After they were safely in the door of the theater, we were off on our own adventure. We love heading into downtown PDX with no real goals. One time, we parked the car and hopped on MAX, just wondering where we'd end up. Heck, the ride is only a few bucks, so why not? On that night, we ended up at the old Memorial Coliseum, where we purchased tickets to see the Portland Winter Hawks play! I hadn't been to a hockey game since 1984, so it was grand fun! Another time, we parked under the Fremont Bridge and watched some large ships heading down the Willamette River, toward the Columbia! It was a cool scene because there is a lot of traffic on the bridge, making lots of noise, which we hardly noticed, due to our focus on ships.
Now back to this evening...Friday, September 28, 2007; We parked the car in a lot and started walking. We went into 5 jam-packed eating establishments before we finally found one with less than a 30-minute wait. P.D.Chang's China Bistro was a score! The atmosphere was absolutely awesome! Noise, movement, roudy bar, quiet dining room...we, of course, ended up in the bar. Our waiter was Noah and he was a gorgeous, ding-batty hunk. I asked him to recommend dinner and I ordered what he suggested! Salt-and-pepper prawns over organic brown rice. I had a tall Widmer Hefeweizen with a twist of lemon! Hubby had spicy calamari, also with a tall brew! We left feeling satisfied and excited about our luck!
Of course, the concert didn't end until midnight, so we roamed about on-foot, just watching people, absorbing smells, and laughing.
1. (n.) Malfunction of the brain on a given thought process, usually occurring during an important situation.
Notes: Also: cranial flatulation, brain cloud, brain cramp
Submitted by: Anonymous, Topics: Behavior & Lifestyle, Health & Medicine
2. (pron.) When one conveniently forgets something just at the right moment when he or she is asked an important question. In the act of trying not to look stupid as one is they cover it up by indicating that they had a brain fart. Unlike a normal fart, these leave no revolting odor or any clue to their presence.
Example: Bob: "What day of the week is it today, Fred?" Fred: "It's chili day in the cafeteria!" Bob: "No!... I asked what day of the week!" Fred: "Oh, brain fart... It's Friday."
Submitted by: Herman_the_jewish_Dinosaur, Topics: Behavior & Lifestyle, Health & Medicine
Okay, now that I've spent some time developing background for all of you (in ESL, we now call this "frontloading"), I want to explain;
Yesterday while I was away from my office, assessing Kindergarten students in their classrooms, someone dropped a note off that said, "Looks like we don't have enough people to present to tomorrow, so the workshop is off."
Whew! What a relief. See, as a Trainer for our school district, I frequently have to conduct large group workshops which update our ELL staff on current research-based strategies, assessments, and programs for getting kids on-board with English...
Anyway, while driving into to work this morning, I happened to notice that a colleague had left me a message on my cell phone...so, I found out that we WERE doing the training.
Which leads to my brain fart.
I had to completely shift my thinking for the day and had no time to consider all that entails...
Now, I'm home, I've had a martini, and the brain fart has exploded.
That's it...not a real story...just one day in my life...
The start of my daughter's race! There were more than 200 girls running this particular race! It was amazing!
Mid-Course...I managed to run up some hills and found the girls running! I couldn't believe it! The had just come through the mud flats...about 3.5 miles into the run. Daughter was exhausted! I felt bad for her, in a way, knowing there were still many miles to go...The finish!This is where it all would end...
Sara, Coach Megan, Malory and Stewart after completing their races!
Team photo! Yeah...that's my girl in the middle. She's an animal!
During the awards ceremony. Everyone was all together on the hill. It had been a very long day...
The old table on the back patio...I've had this garden table for more than 15 years. Hubby wanted to "fix it up," and I had to explain, calmly, mind you, that it is exactly what I want it to be...
This beautiful planter has a history. I purchased it from a local artist. It is new, but it was cast in a found mold that was 150 years old. It's filled with mini-hyssop and cherrybelle campanula.
The tomatoes are bursting out! I picked more than 300 individuals on Tuesday!
A blurry view of my 75 gallon water garden. I bought this watering trough 7 years ago at a Philomath feed store. It's filled with mini-cattails, water iris, umbrella plant, and curly-rush. There is a 4-year-old goldfish in the tank who controls mosquitos. He is HUGE and very aggressive, killing any new fish I add to his territory.
The entry to our driveway.
My "Ma-maw Rose," I planted when my favorite grandmother died 2.5 years ago. She loved pink roses...and I loved her...
I'll be hacking down this volunteer Rudbekia (Black-Eyed Susan) on Sunday. It makes passing through this pathway almost impossible. I lassoed it up with some jute on Monday, as it had flopped over!
We are bad.
This is what happens when the Hubby goes out of town...
The entire house goes wild...
I apologize to my children's children...well, it might be a few years, but I feel I owe them that...
So, here's my apology:
I cannot reveal my actual weight, but I will say that the number of pounds is a palindrome.
If you aren't sure what that means, go back to your middle school math class.
Anyway, here's how I plan to deal with the issue:
1. New meds. My old meds for anxiety and sleep disorders aren't doing their job well anymore. I've been taking them for about 9 years and have a new doctor who says it's time to "move on."
2. Walking. Carnivorous Hippy and I took off today and did about 1.5 miles. Believe it or not, I drove back over the route we took, just to be sure.
3. Healthier eating (HA!) I love food. I desire it. However, I am very capable of eating well, so Hubby and I decided it's time to quit drinking so much beer and eating so much pizza. Besides, I'm going over my budget each month since we eat out so much...
4. Savor my new job. It's a miracle, folks!
5. Weigh myself everyday. I read it in a magazine.
6. Join Weight Watchers again this Winter.
That's a start. I am not fully dedicated, however. It helps to have a husband who really does love me "no matter what." I've never experienced this level of unconditional love...even from anyone in my family...well, except for my Ma-maw...but, she's gone now.
I don't want to be a palindrome anymore...unless, of course, the first digit is a 1 and the middle digit is a 5. (It's a 3-digit number).
When I was a kid, if I heard either of my little brothers vomitting, I'd vomit.
This evening, my neighbor came over, shouting my name in the driveway!
"Look what I caught in my fireplace!" She was holding a plastic bag. Immediately, I knew something bad would be coming, and the gagging began.
She asked my husband to help her with it..."IT" being an almost dead possum. It must have been stuck in the fireplace for quite some time and was barely alive. My husband has a very "manly" side to him, sometimes, and killing and disposing of possums is one of his favorite chores. In our old neighborhood, he committed genocide by completely ridding a full cul-de-sac of all possums.
I know, there are those of you who, right now, are saying, "Those cruel, cruel people." Well go ahead. You're welcome to come and relocate rodents anytime.
So, Hubby took the bag and decided he was going to whack it on the hard driveway surface!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I shouted, as I began gagging and choking. There was no way he'd be doin' that business here...so, instead he went down the block a ways and did his thing. In the end, the bag with the dead possum
ended up going in the garbage can.
My neighbor is one of my sweetest friends and I'm glad she knows she can come get help from Hubby anytime, since her husband left. However, I told her that next time, she's on her own when it comes to varmits!
Vrrroooom! The load of beautiful mint compost began its trip! I like hydraulics!
Wow! I might be working on this compost throughout the winter! There's about 12 yards of mint hay in there!
After the truck left, I threw Jim Dandy's "baby" on top of the steaming heap. He hesitated to climb up, but his teddy bear was not to be left behind...so, he jumped up the hill and snagged it!
This was my favorite clip on Sesame Street when it first aired. I was 6. It was 1969. We lived in Columbia, South Carolina. It came on in the evening. My parents had never experienced children watching TV at night, so it was a real paradigm shift for them...
Yep, that's right. One thing I DID have control over today was my throwing arm. I picked up a rubber boot sitting near the front door, after having a complete meltdown in my driveway and threw it right at a garage window. It felt so good that I picked up the 2nd boot and did the same thing.
Research has shown that the urge to throw, punch, or smash things does NOT relieve anxiety or anger. One doctor told me, after I once broke out the back window of our big Ford Bronco, that there is no conclusive evidence which demonstrates that such actions bring about relief nor calm. I agree. But, I still throw things. You know how we tell kids, "If you get real angry, punch a pillow,"? Well, think about it. NO kid feels better when they try this. It solves nothing.
My ex-husband used to taunt me when I was melting down. He quit doing that the day I threw my favorite Nelson-McCoy "pink and blue" sugar bowl at him from across the house. I'll admit, I have a good arm. It hit his knee and drew blood. Regardless of what research says, he did quit taunting me...
Lesson learned? Well, thank goodness the pharmacy was open today, even though it was a holiday. Thank goodness my pharmacist is a friend of mine. Thank goodness I recognized the glitch and went to get meds before taking out my hubby's truck's front window. The garage windows are cheap. A windshield? ...Thanks so much for "listening" and trying, for just a minute, to understand depression, anxiety, and insomnia. My mom is the same way. She takes the same meds. My daughter is appearing to have some of the same anxiety issues...