Friday, November 28, 2008



photo credits to Martin

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Ask and Ye Shall Receive

What was it I was wishing for yesterday? A laptop, you say? Well, as so very many other necessities and desires have fallen into my lap (get it, lap?!), so has exactly that. Neighbor Teri gave me her old one. It's not ancient, it powers up, it will connect to the internet once I get a router (are you listening, universe?) and it was free (to me, anyway.) I know I've rambled on and on at times about how blessed I am and how wondrous my friends are, but seriously. Seriously. My life is flat-out charmed.

So Martin and I played the roles of "Unconventional Separated Couple" again today. He brought over turkey, ham and dressing while I made a roasted vegetable tart, mashed sweet potatoes and pumpkin cheesecake. We enjoyed a lovely lunch that was reasonably stress-free then he swept the kids off to a movie while I went to work to prepare and serve dinner. All in all, nothing shy of a dandy day.

And for that I'm grateful. Happy Thanksgiving.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The Match Game

I've concluded that a laptop would greatly improve my productivity. I would blog more often, I might email you more frequently, perhaps my bills would be paid and my bank register kept current. Though I love all parts of my home, the basement is a fairly chilly place this time o' year, and I'm frequently competing with the kids for computer time. I'm considering standing in line at 4 a.m. on Friday, hoping to snag a cheapo, but knowing me, I won't. Perhaps I should just have a Laptop Fun Run and ask for sponsorships. I ran 10.5 miles yesterday. Wanna donate?

I've enjoyed my three days off this week. Sleeping late, hanging with friends, watering plants, surfing Match.com.

Yup. I did it. I'd been considering looking into it since I moved out, but a series of events stemming from a silly night out with Chef convinced me that bar hopping must be the worst possible way to spend my free evenings. And with the wisdom I gained from my first months on MySpace, I'm already filtering out a solid 95% of the incoming mail. I'm not seeking everlasting love there. A few nights of entertainment along with a smidge of romance would be nice. And if something real comes along, I'll enjoy that ride as well. I certainly didn't expect three months of magic when I met Wasabi Boy. I'm open to whatever comes my way.

Hasn't that been my recurring theme of late?

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Emily the Thirteenth

I vividly remember when my home pregnancy test gave me two little blue lines for the very first time that I grinned at Martin and said, "We're going to have a teenager!" Lo and behold, I proved myself right. As of 8:45 p.m. this evening, my dear sweet 9 lb. 2 oz. Emily turned into a 5'5" thirteen year old. I'm perfectly aware that the challenges that I've faced thus far have been nothing compared to what I'm likely to encounter in the next several years (lest we forget there are two more waiting in the wings). What a crazy ride we're all enjoying!

With the recent dissolution of our marriage, Martin and I have tried to keep things amicable -- especially when we're around the kids. We want to maintain as much of a sense of normalcy tied to special days as well. So tonight
I headed over to Martin's house and we had a family birthday celebration. Em requested a fondue dinner so Martin kindly obliged and her dessert wish was shortbread cookies which I happily prepared. We all stood around the kitchen island like we have so many times and shared a meal and chit chat and love. It was a lot of fun and I hope to continue our family traditions in our own non-traditional ways.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

My Big Fat Greek Housewarming

It had been four weeks to the day since Concert Katrina and I victoriously moved a pretty fair sum of belongings from Horton St. to Delmar when it only seemed appropriate to open up the new house to any one daring enough to subject themselves to my rusty hostess skills. And lucky for me, 25 folks came.

Last night my home was filled with fun and food and friends. I served a Greek-ish spread of felafel, hummus, tzatziki, pita, spinach rice balls, gyro meat, pasta salad, a couple of other sides and even though I said you'd be the second to know when I made it (and clearly, you're not), the Greek Yogurt Cheesecake with Ouzo Poached Figs. I'm fairly certain no one went hungry and Hostess Treat Claudia experienced her first Mediterranean meal. (I'm ready for you to come over again -- it's been 24 hours, after all). I'd never made felafel from scratch and the cheesecake was a first for me too, but luckily no one gagged (at least not in my presence) and I really had a great time making the dishes.

It was fun to introduce my friends to each other too. A few readers were in attendance and I was able to put faces with nicknames. Chef, who has more dirt on me than anyone around, kept my dignity reasonably intact (to the best of my knowledge). MySpace Steve and his new love came by along with a couple of their friends (I have an adventure to share about them -- someday soon), Mrs. Diggs and her brood joined in, Wasabi Boy stopped in for awhile, Activities Assistant (we've got to get you a kitschy name, Josh) brought an HCC volunteer and her boyfriend. Bummed Billy didn't make it. And on that note, there were so many others I would have loved to have shown off. Know that you're all welcome any time. This house is very eager to have you to come over.

And after I tidied up the chaos this morning, my home thanked me and gave me a big hug. It's ready for more.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

I hate it when I can't come up with a clever title

Ok. So most of you might have figured out that I had sweet, sweet dreams on Tuesday night. I continue to get goosebumps when the reality of the election and all that it encompassed sinks in. And it happens in little pieces. A snippet of news. A glance at a leftover yard sign. The notion that my children will see someone who is dynamic and intelligent and brave and strong leading this country.

And then some moron hitting on me at the Girl Scout meeting tells me he's disappointed that he got elected and that Obama refuses to put his hand over his heart during the pledge because of his religion brings me back to the reality of living in Kansas with a bunch of backwards-ass idiots. And that I might need to ease back on my friendly-to-everyone demeanor. Because the last thing I want to attract are Nascar lovin', gun wavin', don't-know-what-NPR-is kinda guys.

But mostly I'm just happy.

And I've been trying to think of all of the blog-worthy events that have happened that I've not had a chance to tell you. And here's one of many. I'll pass on the gory details of too much Scotch and photos that have been sworn to secrecy and I'll just post a pic of MySpace Steve and me at his ex-wife's Halloween party (they're my divorce role models). I had a blast. Though I'm not sure at what I'm gazing.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

No Rest for the Hopeful

I'm afraid to go to sleep tonight. Four years ago, I cautiously dozed off, television in the background, hoping the vote count in Ohio that was too close to call before midnight would turn the state blue. But a rude awakening slapped me across the face and I've been mourning the results since. And I'm not even going to mention (oh, I guess I am) the previous election that was so unethically stolen from the rightful winner that our founding fathers most certainly rolled over in their graves and considered a return trip to England.

So here I sit, listening to pundits and politicians carefully hint to me that my favorite front runner since way back when might very well become the 44th president of these United States. And I don't think I'll hit the sack until McCain concedes. This is the most important election in my lifetime. An aging Supreme Court is of enormous concern to me and an Obama win would comfort me greatly, likely continuing the trend of a fairly balanced bench.

There are, of course, numerous other important reasons that this win is so critical in my mind. And I know some of you will wake to your own sad reality tomorrow. I just hope it's the minority of my readers who share that sentiment. The bulk of us will be joyous for the next four years knowing that our passions and efforts have been worthwhile and a promise of change will be realized.