Okay, I can't get into typing something into this blog everyday and so I failed the April Alphabet challenge miserably. Nevertheless, I can address a few letters of the alphabet at one time, hence today's post.
I am Blessed:
This morning I received a $$BIG special effort award at our Forest's Family Meeting (once a month meeting w/ potluck and cake) for leading the environmental reviews of myriad projects funded under the President's American Recovery and Reinvestment Act (commonly referred to as the "economic stimulus" package). Nice recognition for a heckuva lotta work!
My life has been happy and healthy, full of adventure and exploration, enhanced by the beauty and wonder of nature, a handsome, intelligent hardworking son, and an equally handsome, hardworking husband who has talents still undiscovered.
I am Challenged:
when it comes to all things mechanical. There is no way I can fix or reassemble an appliance or anything once dismantled. I suck at Legos, Tinker Toys, Lincoln Logs etc.
I have Danced:
Love to watch Dancing with the Stars and am anxious to join a dance class later this spring. My perky polka partner, Joe Good, passed away last week in Wilkes-Barre. We won many a contest at Penna Gas and Water Company clambakes at Konefal's Grove. R.I.P. in polka heaven.
I am Eclectic:
I delight in anything off the wall or beaten path. Such things are a magnet for my miswired brain.
And I am outta here. Gotta get back to work, friends.
Chow and arrivederci.
a
Monday, April 5, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Adipose: BE GONE!!!
Dearest Readers,
Tia Gwammy, well-known New Market, TN storyteller and savant, whose Cherokee lineage is undisputed but belied by her being fair-skinned and blue-eyed, has asked her blogging friends and family to create a new post each day in April using the letters of the English alphabet in sequence. Methinks it's a not-so-surreptitious way to inspire folks who rarely have something noteworthy to blog about to hit the keyboard highway. Given my fondness for esoterica, it would have been much more motivating for me had we been challenged to publish our posts using Russian or Chinese (traditional) characters! In the spirit of diversity, the title of this blog would have been 去的細胞脂肪 or Сало пойдено. But most of you wouldn't want to consult an online translator program to decipher the crap that i write.
I'll be concise...the adipose in the Buddhist temple that comprises my body is indeed going, and perhaps, still on the outbound train. Without having weighed in a month, i recognize its departure in my clothing, which for the most part, drapes aimlessly from mostly my tokhes (or tukkus to you Anglos) and shoulders. I am wearing a size 12 these days, a number I haven't seen since 1972. I feel great, take up much less room at the lunch counter in the diner, and no longer impale myself 4 times a day in the estomaga with Byetta and Lantus (diabetes meds).
Vern's adipose is waning as well. He'd down 50+ in just 9 weeks, and no doubt, because a man's adipose departure is not constrained by the evil hormone estrogen, will be svelter than moi.
In other news indirectly related to adipose, we indeed surprised my sister J (for Jo Anne) in LA on February 21, during her visit to CA with her son Mike. As planned, Mike lured her and her other son, Peter, to a Serbian restaurant (Metro Cafe) in Culver City on the premise that they were meeting with 2 acquaintances of Mike's to discuss employment options for Peter, who had just arrived in LA with J and would be bunking w/ bro' Mike.
Vern and I made our entrance into the packed cafe (on a Sunday night?) after Mike called and said they were seated. We wiggled and twisted our way thru the crowd to their table. As requested, Mike ensured that J's back was to the door. As I passed thru a tight opening near a table for 6, she turned her head and briefly glanced at me, NOT recognizing her own sistahh. Then, when the image flashed back in her brain, she stood up and yelped, which fortunately did not cause any interest or outrage from other patrons, who were waist-deep in their own dramas. As I tried to access the empty chair next to hers, she tried to do the same, and as she did, she grabbed the unbeknownst-to-us UNstable table in front of it. This created a domino effect, when the unstable table lurched to the left, causing Mike's large glass of iced tea to surge westward and gravitate to the saltillo tile floor, where gravity ceased to prevail. Crash. Bang. Boom. It was over in seconds. The memory of it lingers. J was utterly discombobulated. Surprised to say the least. After the management cleared the glass from floor and the waitress replaced Mike's defunct tea, we all hugged and kissed and said nice things to each other. Then we got down to business.....dinner.
We started out with ajvar (Serbian salsa of roasted red bell peppers, garlic, eggplant and chili peppers) dipped in thick homemade rye bread. For entrees, Pete had a dynamite goulash served with garlic mashed taters...Mike had a cevapcici sandwich (handrolled spiced Serbian beef sausages)...I had cappellini-kielbasi soup with an eclectic salad of homemade cheese (burrata), grilled sweet peppers and herbs.....J had zucchini pancakes and Vern, adventurous gourmet that he is, had grilled halibut (zzzzzzzzz). They tied for the BIG ZZZZ award.
After dinner and a shared plate of homemade raspberry-jam and whipped-creme-filled, chocolate-covered crepes, we waddled upstairs to our room at the Culver City Travelodge. [Photo of me and J above on blog intro.] Great digs if you ever need INEXPENSIVE CLEAN HUGE room in LA area. Visited, then because of their being pooped from a big shopping excursion to IKEA all day long, J and the boys said good night. We planned a meeting in the a.m. after they enjoyed a traditional bangers-and-beans English breakfast in Santa Monica.
Monday, V and I had breakfast at the Metro (a $5 per person voucher was part of the hotel rate) and headed to Santa Monica for about an hour-long visit on the promenade, where my sister, who has a black belt in shopping, later in the day made history.
Sadly, our visit with them was brief, and we had to leave about 1:30 p.m. (2:30 AZ time) for the 8-hour drive to Tucson. On the way, I was cheerfully stopped at Blythe by a CA Highway Patrol officer with a radar gun. Thanks to Vern's blatantly displayed badge on the console, I was given a verbal reprimand instead of a monster ticket.
We phoned Steven several times as we passed thru Phoenix, offering to meet him somewhere or drive to his place, but because of the late hour (it was around 7 p.m.), he encouraged us to continue thru town without stopping. We blew kisses toward Tempe instead.
Since then, stuff has been routine. Well, maybe I could write about my flight to Phx and back for nothing last week...I'll save that for a subsequent letter of the alphabet. My patience for writing drivel has reached its threshold and I must bid all adieu.
Peace and love,
a
Tia Gwammy, well-known New Market, TN storyteller and savant, whose Cherokee lineage is undisputed but belied by her being fair-skinned and blue-eyed, has asked her blogging friends and family to create a new post each day in April using the letters of the English alphabet in sequence. Methinks it's a not-so-surreptitious way to inspire folks who rarely have something noteworthy to blog about to hit the keyboard highway. Given my fondness for esoterica, it would have been much more motivating for me had we been challenged to publish our posts using Russian or Chinese (traditional) characters! In the spirit of diversity, the title of this blog would have been 去的細胞脂肪 or Сало пойдено. But most of you wouldn't want to consult an online translator program to decipher the crap that i write.
I'll be concise...the adipose in the Buddhist temple that comprises my body is indeed going, and perhaps, still on the outbound train. Without having weighed in a month, i recognize its departure in my clothing, which for the most part, drapes aimlessly from mostly my tokhes (or tukkus to you Anglos) and shoulders. I am wearing a size 12 these days, a number I haven't seen since 1972. I feel great, take up much less room at the lunch counter in the diner, and no longer impale myself 4 times a day in the estomaga with Byetta and Lantus (diabetes meds).
Vern's adipose is waning as well. He'd down 50+ in just 9 weeks, and no doubt, because a man's adipose departure is not constrained by the evil hormone estrogen, will be svelter than moi.
In other news indirectly related to adipose, we indeed surprised my sister J (for Jo Anne) in LA on February 21, during her visit to CA with her son Mike. As planned, Mike lured her and her other son, Peter, to a Serbian restaurant (Metro Cafe) in Culver City on the premise that they were meeting with 2 acquaintances of Mike's to discuss employment options for Peter, who had just arrived in LA with J and would be bunking w/ bro' Mike.
Vern and I made our entrance into the packed cafe (on a Sunday night?) after Mike called and said they were seated. We wiggled and twisted our way thru the crowd to their table. As requested, Mike ensured that J's back was to the door. As I passed thru a tight opening near a table for 6, she turned her head and briefly glanced at me, NOT recognizing her own sistahh. Then, when the image flashed back in her brain, she stood up and yelped, which fortunately did not cause any interest or outrage from other patrons, who were waist-deep in their own dramas. As I tried to access the empty chair next to hers, she tried to do the same, and as she did, she grabbed the unbeknownst-to-us UNstable table in front of it. This created a domino effect, when the unstable table lurched to the left, causing Mike's large glass of iced tea to surge westward and gravitate to the saltillo tile floor, where gravity ceased to prevail. Crash. Bang. Boom. It was over in seconds. The memory of it lingers. J was utterly discombobulated. Surprised to say the least. After the management cleared the glass from floor and the waitress replaced Mike's defunct tea, we all hugged and kissed and said nice things to each other. Then we got down to business.....dinner.
We started out with ajvar (Serbian salsa of roasted red bell peppers, garlic, eggplant and chili peppers) dipped in thick homemade rye bread. For entrees, Pete had a dynamite goulash served with garlic mashed taters...Mike had a cevapcici sandwich (handrolled spiced Serbian beef sausages)...I had cappellini-kielbasi soup with an eclectic salad of homemade cheese (burrata), grilled sweet peppers and herbs.....J had zucchini pancakes and Vern, adventurous gourmet that he is, had grilled halibut (zzzzzzzzz). They tied for the BIG ZZZZ award.
After dinner and a shared plate of homemade raspberry-jam and whipped-creme-filled, chocolate-covered crepes, we waddled upstairs to our room at the Culver City Travelodge. [Photo of me and J above on blog intro.] Great digs if you ever need INEXPENSIVE CLEAN HUGE room in LA area. Visited, then because of their being pooped from a big shopping excursion to IKEA all day long, J and the boys said good night. We planned a meeting in the a.m. after they enjoyed a traditional bangers-and-beans English breakfast in Santa Monica.
Monday, V and I had breakfast at the Metro (a $5 per person voucher was part of the hotel rate) and headed to Santa Monica for about an hour-long visit on the promenade, where my sister, who has a black belt in shopping, later in the day made history.
Sadly, our visit with them was brief, and we had to leave about 1:30 p.m. (2:30 AZ time) for the 8-hour drive to Tucson. On the way, I was cheerfully stopped at Blythe by a CA Highway Patrol officer with a radar gun. Thanks to Vern's blatantly displayed badge on the console, I was given a verbal reprimand instead of a monster ticket.
We phoned Steven several times as we passed thru Phoenix, offering to meet him somewhere or drive to his place, but because of the late hour (it was around 7 p.m.), he encouraged us to continue thru town without stopping. We blew kisses toward Tempe instead.
Since then, stuff has been routine. Well, maybe I could write about my flight to Phx and back for nothing last week...I'll save that for a subsequent letter of the alphabet. My patience for writing drivel has reached its threshold and I must bid all adieu.
Peace and love,
a
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