Wednesday, December 31, 2008
It's not a good idea to "blog" when you are half in the bag. But I am. And I am "blogging" anyway. While making my artichoke dip for the party I am going to, I have been imbibing on the Skyy Watka.
I can't believe I made it through 2008. It was the hardest year I have faced...ever.
I don't like to say that, because I am just sure that our god is a vengeful god, and will show me what a "hard year" really is if I keep whining about it. AND I do know that compared to so many millions of people on this planet I have it sooooo damn easy.
But...and it's a big butt. It's been an awful year for me.
My father died in February.
I lost my job of 20 years in June.
My Spousal Equivalent broke her leg in three places in June.
My mom had a heart attack in October.
This year has sucked. But... and it's a big butt.
I have a new job that I really like.
Monica's leg is doing great.
My mom is doing better then ever.
Okay. Happy New Year.
And just so you don't worry....I do have a designated driver tonite.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
A friend recently told me that she doesn't feel like her "new year" starts on the 1st of January. She feels like it starts in the fall some time.
Not me. I am ready for that fresh, clean, straight outta the box, New Year at midnight on December 31st. I like the pomp and circumstance. Everything in life is too casual now.
I feel like we need more honest intention in our daily lives. More with the hard shoes. Less with the sneakers.
I think in 2009, we really have to get down to business. Get to work.
That doesn't mean work on things that you don't want to work on. That means work on them with honest intention. Make it important.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
I have a feeling it will be the coldest also.
I went to have coffee with friends this morning. After that I went down to Lake Erie to take some pictures.
It was so bitter cold. My face hurt after being outside my car for just 30 or so seconds. The brisk icy high winds were very hard to take.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
We walked around for a while. Hudson is nice. Really great houses. Lots of little shops.
After that, we went to check out Chagrin Falls. Just mostly to see what Hudson is aiming for. Chagrin Falls does it better. You know what I mean.
On the way back into Cleveland we stopped to check out the Wade Oval "Ice Rink."
I use quotes because the ICE is made of plastic. There were a dozen or so people skating around. It looked gorgeous...but sounded all wrong.
It didn't sound like ice skating. I still recommend you go check it out tho. They will be open 'til February.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Last weekend I watched "Don't Need You: The Herstory of Riot Grrrl."
It's a short documentary on the whole Riot Grrl scene in the early to mid 90s. It was pretty good. I thought it left out a lot of bands and artists, but it did pretty much focus on the main bands, Bratmobile, Heaven's to Betsy and Bikini Kill.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Friday, November 07, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
On Saturday I rode all around Cleveland on my scooter.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Most of 'Generation MySpace' never had to hear that awful song, "I am what I am," being bellowed out by a Gay Men's Chorus.
I did. Every year at Gay Pride. I hate it. I pretty much hate all the "Gay Anthems."
- "I spent my last $10 on Birth Control and Beer" by 2 Nice Girls.
- "Fast and Frightening" by L7
- "Rebel Girl" by Bikini Kill
- "Rebel Rebel" by David Bowie
- "I don't Believe You" by Magnetic Fields
I know there are tons more that I am not thinking of. Can you think of any?
Monday, June 16, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Damn dill weed.
I just spent my evening making chicken soup from scratch.
I put in carrots, potatoes, green beans, noodles and of course some chicken.
It smelled soooo good.
As it was just about finished cooking I found a little container of dried dill in my pantry. I started sprinkling it into the soup. It wasn't coming out so I pounded the bottom a bit and then clumps of it came out. It looked kind of weird but I thought nothing of it. I stirred it in.
After about 10 minutes I noticed what looked like little dark reddish seeds floating in my beautiful homemade soup.
I took one out and it looked like a bug. I spooned a few more out and looked at them under a magnifying glass.
Yes. They were bugs.
A gigantic pot of homemade chicken noodle soup totally ruined.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
I am happy that it's starting...but get so angry when I see empty headed Barbie and Ken news dolls on TV shrieking about how thrilled they are that the temps are "going to be 10 degrees higher then they should be this time of year!"
Saturday, April 12, 2008
(well....$3769. I will throw in a dollar)
Monday, April 07, 2008
The fabulous Kim Deal took Stephen Malkmus to task in a recent magazine interview:
Did the success of that song [Cannonball] cause any jealousy among your indie-rock peers?
You know, [Pavement’s Stephen] Malkmus is being a bit of a bitch in interviews recently. One thing he said last summer referred to me as “trashy mouth.” And he just did this article in Spin where he alluded to me unpleasantly, saying [something like], “You know, I always thought that Pavement could have had one of those big hits in the early ’90s with ‘Cut Your Hair,’ but I guess people preferred ‘Cannonball.’”
Are you a fan of his music?
Yeah, I liked Pavement. But if he keeps fucking smacking his mouth off about me, I’m going to end up not being able to listen to any of their fucking records again. Anyway, I thought, God, man, “Cut Your Hair” isn’t as good of a song as “Cannonball,” so fuck you. How’s that? Your song was just a’ight, dawg.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Did you guys know they do a Sunday brunch every week. Neither did I.
The brunch goes from 11am-3pm The chef is Kimberly Homan.
Poached egg & peppercorn on a grilled baguette, topped with smoked gouda sauce
Egg & Cheese Strata: Fluffy baked egg, cheese, & bread cassarole
PB&J: Crunchy peanut butter & today’s jelly dipped in whole-wheat batter and deep-fried*
Breakfast Quesadilla: Chorizo, beans, & cheese in a corn tortilla (substitute vegetables for chorizo to make vegetarian)*
Oatmeal Pancakes with maple butter*
Breakfast Polenta: Creamy, buttery corn goodness with roasted garlic, cheddar, and bacon
Stuffed French Toast whipped cream cheese & fruit*
Fruit Cobbler: Seasonal fruit baked with granola and topped with honeyed yogurt*
Also: Bacon, Sausage, Roasted Potatoes, Corn Bread, Grilled Baguette, or Seasonal Veggie
Specialty and NA Cocktails available.
I am planning to go on Sunday April 6th. Let's see how many people we can get to fill the damn place! C'mon...Stuffed French Toast for God's sake!!
Friday, March 21, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
This makes me so sad. What will it take to get people to stay in Cleveland?
Why can't we be a quirky midwest town like Minneapolis?
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Ya know, we all complain about Cleveland, but this is one more example of how wonderful this crazy town is.
A vacant lot will become a winter wonderland on Leap Night February 29, 2008 from 6-11 p.m. The free event open to the public will be held at 1100 Old River Road (between Main Avenue and Front Street).
Leap Night will feature a snow and ice installation, a winter forest complete with costume bears, music, bonfires, performances by SAFMOD, Cleveland’s multi-media performance ensemble, an ice skating rink, a snowboard ramp and rail jam competition, an outdoor Rock BandTM video game competition, a snowsuit fashion show, and food and drink vendors. The site offers ample free parking and convenient access via the RTA Waterfront Line, East Bank Station.
Leap Night is part of Pop Up City, a temporary use initiative that is supported by the Cleveland Foundation’s Civic Innovation Lab and operated through Kent State University’s Cleveland Urban Design Collaborative.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Sometimes you hear the perfect song to go with that feeling, that sunny day, and you drive for miles with your sunglasses on playing that song over and over and over and
could ever make you feel
Sunday, February 03, 2008
My father died on Friday night.
He had been in and out of hospitals and nursing homes for
the last six months. He hated it. Just hated it.
On Friday afternoon I got a call from the most recent nursing home telling me that they had to call 911 because he was unresponsive and not breathing well.
I left work and went to the hospital. They told me I couldn't see him because they were doing tests. I went over to my brother's house where my mom and dad live to see how my mom was doing.
We got another call from the hospital. The doctor said my father was in really bad shape. That we should probably come over and see him right away. I called my sister and told her what was going on. She said she was going to come down to the hospital.
My brother, my mom and I went over. I got there first. He had a BiPap machine over his nose and mouth. It was forcing oxygen into his lungs. He was just lying there out of it. Not really awake. His eyes were open but he was unresponsive.
The nurse came in and said he was doing much better then when he first arrived. That gave us a second of hope, but then the doctor came in and said he was in awful shape. She said he had infections throughout his body. Fluid in his lungs. His blood pressure was very low. His body was giving up.
We stayed there in the ER for a while. My mom was not doing well just sitting there watching him. We were told another doctor was going to see him and give their advice on what we should do next.
We decided to go home and wait. My mother kissed my dad on his bare shoulder, told him she loved him and we left.
At this time we really thought there was a chance he could pull out of this. Mike, mom and I went and to get some lunch and went home. We called Kelly to update her on what was going on.
About an hour later Kelly got to the house. She had just went to see my father. Her eyes were all red from crying. For the next hour we sat in my mom's living room, waiting.
The hospital called.
They asked us to make some hard decisions. My father had a very strict DNR. He did not want to be put on any machines at all. He has told us that all of his life. Even in the last few weeks he told us to make sure we did not prop him up with ventilators. The hospital said the whole family could come be with him when they took him off everything and made him comfortable.
My mother couldn't do it. She started sobbing while Mike held her.
It was decided that Mike and I would go over and be with him.
When we got to the hospital, Dad was still in the ICU. We were in there when they took him off all the machines. He never came to during any of this. It was as if he was sleeping but having bad dreams. His arms and feet were twitching, moving, but he was unresponsive. We sat in there with him for about an hour or two.
The nurse came in and said that they were going to take him to a hospice room on the 2nd floor. He said it would be more comfortable there. The nurse said it would take about 15-20 minutes.
Mike and I went down to the cafeteria. We sat and ate cold turkey sandwiches. Sitting there I was thinking about how happy I was to have my brother there. He's a very strong and kind man. The family could not have gotten through this without him. I have to remember to tell him that. Althought I am SURE he will have a smart-ass response. Even more reason to love him.
We went up to the hospice room where my dad was. It was much nicer. They raised the back of the bed so he was in more of a sitting postion. That was making it much easier for him. He really appeared to be much more at rest and peaceful. He wasn't twitching and he just looked more comfortable. He was in a deep sleep.
Mike and I sat there with him for about an hour. Mike held his hand and told him he loved him.
The time between which he took breaths became longer and longer.
Finally...quietly, he just stopped.
I looked at Mike and then he looked up at the ceiling and waved, "bye dad."
A memorial gathering of family and friends will be held from 6-8 p.m. on Tuesday, Feb. 5, 2008 at the WOOD-KORTRIGHT-BORKOSKI FUNERAL HOME, 703 E. MAIN ST., RAVENNA, OH
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
From the January 8th, 2008
Op-Ed in the NYT by Gloria Steinem
I'm supporting Senator Clinton because like Senator Obama she has community organizing experience, but she also has more years in the Senate, an unprecedented eight years of on-the-job training in the White House, no masculinity to prove, the potential to tap a huge reservoir of this country's talent by her example, and now even the courage to break the no-tears rule. I'm not opposing Mr. Obama; if he's the nominee, I'll volunteer. Indeed, if you look at votes during their two-year overlap in the Senate, they were the same more than 90 percent of the time. Besides, to clean up the mess left by President Bush, we may need two terms of President Clinton and two of President Obama.
But what worries me is that he is seen as unifying by his race while she is seen as divisive by her sex.
What worries me is that she is accused of "playing the gender card" when citing the old boys' club, while he is seen as unifying by citing civil rights confrontations.
What worries me is that male Iowa voters were seen as gender-free when supporting their own, while female voters were seen as biased if they did and disloyal if they didn't.
What worries me is that reporters ignore Mr. Obama's dependence on the old - for instance, the frequent campaign comparisons to John F. Kennedy - while not challenging the slander that her progressive policies are part of the Washington status quo.
What worries me is that some women, perhaps especially younger ones, hope to deny or escape the sexual caste system; thus Iowa women over 50 and 60, who disproportionately supported Senator Clinton, proved once again that women are the one group that grows more radical with age.
This country can no longer afford to choose our leaders from a talent pool limited by sex, race, money, powerful fathers and paper degrees. It's time to take equal pride in breaking all the barriers. We have to be able to say: "I'm supporting her because she'll be a great president because she's a woman."
Monday, January 07, 2008
He then called my mom and asked her to drive over with the money or to "call a cab and have them bring the money to the hospital."
My brother had to call the pizza place and explain to the owner what was going on and that we don't have the $150 for the food. The pizza owner had just gone thru some stuff with his own father and was very kind and only charged us half of what it all cost. Still . . . that's $75 my mom and brother could not afford.
- My dad for doing this stupid shit? It's not like the dementia brought this on. He has always done this kind of ridiculous grandstanding.
- The pizza shop for agreeing to deliver $150 worth of food to a patient calling from the hospital?
- Me because my mom was afraid to call and tell me about this on the day it happened?