I love the springtime so much. The little yellow dots of dandelions in the newly thickening grass. Birds chirping their lovely little songs, unsettling my little felines to no end. But I love it. Promise of anew.
My little cousin was born right on the beginning of spring, and I could not want a child more. How frightening. But elating.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Other than slowly planning a wedding as frugally as possible...and e-Baying my little heart out, I've been roaming through these last few months with my wits not about me, so to say. My mind is elsewhere, though I couldn't even say where. A distraction of sorts. Maybe it's trying to look for something good in all of this. I need a change but I don't know what. And change is inevitable now that Travis is graduating (Yay!) and is looking for paid internships elsewhere...and I will happily accompany him.
I can't deal with this Upstate NY stuff any longer, and anyone who is from here knows exactly what I'm talking about. Lake effect this and 6-12" that, (and not in the good way). Bitter cold and frozen snot and scraping off an SUV that is far bigger than I...no thank you. I hear the more south I go, the bigger the bugs get. But you know, I'm starting to not really, uh be totally f-ing petrified of those friggin creepy crawlies ahhhhhhhh.....
Sorry. Where was I. Apparently somewhere more south of here.
Recent events haven't helped the situation. Awhile back, Travis and I had a 'falling out' of sorts with two of our close friends and we've been trying to figure out the best way to deal with the situation. I tried the whole Oasis 'Don't Look Back in Anger' thing but I don't know. It's not so easy to forgive and forget when four months pass and not one call is returned.
So, we tried to give it another shot. That is Erin and myself. We set up a Scrabble date, one of our fave past-times, and I was hoping to clear the air and talk about (as Jimmy Fallon as Barry Gibb would say) "real important issues". But we never quite got to that. I suddenly found myself lost for words when I thought I had it all figured out. We chatted about everything else and that was it. I guess all I really wanted to know was if it's over or not. Can we really go back to those days of drinking beers and playing games when there has been this interruption, this falling out...but maybe it's the way it supposed to be.
After she left, I immediately called Gina my fabulous lady friend and told her that I'm glad she's my friend because I can tell her anything. ANYTHING. I don't believe there is anyone I've ever been more candid with than her---whether it's talking about extraordinarily personal topics, having long talks while we pee, or just being a fellow fag hag...
That's about all I have patience to write at the moment. Sorry about the absenteeism. We're too cheap to get internet at home so I must stick to libraries and free wifi and using relatives computers.
I can't wait for the delicious pot roast my bro is making for dinner! Followed by some pitch or possibly some Scattergories (my fave!) or Sequence...we'll see.
peace!
I can't deal with this Upstate NY stuff any longer, and anyone who is from here knows exactly what I'm talking about. Lake effect this and 6-12" that, (and not in the good way). Bitter cold and frozen snot and scraping off an SUV that is far bigger than I...no thank you. I hear the more south I go, the bigger the bugs get. But you know, I'm starting to not really, uh be totally f-ing petrified of those friggin creepy crawlies ahhhhhhhh.....
Sorry. Where was I. Apparently somewhere more south of here.
Recent events haven't helped the situation. Awhile back, Travis and I had a 'falling out' of sorts with two of our close friends and we've been trying to figure out the best way to deal with the situation. I tried the whole Oasis 'Don't Look Back in Anger' thing but I don't know. It's not so easy to forgive and forget when four months pass and not one call is returned.
So, we tried to give it another shot. That is Erin and myself. We set up a Scrabble date, one of our fave past-times, and I was hoping to clear the air and talk about (as Jimmy Fallon as Barry Gibb would say) "real important issues". But we never quite got to that. I suddenly found myself lost for words when I thought I had it all figured out. We chatted about everything else and that was it. I guess all I really wanted to know was if it's over or not. Can we really go back to those days of drinking beers and playing games when there has been this interruption, this falling out...but maybe it's the way it supposed to be.
After she left, I immediately called Gina my fabulous lady friend and told her that I'm glad she's my friend because I can tell her anything. ANYTHING. I don't believe there is anyone I've ever been more candid with than her---whether it's talking about extraordinarily personal topics, having long talks while we pee, or just being a fellow fag hag...
That's about all I have patience to write at the moment. Sorry about the absenteeism. We're too cheap to get internet at home so I must stick to libraries and free wifi and using relatives computers.
I can't wait for the delicious pot roast my bro is making for dinner! Followed by some pitch or possibly some Scattergories (my fave!) or Sequence...we'll see.
peace!
Friday, January 16, 2009
and another thing!
Oops, I almost forgot. Check out travisandmarissa.blogspot.com for wedding stuffs!
And a little video of a certain little cat playing her favorite game...
And a little video of a certain little cat playing her favorite game...
a brain fart
No, I didn't forget about this space reserved just for me in Cyber-land, I've simply failed to update all those times I reminded myself to. I'm actually quite busy on the cellular level.
Busy indeed, planning a wedding in 230 days. And I can't believe it's almost been one year to the date that we even got engaged in the first place. I think it's actually given me too much time to plan. I am ready! I'm not sure I can wait any longer!
Our little kitties keep us busy too---especially the little one, Prudence aka Copycat, because she's that typical little sis always following in the much larger footprints of her big bro, Mayfield. Albeit he doesn't venture around as much as his curious companion, he prefers to plop down on his side about ten seconds after entering the room/changing sleeping positions/playing. It seems the only time he's energetic is when we're trying to sleep and he's trying to capture whatever it is that's moving under the blankets. Prudence, however, is always ready to play....especially fetch. Now, we're not sure where she learned this amazing little trick or if she's just confused about what kind of domesticated animal she is. She's also the most vocal little lady I've ever heard. Whether she's hungry, lost her ball or trying to grab Mr. Mayfield's attention, she'll let you know all about it.
Other than that, I've been trying to motivate myself to get out more, but the subzero temperatures are not helping! Part of it is that I actually like being alone and having alone time. I find it very peaceful to just sit and read a magazine in my own space. Or play guitar. It's going to be hard to leave the apartment we're in, even though it's a mixed bag...good things v bad things. Good being the cheap rent, the amazing amount of space, the only place I've known as home other than my parents' house. The bad being the geographic location (the scenic yet torrential Paris Hill, where you can experience the harshest of all elements in a day), the outdated electricity, the basic falling apart-edness of the house. Oh, and one more to tip the scale...just found out that my downstairs neighbor is a two-time, checked-the-facts-out-online, sex offender. *Sigh*
Okay, on that topic...I realize that perhaps there were extenuating circumstances that led this guy to get charged, albeit if he's guilty or not. But the fact is, it makes me uncomfortable and I already felt like he was a seedy character, even just based on looks alone. Not gon' lie. I judged a book by it's cover and I feel that familywatchdog.us justified my convictions. But the problem here is that you can't discriminate. He's married now and that was 8 short years ago. So what if I don't like that the only song he plays on the electric guitar is Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas, he pays his rent on time so we're stuck with him, rapist or not.
Anyhoo, that is my update for the time being. Happy new year!
Busy indeed, planning a wedding in 230 days. And I can't believe it's almost been one year to the date that we even got engaged in the first place. I think it's actually given me too much time to plan. I am ready! I'm not sure I can wait any longer!
Our little kitties keep us busy too---especially the little one, Prudence aka Copycat, because she's that typical little sis always following in the much larger footprints of her big bro, Mayfield. Albeit he doesn't venture around as much as his curious companion, he prefers to plop down on his side about ten seconds after entering the room/changing sleeping positions/playing. It seems the only time he's energetic is when we're trying to sleep and he's trying to capture whatever it is that's moving under the blankets. Prudence, however, is always ready to play....especially fetch. Now, we're not sure where she learned this amazing little trick or if she's just confused about what kind of domesticated animal she is. She's also the most vocal little lady I've ever heard. Whether she's hungry, lost her ball or trying to grab Mr. Mayfield's attention, she'll let you know all about it.
Other than that, I've been trying to motivate myself to get out more, but the subzero temperatures are not helping! Part of it is that I actually like being alone and having alone time. I find it very peaceful to just sit and read a magazine in my own space. Or play guitar. It's going to be hard to leave the apartment we're in, even though it's a mixed bag...good things v bad things. Good being the cheap rent, the amazing amount of space, the only place I've known as home other than my parents' house. The bad being the geographic location (the scenic yet torrential Paris Hill, where you can experience the harshest of all elements in a day), the outdated electricity, the basic falling apart-edness of the house. Oh, and one more to tip the scale...just found out that my downstairs neighbor is a two-time, checked-the-facts-out-online, sex offender. *Sigh*
Okay, on that topic...I realize that perhaps there were extenuating circumstances that led this guy to get charged, albeit if he's guilty or not. But the fact is, it makes me uncomfortable and I already felt like he was a seedy character, even just based on looks alone. Not gon' lie. I judged a book by it's cover and I feel that familywatchdog.us justified my convictions. But the problem here is that you can't discriminate. He's married now and that was 8 short years ago. So what if I don't like that the only song he plays on the electric guitar is Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas, he pays his rent on time so we're stuck with him, rapist or not.
Anyhoo, that is my update for the time being. Happy new year!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
It's beginning to look a lot like...that time of year I hate.
Snowy, snowy day here in the wonderful Upstate NY region, you know, you know just a little south and little east of those wonderful Great Lakes. It's very beautiful, I admit, looking out the big windows in the aforementioned house that I am sitting for again...the backyard is all blanketed in white, and it appears to be extremely blustery. I find it nicer inside. It's cozy here with a blanket, a cup of tea and I Love Lucy on the tube.
Other than that, not too much else is happening here other than SNOW. Tonight, we're supposed to go see Anthony (formerly known as BFF), Harley and Vinny perform at the Tramontane Coffee Shop as Draculatron. Plus I get to see my lovely Duchess G perform tonight for the first time. That is, if we're not snowed in.
Last weekend we went to the annual record fair and scored big!! $80 bought us about 50 records, including The Beatles' "Revolver", some CCR, alot of Clapton and Cream, unfortunately too much Dylan for my taste, Johnny Cash, a Simon and Garfunkel when we thought there couldn't possibly be more, and, the first box of $2.00 records that I began pawing through, I found an amazing 1986 'Til Tuesday album!!!!! Wooo! Aimee Mann in her punkish phase, with white-blonde hair and a rattail braid to match. "Welcome Home" is simply fantastic. She has yet to fail me. (Ok, "Superball" I said it.)
So, that dreaded holiday season is upon us and sorry to surprise any of you out there who didn't know I'm a total scrooge! I suppose it doesn't help that Travis and I are torn between families and each other. Being a scrooge, of course, doesn't mean that I can't have 90% of my shopping done. And on a budget!
In speaking of a budget, how would I go about selling my skills at being frugal and wedding planning on a budget, ebaying, secondhand store owner...? I need some sort of snazzy title or catchphrase...
Dryer buzzed, gotta go fold some clothes!
Other than that, not too much else is happening here other than SNOW. Tonight, we're supposed to go see Anthony (formerly known as BFF), Harley and Vinny perform at the Tramontane Coffee Shop as Draculatron. Plus I get to see my lovely Duchess G perform tonight for the first time. That is, if we're not snowed in.
Last weekend we went to the annual record fair and scored big!! $80 bought us about 50 records, including The Beatles' "Revolver", some CCR, alot of Clapton and Cream, unfortunately too much Dylan for my taste, Johnny Cash, a Simon and Garfunkel when we thought there couldn't possibly be more, and, the first box of $2.00 records that I began pawing through, I found an amazing 1986 'Til Tuesday album!!!!! Wooo! Aimee Mann in her punkish phase, with white-blonde hair and a rattail braid to match. "Welcome Home" is simply fantastic. She has yet to fail me. (Ok, "Superball" I said it.)
So, that dreaded holiday season is upon us and sorry to surprise any of you out there who didn't know I'm a total scrooge! I suppose it doesn't help that Travis and I are torn between families and each other. Being a scrooge, of course, doesn't mean that I can't have 90% of my shopping done. And on a budget!
In speaking of a budget, how would I go about selling my skills at being frugal and wedding planning on a budget, ebaying, secondhand store owner...? I need some sort of snazzy title or catchphrase...
Dryer buzzed, gotta go fold some clothes!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Well you just might find...
It's Friday afternoon and I am house-sitting for Travis' parents, one of my favorite things to do. I find myself in a sea of delicious yet low-fat munchies, the kind that are always too expensive to buy...endless bottles of red wine (if I like red wine, that is...Travis lucks out) and a wonderfully big bathtub...Okay, technically I am cat-sitting but their princess Fiona isn't quite keen on her catsitter, moi.
But right now I'm in the basement in the midst of an unproductive workout...Hey, I did 10 whole sit-ups on the big purple ball...I'm in between reps. I got to wandering and found Travis' old brown rug from a previous apartment that will cover-up those beer stains in front of the couch quite nicely...I also came across some maps, maps are so interesting to me...places I've been, places I haven't been and incidentally that question that's been lingering in my system for quite some time now...where will we live once we're married? All the choices, all the dealbreakers. Lake effect snow? Con. Potential hurricane/earthquake/war? All cons. Big City. Con. Lack of social healthcare (there, I said it)...CON. In looking at the maps of the great ol' US of A I found a whopping 6 states...will it be Vermont? New Hampshire? New York? Montana? Wyoming? Colorado? And don't forget about America's hat...CANADA!
On another note...I'm really excited to see Jon Stewart tonight! He's speaking at Hamilton College and we have tickets. I'm also really excited to wait in line for a speaker at Hamilton College and actually get to see said speaker. Four or Five Novembers ago, I waited in subzero temperatures to get to see Bill Clinton only to be turned away.
Alright, back to those fab-ab sit-ups.
But right now I'm in the basement in the midst of an unproductive workout...Hey, I did 10 whole sit-ups on the big purple ball...I'm in between reps. I got to wandering and found Travis' old brown rug from a previous apartment that will cover-up those beer stains in front of the couch quite nicely...I also came across some maps, maps are so interesting to me...places I've been, places I haven't been and incidentally that question that's been lingering in my system for quite some time now...where will we live once we're married? All the choices, all the dealbreakers. Lake effect snow? Con. Potential hurricane/earthquake/war? All cons. Big City. Con. Lack of social healthcare (there, I said it)...CON. In looking at the maps of the great ol' US of A I found a whopping 6 states...will it be Vermont? New Hampshire? New York? Montana? Wyoming? Colorado? And don't forget about America's hat...CANADA!
On another note...I'm really excited to see Jon Stewart tonight! He's speaking at Hamilton College and we have tickets. I'm also really excited to wait in line for a speaker at Hamilton College and actually get to see said speaker. Four or Five Novembers ago, I waited in subzero temperatures to get to see Bill Clinton only to be turned away.
Alright, back to those fab-ab sit-ups.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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