Sunday, January 24, 2010
Hi ol Friend,its been a'while...
I was visited last night. In my dreams..., one of THOSE dreams.Oh for christsake,just say it. A Titillating dream. What I really want to talk about though is the "why"? "Why"s it been so long since I was visited by a dream worthy of a steamy romantic novel. I just marked it off to another side effect of menopause, no more "those" kinda dreams. Before you get your undershirt in a tizzie,my "those dreams" are really relatively tame.,freakin weird actually. I mean the object of my romantic interest can be a completely weird ethereal aberration,like something from the LOST plot line. I guess the point is,I still got it. Father Time may have snatched away my "monthly visitor" but a girl can DREAM,can't she?
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Fudge
I can remember the sensation I had the first time I offered someone a piece of MY fudge and they said,,,NO , THANKYOU. My face flushed, I felt that drop in the pit of my stomach,I said ,IT"S FUDGE !! NO...REALLY? YOU.. DON'T..WANT.. ANY?! ? I still have not come to terms of the reality that two kinds of people exist in my universe, congregants of the Church of Fudge... and pagans. I mean do I still want a relationship with this fudge atheist? Now seriously I think y'all may be saying I need to explore this relationship that I have with this creamymeltinyourmouth .....(I may drool)nirvana (I'm F'n serious,NIRVANA!) thatI can produce out of my kitchen. Did I mention that my girls did an intervention on me last week? They both jumped me when I came home with pounds of butter and heavy cream ready to make a fudge experience in my kitchen,. and said....."no fudge making FOR ONE WEEK!!!" 'OK' I said. Just gives me time to meditate on my religion and have some thoughtful introspections about it. Did I mention that I booked three nights stay in San Diego? OMMMMMMMMMMMMMocha/maple/walnut/penuche/OMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
I can remember the sensation I had the first time I offered someone a piece of MY fudge and they said,,,NO , THANKYOU. My face flushed, I felt that drop in the pit of my stomach,I said ,IT"S FUDGE !! NO...REALLY? YOU.. DON'T..WANT.. ANY?! ? I still have not come to terms of the reality that two kinds of people exist in my universe, congregants of the Church of Fudge... and pagans. I mean do I still want a relationship with this fudge atheist? Now seriously I think y'all may be saying I need to explore this relationship that I have with this creamymeltinyourmouth .....(I may drool)nirvana (I'm F'n serious,NIRVANA!) thatI can produce out of my kitchen. Did I mention that my girls did an intervention on me last week? They both jumped me when I came home with pounds of butter and heavy cream ready to make a fudge experience in my kitchen,. and said....."no fudge making FOR ONE WEEK!!!" 'OK' I said. Just gives me time to meditate on my religion and have some thoughtful introspections about it. Did I mention that I booked three nights stay in San Diego? OMMMMMMMMMMMMMocha/maple/walnut/penuche/OMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Friday, January 15, 2010
Holy cow. What have I done. I have writers block...great blog so far,eh?
Heading out to San Diego today after I put my foot down and said,"I do not want to camp after a full work week. I'm booking a hotel!!!" I haven't given myself permission to get giddy yet (usually manifest itself in spontaneous bouts of loud off tune singing around the house-ya,you can tell mom's happy when she starts to sing,"I WANT SOME HOT STUFF BABY TONIGHT" acapela).
I have been pissy lately,in need of an adventure,away from home. and to entice the husband i dangled the proposition of a camping trip-(honestly I think he just wants to recap the 40 grand we have invested in our camping equipment,yes 40 grand. Did I mention we have joined the ranks of old people who book stays at KOAs-that's another story) .Anyway,knowing full well he can never say no to "camping" I got him to commit . Problems is, we live in LA county,ain't no such thing as spontaneity when planing a camping get away(no such thing as spontaneity period, in LA,not restaurants,movies,or camping. )So I found a last chance spot,right off highway 75 ,no hot showers,toilets, water,yadayada. He took the bait and then as they say,I did a bait and switch.....something like this transpires......he awakens bleary eyed and groggy and I attack(you see at this point I have been up 3 hours and have had 2 quarts high octane coffee).I am fortified,I say,"I do not want to camp ...I am tired...I have canceled the camping reservations and booked a hotel in San Diego instead." Then I wait.....after some whimpering and a quick counter attack y me,he doesn't even know what hit him....San Diego with its hotels and restaurants, here we come!!! Time to start sing ,"I WANT SOME HOT STUFF BABY TONIGHT!".
Heading out to San Diego today after I put my foot down and said,"I do not want to camp after a full work week. I'm booking a hotel!!!" I haven't given myself permission to get giddy yet (usually manifest itself in spontaneous bouts of loud off tune singing around the house-ya,you can tell mom's happy when she starts to sing,"I WANT SOME HOT STUFF BABY TONIGHT" acapela).
I have been pissy lately,in need of an adventure,away from home. and to entice the husband i dangled the proposition of a camping trip-(honestly I think he just wants to recap the 40 grand we have invested in our camping equipment,yes 40 grand. Did I mention we have joined the ranks of old people who book stays at KOAs-that's another story) .Anyway,knowing full well he can never say no to "camping" I got him to commit . Problems is, we live in LA county,ain't no such thing as spontaneity when planing a camping get away(no such thing as spontaneity period, in LA,not restaurants,movies,or camping. )So I found a last chance spot,right off highway 75 ,no hot showers,toilets, water,yadayada. He took the bait and then as they say,I did a bait and switch.....something like this transpires......he awakens bleary eyed and groggy and I attack(you see at this point I have been up 3 hours and have had 2 quarts high octane coffee).I am fortified,I say,"I do not want to camp ...I am tired...I have canceled the camping reservations and booked a hotel in San Diego instead." Then I wait.....after some whimpering and a quick counter attack y me,he doesn't even know what hit him....San Diego with its hotels and restaurants, here we come!!! Time to start sing ,"I WANT SOME HOT STUFF BABY TONIGHT!".
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