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Won’t use LEFT MARGIN ALIGNMENT again! However… my next post will have fellow blogger portraits (probably Monday, so come back and see!).
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See you in a week! Love to you all ;o)
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Our trip to Walmart the other day began with a cheerful welcome BEFORE the cheerful Welcomer (he hoped I would enjoy my visit that day) in a tray full of blooming red and orange ranunculus (by the end of this post you, too, might master the spelling of ranunculus without the spell checker). Only $1.98 each; I’ll take 3! We were there for toothbrushes and hair conditioner but came home with: a Barbie movie (Piper’s been REALLY good at going to bed), The Holiday movie (not an award winner but Jude Law stole the show), black forest ham (worth the price difference from the watered-down variety), roast beast (have always called it that; pay for the better cut) for French Dippin’ (however, cannot find McCormick’s Au Jus seasoning without ordering a case of it online so I now make mine from scratch with a can of beef broth, bouillon and spices), breads (croissants that were day-old that will probably get tossed because I’ve waited too long to make chicken salad for them, 100% whole wheat sliced loafs and hoagie buns for the FD’s), Diego yogurt (no Dora today), the toothbrushes and conditioner (at least I got what I came for), bananas (let Piper pick this time; won’t next time because they freckled too fast – not that I’m opposed to freckles, mind you, just not on my bananas) and cottage cheese (we do NOT get the low-fat version… what’s the point?).
When we were in the hair care and dental aisle (guys, stop reading at this point if the feminine hygiene product talk freaks you out), Piper saw the maxi-pads & tampons and got excited! “Mom! Look! Those are for YOU! You USE those! YOU can buy some!” Yeah, thanks.
I planted the ranunculus in a tiny container that hangs on my porch near the doorbell. Ben didn’t notice them when he walked in so I made him go back and check them out. He giggled, said they looked nice then asked how long they’d live (I have a habit of killing little potted plants – especially the flowering variety).
So, in honor of my ranunculus (got the spelling down by now?) I would like to introduce you to my world of containerized plants (the rest are indoors and have been slightly alive for a while now)…

My Target $11.00 lamp and
a cutting from Grandpa’s tree
on an old trunk Dorothy gave me
Part of Grandpa’s tree looking out one of our windows
(nice view, isn’t it? There’s more where that came from.)
Q: What’s been making you happy
these last couple days of nice weather?
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This song was cowritten by one of my bestie’s brothers.
His song, “Third Rock from the Sun”, provided the title of the hit TV series a few years ago. Tony Martin often has two or more songs in the country top twenty at the same time. Tony’s songwriting credits include George Strait’s “Go On” and “Living And Living Well,” plus Tim McGraw’s “Just To See You Smile,” Sara Evans’ “No Place That Far,” Lee Ann Womack’s “I’ll Think Of A Reason Later,” Joe Diffie’s “Third Rock From The Sun,” Martina McBride’s “Whatever You Say,” Mark Wills’ “Jacob’s Ladder,” Sammy Kershaw’s “Politics, Religion And Her” and George Strait’s “Baby’s Gotten Good At Goodbye.”
As the story goes, his teenage daughter had just lost a friend to death. In talking with his little girl about her sadness, what she remembered most about their friendship and the things she’d miss, she couldn’t think of the specifics and instead summed it up with this one sentence… I miss my friend.
I Miss My Friend, sung by Darryl Worley
written by Mark Nessler/Tom Shapiro/Tony Martin
I miss my friend
The one my heart and soul confided in
The one I felt the safest with
The one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again
And let the light back in
I miss my friend
I miss the colors that you brought into my life
Your golden smile, those blue-green eyes
I miss your gentle voice in lonely times like now
Saying it’ll be alright
I miss my friend
The one my heart and soul confided in
The one I felt the safest with
The one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again
And let the light back in
I miss my friend
I miss those times
I miss those nights
I even miss the silly fights
The making up
The morning talks
And those late afternoon walks
I miss my friend
The one my heart and soul confided in
The one I felt the safest with
The one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again
And let the light back in
I miss my friend
Q: Sometimes, do you just miss your friend?
A: I do. There are a lot of people in my life, I could want for nothing, but sometimes I sit back and wonder about a long-lost friend and think… I miss my friend. Then I get up and eat some cake.
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Y’all know I’m not Chinese, but I like Chinese people, Americanized Chinese Food, Feng Shui, bento, Buddha, rice, the color red, bamboo, paper lanterns, dragons, watercolor, inari maki and lettering.
My 1/2 bath on the main floor is decorated with Asian flare: the walls & ceiling are painted a dark chocolate brown, a golden wooden Buddha sits in the corner on the floor, a small ornate stool waits under the sink for the vertically challenged, smooth stones rest in the bowl of the sink with handmade soaps settled within, matchstick blinds are attached along the 1/2 bottom of the walls running up and down, a hundred year old handmade apron from China (thanks Sandra) hangs above the toilet, 6 votive candles rest patiently upon the shelf next to a miniature Chinese plate (thanks Steph) and brown textured candles. A giant painted fan from San Fransisco in muted colors of green, beige and gray spreads along the largest wall (Buddist friends of mine told me the writing on the fan means prosperity, good luck and peace).
According to Wikipedia, my Chinese Zodiac animal is the Boar (good thing, because I like pork). I knew that from the first time I met my bio-dad, Gary, and his wife, Jo, 10 years ago. We went to a museum in Portland that had Asian artifacts on display. They bought me a small card that identified my Zodiac according to my birthdate. A couple years ago when vacationing on the Oregon coast (I love it there), I came across a solitary urban-style necklace with my Zodiac on it that now hangs in my bathroom when I’m not wearing it. Think I’ll have to put it on today.
According to customary superstition, the Pig type is usually an honest, straightforward and patient person (I don’t know about ‘patient’ but the rest is certainly true). They are a modest, shy character (not so much) who prefers to work quietly behind the scenes (believe it or not, I do). When others despair, they are often there to offer support (mm-hm). This type of person is reserved with those they do not know too well (wish that were true), but as time passes and they gain confidence, those around them may discover a lively and warm-hearted person (and more tender-hearted than anyone realizes) behind that mask of aloofness. Despite those born in the year of pig having a wide circle of friends and acquaintances, they have few close friends who understand them and share their inner thoughts and feelings (this is COMPLETELY true, came to that conclusion just recently). It is easy to put trust in pig type; they won’t let you down and will never even attempt to do so (true dat). Such people simply want to do everything right according to social norms (‘want’ being the active word).
Also according to customary superstition, that these people are not vengeful creatures (I don’t like to spread bad kharma because it’ll just bounce right back atcha). If someone tries to take advantage of them, the pig type tend to withdraw to reflect on the problem and protect themselves (because nobody else can do it for me). All they need in such situations is a little time (since I don’t often use a filter; gotta work on that) to find a constructive way to respond (I can come up with something clever). The people of the pig type are conservative creatures of habit. They dislike being made to travel too far from familiar surroundings (I like precise directions and don’t like getting lost; I like traveling by air to visit friends), unless it is a trip to the countryside (wouldn’t it be lovely to have a place in the English countryside?). They love nature and are never happier than when they are out somewhere, far from the city (sans TV, cell phones, computers but I MUST have my camera; I [heart] the sound of nature… wind through the trees, birds chirping, small animals scattering through the forest floor and water flowing and bubbly).
There is a tolerant (sometimes TOO much) and peaceful side to the character of Pig types. Such people are never afraid to allow others their freedom of expression (who am I to tell people how to behave?); they do not want to cause arguments and if there is any way to avoid arguing, they will probably take this option (no matter which ‘side’ I’m on, I do enjoy playing devils advocate so that both sides are represented fairly – many times both sides are right in their own way). They are not weak, however, and if the situation forces them to fight these people will rise to the occasion, whether it is to defend themselves or those close to them (I probably defend others more than myself; I can take the heat because I am confident but don’t like seeing others put down). People of the Boar type are the most admired by others (‘admired’?).
Red Packets (I like this custom)
Traditionally, red packets are passed out during the Chinese New Year’s celebrations, from married couples or the elderly to unmarried juniors. It is common for adults to give red packets to children. Red packets are also known as 压岁钱 (Ya Sui Qian, literally, age suppressing money) during this period.
The red envelopes always contain money, usually varying from a couple of dollars to several hundred. The amount of money in the red packets should be of even numbers, as odd numbers are associated with cash given during funerals (白金 : Bai Jin). Since the number 4 is considered bad luck, money in the red envelopes never adds up to $4. However, the number 6 is considered lucky, and $6 is commonly found in the red envelopes.
Click here for more information on the Chinese New Year.
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Monday was my first day back from my trip and I was pretty bummed leaving behind all those great people. Figured I’d try to feed my sorrows because a full belly has made me feel better in the past. For lunch I had leftover stuffed crust cheese pizza, Ruffles and dip. Didn’t fulfill me. So I suggested One Man Band (Piper calls it Ban Ban) for dinner that night and got my regular chicken fried steak, gravy, baked potato and scone with honey butter (and a few swipes of my fork on Jack’s pancakes and Piper’s sausage). Nope. Still didn’t feel better. Made me feel wasteful of all that food and money that paid for it. After that meal I had a light bulb moment: I do NOT feel better just because I eat something. Food is not the answer. Food does NOT make me happy. I LIKE to eat (everyone who knows me knows that; especially Erin wink wink) but this week I don’t.
Monday: stuffed crust pizza, chips, dip, chicken fried steak, baked potato, scone & scraps.
Tuesday: Slimfast-style drink, Slimfast-style drink and a handful of mini-baby carrots.
Wednesday: Slimfast-style drink and 6″ turkey sub.
Thursday: Slimfast-style drink, about 15 grapes and handful of almonds.
Friday: Slimfast-style drink that I just finished with ibuprofen (threw out my back on Tuesday)
I’m just NOT hungry. Plus, my back is in so much pain that I don’t feel like getting up to prepare anything. Luckily the kids are either at school or Linda’s playing (thank goodness for Linda – love YOU). So it’s not like I’m white-trash mom laying on the couch ignoring my children :o)
Then last night I took a nap at 6:45 (tired of all the pain). Woke about 10:30pm, watched School for Scoundrels (wouldn’t recommend it but Billy Bob Thornton really does it for me) then jumped into the guest bed to go back to sleep because Piper was in mine and I couldn’t move her.
What in the world is going on with me?
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