Tuesday, June 27, 2017

a new capsule

A week or so ago, when I did laundry, I found that the tops hanging in the bathroom to air dry looked really good together...almost like they would make a good capsule...so when I took them down, I rifled through the dresser for some finishing pieces and voƮla! a nifty mild summer capsule!

Thee are eleven pieces, two of which are sweaters so I'm not how much I would wear them, but everything is is super nifty...I think...

Top to Bottom:
chambray top from LOFT
navy linen top from LOFT
blush colored top from LOFT (I'm suspecting a theme here)
sleeveless blush top Vera Wang for Kohl's
sleeveless black & white top from Penneys
floral cardigan J Crew
bergundy 3/4 sleeve sweater from Marshall's
blush tulle skirt from Target
black & white plaid skirt Old Navy
denim capris Dana Buchman at Kohl's
chambray trousers The Gap

What do you think?

Monday, June 26, 2017

of course

My hair looks freakishly white when wearing a white shirt which I do not often do as white shirts are not really good friends with preschool classrooms. Tomorrow, the white hair goes away...I'm working towards my natural color whatever it may be...not grey, certainly, but I wish it was. 

I was going to write about the Beatrice Sparks books I read in junior high and how they scared the crap out of me which is probably why I was such a goody goody, but the moment and momentum have passed and so instead, I wax poetic on how awesome my hair looked to day, the day before I hit up the hairdresser because I cannot take the bonkers any longer. It looked great. 

Of course it did.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

the view from the garden

This is the view from the garden. This peak you see is a mighty popular peak here in town. It seems, no matter how early I am up, someone is already at the top of the peak. Me? I have never been up. I know the views are supposed to be STUNNING but the crowds are just not my thing. I prefer the wander around the base that leads into small forests and sometimes crosses paths with deer, cattle, and wild turkey. But this view, this view? I quite like it. Even with the power lines criss-crossing in my vision.

We've seen solitary figures at the top, and large numbers at the top. We've seen numerous helicopter rescues, and right now, just moments before writing this, I saw three or four flashlights flash as law breaking hucksters make their way down the peak past sunset.

I might venture up someday, but don't hold your breath. I'm quite happy with the view from below.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

i got nothin'

nothin' to share...I'm trying to commit to writing ten days straight and truly my creative juices are stuck to a pan somewhere in the back of a cabinet.

when I was in second grade, we were given our very own journals made of that public school newsprinty paper with the pale red and blue dashed lines across its length carefully stapled inside two pieces of colored construction paper. we were assigned to make daily entries and mine consistently went something like this:

"Dear diary,
Today I woke up, watched cartoons and ate cereal for breakfast."

every single day. forty something years later, things haven't changed much...

"Dear diary,
Today I woke up, drank some water, ate some cereal, and watched Gilmore Girls."

and there you have it. my life in a nutshell. 

Friday, June 23, 2017


I couldn't sleep last night. Stupid songs were stuck in my noggin and my brain would not turn off. It was warm but not hot and I tried, I really tried to hit the hay at a decent hour but with every toss and turn,  I worried I would wake the mister up and so I hied back to the living room to see if music would cast away the commercial jingle and maybe make me sleepy...

It didn't.

That may be due to my choice in tunes thanks to prime music on amazon...I felt nostalgic and so of course I thought Guns N Roses would do the trick.

It didn't.

So, from there, I listened to Bombadil and that really helped...my eyes grew droopy and I decided I could crash right there on the sofa once I put the laptop away...

I didn't.

No sooner had I drifted off to snoozeland my eyes popped open and I sat up quickly with a thought in the noggin...


I had dental work done on Monday and due to my wonky jaw, I have to jump through all sorts of hoops to get me through the process. Dental work usually leaves me groggy and in a state of mouthy discomfort for a few days after so I need to stock up on soft foods such as applesauce, yogurt, pudding, and....avocados.

I was certain I had bought two avocados on Sunday but just then realized I had neither enjoyed them, nor seen them in the kitchen, anywhere. I was certain I got them. I remembered the price sign and stopping my cart to back up to ogle the jewels of the guacamole world. I remembered chuckling to myself as I was reminded about the first time I was sent out to purchase avocados for my brother and how thinking the soft, darkened fruits were bad so that I arrived at my brother's with two very green, very gloriously hard ovoids and how he laughed and very nicely, with no snark at all, teach me the ways of how to select a perfect avocado.

I got up and stubbed my toe on the coffee table, tripped over my too long pajama bottoms, shinned myself on the mama a-go-go's chair, and then stubbed my toe again on the kitchen table all before I could get a light on in the kitchen. I got the light on, but not before I managed to swipe my phone off the side table so that it clattered and spun across the wood floors. Oof! Sadly, there was not an avocado to be seen and by this time I was more awake than not and feeling a little hungry so why not eat a cup of pudding because chocolate pudding is just like avocados, right?

So, I did. I ate a cup of pudding, in the dark, and hobbled back over to the sofa to settled in with the laptop. I sent myself and email reminder to check the car for avocados...five day old avocados...and then played a game or two of Scrubby Dubby before somehow gloriously dropping my laptop on my own noggin.


Eventually, I guess I fell asleep and when I woke up, I headed out for errands completely forgetting to check the car for avocados.

At some point, after a couple stops, I remembered and checked and...discovered a bag with two very sad and very spotty avocados.

Tomorrow, we're eating guacamole.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

taking care of business

Nothing makes ya feel more like a (middle-aged) grown up than spending the day getting yer bits smooshed. Okay, that's only partly true...today I got an ultrasound on my thyroid, a mammogram (in 3D no less), and a wellness appointment done. I also managed a coffee date, and a pizza run. Adulting for the win!
First off was my ultrasound...the diagnostic place I have been going to for the past seven years seems to be under new ownership every other year or so. This time around it is under the umbrella of Dignity Health (I'm not a fan) and it seems the powers that be for DH really do not like their employees...I walk into the main office and the front desk clerks are all decked out in orange smocks. ORANGE smocks...as in OITNB...not the best first impression...at least they are fairly quick. While I was waiting I learned that I did not need an order for a boob smoosh so I scheduled one for later in the day and got my thyroid scanned first.
Next up was my wellness checkup with a brand spankin' new doctor. The office is in a building I drive by all the time that looks a bit of a mess on the outside but the inside is all sorts of mid-century coolness. I may have taken a picture or two...sadly they did not come out very well but here ya go...
The new doc is awesome and I look forward to a continued relationship but now it was time for lunch before the smoosh. I headed home and partook of a slice of two (or three...) of cinnamon toast (not the best choice but it worked) before heading out for a fancy pants boob smoosh but not before I noticed my navy top left all sorts of navy fuzz all over my pits...zoinks and phew! I'm glad I noticed it before heading out...
The smoosh took 15 minutes and was only uncomfortable when she had to move my...ahem...belly and/or chin(s) out of the why. So much siiiigh...but it was fairly quick and the gown she had me change into gave me a great big chortle as it was less a gown and more of a shawl...a very awful hospital printed glorified shawl...there is just no way one can walk with confidence through a hall with other people lounging about in their gowns and shawls...if anything, I gave me a good laugh (though I think I insulted my technician who insisted it was a cape...if ya wanna call it a cape, make it a bonafide cape!)
I ended my grown-up adventure with a coffee date with a favorite person at a new coffee place that I probably will nbot be returning to. Not because it was bad, more because is was so-so and I live walking distance from Scout 2, which is very much delicious. So there ya go...being an adult sometimes mean getting the girls smooshed.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

cranky be gone!

I grew up in the home of a sleeper. My mother slept. A lot. Part of it was depression, part of it was the lupus. I grew up in the home of a sleeper on the third floor of an apartment building so I learned to be quiet early on in my life which meant when someone was sleeping...you did not try to wake them up.

Not waking someone up means not starting your laundry at 7:30 in the morning on the third day of the sleeping person's vacation. Sigh. I'm cranky. Also cranky-inducing? The neighbor who uses his garage for an office, the garage that is only a few feet from the bedroom window. The garage he rattles open right after a major loogie hocking fest...aaargh...

The nice muscle relaxing meds have finally left my system and now my neck is crankier than I am. So now I'm cranky and whiny which is a great combo for the second day of summer. See? CRANKY!

So, to combat the crankiness, I took my cranky self outside to read in the garden. I didn't read for long as I was distracted by the bees, the birdies, and the breeze. After a deep breath or too, I shuffled my no-longer-cranky self into the homestead for a cup of cold coffee...happy summer!

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

june 20

Today, I woke up with stupid hair. It is not uncommon for me to awake to stupid hair, but today's stupid hair made me grateful I had nowhere I needed to be. No amount of brushing would make it look less than stupid. So, I dampened the brush and now I look like I have a head of stringy, wet stupid hair. It's like I'm a teenager all over again, only I'm pretty sure I would get a whole lotta "bless her heart" looks from strangers.  It's THAT stupid.

Yesterday I had a party with the dentist. An old crown moved out making the snazzy digs at the back of my mouth available for something new. Due to my tiny crooked jaw, something as easy as jazzing up new digs becomes a bit of a blunder. Even cleanings are uncomfortable for me. So, armed with a dazzling array of pills, I took a deep breath and on my very first day of official summer vacation, I had an old crown removed and my bite adjusted. All of this was done while I was a teeny bit doped up with all those dazzling pills. On the plus side, I was less doped up than usual so I could listen to my ancient iphone shuffle through Neko Case, Elizabeth Cotton, Pokey LaFarge, and various preschool related tunes, but I could also feel the discomfort enough that my anxiety shot up and my blood pressure was just kooky. After it was all over, I was escorted down the hall to the waiting arms of mr. a-go-go. I don't remember much except that I got a strawberry milkshake and then fell asleep for five hours.

Which leads me to today, I'm still a smidge groggy but not so groggy I did not notice my stupid hair. My jaw is still uncomfortable and my gums are really pissed off at me, but I breakfasted on a wee bowl of yogurt with a smattering of blueberries and managed to brew up a really awful pot of coffee. The aging witch-baby is sleeping next me, and I can here the neighborhood kites do their best imitations of pterodactyls they can muster. So while the witch-baby holds me captive on the sofa, I will endeavor to finish reading the two library books I have had since April, finish the really awful coffee I brewed, and do my best to get my neck untweaked so that the rest of summer my stupid hair will be a smidge less than stupid.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

photo diary: may 7-12

may 7: pretty scone; pretty bloom; perfect cuppa; tacos for deener
may 8: coffee date; old friend; backyard berries; new skirt
may 9: classroom critters; painting lizards; roly polies; dinner
may 10: bunnies; blooms; birdie; yummy
may 11: garden goodness; mother's day bloom; pretend; breakfast for dinner
may 12: all the green books; new peas; fun colors; lunch

Sunday, May 07, 2017

may 1-6

may 1: pretty bed; pretty roses; paper flowers; painted flower

may 2: we met a police officer; kiddo painted flowers; the witch-baby; the pom tree
may 3: up with the sun; finding old poms; deconstructing jewelry; drinking my grape juice
may 4: berries in my oats; magnetic fun; more painted flowers; making discovery bottles
may 5: pretty sky; classroom fun; spider webs; finished flowers
may 6: pretty roses; new books; old pics; petals petals everywhere...

Monday, May 01, 2017

april 26-30

april 26: so long ukes; hello old friend; fresh harvest; first float of the year
april 27: snails in the classroom;fruit fest; butterfly blobs; classic flutters
april 28: hello dolly; heLLO dolly; hello pretty; hello sweet treats
april 29: beach flowers; kite festival; morning light; temple ade
april 30: happy stack; muffin bread; surprise sunrise; favorite things

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

april 20-25

april 20: garden petals; new bowls; coffee date; very late bday cake
april 21: fruity fun; old friends; breakfast; dinner
april 22: farmers market; robot friend; neighbor blooms; new greens
april 23: garden read; mister making; crow eating; dinner
april 24: my brother's fish; my mother's moon; a new capsule; red flax
april 25: all the playdough; color sorting; warm butterfly; cool butterfly

Friday, April 21, 2017

photo diary: april 14-19

april 14: collections; new blooms; happy orders; first backyard berries...
april 15: every year it blooms; luck; heirloom; fruit...
april 16: blooms; coffee; critter; easter egg....
april 17: new friend; cup of the day; new read; new hair...
april 18: old school grinder; the cup of the day; raindrops; list making
april 19: rainy day boots; old craftiness; cake time; tea at dusk

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

adventures in allergies

It's no secret that I have allergies. Oy, with the allergies already. For those not in the know, allergies are not just itchy eyes and sneezing. Allergies can be debilitating. Symptoms can often mimic a cold, what with the sniffles, congestion, and sore throatiness of it all. I often have these very symptoms plus wheezing, so much wheezing, and fatigue, I am not a fan of the fatigue, or the wheezing, breathing is kind of necessary, no?

Along with the general feeling of being unwell, the inability to breathe freely, the eczema, and the fatigue, I have nasal polyps which swell up making it more difficult to breathe through the nose. They also take away my sense of smell. We're talking complete absence of smell. It's a bit of a buzzkill and in all seriousness, has caused depression. Well, that and not being able to be as active as I used to be...wanders with the mister are very infrequent, and it truly saddens me.

I have tried numerous homeopathic and home remedies to no avail. I have altered my diet with no noticeable results. This year, I have finally found an allergist. You would think we would have more than a few to choose from here in wonderland, but for the past few years, there have been but two. Lucky for me, a new allergist joined the team and was accepting new patients, and I was one of them.

For my first appointment we did all the usual stuff and tests were ordered. Off I went for blood work, and a chest x-ray which showed my IgE levels were ripe and ready for me to take a drug called Xolair. I had researched Xolair many years ago for my asthma but I did not have insurance that would help me cover it, and it is spendy. Even now, with insurance, my cost for the first round was $250, and I would need to get an injection every two weeks...youch!

But I'm rambling here. I was anxious about this drug as I need to have an epipen* to take it. One of the side effects could be anaphylactic shock. Oof! I took to the internet to see what other people had experienced but couldn't find anything, which is why I am rambling here. I got my first shot today and thought I would write about what to expect and what was happening to me specifically. So here goes:

For your first injection, you need to be able to wait around afterwards for two hours. My office tells me this is for the first three times. So, I brought two books, and my laptop...go free wifi! They need to mix the drug and let it cure for 30 minutes so you are looking at a visit that will last around three hours, at least. I got there around 9:15 in the morning and was out by noon. No reaction, phew!

My allergist's office does shot clinics so it's all walk in. Luckily there was no one waiting when I got there. They mixed up my very spendy scary medicine and I waited for 30 minutes. They called me in and told me there would be three injections, all on the back of the arm. Two one side, one on the other. The amount of medicine you get would depend on your IgE levels, etc. The shot gal told me that the fluid was thick so it would take a while to inject. Nothing like sitting in an awkward position on a mauve colored chair in a doctor's office as a stranger squeezes at your arm fat to grasp purchase for a needle. It took her a good 15-20 seconds for each injection, and then I was free to hang out in the waiting room.

The chairs in the waiting room were the most uncomfortable things I have set my arse in, in a long time. Once the one other patient vacated the mini sofa, I moved over and settled in. I read one book and played many rounds of Candy Crush Jelly Saga, all the while nervously assessing my breathing. I did have my inhaler, two epi-pens, and a travel mug of water at the ready.

Two hours later, and I was good to go. I've been a bit wheezier than usual but it did rain yesterday and sometimes I respond unpleasantly to the after-rain. My arms sting a little where the injections were given and I have a very unpleasant headache camping out in the noggin. I go back in two weeks for my next round, let's hope all goes well and this headache is a one-time deal.

*My doctor told me that CVS pharmacy has generic epipens. I got a box with two pens for $30 total! Not sure if these would work for kiddos with severe allergies, etc. but it couldn't hurt to check it out as epipens can run around $200 and up!

Saturday, April 15, 2017

photo diary: april 7-13

april 7: rain blossom; dinner; socks; reads
april 8: carrizo super bloom; birdies; more birdies; happy washi
april 9: breakfast w a friend; and then coffee; new mushrooms; old streamers
april 10: organizing; homemade Thai soup; pom making; meet and making
april 11: rock stacking; bloom to be; crafting; all the eggs
april 12: so-so brew; brew clothes; backyard poppy; berries to be picked
april 13: berries in my yogurt; playdough cupcake; painting w eggs; pink pretty

Friday, April 07, 2017

photo diary: april 1-6

april 1: local berries, a wip, a gift, plans
april 2: pretty in a garden; new socks; visiting jay; pom blossoms
april 3: all the chickens; one big berry; smoothie bowl; new mitt
april 4: classroom mess; cascarones; backyard berries; drawing flowers
april 5: new garland; visiting crow; new mug; new apples
april 6: paint w veggies; making spring art; punching circles; salad time