Ranting
Since I listed my top ten favorites that begin with “R” yesterday. I have decided to reverse the process and list my ten least favorite things that begin with “R”. So again here goes….
Race Card- I don’t like this expression. Nor do I like how often it is attached to something for which it doesn’t apply.
Red Lipstick- Notice I said red. Not a nice cabernet color. Red. Bright red. Very few women can pull this off yet so many think they can.
Running- This probably has more to do with my pack a day habit rather than the act itself. Or it could be that I run like a dork. Think Forrest Gump with braces.
Rap- Sorry if you are a fan of this genre but I really don’t see anything redeeming about it and as for those people who pull up next to you at a stop light and vibrate your car with their music- F_ _ _ Off!
Riding in the Back Seat- I can’t think of too many people who like this one. I tend to get sick.
Republicans- I love a few but hate their politics.
Running Late- I have a few friends (who will go unnamed) that could not get to an event or appointment on time if their lives depended on it. To me it shows a lack of respect for other people.
Raisins- Yep, I know. Nature’s Candy and all but they give me the creeps.
Roaches- Again, I can’t think of anyone who likes these. They are so gross and to think they will outlive us in a nuclear war.
Rate of Return- I don’t always hate this one but with current market conditions and my job ROR’s have been a thorn in my side of late.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Rolling With It
Alison assigned me the letter “R” at dinner last night. The challenge is to name my ten favorite things that start with the letter “R”. So here goes…
Reading – Anyone who knows me knows this is a given. I read constantly. I love books. They are an escape you can find no where else. Many friendships have bonded over books including my friendship with Alison so it’s fitting this is number one.
Riding- If they weren’t so expensive I would have ten horses (also if I didn’t live in the city and had a place to keep them). There really is no better smell than the smell of horse sweat. When I had my last horse I would love to bring her blanket home, rest it on a chair in the bedroom and sleep so soundly with that sweet musty smell.
Ruining Surprises- This is a fault of mine but one that I love to do. I can never give a gift without spoiling the surprise. It’s always “Want a hint?”, “Want to open it early?”, “Want to shake the box?”, Want to guess?”. So sad but it is true. I must work on this one.
Rubbing Bellies- I am an equal opportunity belly rubber. Whether my victim is canine, feline, bovine or equine bellies make me crazy. Unfortunately my own belly has become big enough to get a good rubbing now and then.
Rain in the Summer Time- The smell of ozone as the rain is moving in. The smell of freshly moistened concrete. The sound of raindrops hitting the window. Or at the ranch when you can sit under a tin roofed porch listening, the smell of fresh hay and grass mixing with the rain.
Rodrique- I love George Rodrique. I love his Blue Dog series but most of all I love his Cajun series. For my birthday one year Carrie bought me a signed print he did of his son holding up a fish wearing a Kiss Me I’m Cajun t-shirt. It hangs in our dining room. A dream vacation is to go on his river boat tour.
Rice- I could get very Bubba Gump on this one. Rice with butter. Rice with Shrimp Etoufee. Rice with meatballs and Cream of Mushroom soup. Rice with round steak. Rice with anything really. But no brown rice. It tastes weird.
Rising the Corporate Ladder- I am currently only a few rungs up but can see the top from where I stand. This is a major goal in 2009. I’ll let you know how it turns out.
Rolling in Dough- See number 8.
Reeling with Laughter- There is no better feeling than the kind of laugh that makes tears roll down your face. One of the things that cements Carrie and I to one another is the ability to laugh with each other and often.
Alison assigned me the letter “R” at dinner last night. The challenge is to name my ten favorite things that start with the letter “R”. So here goes…
Reading – Anyone who knows me knows this is a given. I read constantly. I love books. They are an escape you can find no where else. Many friendships have bonded over books including my friendship with Alison so it’s fitting this is number one.
Riding- If they weren’t so expensive I would have ten horses (also if I didn’t live in the city and had a place to keep them). There really is no better smell than the smell of horse sweat. When I had my last horse I would love to bring her blanket home, rest it on a chair in the bedroom and sleep so soundly with that sweet musty smell.
Ruining Surprises- This is a fault of mine but one that I love to do. I can never give a gift without spoiling the surprise. It’s always “Want a hint?”, “Want to open it early?”, “Want to shake the box?”, Want to guess?”. So sad but it is true. I must work on this one.
Rubbing Bellies- I am an equal opportunity belly rubber. Whether my victim is canine, feline, bovine or equine bellies make me crazy. Unfortunately my own belly has become big enough to get a good rubbing now and then.
Rain in the Summer Time- The smell of ozone as the rain is moving in. The smell of freshly moistened concrete. The sound of raindrops hitting the window. Or at the ranch when you can sit under a tin roofed porch listening, the smell of fresh hay and grass mixing with the rain.
Rodrique- I love George Rodrique. I love his Blue Dog series but most of all I love his Cajun series. For my birthday one year Carrie bought me a signed print he did of his son holding up a fish wearing a Kiss Me I’m Cajun t-shirt. It hangs in our dining room. A dream vacation is to go on his river boat tour.
Rice- I could get very Bubba Gump on this one. Rice with butter. Rice with Shrimp Etoufee. Rice with meatballs and Cream of Mushroom soup. Rice with round steak. Rice with anything really. But no brown rice. It tastes weird.
Rising the Corporate Ladder- I am currently only a few rungs up but can see the top from where I stand. This is a major goal in 2009. I’ll let you know how it turns out.
Rolling in Dough- See number 8.
Reeling with Laughter- There is no better feeling than the kind of laugh that makes tears roll down your face. One of the things that cements Carrie and I to one another is the ability to laugh with each other and often.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Wicked Wintry Weather Leaving Me Wary and Warm
I should know better living in Houston for 30 years. When the weather man says it will be 34 degrees in the morning he doesn’t mean it will be 34 degrees in the afternoon. This morning however I woke up and as if preparing for battle put on thick black tights, fully lined wool pants, an undershirt and a big fluffy 100% wool turtle neck sweater.
First cigarette this morning ~ thinking how smart I am to have dressed for the weather.
Second cigarette at lunch ~ thinking it is a bit warm in the sun.
Cigarette just now ~ WTF was I thinking?
This leaves me with a decision to make:
1. Tough it out and sweat out every liquid in my body.
2. Scare the hell out of my co-workers by finishing the day in nothing but an undershirt and tights.
I should know better living in Houston for 30 years. When the weather man says it will be 34 degrees in the morning he doesn’t mean it will be 34 degrees in the afternoon. This morning however I woke up and as if preparing for battle put on thick black tights, fully lined wool pants, an undershirt and a big fluffy 100% wool turtle neck sweater.
First cigarette this morning ~ thinking how smart I am to have dressed for the weather.
Second cigarette at lunch ~ thinking it is a bit warm in the sun.
Cigarette just now ~ WTF was I thinking?
This leaves me with a decision to make:
1. Tough it out and sweat out every liquid in my body.
2. Scare the hell out of my co-workers by finishing the day in nothing but an undershirt and tights.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Time Warp or Twilight Zone?
It all started with an acquaintance of a friend who said; “Sure, come on down to the beach for New Years Eve. We have two rooms. One has a queen bed the other two full beds. It’ll be fun. I might not be here because I may be at my husband’s house.”
And so began our plans for New Years Eve. Six of us were going. I agreed to get the food. Football food. Hangover food. Chips, salsa, spicy crackers, pre-cooked shrimp and flank steak. All the fixings for a lazy New Years Eve at the beach. Friends brought breakfast casseroles, cards, booze, champagne, sketch pads and magazines. We were ready.
On NYE we piled into two cars and made the hour and a half trip to the beach. Stopping off once to purchase $200 worth of firecrackers. Talk about kids in a candy store. We went hog wild. Artillery shells in different colors? Check. Chickens that shoot sparks out of their ass? Check. Sparklers in three colors? Check. Big and small bottle rockets? Check. You get the idea.
Arriving at the beach we were so excited. We began unpacking as our hostess showed us around. Bedrooms? Only one with an unmade queen size bed. The other beds? Futons in the living room. Okay we all thought, the sleeping arrangements aren’t what we thought but we can roll with this. As we were getting to know each other our hostess poured herself a big old glass of vodka on ice then added just a splash of soda. Apparently she was not going to let any mixer get in her way. As the night progressed we saw her pour about fifteen more of these each one increasingly light on the soda. The next morning our friends found six of these drinks forgotten in various places.
With the sleeping arrangements settled it was time to turn off Casablanca on the t.v. and put on some football. Football? Our hostess informs us that she has Direct TV but cuts it off in the winter to save money. Huh? What? Carrie at this point had just enough liquid encouragement in her to inform the room “THIS IS BULLSHIT! What do mean they don’t have TV?”. We know at this point we are at DEFCON 1 so we suggest Carrie come to the beach with us to set off fireworks.
A few collisions between Carrie’s ass and a sand dune later and we had her properly planted in the sand so we could proceed into pyrotechnic nirvana. Amazingly it all went well. This despite one of our party not being familiar with Carrie’s stages of “tipsy” handing her a lit bottle rocket which she proceeded to shoot a foot or two just above a box of the unlit firecrackers.
With the smell of sulfur lingering on our clothes we went back to the house. Carrie by this time has forgotten there is not t.v. and is continually asking us to put the game on. Instead (and this is where I started pouring my own drinks a might stronger) our hostess puts in The Rocky Horror Picture Show. It is her favorite and she knows every word. Just after The Time Warp (which we all danced in the living room- how could you not at this point?) she plops into a chair then proceeds to plop right out of it onto the floor.
At this point Carrie is “napping” on a futon in the living room. The neighbors have come over to visit and another friend is making one of them recite the Whataburger commercial convinced he is the voice of Whataburger. Still another friend who flew in from Paris has retired to the bedroom. And that my friends is how I ended up in bed, legs wrapped around and snoring contentedly with a French man as the clocks ticked towards 2009.
In all this was one of the funnest, funniest New Years Eves I have had in a long time. Will we be going back? Probably not. Or at least until The Rocky Horror Picture Show DVD spontaneously combusts and Direct TV is installed year round.
Disclaimer: Friend of hostess had no idea what she was getting us into. Said friend is off the hook for any and everything that happened. No worries!
It all started with an acquaintance of a friend who said; “Sure, come on down to the beach for New Years Eve. We have two rooms. One has a queen bed the other two full beds. It’ll be fun. I might not be here because I may be at my husband’s house.”
And so began our plans for New Years Eve. Six of us were going. I agreed to get the food. Football food. Hangover food. Chips, salsa, spicy crackers, pre-cooked shrimp and flank steak. All the fixings for a lazy New Years Eve at the beach. Friends brought breakfast casseroles, cards, booze, champagne, sketch pads and magazines. We were ready.
On NYE we piled into two cars and made the hour and a half trip to the beach. Stopping off once to purchase $200 worth of firecrackers. Talk about kids in a candy store. We went hog wild. Artillery shells in different colors? Check. Chickens that shoot sparks out of their ass? Check. Sparklers in three colors? Check. Big and small bottle rockets? Check. You get the idea.
Arriving at the beach we were so excited. We began unpacking as our hostess showed us around. Bedrooms? Only one with an unmade queen size bed. The other beds? Futons in the living room. Okay we all thought, the sleeping arrangements aren’t what we thought but we can roll with this. As we were getting to know each other our hostess poured herself a big old glass of vodka on ice then added just a splash of soda. Apparently she was not going to let any mixer get in her way. As the night progressed we saw her pour about fifteen more of these each one increasingly light on the soda. The next morning our friends found six of these drinks forgotten in various places.
With the sleeping arrangements settled it was time to turn off Casablanca on the t.v. and put on some football. Football? Our hostess informs us that she has Direct TV but cuts it off in the winter to save money. Huh? What? Carrie at this point had just enough liquid encouragement in her to inform the room “THIS IS BULLSHIT! What do mean they don’t have TV?”. We know at this point we are at DEFCON 1 so we suggest Carrie come to the beach with us to set off fireworks.
A few collisions between Carrie’s ass and a sand dune later and we had her properly planted in the sand so we could proceed into pyrotechnic nirvana. Amazingly it all went well. This despite one of our party not being familiar with Carrie’s stages of “tipsy” handing her a lit bottle rocket which she proceeded to shoot a foot or two just above a box of the unlit firecrackers.
With the smell of sulfur lingering on our clothes we went back to the house. Carrie by this time has forgotten there is not t.v. and is continually asking us to put the game on. Instead (and this is where I started pouring my own drinks a might stronger) our hostess puts in The Rocky Horror Picture Show. It is her favorite and she knows every word. Just after The Time Warp (which we all danced in the living room- how could you not at this point?) she plops into a chair then proceeds to plop right out of it onto the floor.
At this point Carrie is “napping” on a futon in the living room. The neighbors have come over to visit and another friend is making one of them recite the Whataburger commercial convinced he is the voice of Whataburger. Still another friend who flew in from Paris has retired to the bedroom. And that my friends is how I ended up in bed, legs wrapped around and snoring contentedly with a French man as the clocks ticked towards 2009.
In all this was one of the funnest, funniest New Years Eves I have had in a long time. Will we be going back? Probably not. Or at least until The Rocky Horror Picture Show DVD spontaneously combusts and Direct TV is installed year round.
Disclaimer: Friend of hostess had no idea what she was getting us into. Said friend is off the hook for any and everything that happened. No worries!
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
My Own Soapbox
For Christmas my co-worker and friend gave me the book “Pure Soapbox” by Kimerlie Dykeman. The tag line reads “…. a cleansing jolt of perspective, motivation, and humor”. There are 65 small inspirational entries to the book and I intend to read one daily as a motivator rather than plow through all 65 in one day as I would with any other book.
Today’s entry was on Enthusiasm with this great quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson:
“Enthusiasm is one of the most powerful engines of success. When you do a thing, do it with your might. Put your whole soul into it. Stamp it with your own personality. Be active, be energetic, be enthusiastic and faithful, and you will accomplish your object. Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.”
This was perfect for today. I awoke this morning with so much enthusiasm for a new year. Yes, I know it is the sixth but what can I say I’m a procrastinator. So far today I have tackled waking up early, playing with my cat, loving on my dog, fixing my hair rather than the uniform ponytail, putting on my favorite perfume over a cashmere sweater with one of my favorite scarves. It is indeed a brand new year and I am tackling the breaking of old habits with all of the enthusiasm they deserve. Will I succeed in holding onto this new found enthusiasm? Who knows. Only time can tell but today I will pour my heart into all I do. I know the results will be rewarding. I hope tomorrow’s entry is on perseverance or I am afraid I’ll lose all this enthusiasm then where will I be?
For Christmas my co-worker and friend gave me the book “Pure Soapbox” by Kimerlie Dykeman. The tag line reads “…. a cleansing jolt of perspective, motivation, and humor”. There are 65 small inspirational entries to the book and I intend to read one daily as a motivator rather than plow through all 65 in one day as I would with any other book.
Today’s entry was on Enthusiasm with this great quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson:
“Enthusiasm is one of the most powerful engines of success. When you do a thing, do it with your might. Put your whole soul into it. Stamp it with your own personality. Be active, be energetic, be enthusiastic and faithful, and you will accomplish your object. Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.”
This was perfect for today. I awoke this morning with so much enthusiasm for a new year. Yes, I know it is the sixth but what can I say I’m a procrastinator. So far today I have tackled waking up early, playing with my cat, loving on my dog, fixing my hair rather than the uniform ponytail, putting on my favorite perfume over a cashmere sweater with one of my favorite scarves. It is indeed a brand new year and I am tackling the breaking of old habits with all of the enthusiasm they deserve. Will I succeed in holding onto this new found enthusiasm? Who knows. Only time can tell but today I will pour my heart into all I do. I know the results will be rewarding. I hope tomorrow’s entry is on perseverance or I am afraid I’ll lose all this enthusiasm then where will I be?
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