Mixed Nuts

Jan. 1st, 2011 06:16 pm
sandmansister: (Tick - Thinks)
Still in a space where I'm having lots of thinky-thoughts, but can't quite articulate them in writing. I can, however, provide a list of some things of note, items of trivia and suchlike to give a snapshot into my world of late.

  • Spent 6 days at parents' Lake Texoma farm for Christmas. After the craziness of work travel for the two weeks prior, the slow pace was a balm. I didn't even twitch that much without cell phone signal, though the occasional check-in on the interwebz was a challenge given the dial-up situation. All in all, though, it was a relaxing and enjoyable vacation.

  • It's very odd being the lone owl in a family of larks, though as she's gotten older, my mother is beginning to shift over to my schedule a bit more. Then again, it's nice being able to stay up late and read while the whole house is quiet and dark.

  • My sister's new dog, Bug is a so-ugly-she's-cute ball of energy. Poor Scamp (the 11 year old blue heeler) handles her very well. Puppies are good therapy.

  • Panettone Bread Pudding with Amaretto Sauce—so delicious, Mom instantly demanded it to become a new family tradition forevah-evah.

  • Love life's little moments of hilarity:
    Mom: *pointing at my nose stud* Looks like you're gonna lose it.
    Me: Nah, there's a bend in the wire *taking it out to show her* so it stays put.
    Mom: Oh, so when it pops like that does it mean you're done like a turkey?
    Me: *facepalm*

  • Visited the Chickasaw Cultural Center with the family. Such lovely space, and really beautiful/informative exhibits. Sadness, though, that the kitchen ran out of Indian Fry-Bread tacos. *le sigh*

  • While I love getting spontaneous invites to dinner/drinks/etc., I really suck at reciprocating such invites. Maybe because it doesn't occur to me that anyone would want to join me last-minute? I don't know. But I am crap at it, and I'm sorry.

  • I continue to be amazed at my good fortune for the bounty of People of Quality in my world. I am constantly awed by you all, and the things you teach me. Thank you for inspiring me to be a better version of myself every day.

  • Still trying to figure out how best to get my groove back. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

  • Not much for New Year's Resolutions—they are largely a beat-down—but I think if I just plan to be a more authentic version of myself, I can live up to that.

    I feel like there's more to say, but I'll be damned if I can figure out what... so... yeah.

    Cheers!
  • Mixed Nuts

    Jan. 1st, 2011 06:16 pm
    sandmansister: (Tick - Thinks)
    Still in a space where I'm having lots of thinky-thoughts, but can't quite articulate them in writing. I can, however, provide a list of some things of note, items of trivia and suchlike to give a snapshot into my world of late.

  • Spent 6 days at parents' Lake Texoma farm for Christmas. After the craziness of work travel for the two weeks prior, the slow pace was a balm. I didn't even twitch that much without cell phone signal, though the occasional check-in on the interwebz was a challenge given the dial-up situation. All in all, though, it was a relaxing and enjoyable vacation.

  • It's very odd being the lone owl in a family of larks, though as she's gotten older, my mother is beginning to shift over to my schedule a bit more. Then again, it's nice being able to stay up late and read while the whole house is quiet and dark.

  • My sister's new dog, Bug is a so-ugly-she's-cute ball of energy. Poor Scamp (the 11 year old blue heeler) handles her very well. Puppies are good therapy.

  • Panettone Bread Pudding with Amaretto Sauce—so delicious, Mom instantly demanded it to become a new family tradition forevah-evah.

  • Love life's little moments of hilarity:
    Mom: *pointing at my nose stud* Looks like you're gonna lose it.
    Me: Nah, there's a bend in the wire *taking it out to show her* so it stays put.
    Mom: Oh, so when it pops like that does it mean you're done like a turkey?
    Me: *facepalm*

  • Visited the Chickasaw Cultural Center with the family. Such lovely space, and really beautiful/informative exhibits. Sadness, though, that the kitchen ran out of Indian Fry-Bread tacos. *le sigh*

  • While I love getting spontaneous invites to dinner/drinks/etc., I really suck at reciprocating such invites. Maybe because it doesn't occur to me that anyone would want to join me last-minute? I don't know. But I am crap at it, and I'm sorry.

  • I continue to be amazed at my good fortune for the bounty of People of Quality in my world. I am constantly awed by you all, and the things you teach me. Thank you for inspiring me to be a better version of myself every day.

  • Still trying to figure out how best to get my groove back. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

  • Not much for New Year's Resolutions—they are largely a beat-down—but I think if I just plan to be a more authentic version of myself, I can live up to that.

    I feel like there's more to say, but I'll be damned if I can figure out what... so... yeah.

    Cheers!
  • Mixed Nuts

    Jan. 1st, 2011 06:16 pm
    sandmansister: (Tick - Thinks)
    Still in a space where I'm having lots of thinky-thoughts, but can't quite articulate them in writing. I can, however, provide a list of some things of note, items of trivia and suchlike to give a snapshot into my world of late.

  • Spent 6 days at parents' Lake Texoma farm for Christmas. After the craziness of work travel for the two weeks prior, the slow pace was a balm. I didn't even twitch that much without cell phone signal, though the occasional check-in on the interwebz was a challenge given the dial-up situation. All in all, though, it was a relaxing and enjoyable vacation.

  • It's very odd being the lone owl in a family of larks, though as she's gotten older, my mother is beginning to shift over to my schedule a bit more. Then again, it's nice being able to stay up late and read while the whole house is quiet and dark.

  • My sister's new dog, Bug is a so-ugly-she's-cute ball of energy. Poor Scamp (the 11 year old blue heeler) handles her very well. Puppies are good therapy.

  • Panettone Bread Pudding with Amaretto Sauce—so delicious, Mom instantly demanded it to become a new family tradition forevah-evah.

  • Love life's little moments of hilarity:
    Mom: *pointing at my nose stud* Looks like you're gonna lose it.
    Me: Nah, there's a bend in the wire *taking it out to show her* so it stays put.
    Mom: Oh, so when it pops like that does it mean you're done like a turkey?
    Me: *facepalm*

  • Visited the Chickasaw Cultural Center with the family. Such lovely space, and really beautiful/informative exhibits. Sadness, though, that the kitchen ran out of Indian Fry-Bread tacos. *le sigh*

  • While I love getting spontaneous invites to dinner/drinks/etc., I really suck at reciprocating such invites. Maybe because it doesn't occur to me that anyone would want to join me last-minute? I don't know. But I am crap at it, and I'm sorry.

  • I continue to be amazed at my good fortune for the bounty of People of Quality in my world. I am constantly awed by you all, and the things you teach me. Thank you for inspiring me to be a better version of myself every day.

  • Still trying to figure out how best to get my groove back. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

  • Not much for New Year's Resolutions—they are largely a beat-down—but I think if I just plan to be a more authentic version of myself, I can live up to that.

    I feel like there's more to say, but I'll be damned if I can figure out what... so... yeah.

    Cheers!
  • Mixed Nuts

    Jan. 1st, 2011 06:16 pm
    sandmansister: (Tick - Thinks)
    Still in a space where I'm having lots of thinky-thoughts, but can't quite articulate them in writing. I can, however, provide a list of some things of note, items of trivia and suchlike to give a snapshot into my world of late.

  • Spent 6 days at parents' Lake Texoma farm for Christmas. After the craziness of work travel for the two weeks prior, the slow pace was a balm. I didn't even twitch that much without cell phone signal, though the occasional check-in on the interwebz was a challenge given the dial-up situation. All in all, though, it was a relaxing and enjoyable vacation.

  • It's very odd being the lone owl in a family of larks, though as she's gotten older, my mother is beginning to shift over to my schedule a bit more. Then again, it's nice being able to stay up late and read while the whole house is quiet and dark.

  • My sister's new dog, Bug is a so-ugly-she's-cute ball of energy. Poor Scamp (the 11 year old blue heeler) handles her very well. Puppies are good therapy.

  • Panettone Bread Pudding with Amaretto Sauce—so delicious, Mom instantly demanded it to become a new family tradition forevah-evah.

  • Love life's little moments of hilarity:
    Mom: *pointing at my nose stud* Looks like you're gonna lose it.
    Me: Nah, there's a bend in the wire *taking it out to show her* so it stays put.
    Mom: Oh, so when it pops like that does it mean you're done like a turkey?
    Me: *facepalm*

  • Visited the Chickasaw Cultural Center with the family. Such lovely space, and really beautiful/informative exhibits. Sadness, though, that the kitchen ran out of Indian Fry-Bread tacos. *le sigh*

  • While I love getting spontaneous invites to dinner/drinks/etc., I really suck at reciprocating such invites. Maybe because it doesn't occur to me that anyone would want to join me last-minute? I don't know. But I am crap at it, and I'm sorry.

  • I continue to be amazed at my good fortune for the bounty of People of Quality in my world. I am constantly awed by you all, and the things you teach me. Thank you for inspiring me to be a better version of myself every day.

  • Still trying to figure out how best to get my groove back. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

  • Not much for New Year's Resolutions—they are largely a beat-down—but I think if I just plan to be a more authentic version of myself, I can live up to that.

    I feel like there's more to say, but I'll be damned if I can figure out what... so... yeah.

    Cheers!
  • sandmansister: (Truth)
    This is likely to be a rambly post, but I feel like I need to work some things out and figure out my perspective on things.

    Words are important to me; I write for a living. Not fun stuff (at least, not usually), but nonetheless, I write. And since I was three, I have been an avid reader. Books were my first—and sometimes truest—friends. Words opened up worlds to me, providing solace, inspiration, and wisdom.

    Words are how we express, how we communicate, and (hopefully) how we find common ground.

    Words have power. They can uplift or destroy.

    I understand on an emotional level that certain words are so charged, so volatile as to be rendered unacceptable.

    Part of me wonders why we punish the word itself.

    I mean, it's not the word itself, but what it signifies, right? And delivery? That's EVERYTHING. Shouldn't we take some responsibility, too? Certainly, the speaker needs to be aware of the audience, be it one or one thousand.

    I know if one of my beloved girls calls me "hooker" or "bitch," it's meant with affection. Coming from someone I dislike? Oh yeah, that's an elbow-to-the-trachea moment.

    So clearly it's not the words.

    Yes, we should choose our words carefully, but what if as people, as a society we learned to listen with more than our ears? Intent and meaning should count for so much more. After all, the phrase "walk your talk" is one the central tenets to my life.

    It's not like I have a burning urge to use forbidden words; that passed when I was 13 or 14. I just see the occasional heated debate or emotionally charged post on my FList and these sort of musings brew in my brain.

    I love words. In many ways, they're my life.

    But really, isn't what they signify more important?
    sandmansister: (Truth)
    This is likely to be a rambly post, but I feel like I need to work some things out and figure out my perspective on things.

    Words are important to me; I write for a living. Not fun stuff (at least, not usually), but nonetheless, I write. And since I was three, I have been an avid reader. Books were my first—and sometimes truest—friends. Words opened up worlds to me, providing solace, inspiration, and wisdom.

    Words are how we express, how we communicate, and (hopefully) how we find common ground.

    Words have power. They can uplift or destroy.

    I understand on an emotional level that certain words are so charged, so volatile as to be rendered unacceptable.

    Part of me wonders why we punish the word itself.

    I mean, it's not the word itself, but what it signifies, right? And delivery? That's EVERYTHING. Shouldn't we take some responsibility, too? Certainly, the speaker needs to be aware of the audience, be it one or one thousand.

    I know if one of my beloved girls calls me "hooker" or "bitch," it's meant with affection. Coming from someone I dislike? Oh yeah, that's an elbow-to-the-trachea moment.

    So clearly it's not the words.

    Yes, we should choose our words carefully, but what if as people, as a society we learned to listen with more than our ears? Intent and meaning should count for so much more. After all, the phrase "walk your talk" is one the central tenets to my life.

    It's not like I have a burning urge to use forbidden words; that passed when I was 13 or 14. I just see the occasional heated debate or emotionally charged post on my FList and these sort of musings brew in my brain.

    I love words. In many ways, they're my life.

    But really, isn't what they signify more important?
    sandmansister: (Truth)
    This is likely to be a rambly post, but I feel like I need to work some things out and figure out my perspective on things.

    Words are important to me; I write for a living. Not fun stuff (at least, not usually), but nonetheless, I write. And since I was three, I have been an avid reader. Books were my first—and sometimes truest—friends. Words opened up worlds to me, providing solace, inspiration, and wisdom.

    Words are how we express, how we communicate, and (hopefully) how we find common ground.

    Words have power. They can uplift or destroy.

    I understand on an emotional level that certain words are so charged, so volatile as to be rendered unacceptable.

    Part of me wonders why we punish the word itself.

    I mean, it's not the word itself, but what it signifies, right? And delivery? That's EVERYTHING. Shouldn't we take some responsibility, too? Certainly, the speaker needs to be aware of the audience, be it one or one thousand.

    I know if one of my beloved girls calls me "hooker" or "bitch," it's meant with affection. Coming from someone I dislike? Oh yeah, that's an elbow-to-the-trachea moment.

    So clearly it's not the words.

    Yes, we should choose our words carefully, but what if as people, as a society we learned to listen with more than our ears? Intent and meaning should count for so much more. After all, the phrase "walk your talk" is one the central tenets to my life.

    It's not like I have a burning urge to use forbidden words; that passed when I was 13 or 14. I just see the occasional heated debate or emotionally charged post on my FList and these sort of musings brew in my brain.

    I love words. In many ways, they're my life.

    But really, isn't what they signify more important?
    sandmansister: (Truth)
    This is likely to be a rambly post, but I feel like I need to work some things out and figure out my perspective on things.

    Words are important to me; I write for a living. Not fun stuff (at least, not usually), but nonetheless, I write. And since I was three, I have been an avid reader. Books were my first—and sometimes truest—friends. Words opened up worlds to me, providing solace, inspiration, and wisdom.

    Words are how we express, how we communicate, and (hopefully) how we find common ground.

    Words have power. They can uplift or destroy.

    I understand on an emotional level that certain words are so charged, so volatile as to be rendered unacceptable.

    Part of me wonders why we punish the word itself.

    I mean, it's not the word itself, but what it signifies, right? And delivery? That's EVERYTHING. Shouldn't we take some responsibility, too? Certainly, the speaker needs to be aware of the audience, be it one or one thousand.

    I know if one of my beloved girls calls me "hooker" or "bitch," it's meant with affection. Coming from someone I dislike? Oh yeah, that's an elbow-to-the-trachea moment.

    So clearly it's not the words.

    Yes, we should choose our words carefully, but what if as people, as a society we learned to listen with more than our ears? Intent and meaning should count for so much more. After all, the phrase "walk your talk" is one the central tenets to my life.

    It's not like I have a burning urge to use forbidden words; that passed when I was 13 or 14. I just see the occasional heated debate or emotionally charged post on my FList and these sort of musings brew in my brain.

    I love words. In many ways, they're my life.

    But really, isn't what they signify more important?
    sandmansister: (Frieda laugh)
    Found via [livejournal.com profile] rainingdecember; sharing because it made me giggle. A lot.

    sandmansister: (Frieda laugh)
    Found via [livejournal.com profile] rainingdecember; sharing because it made me giggle. A lot.

    sandmansister: (Frieda laugh)
    Found via [livejournal.com profile] rainingdecember; sharing because it made me giggle. A lot.

    sandmansister: (Frieda laugh)
    Found via [livejournal.com profile] rainingdecember; sharing because it made me giggle. A lot.

    sandmansister: (Farscape - Glee)
    Sadly, this channel has turned off embedding, but if you want something that will make you squee (and possibly find the 67-as-of-today Walken impossibly hot—or is that just me?), clicky here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7Ky5R-vxns
    sandmansister: (Farscape - Glee)
    Sadly, this channel has turned off embedding, but if you want something that will make you squee (and possibly find the 67-as-of-today Walken impossibly hot—or is that just me?), clicky here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7Ky5R-vxns
    sandmansister: (Farscape - Glee)
    Sadly, this channel has turned off embedding, but if you want something that will make you squee (and possibly find the 67-as-of-today Walken impossibly hot—or is that just me?), clicky here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7Ky5R-vxns
    sandmansister: (Farscape - Glee)
    Sadly, this channel has turned off embedding, but if you want something that will make you squee (and possibly find the 67-as-of-today Walken impossibly hot—or is that just me?), clicky here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7Ky5R-vxns
    sandmansister: (BtVS - 5x5 (Faith))
    Fly-by Friday items for your perusal:

  • Majestic morning. Crisp air tinged with chill, clear skies... if only I had cider... *le sigh*

  • Depending on how soon source content is provided to me, may be working tomorrow. OT $ = yay! Cutting into work-on-my-ass-groove time? Not so much.

  • Feeling fine and sassy. Tie-dyed maxi dress (eBay yay!), cropped denim jacket, Crocs Sassari peep-toe wedges of comfy-footed joy... yeah, today I am feeling the boho hotness.

  • Managed to wear a "real" bra, but deciding that while my skin is healed enough to handle an underwire, I. Just. Don't. Want. To. Anymore. I am perfectly happy with my stash of sports bras, thankyew very much. My girls have been through quite enough this year. No mas!

  • Inexplicable craving for beef fajitas at La Hacienda Ranch. OK, they're the bestest EVAR and I am starvacious. Maybe not so inexplicable?

  • Loving my Roku Netflix player as we can also use it for Amazon On Demand. So when the satellite goes weather wonky, we're not SOL weeks after the fact. (Can't access Hulu via Wii Internet channel, and don't want to cram around a sad little laptop; AOD is a great solution.) This should be particularly happy-making for the Boswells when it comes time for House Party. In related news, Glee = Glee!!!

  • Left the bedroom door open last night to keep breezes circulating, which meant that I didn't hear it open to tell me that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool was coming in to kiss me goodbye this morning. Fortunately for him, my brain processed the situation after causing me to gasp in terror but before said terror could impel me to grab the maglite kept close-at-hand for emergencies. Brainular bashing was avoided, though we had a bladderical near-miss—mine, not his unless he saw my reflexive reach toward where the aforementioned maglite is kept... sorry, baby! (Yes, I'm using technical medical terms here.) :P

  • New Dollhouse tonight!!!!

    EDIT: Sammich w/12 grain bread FTW! And I have orange toenails. This is all to the good.
  • sandmansister: (BtVS - 5x5 (Faith))
    Fly-by Friday items for your perusal:

  • Majestic morning. Crisp air tinged with chill, clear skies... if only I had cider... *le sigh*

  • Depending on how soon source content is provided to me, may be working tomorrow. OT $ = yay! Cutting into work-on-my-ass-groove time? Not so much.

  • Feeling fine and sassy. Tie-dyed maxi dress (eBay yay!), cropped denim jacket, Crocs Sassari peep-toe wedges of comfy-footed joy... yeah, today I am feeling the boho hotness.

  • Managed to wear a "real" bra, but deciding that while my skin is healed enough to handle an underwire, I. Just. Don't. Want. To. Anymore. I am perfectly happy with my stash of sports bras, thankyew very much. My girls have been through quite enough this year. No mas!

  • Inexplicable craving for beef fajitas at La Hacienda Ranch. OK, they're the bestest EVAR and I am starvacious. Maybe not so inexplicable?

  • Loving my Roku Netflix player as we can also use it for Amazon On Demand. So when the satellite goes weather wonky, we're not SOL weeks after the fact. (Can't access Hulu via Wii Internet channel, and don't want to cram around a sad little laptop; AOD is a great solution.) This should be particularly happy-making for the Boswells when it comes time for House Party. In related news, Glee = Glee!!!

  • Left the bedroom door open last night to keep breezes circulating, which meant that I didn't hear it open to tell me that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool was coming in to kiss me goodbye this morning. Fortunately for him, my brain processed the situation after causing me to gasp in terror but before said terror could impel me to grab the maglite kept close-at-hand for emergencies. Brainular bashing was avoided, though we had a bladderical near-miss—mine, not his unless he saw my reflexive reach toward where the aforementioned maglite is kept... sorry, baby! (Yes, I'm using technical medical terms here.) :P

  • New Dollhouse tonight!!!!

    EDIT: Sammich w/12 grain bread FTW! And I have orange toenails. This is all to the good.
  • sandmansister: (BtVS - 5x5 (Faith))
    Fly-by Friday items for your perusal:

  • Majestic morning. Crisp air tinged with chill, clear skies... if only I had cider... *le sigh*

  • Depending on how soon source content is provided to me, may be working tomorrow. OT $ = yay! Cutting into work-on-my-ass-groove time? Not so much.

  • Feeling fine and sassy. Tie-dyed maxi dress (eBay yay!), cropped denim jacket, Crocs Sassari peep-toe wedges of comfy-footed joy... yeah, today I am feeling the boho hotness.

  • Managed to wear a "real" bra, but deciding that while my skin is healed enough to handle an underwire, I. Just. Don't. Want. To. Anymore. I am perfectly happy with my stash of sports bras, thankyew very much. My girls have been through quite enough this year. No mas!

  • Inexplicable craving for beef fajitas at La Hacienda Ranch. OK, they're the bestest EVAR and I am starvacious. Maybe not so inexplicable?

  • Loving my Roku Netflix player as we can also use it for Amazon On Demand. So when the satellite goes weather wonky, we're not SOL weeks after the fact. (Can't access Hulu via Wii Internet channel, and don't want to cram around a sad little laptop; AOD is a great solution.) This should be particularly happy-making for the Boswells when it comes time for House Party. In related news, Glee = Glee!!!

  • Left the bedroom door open last night to keep breezes circulating, which meant that I didn't hear it open to tell me that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool was coming in to kiss me goodbye this morning. Fortunately for him, my brain processed the situation after causing me to gasp in terror but before said terror could impel me to grab the maglite kept close-at-hand for emergencies. Brainular bashing was avoided, though we had a bladderical near-miss—mine, not his unless he saw my reflexive reach toward where the aforementioned maglite is kept... sorry, baby! (Yes, I'm using technical medical terms here.) :P

  • New Dollhouse tonight!!!!

    EDIT: Sammich w/12 grain bread FTW! And I have orange toenails. This is all to the good.
  • sandmansister: (BtVS - 5x5 (Faith))
    Fly-by Friday items for your perusal:

  • Majestic morning. Crisp air tinged with chill, clear skies... if only I had cider... *le sigh*

  • Depending on how soon source content is provided to me, may be working tomorrow. OT $ = yay! Cutting into work-on-my-ass-groove time? Not so much.

  • Feeling fine and sassy. Tie-dyed maxi dress (eBay yay!), cropped denim jacket, Crocs Sassari peep-toe wedges of comfy-footed joy... yeah, today I am feeling the boho hotness.

  • Managed to wear a "real" bra, but deciding that while my skin is healed enough to handle an underwire, I. Just. Don't. Want. To. Anymore. I am perfectly happy with my stash of sports bras, thankyew very much. My girls have been through quite enough this year. No mas!

  • Inexplicable craving for beef fajitas at La Hacienda Ranch. OK, they're the bestest EVAR and I am starvacious. Maybe not so inexplicable?

  • Loving my Roku Netflix player as we can also use it for Amazon On Demand. So when the satellite goes weather wonky, we're not SOL weeks after the fact. (Can't access Hulu via Wii Internet channel, and don't want to cram around a sad little laptop; AOD is a great solution.) This should be particularly happy-making for the Boswells when it comes time for House Party. In related news, Glee = Glee!!!

  • Left the bedroom door open last night to keep breezes circulating, which meant that I didn't hear it open to tell me that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool was coming in to kiss me goodbye this morning. Fortunately for him, my brain processed the situation after causing me to gasp in terror but before said terror could impel me to grab the maglite kept close-at-hand for emergencies. Brainular bashing was avoided, though we had a bladderical near-miss—mine, not his unless he saw my reflexive reach toward where the aforementioned maglite is kept... sorry, baby! (Yes, I'm using technical medical terms here.) :P

  • New Dollhouse tonight!!!!

    EDIT: Sammich w/12 grain bread FTW! And I have orange toenails. This is all to the good.
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