iPots

June 13th, 2005

Yeah…pot lids. I know, I know, don’t I have anything better to talk about than pot lids? But let me tell you, for the past 3 years, since we moved into our house, I have cursed at the pot and pan situation. We have two stacks of pots and pans and then the lids are leaning up, stacked on or just plain falling off the shelf every time I open the damn door.

I have often thought of purchasing a pan lid holder, but for some reason have never gotten around to it. Why it is these simple little things are always put off? Usually in our case, until we decide to sell the house and move on. Why?

Well, I decided to bite the bullet, go out and buy a $6 pot lid holder. I placed each pan lid in its individual holder, stepped back to get a good look at it and decide there and then that I have just given myself the best birthday present in the world.

Yes, if you don’t know or have forgotten tomorrow is Flag Day!

BLOCKED

June 12th, 2005

Okay, I have been given the head-nod by Adam to take a seat and write for a bit. Now that I have the chance, the first in what seems to be a very looooong time, I can’t think of a damn thing to say.

So, I am going to do an exercise that I used to do when I was reading The Artists Way. Typically this is done first thing in the morning to rid the mind of unwanted “stuff”, not at night, listening to music, the humming of the Shark ripping discs and my husband singing all the while sipping a glass of wine. Anyway, the exercise is to spontaneously write whatever comes into your head for 20 minutes. I will spear you the twenty minutes, but you will have to either read or skip what is written next. Here’s to cleansing my mind. The exercise will commence once I fill my wine glass.

Ok, ok, what to write. I love classical music; I hate hard, metal banging, ear piercing rock. I hope my babysitter will decide to come one afternoon a week this summer, I haven’t hard from her, what’s the deal? My body is tired. But I am looking forward to the triathlon this weekend. Should I throw chance to the wind and not learn how to change a tire and buy a pump, tire and repair kit? I was in the lake today for my first “open water” swim. Yeah, glad I did that! Swimming in the cold, dark depths is a far cry from the easy to see, clean pool that I did laps in. Adam is talking, yap, yap…talking about Blondie that is playing and Cheap Skate. Oh my god, I was never asked to roller skate dance with anyone at Cheap Skate. Everyone use to think I as a boy, it was heart breaking. Many tears were shed due to being called a boy. No breasts, short hair, I looked just like my brother so people always assumed we were twins. Which brings up another interesting point…Everyone who meets my brother has been asking if he is younger than me. NO! No, he is not! For the record, I have no problem with age; in fact, I really think I am going to come into myself once I hit my 40’s. Not that I am wanting my late thirties to go away but I wouldn’t say they have been totally smooth sailing. Oh there is so much to say, but why drone on about those things. Wait, he is still talking, doesn’t he know I am writing? Oh yeah, my age. Oh yeah, my birthday. Oh, how I love my birthday. I like to try to squeeze as much out of it as possible. It all really changed when the kids came along. Not that I don’t LOVE my birthday anymore, but I just don’t care to do as much with my birthday as I did before. I still remember a picture of me on my 30th birthday that Adam took; I was napping on the couch with CT (3 months old) on my chest. Ever since that birthday, things have changed. So, what do I like to get in on my day? The things that I consider wonderful and decadent or at least that I really like to do are: 1. Go to a coffee shop, drink coffee and read a book (alone) 2. Work out. 3. Have some good red wine. 4. Have cake. Really if you look at that list, I am an easy woman.

Oh god, I must stop writing. I am droning. Thanks for letting me do this. And don’t forget…Flag Day, June 14th, this Tuesday…MY 35th BIRTHDAY.

Here is to unblocking…cheers! Which makes me think of Aimee, how is that book coming, girl?

Mrs. Bickerson Wins

May 31st, 2005

Yes Mrs. Bickerson, you do win a prize for the first person to respond to the fun questions. By the way…you are FUNNY! So, I am sure you want to know what you win. Drum roll please, you win the title of Mary’s Favorite Personal Stalker!

All you ever wanted to know…

May 30th, 2005

My friend Peggy (HI PEG!) sent this to me via email. You know, you’re supposed to fill it out and send it back. Well, I decided I would fill it out and post it.

1. First name? Mary

2. Were you named after anyone? The Virgin Mary herself.

3. Do you wish on stars? Only if they are shooting.

4. When did you last cry? Hmmm…maybe three weeks ago. I am sure I could look back and check this blog but I am just too lazy. All I know is I’m not cry’n now.

5. Do you like your handwriting? It’s okay.

6. What is your favorite lunch meat? Smoked turkey

7. What is your birthdate? FLAG DAY PEOPLE. June 14th!!!! And don’t you forget it.

8. What is your most embarrassing CD? I am not much of a music buyer, but when I do purchase a CD they are sure to suck out loud. I think the last CD I bought was a Flamenco CD that I heard on MPR. Yes, I said Flamenco.

9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Hell yes.

10. Do you have a journal? I guess so.

11. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes, however, it doesn’t get me very far in my line of work.

12. What are your nicknames? Beth

13. Would you bungee jump? Yes, and jump out of a plane.

14. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? The only shoes with laces I own are running shoes and that would be a yes.

15. Do you think that you are strong? Physically, yes. I could kick my own brother’s ass.

16. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Chocolate with peanut butter in it.

17. Shoe Size? 7 ½ or 8 depending on the shoe.

18. Red or pink? Pink

19. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? My butt. I would never have plastic surgery on my face, even though the bags could use a lift, but give me an extra $10,000 and I would get an ass re-shaping.

20. Who do you miss most? Grandma Esther. She was something else.

21. Do you want everyone you sent this to, to send it back? No.

22. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Ugly brown shorts and black Birkenstocks.

23. What are you listening to right now? Etta James, Next Door to the Blues

24. Last thing you ate? BBQ ribs, corn on the cob, coleslaw, red wine, ice cream & coffee

25. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Sparkly pink (they have sparkly kinds now)

26. Last person you talked to on the phone? My mother-in-law

28. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Lips

29. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yes!

30. Favorite Drink: Red wine & coffee

31. Alcohol: No one should live without it.

32. Hair Color: Dark Brown

33. Favorite sport: Diving

34. Do you wear contacts? No

35. Favorite Food? Apple pancake at the Original Pancake House.

36. Last Movie You Watched? The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. Actually, we have started and stopped the movie three times due to me falling asleep. Really, it’s not due to the movie, I’m just lame.

37. Favorite day of the Year? Flag Day (see # 7). If you didn’t make note of this day before, here is your second chance.

39. Summer or winter? Summer. I like it hot enough to be naked all the time, but only after my re-shaping.

40. Hugs or Kisses? Why choose?

41. What Is Your Favorite Dessert? I can’t pick one. I love them all except Crème Brule.

42. Most likely to respond? Erik or Mrs. Bickerson

43. Least Likely To Respond? My mother.

44. Living Arrangements? A van down by the river with cats and kids.

45. What Books Are You Reading? Truth & Beauty by Ann Patchett, Triathlon Training by Eric Harr & any number of child rearing books that are shoved in my bedside table.

46. What’s On Your Mouse Pad? I don’t have a mouse pad.

47. What Did You Watch Last Night? 10:00 p.m. news, I fell asleep.

48. Favorite Smells? Lilacs and Lavender

49. Favorite Sounds? My kids laughing, water and silence

50. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles

51. What’s the farthest you’ve been from home? Hawaii

52. Do you have a special talent? I can stick my whole fist in my mouth. And yes Peg, I will show you at the family reunion in a few weeks.

Go ahead…try it (not your fist, the questions) its fun! Than post it in my comments section.

T’s

May 24th, 2005

Cool t-shirts, 10 bucks. Watch out, you might waste your entire afternoon looking through them, I did.

Skittling

May 18th, 2005

Last night, before I got into bed, I asked Adam is Sudafed would keep me awake if I took it before bedtime. He assured me that it would have no harmful side effects, especially if I took it before bed.

So, I happily popped the little red pills into my mouth, looking for some relief from my head full of snot. I fell fast asleep until about 11:00 pm, at least that’s when I first remember seeing the clock, and then from then on out every two hours or so until daybreak.

Oh, it wasn’t that I couldn’t sleep. It was because I was dreaming in Technicolor. My dreams were so vivid and so real that I kept thinking I was literally living them at that very moment. On two occasions I found myself up and out of bed, searching for the kids that I knew were awake and in my room. On another occasion, I woke myself up because I was shouting so loudly, someone was putting something in their mouth that was surely going to choke them to death.

It was so f*&^%$-up! I couldn’t believe it. Those dreams just kept coming. Once fully awake I would find myself shaking my head and needing to get a drink of water, yet another side effect of Sudafed, dry mouth.

Even though my nose is still dripping like a faucet and my head feels as packed as a cotton stuffed dry-socket, I don’t think I’ll be reaching for those little red pills tonight. I don’t want to be responsible for what might happen.

This might be…

May 17th, 2005

Just up my alley. Now, I’m not talking about watching, I’m talking about joining!

Me and Toad

May 16th, 2005

I was digging around in the garden the other day and out of the corner of my eye I saw something move. I turned my head to see a great big’ol toad. He was perfect, all big and lumpy and slow. I petted his back, so he would pee, and then I picked him up.

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I have always loved toads. When I was little, my parents had these big window wells that any small child from 5 to 10 years of age could fit in, hide and also find a plethora of toads and salamanders (damn I loved those guys too, but that is for another time). During the summers, my brother and I would root out all the animals that lived in the window wells and play with them.

Per my mother, I had such an affinity for these green creatures that I would choose one special toad and play with only that one all day. I would mainly swing on the swing set with it, me showing my new friend how high we could swing and he squished between my hand and the rusty chain links. Then I would pet him, make him have races with the other toads, let our cat chase after him, snuggle with him, try to feed him and then at the end of the day my mother would come out and pry that day’s dead toad out of my hand while I cried and pleaded to play with it for just one more minute.

Good to see ya again toad!

Thinking

May 10th, 2005

Whenever I rake the grass in the spring, I wonder if it feels good to the earth. Like a great scalp massage when you’re getting your hair cut.

Funk this

April 27th, 2005

What gives? I totally want out. Out of this fog, this funk, these last few days of blasé. Not that misery loves company, but it does make me feel a little better. I have asked several of my friends about their “state” and funny enough, I hear them singing the same sad song. Is it the weather or the barometric pressure that is the cause of this? I think we all may have a little something that isn’t so right, but not SO wrong either, and then the weather brushes over the top and just adds the right amount of yuck to concoct a sort of not right with the worldness.

My deal is this…I just don’t feel motivated to do much of anything. You know, the laundry, working out, the dishes, cleaning up cat vomit from two days ago, and all my other little “to do” items that I have written down. What I do find myself wanting to do is drink coffee, eat sugar and yes dabble in the red wine a touch or a touch too much. Maybe it is that time of the month. Now your saying to yourself, well shouldn’t you know honey? Actually, I don’t know. With breastfeeding for almost a year and the IUD, who knows what the heck is going on with my inside lady parts. So it could be, but then again, maybe not.

Let’s just hope for all our sakes, the sakes of our husbands, children, significant others and extended family members that the sun comes out, the haze lifts and we all can be right with the world again very soon.

And now that it has been written, let it be so!