting (putting tikes on 1/2 shaven sheep and setting them loose) was hilarious! I love the calf scramble (a bunch of kids chasing a wee herd of calves to take the ribbon off their tails) but the mutton busting was even better. One little gal had such perfect form that she rode the darn thing almost to the other end of the ring! And, in the end, sheep and gal went ass over tea kettle. She stood up, brushed herself off, adjusted her hair and strutted back to the gates, smiling. She made 88 seconds and won. She also got the best applause of the evening. There were little photographic vignettes all over the place but without my good camera and lenses it was impossible to catch them. Small town life - amazingly normal and healthy.
So no one else is really here and those who are here aren't doing much (except for Jason because he's the best and never slacks - though he is damnably fast at the "get the only custard doughnut first" race that we have Fri AM's). I've surfed, I've worked, I've tried to wheedle a seat on an earlier flight for my Main Man here at the office but nothing has made the time move along. So...I shall resort to this - blabbing about nothing to the enrichment of no one.
Do you know how hard it is to find nice blouses when your boobs are the equivalent of wearing a set of water wings on your chest? I have nearly surrendered. I resorted to consorting with those very strange creatures who deploy themselves under the heading "LDS". My gentle reader, they even offer "temple" underoos. Yessss...it's a bodysuit with long sleeves. Because your barren flesh might offend the God that made the flesh - er - fleshy. We shall all be driven mad with lust at the sight of your...forearms! Verily, yes!
Sigh...the things human beings will conjure up to drive down their natural senses.
Anyway - blouses - so I have ordered this thing and if it doesn't fit or is ugly as hitting - um - God - I think I shall just give up. You know what I wanted? Oh, I knew I should have just paid some good tailor a fair sum to manage it for me...I wanted this - no, no - I coveted this:
Lovely, no? Instead, I have done what every woman knows is the most foolish thing in the world for an important event: I have gone with separates.
I can hear you cackling, you know.
Oh, sure. I have the perfect divine skirt. Yes! But if the above-referenced bit of fluff doesn't fit? Sca-rewed, people. And, to tell you the truth, it only serves me right for being so silly. I brought it on myself.
But I suppose there are other worries. We've the cake reception to care for still (hey - the whole process changed recently at the facility. How was I to know?), the dinner location to work out, and the final list of Goings On to issue to the attendees once I can get a dag blamed headcount. (What is wrong with people that they cannot follow clear instructions?) I am not panicking. Yet.
In other news, I worked out relatively hard yesterday and can feel it now - the squats echoing in the deep parts of my buns, the nose crushers in my tri's - and the push-ups! Yes, they're joining in, too. I absolutely ADORE the home gym that Trooper has made for us. It's fantastic. But he is so clear on what he will be doing while I just putter about. I used to be really good about it - I was very diligent and focused. I think I need to return to that again. Even if it does mean we cannot chit chat whilst working out. I have this thing - I have to feel what I am doing and sometimes that means closing my eyes and closing out the world. I can have great form if I get deeply focused.
Do you know what I wish I could have? (Assuming, of course, the boob job works out and all that...) It's a lot unrealistic considering my physique. LOL I know! But I mean the general ratio of things - the balance of it. I adore that perfection and while I might never know it, I do know that I can at least be my version thereof.
I was once...
So, that's my day. Between work, I've managed to update the blogmonster and distract myself from the boredom. Sure, there were more important things to say but I didn't want to be a brainiac. What I really wanted was to be at Whole Foods perusing produce. LOL I want to do nothing but mill about and be one of those lazy shoppers, just going store to store and having no pressure.
Oh yeah, it's music again - this time, Heart, courtesy of DirecTV's special. They performed the whole Dreamboat Annie album and tossed in a couple others - I adore their Led Zeppelin covers!
But - I hope this comes out as the kind criticism it is - Ann is not what she once was. I know, I know - we're not to pick on the obese. But I cannot help it - she is buried in the flesh and her voice sounds like it. It once lilted and spun like those crazy scissortail flycatcher birds. You can see her straining to give it to the people - I don't mean to take that from her at all. I just can't help wishing she'd give it all back to us.
That was one of the first albums I bought - the very first was, of course, Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. But Heart came almost immediately after. It was a storybook unfolding rather than a scattershot of selections. And she sang in my key, damn it, which is always a pleasant thing when all of 13 years old and just aching to belong.
And then came Little Queen - I stared at the cover for hours, thinking of how, when I was older, I would dress that way and live in the woods with dark men. My God, the ways our minds work at that age. What was strange was that in about 3 years I would meet a woman who was identical in appearance to Ann and through that chance meeting turn my chaotic life into one of...surreal hazard. I cannot help but think of her when I hear the music and see those old album covers. Alike, we were - dark and light with knowing smirks and disdainful gestures.
So much time and landscape has moved since then. Loves and lives, homes and horrors...I look back more now, I think, because I am at that precipice of age and it's like the mountain, once summited, will prevent that look back - the past will be hidden behind it once crossed and I have to give it another glance.
I expect, too, that it's time to be looking forward. I am not a planner and not terribly good at goal setting. For me, the future hasn't been something...assured. So I never looked too far ahead. But I think it might be time, now. Time...
As seen at Dash’s I figured what the heck – it’s something other than links to music vids. LOL (Yeah, maybe I’ve been in a rut…) I'll quote Dash's intro, "According to Miss Erica, the New Yawk Joo, the rules are 'When you get done reading about my quirks, answer the questions yourself and either post them on your blog or in the comments below. If you answer the meme on your blog let me know so I can sneak a peek.'"
WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Nope. Tho it is very similar to my mom’s name.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? A lot less than a few years ago…LOL…but if I go thinking about my mom, it’ll do it every time. Last was a few days ago…
DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? It used to be better – can’t hold a pen for long, now, so it gets scribble-y after a paragraph or two.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Oooh…I do like me some braunschweiger. Otherwise, I like really good turkey or chicken.
DO YOU HAVE KIDS? None of my own. I did acquire the finest stepdaughter in the world.
IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Probably but it would take awhile to get to know me.
DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Hmph.
DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes.
WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? No way in hell. Though I have given thought to sky diving…it’s different, peeps.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Has to be Basic Four for the usual fare. Otherwise, I eat long cook oatmeal A LOT. (With fresh blueberries and lemon scented honey, of course.)
DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Nope. Too lazy.
DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Yes, actually. I can hold my own – just not for very long.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Blue Bell’s Moolenium Crunch is good but I love Haagen Dasz Vanilla Swiss Almond.
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Eyes. Then their hands.
RED OR PINK? Uh…Pink. I think. LOL Unless it’s fresh tuna – then frackin’ raw.
WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? I cannot let go an error or failure. I revisit them in my head all the time. Even things from 30 yrs ago. That and my terrible fear of change.
WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Mommer. Damn, see? Cryin’. Just like I said up there.
WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Black yoga pants and white/grey gym shoes.
WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? A bison burger with blue cheese and bacon.
WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? CMT on the TV – Country, folks.
IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? That midnight blue one.
FAVORITE SMELLS? The ocean, a pine forest in the heat of summer, the Trooper’s shoes. (I know, I know. What can I say? They don’t reek at all – they just smell like him!)
WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Carlson Wagonlit Travel agent. (I am NOT a phone person - I can be your best pal and never call you. Never.)
FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Football. College is okay and likely going to get more attention as pro is getting…thuggish.
HAIR COLOR[S] Frackin’ mousey brown with too much grey showing. Until tomorrow.
EYE COLOR? Blue
DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No! God, how do you guys touch your eyeballs?!?!
FAVORITE FOOD? So many…but a beautiful venison loin with raspberry is lovely. Or boar…for every day? Roasted Chicken.
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Can’t stand scary movies. Happy, pls.
LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Gosh, it’s been awhile. Probably Hope Floats.
WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Grey workout top.
SUMMER OR WINTER? Neither – Autumn. Give me Halloween everyday.
HUGS OR KISSES? Hugs. I mean, kisses are great. But a hug? A kiss says Mmmm. A hug says Love.
FAVORITE DESSERT? LOVE dessert – esp because that’s what I am good at. I adore a good custard so let me go with profiteroles. (Eclairs for you peasants.)
MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Max – he’s telling me to quit typing and get to bed so he can get his snuggle.
LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Nearly anyone.
WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? I’ve not unpacked them yet! But I have The Life of Alexander the Great sitting out.
WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? One is a tech pad – all black and micro-nubby. The other is an ancient one – from Amazon right after it opened. Has Groucho Marx on it.
WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? Not much – haven’t programmed the Tivo downstairs yet. Watched Sopranos while working out, tho.
FAVORITE SOUND[S]? Ocean, thunderstorms, and cowbell. (OK, just joking about that last.)
ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? NEITHER. Hate both. I know! It’s practically evil of me. Can’t help it. Give me Trower or give me death!
WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Um – Phoenix, I think. That or Boulder, CO.
DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Mad skilz – is that the same thing?
WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Elgin, IL
WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? Hey, I ain’t picky! I think, though, that Richmond’s might be cool. She cracks me up!
I have always adored the music of Caroline Lavelle - even if her politics might not be my own. (It's hard to tell sometimes with people - they reveal a snippet and you think perhaps they aren't your cup of tea but then...you don't want to judge too harshly too quickly...)
I used to love that British program, Connections, wherein seemingly disparate bits of history are shown to be "connected". My mind has always worked that way - if this, how does it impact that...which is why my decision making is slow.
But using that sort of thinking with regard to the world today can lead one to disappointment. Here - try this: Border Control problems >>> Silvestre Reyes, Congressman (D) of TX >>> Chairman of Permanent Select Committe on Intelligence >>> past Chair of the Congressional Hispanic Caucus
My take on this is that the man has access to some very discrete information. He has former Border Control contacts. His allegiance via prior organizational involvement does not appear to be that of America but to that of his "race".
Or maybe this: Polish Army in Iraq >>> CIA Terrorist Prisons in Poland >>> American Missle shield base in Poland >>> Putin flexes muscles with intercontinental missile tests
So the Polish Army stood by us in Iraq and were willing to let us put prisons there in order to do what we need to do to win a war. We thank them by using their people and materials to build a nice base there. We also move a piece on the chess board to address the Russian missile situation. And maybe the North Korean one, too.
And that is why I am always so deliberate in my thinking. So many connections...
What I heard nothing about in the news yesterday was the anniversary of D-Day and the Battle of Normandy. Do we all really care whether or not some spoiled drunken tart's family buys her way out of a too-short jail sentence? (Personally, I think she should be forced to visit the family of children killed by drunk drivers and listen to their stories, instead.) Is that the most important thing we can consider during this time?
Just think - 63 years ago men were watching the dawn light break and wondering what they hell they'd just done. They were crying and screaming, angry and terrified, stoic and humiliated. Every experience a human being can know was encountered there. And women were trying to carry on with trembling limbs and quivering smiles.
Even now, not that far away from those bloody fields, men and women continue to carry on in wartime, doing their jobs. And people are still watching that disgusting flesh bag with blonde hair. But she has her deeper meaning and connection, too. Reflected in her is the whole of why what we've known for a few centuries will falter.
So let's try and forget those things we ought to put behind us and have in mind those people who deserve the honor. And let's think about those connections and what they can mean - beyond the headlines. Go past the spoon-fed snippet and look for the background before forming an opinion.
Because it's all critically important right now. We are losing the battle for this Republic on a daily, consistent basis and we have to do more than just click past it all.
Just now on BBC Radio, Thelma Nixon relates her story of the Nat'l Health telling her that she must lose sight in at least one eye and have the other begin to decline before offering her any assistance.
She is currently paying for her own treatment to prevent that blindness.
Do you really want to be faced with that decision?
Will we be able to afford even that decision in a US plan like that if millions of illegals are suddenly added to the rolls? Or would sight be considered a perq?
This is why the free market must bear on the health care system. Hospitals and doctors know the insurance money is there. The insurance companies know that employers have to offer plans to employees (we're all too used to it now). And the insured will very rarely question costs unless it is part of their deductible.
I am personally torn about the matter because my own mother made use of those tax dollars to pay for her treatments. If that was not possible - and she had not insured herself personally - what would I have done? I tell myself that my social security monies paid for it - since I won't ever get them, she made use of those funds for herself. But that is not sufficient.
And do not get me started on the Ponzi Scheme that is Social Security.
Layers and layers to the problems of today, folks. And there will never be enough taxes paid to cover it all.
I'm supposed to be working today but all I can do is look around me and see the thousand things that I need to do before this house is presentable to company. And company is coming. In about 6 weeks. If I give it too much thought, I get a panicky sensation in my belly. So instead I look at bits and pieces and address them in a onesy-twosey fashion.
However, that isn't accomplishing much against the deluge that is this mess.
So I was thinking on the one-room-at-a-time concept. Maybe today I will get this office in shape. I was irked to find the Ikea file cabinet doesn't seem to accept either the legal or letter size hanging folders. I have no idea what is going on there but have decided to just stack stuff in there until I can get it figured out.
Then there is media storage. I am one entire bookshelf short which means I may have to relocate some books to Trooper's office for now. There are about 24 boxes of them. And then find a nice way to stow away all the office supplies. I've a large box full that has no home.
At least the kitchen is fairly squared away - just one more box there. Mostly recipes that have to be organized and bound. I know you'll find this hard to believe but we've still had no takers on our fine slab of Uba Tuba granite tabletop. LOL Thankfully, one of the local troopers helped him move the monstrosity to the garage. I was thinking about making it a table for the back deck if it doesn't sell. It could take the weather if we got a nice wrought iron base. Seriously, tho - make us an offer. LOL
We went out last night with a friend from academy and his new gal. Poor man is stationed in the middle of nowhere and in town for training. Now, I don't know this gal at all but I can tell you this - she'd make a rotten DPS wife. No interest in the academy stories they were telling, no prior knowledge of military/weaponry/strategy, and a decided lack of interest in anything that wasn't about her. I'm sure she makes the duty station a lot more tolerable but I sure hope he's not in it for the long run.
I saw mention of this group and it reinforced my own look on the immigration matter. I have my suspicions behind the sudden support of illegal immigration. It's a hard subject for me - I support the right of private business to hire and fire at will whomever they like. But before all that must come the security of the nation. We've enough internal threats to the republic - I don't think we ought to be importing more. Too, what does it say to those who are jumping through hoops to come here legally?
The only other way it works is to drop the borders all together and simply stop all labor laws - no minimum wage, no mandatory insurance benefits, and also no welfare - nada. The Free Market on steroids. It'd be interesting to see what would happen. But there is no middle ground possible.
So that's the mood for today - a little pensive, a lot tired, and trying to get a move on. The blogroll needs attention, too. Maybe I can knock that out right quick...
I have mentioned before that I looked all of 24 until I was well into 35 years of age. But then suddenly my body decided it was time to catch up. Jeez...
I've had a problem with my hands for awhile. I blame the boobs, of course, but I've had this bum index finger for a week, now, and I am about sick of it. I think I must have jammed it. That's how it feels - like it needs to pop, big time.
And then the call from the radiologist came on Tuesday - another view, if you don't mind us smashing your boobs again. PFFT. Hey, what can I tell you? I am very good about the annual stuff - it's the intervening crap that I ignore.
At first, I was pretty unconcerned about the matter. It comes with the territory, see. Er - or not. As in they can't see through the damned things. But the caller's sense of haste disturbed me. This week, she wanted. Soon? I managed to arrange it for this morning, knowing Trooper would be off and able to not only help me navigate but also be there should it get ugly. (I may not have mentioned this but I have a sort of phobia about driving to places I haven't been before. Maps? I go nowhere without them. Ever.)
After the initial surprise, Trooper was happy to do it. I could tell there was concern but I tempered it - hell, for all we know they're padding the bill to the insurance company. This morning, we headed into town. Another smoosh and smash and some waiting. (Those capes are utterly insufficient in size for public waiting rooms, mind you.) Then the surprise visit with an ultrasound gal to get an even better view. The last time I had the surprise ultrasound, I wound up with my guts sliced open. You can understand my dismay.
She was a sweet gal - very nice and casual but clinical which is just how I like it. Not there to make friends - I am there to rely on your education and personal knowledge and I am really hoping you didn't do keg stands the night before the class on in-depth boob analysis, beotch.
I got the all clear and tossed a towel to mop up - after she used it to clean the fracking phallic sounder. Memories, my peeps. Ah, sweet memories. Sheesh. I said clinical, not health clinical! Now I get gooey again in 6 months (Merry Christmas!) and hope that the whatever in the hell it was remains in its current state of being. Medicine is hardly removed from witch doctor-y, really. It's guesswork enhanced with technology. A multi-choice question with maybe one option already struck out for you.
I'll say this - if this damned index finger doesn't shape up, it's OUTTA HERE! I will take no nonsense anymore. This is my line in the sand - I refuse to have anything else going to hell on/in me. I will amputate you.
So that was my week. It's a crazy life, people. An absolutely crazy ride. Enjoy it while you still can!