Memory Loss

I have been suffering from memory loss. Not just forgetting the fact that I disliked jam music like Neil Young and the Grateful Dead. I have been longing to hear them in a bar, out on the sidewalk, with a pint. Of course I am not listening to them now. I am listening to the Flaming Lips, which I know I didn't like before Yoshimi.

So, memory loss, on the way home I was writing a killer blog entry. It was personal and funny even a little heart warming. Which I have no recollection of now- except the nagging feeling of loss. But I have a sweet ice-cold Jameson in from of me and I am happy. I have been googling all sorts of things for work lately, and finding answers, all the answers but what I was thinking three hours ago. I have had several good ideas lately. Like-- Why can't they get GPS working well enough to drive my car so I can sleep or play with Little Big Man in the car? And how can I rig a system so I know if my teenage son (speed 10 years into the future) leaves the house. I am positive I can rig a baby monitor and a personal security device to do the job, though I am pretty sure I will need to attach it from outside and inside so that he would have to be very coordinated with his posse which would break him out. I can remember what I dreamt about last week, but I cannot remember the solutions I had to... I am not even sure what I solved. I thought it was important.

Back to Memory loss. I wonder if there is some tea form of Ritalin. Cause I think there is just too much to pay attention to. I have little big man that is running in all directions, the money running out of our bank account like sand in a sieve, and working with nasty people, and family moving away, and missing Oregon, and shoot, just too much. then I find out that Lohan AND Aiken are gay. Then I find out that LHC may eat the world inside out, but I will have to wait several months to know. Why can't anything happen instantaneously? That would help my ML. I could just beam it from my brain to somewhere. I am trying to carry a notebook to notate all my brilliance. Writing while driving seems less than brilliant to me, somehow. I have seen it done though.

My Jameson on the rocks is gone. So I am off to bed.

playing 9 pins

Dark clouds are hanging over the Sleeping Giant today. Threatening and invigorating--fall is on its way! I can almost hear Rip Van Winkle’s snore. Later in the evening, with their full ale, the giants will play nine pins. Time for apple picking then pumpkin picking. Little Big Man is 3 and I think the real fun has just begun. He has told me he wants to be a blue man from the BLUE MAN group for Halloween. I have to figure out how to plaster him blue?? Any suggestions? Maybe he will change his mind and want to be a pirate or a gypsy. I know how to make him up in those things.

Child Labor Laws: Important

I am happy that I do not have the life that requires toddlers to do anything. I would really feel like I was a cat wrangler trying to get little fingers to do work. Not having to makes it fun to pretend that we really work. The luxury of a tap that runs water. Now put some elbow grease into it boy!

tres bizarre mais amusante

check this out. I found it diverting.

Awarness test

Count the Passes
I totally failed this test!

Work Motivation

They recently showed this at work as motivation! Don't you feel motivated. It felt like a Promethius moment-- Like the mountain like the rock and like it again tomorrow! My motivators lately are more like this motivational poster.

What adult would waste their time with that?

Fiction

I have a rash of thoughts today. They are kind of itchy and now they are going to ooze on over to you.

Wouldn't it be funny if a character in a movie would shake a hand or touch an object and get images that s/he believes real. And they are always really gruesome. But they are never true. Ultimately funny in an anticlimactic way.

Also, I am reminiscing about my childhood. Particularly the bits in Montana. Every time I think about it I get the same feeling. It is in my chest, like it is laid open with a brisk breeze drying it out. I went for one of my long walks (I do it every year) and thought about it. I get these feelings very strong when I set out on an adventure, a long walking adventure. Here in Montana if you go anywhere on foot it is a long walk. On the ranch I would back some water in a bag along with a towel and a crystal and some marbles you know the essentials and head into the rims across the creek and up the hill. It was a long golden brown walk. I would also walk the other way for the perfect hill to fly a kite on, really I could get my pink and purple uni-peg up to dizzying heights. Sometimes I think my childhood can be summed up with penny candy, crisp sun and walking down Livingston alleys. Today I think the main roads a bottle of water and a really long walk gets to the point.

Eve may be 9 months Pregnant, but she sure can dance!

Daemon of Amanda

because I am just a little too quirky

this was my Sunday morning too. "Serious" by Richard Hawley

Hey Courtney!

I never would have thought my blog would have been cleaner than The Daily Cat Chase, but here you go. I read her blog every day.

Also freshly ripped off from The Daily Cat Chase is readability of my blog. I guess this would explain my grades in my undergrad lower level English Classes, they could not comprehend it.



These both made me laugh so loud this morning that my husband came to investigate what was so funny. As I have said before (quoting Dorthy Parks "I am not great enough to be modest") so here is my other quotation:

A stupid man's report of what a clever man says can never be accurate, because he unconsciously translates what he hears into something he can understand.

Bertrand Russell
British author, mathematician, & philosopher (1872 - 1970)

Thanks for the laugh this morning Courtney!

Lass Riddlin Maggie at Shrewbury Faire

I am waxing nostalgic, again. Imagine, a Cancer that loves to think about the past. Even though my now is great, if only I could get out of my own way. So part of my past is The Shrewsberry Renaissance Faire. It is in Oregon by Kings Valley. I was trying to find some cool pictures from this year but they have too many filters on them for me to enjoy. I went in search of Shrews Re-enacting past. I found it. And there were even some pictures of ME! How delightful. I had to search pretty hard, but what better task for a zoned out nostalgic narcissist. So here they are straight from 1997! They are all from Fairely Decent Photography

See me? I am the third lady from the front.



I was a washerwoman in full bodice and brawl. That straw can be just a little abrasive when you are already wet!

That is me and my brother! He has always been such a cutie!

I would riddle little children. For example:
Riddle Me this
By my crooked teeth I live or Die.
Turn my head once you may go by.
Turn my head twice and stay and rot.
Say, who am I?

~OR~

Just say my name and I disappear.

Often the parents would answer and be very impressed with themselves. I love riddles too, but I tried to keep them easy for the kids. Of course I don't remember the easy ones.

So if you mind the size of your Package, Men...

When a man is wrapped up in himself, he makes a pretty small package. - John Ruskin

Ramping Up for Hallow's Eve

My Score was a 5 out of 10. I thought they all looked liked crazy men. i did get the son of sam right.

Serial Killer or Computer Programmer Quiz?

I was always careful when I was in college of those "programmers."

Yes Another Memory

Man! What a little Mabon!

Coffee Recipe!

Wow. Have I got a recipe for you. I made it Saturday morning after Josh ran off to work. I carefully measured 1/2 cup of grounds of coffee. Then I thought I would love a little extra flavor. I added a splash of vanilla and a little cinnamon. 10 minutes later I poured myself a cup. I have never had coffee taste so much like pipe tobacco smells. It was like drinking out of a spittoon. So there you go, a recipe not to try.

Creative Facial Hair

Usually, I am not a fan of creative facial hair. Of course, I have exceptions. Really it is about the level of creativity. If you do it, I say do it all the way! In England we find 365 Britons. It has a series on a Facial Hair competition. Meet the Judges:
I thought they far out waxed the competition!

Fall is here in the Rockies and I am excitedly waiting for my husband to grow his winter beard. I love facial hair, just not Civil War re-enactor style.

What about you? Do you prefer facial hair? Any particular shape? I like the full beard with a trimmed interior. Which one do you dislike the most? For me it is #6!(just another quick question: do you think those judges wax everyday?)

update on me

I got a new job at the company. In the IS department. I am really excited. I will be a system analyst and work 4 tens. Wish me luck! It will be a big change.

Also I got most of my hair chopped off. I donated 10 inches to Locks of Love. So I officially announce the return of WHO HAIR!

"auntie" linda at borders

Listening Intently.