Wordless Wednesday. Brought To You By My Seeming Inability To Get Back Into This Blahging Thing.

In Which I Have Completely Lost Track of Time and Also An Update and Also You Get To See A Teensy Bit Of My Not So Pretty Crazy.

As usual I post and then disappear. Partly due to some week long technical difficulties, partly because the bringing yall (saving an explanation of this spelling for a later post) up to date involves things I'd rather move on from but if you don't get a little background regarding the last 3 years then it's probably a wee bit confusing. And don't you hate it when you don't know what's going on?? SO irritating, right?

Ok.
Just like pulling off a Band-aid. Fast. Hopefully a minimum of gore. Possibly some incoherent sobbing.

I've been laid off twice in the last couple of years and we are no longer living in the house we owned but renting one a few miles away. No more 300 gallon reef tank. No more ginormous living room, heroically renovated from the bare studs by my husband, with picture window and bamboo flooring. No more dining room with the really, really cool maple and cherry striped floor (also from the sweat and blood of aforementioned husband) and Tuscan walls painted by yours truly. No more deep tub with jets surrounded by white wainscoting and walls that I painted using 3 different shades of blue while Nick Drake's Pink Moon album played on repeat for the entire afternoon. And I think I will miss you most of all, Kitchen.

That is all I will say about that because it's painfully embarrassing. Deeply and utterly and absolutely mortifying. Soooo, I will preemptively thank you for the sympathy because if you're still out there I know for a fact that you are darling, darling people but I can't emphasis enough how much I will not be discussing it further.

Moving ON...

I have dubbed our current abode The Cottage. There are about 500 less square feet but the backyard is much bigger and there is a 2 car garage set back from the house with a little courtyard between. Our bedroom is much nicer as well. Aaand after being here 10 months the living room is half painted and probably 60% of our things are still in boxes.

I erased the rest of that paragraph because I was in tears again but this time FROM THE BOREDOM. Srsly... if I'm boring myself then kudos to you for reading this far.

Um, let's see... Oh yeah, The Spawn is now 18. Also not much to say about that at this time.

Aren't you glad you stopped by today? Am I not just a bright and shiny ball of SPARKLE?

(Insert graceful closing paragraph here)

To you, my darlings: X's, O's and !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Check it, yo. I have a BLOG.

GUESS WHO??
Weird, I know, right? Also, guess who is unemployed and feelin' chatty? Don't know who all is still out there but my plan is to schedule a little time to look up all my ol' blog peeps and see how you're doing.

Just a quickie "howdy" post right now because I have dogs to feed and holy moly it's like having small children.

X's and O's and exclamation points to you all...

I Love You

Really. I do.

Ooo... it's another Wordless Wednesday! Ok, NEARLY Wordless. Let's Not Get All Punctilious About It.

WOW

Because I Am Nothing If Not Random

because one can not mention frijoles refritos in one's post without including a picture of a lowrider.

So yeah. Completely out of the blue - HI. Kinda had the idea to ease back into this, maybe? I think? Mostly because tonight I started that Blogging In My Head thing. Those of you who've been doing this for a while now and those of you who did it way back when will know that of which I speak. And it was soooo random and silly. But then that's what you were used to from me, yes?

Here's what was in mah head:
I almost don't dare to say it out loud, but I'm on a slight weight loss kick as of late. The Spawn is has joined her school's newly formed swim team and because they don't have a pool they have to have practices at the Y, and then only 2 days a week for about an hour and a half. (Ok, why is it every time I say that I hear Inigo Montoya say "a leetle less than haf an hour" in my head?)GET TO THE POINT, I hear you say... We joined the Y and I swam for 5 days straight and oh the joy of being back in the water. Of course after a couple of laps I'm wheezing like a smoker with emphysema taking a drag through her trach hole, but FIVE DAYS IN A ROW. And boy howdy am I caps locking it up tonight! Well, my darlings, that is not all, no siree. ALSO, I have had no caffeine for 5 days and, here's the kicker, no simple carbohydrates. ::GASP:: I know, right? Hi, my name is Teri. I'm addicted to carbs. But none has passed mine lips! Uuuuntil tonight... at which time I had a bean and cheese quesadilla. (For those of us who grew up close to a border with Mexico know that cheese quesadilla is redundant... but I digress...) So, THAT brought me to this, as a SoCal girl born and raised there are 3 things that my cupboard is rarely bare of: tortillas, frijoles refritos and cheese oh-so-glorious cheese.

Ya know, it sounded totally more entertaining in my head earlier.

So yeah. Hi.

O's, X's and !'s

MWAH.

Deep Thought Thursday, #1

Uh, yeah. I got nothin'.

Instead Of Words

I offer you artistic edification.


Joseph Cornell

19. Be Glad It's Wordless Because Otherwise I'd Be Whinging On And On And It Would Be A Bore.

Parole mer Diciotto - The Belaire Edition aka Mama Needs a New Car

The Procrastination Knows No Bounds. Or Shame, Apparently.

That is all.

Ch-ch-changes (Or It's A Long And Winding Road)

Yeah...making a couple of changes to this here sadly neglected place. And if you know me at all, you know that is a classic sign of my Chronic Procrastination. Sure it's one of the things on my War And Peace length To Do List but let's be honest it ain't anywhere near to the top. So of course I wandered in and started futzing.

Maybe it's just me, but do you ever feel there is so much to say that you're exhausted just thinking about it? (Translation: There is so much I was going to say relating to the title that I'm now exhausted with the thinking part and have very little will to write left.) It sorta tangles up inside my head - a Twister game of thought, if you will, and collapses in a heap of arms and legs and slightly nonsensical metaphors.

So, the changes part... that would be the look of my Blahg. AND (try to control the hysterical laughter this might provoke) I have declared March the month of Spring Cleaning in the M. household.

I heard the giggling. No please. Go ahead. I'll wait.

Yup... giving myself 31 days to purge, organize and scrub this place until it becomes the haven it should be. So I can read and write and make with the art and not feel guilty because I'm living in a less glamorous version of Grey Gardens. (Um, yeah, that's a slight exaggeration on my part. As far as you know. ::cough::)

Alrighty. I guess that's it for now.
(Oh no, that was in no way an awkward ending. Nope. Not. At. All.)

**Ed. Note: dateline, next morning - changed it back for now. I changed one of my changes and now I can't change it back. And I'm annoyed. **

**Ed. Note, amended: Yeah... it's gonna get a little crazy around here today. This is really, really irritating me.**

XOXO!!

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::MWAH:: my darlings.

XOXO!!

The Quarterly Blogger

Now you don't have to stare at the sad eyes anymore.


The quarterly blogging seems to be my norm.

I'm feeling like this will be a classic Teri-stream-of-conciousness, Jackson Pollack-esqe splatter of words and random thoughts punctuated with apologizes and verbal self-flagellation (that should bring some rather interesting traffic) sort of entry. Maybe I'll skip the last part because, really, how very tiresome. I've mentioned the whole "so overwhelmed I'm paralyzed" issue ad nauseum. Let's just assume that it is still the prevailing manifestation of my particular brand of neurosis.

On the work front I now have proof that I have been busier than the oft mentioned one-legged man. You are reading the rambling post of the San Diego branch Employee of the Year and...wait for it... CORPORATE Employee of the Year.
Seriously.
I'm not kidding.
I've got the pretty etched glass to prove it.
My company rocks.
Of course, if you know me at all, you realize that this doesn't lay to rest any fears I have that I'm not doing quite enough. Oh wait, we weren't going to go there. Anywho, thanks to my fabulous company and my gorgeous boss. Who, by the by, gave me a MAN for Christmas.

I think I'll just let that one hang out there for a moment.

Hee! Ok, ok... she hired me help! I am thrilled to pieces! So far he's the bee's knees and I don't see that changing. Of course it's taken a month to get the poor guy through training because I'm constantly having to stop and do 4 other things at the same time. I sometimes wonder if maybe my time management skills aren't what they should be. Frankly, I'm not a very good judge of me. Whatevs. Moving along.

In other news, The Spawn made it to 14 with only a little pain and mental anguish on the part of her mother.

::patented smooth segue::

I've just found out that my 20 year high school reunion is July 12th. That's 5 months and 10 days, people. Hello swimming pool at 24 Hour Fitness and truck loads of lightly steamed vegtables. Except for the blubber induced panic this discovery engendered, I'm rather excited. While I wasn't cool enough to be truly popular in high school, I had many friends and I'll be happy to see them again. That is, I will be happy as long as I don't resemble someone in a painting by Botero.

Ooo, betcha didn't expect an art lesson thrown in, didja?

::deep sigh:: I become weary... I shan't leave you with probable empty promises, but merely a tiny bit of hope that my sorry self will someday get her act together.

OOXX!!

Confessions Of A Blahg Slacker

^See? Wretchedness, I tell you!
You so can not be mad at this sad face, now can you??

Er, yeah, so when I said that I would try to blog every week, what I actually meant to say was every 4 months or so.
::ahem::
I did warn you that I was being lured to the dark side that is Flickr™LOVES YOU and frankly I've been doing a kind of photo blogging over there.

I will shamelessly drag out the old "A picture is worth a thousand words" saw with very little compunction. Don't think I won't.

The fact is I've been as proverbially busy as the proverbial one legged man in a proverbial butt kicking contest at work. <(begin)whine>I'm doing the job of at least four people and the work load has left me...tired...uncreative...a teeny tiny bit apathetic. <(end)/whine> Luckily I have an awesome boss who is aware and I know some time after the first of the year the situation will be rectified. It is what it is, but obviously other things have suffered for it. On top of that, one of my many faults (oh stop, you've missed my little confessions) is if I put something off and feel guilty about it, then I avoid it and then I feel worse and avoid it even more and then it looms and I feel wretched and try not to think about it and become paralyzed in my wretchedness. Lovely, no?

I've been thinking about how I would like to get back into this and back to all y'all and then I picked up this and felt the teensiest of tiniest stirrings of...could it be?...creativity. Maybe if I start slow, don't pressure myself too much but also, I don't know, be a disciplined grown-up for once, I can do this again.

I'll wrap it up for now. No need to belabor the point. Plus I need to comment back to all of you who have been so sweet as to check back every now and then. And I have so much catching up to do.

X's, O's and !!'s

Are you still there, my darlings?

Wordless Wednesday XV (Hey, It's Still Wednesday For 33 More Minutes.)

This Might, Possibly Be Cheating On The Blogging, Just A Weeny Bit. Maybe.

Honestly I was going to try and blog at the very, very least once a week as suggested by the ever rockin' Bo. I meant to do so today. Really. You know how I love confessing things to you, so you must know: I'm addicted to Flickr now. It's bad. And who woulda thunk it - this whole 365 Days project has me all excited. Before, you would be hard pressed to get a picture of me. Of course it helps that I take and pick the pictures. And also, it seems that my eye stars in most of them. But I'm working on that. I have all sorts of fab ideas for July and August (anniversary post! hee.) Hm. I think my train of thought has blown through the station... I started to have more of a blogging point here... Oh, right... I sorta blogged in my Flickr today and now I'm kinda blogged out. Check it, peeps: Day 17. Look down on the right. This pretty much covered Teri Today. Feel free to browse the other ones, too. Highly informational. Etc. I'm babbling now, aren't I? And I think I owe Luke a meme or an interview or something and I've been a total slacker and haven't looked at my email. Sorry Luke! Soon. Ok. I'd better be going before I add anymore links.

XXOO!!, bebes!

(Yet Another) Triumphant Return of Wordless Wednesday!

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