NaBloPoMo Day 25: Truth, Lies and the Blogosphere

doritos-jumpinjack-bagToday’s inspiration came from a fun post by Jen at Sips of Jen and Tonic (by way of Rarasaur). Basically, you share 5 truths and 1 lie and ask your readers to tell the difference.

So here are my five facts (and one fib!)

1. I once swam with dolphins.
2. I was born and grew up in Mobile, Alabama where I attended an all-girls high school.
3. I interviewed Joe Satriani for an on-line magazine.
4. I am seriously allergic to Jumping Jack Cheese Doritos.
5. I was an intern for MTV during college.
6. The first concert I ever went to was Cher.

Fun memories for me – I hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you can tell the one fable from the other facts! I’ll be back tomorrow with all the deets. Thank you for reading and playing along!

NaBloPoMo Day 24: Just Another Manic Sunday…

Wow. Twenty-four days already. I can’t believe there’s less than a week left in NaBloPoMo.

I can’t say that it hasn’t been a hectic 3 weeks to try to cram writing into. I may have started this month’s blogging with a Lazy Sunday, but it’s certainly not ending on one, which kinda sucks. Lazy Sundays are brilliant and amazing and very far between.

This is a Manic Sunday, painfully truer to norm. And this one’s actually extra crazed due to the holiday next week. We’re spending Thanksgiving at the mountain house with my parents and David’s mom so there’s tons of stuff to do: groceries to buy, house and yard work to catch up on before we leave, a week’s full of errands and chores crammed into a day and a half.

First stops: Costco, Kroger and Publix to stock up on trip food and turkey-day goodies. We are not the only ones, apparently, with the same goal. Weaving in and out of the parking lot mayhem, battened by honking horns and snarling drivers we coin a new phrase: “Dial back the douchbaggery!” (or “Buddy, dial down the douche!” for short.)

Looks like everyonetting their Pilgrim on.

Everyone’s is getting their Pilgrim on.

The grocery stores, of course, are covered floor-to-ceiling with holiday food displays and mobbed wall-to-wall with people dragging small children, heaping carts full of cans, boxes, bags and bottles and dashing in and about the fray.

This is kinda scary.  It looks like a very angry butternut squash.

This is kinda scary. It looks like a very angry butternut squash that somehow barfed on itself. Which might be why it’s angry.

But also scary: the mile of frozen Butterballs.

Somehow equally scary: the mile of frozen Butterballs.

After a near miss with a careening buggy and some busted toes from an amok child, I withdrew from the chaos and busied myself window shopping in the wine aisle while David dervished his way through the deli and check out.

Meat Counter Madness

Meat Counter Madness

Finally! Groceries home and unloaded and David on to his next list, I was off to the loft and my own agenda. Fur kid comestibles from Petsmart, petrol for the car, some black tights for the work week. ::sigh:: Lots of stuff, little time.

However…my nail salon was just around the bend, so after filling up the car, I struck off on an impulsive mani-mission.

Got the claws trimmed! Wonderful iron grey polish with iridescent sparkles.  Probably not "brand" at work, but I'll keep a low profile and wear gloves coming in and out of the lobby.

Got the claws trimmed! Wonderful iron grey polish with iridescent sparkles.

Paws prettily polished, my heart was somewhat lightened. I jaunted back across town, singing along with the radio, hoping to find a little relaxation with the hubs while there was daylight left.

Finally a moment to enjoy the beautiful fall day.

Finally a moment to enjoy the beautiful fall day.

We’d been running since morning, with no time for breakfast and lunch, so trying to at least capture a fleeting feel of lazy Sunday, I surprised David with an early “Breakfast for Dinner,” with bacon, stone ground grits, scrambled eggs and mimosas to reward him for his afternoon victory in the on-going war against the leaves.

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Yum. Manic to start, but at least it’s meandering down to something more relaxing. Now for a little blogging to wrap up my week, maybe a movie and a cozy fire in the fireplace.

Here’s to a lovely Sunday to all of you.

Cheers!

Cheers!

NaBloPoMo Day 23: What a “Who”-tenanny!

Today marks the 50th Anniversary of the Doctor.
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Although I’m a huge science fiction geek and an inveterate Dragon Con’er, I actually didn’t stumble upon the deliciousness that is Dr. Who until about two years ago.

I’d heard of the show, of course, after all it’s been around for 50 years and I’ve seen the costumes at ‘Con, but it took a steady stream of mentions from the Bloggess to realize I just might “need a Doctor” myself.

image by suuuz.wordpress.com

image by suuuz.wordpress.com

I had a similar experience – it took maybe 3 shows to get me obsessed with the good Doctor and his companions and now I can’t think of another show I enjoy more, regardless the doctor incarnation.

IMAG2949According to BBC’s website, I’m not alone. Doctor Who has an estimated 77 million fans in just the UK, USA and Australia alone. Which now includes me and David, my loft-mate Twinkle and her bf David, my good friend Hil, and his friends Sean, Jessie, Tristan and Shelly, all of who who’ve been stoked all week to celebrate the 50th Anniversary show airing on Saturday, November 23rd.

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doesn’t love a party! After a quick mental adjustment for day game vs. night game (turns out a 2:50 p.m. airing time in the US), David and I packed up some wine and the Tardis (ice bucket) and headed to Chez Hil for an early afternoon “Who”-tenanny.

Image courtesy of BBC America and Hil's Television

Image courtesy of BBC America and Hil’s Television

Tardistinis

Tardistinis

The Doctor will see you now.

The Doctor will see you now.

Counting Down!

Counting Down!

Yay!  David Tennant!!!

The first Tennant sighting!!!

Twinkle's banana chocolate chip Daleks

Twinkle’s banana chocolate chip Daleks

“The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.”
— The Doctor, Season 5, Episode 12

NaBloPoMo Day 22: Pick Your Power

Today’s WordPress Daily Prompt: You get to choose one superpower. Pick one of these, and explain your choice:
•the ability to speak and understand any language
•the ability to travel through time
•the ability to make any two people agree with each other

I pick the ability to travel through time.

Last week, fellow blogger Priceless Joy sent a lovely letter back through time to her 8-year old self and challenged the rest of us to do the same.

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  • Had I the power, I think I would choose to go back in time and visit my 4-year old self, this sweet little girl you see here.

    She’s still unscarred from her parent’s divorce and all the meanness life throws at you as you grow up. She fully believes that everyone around her loves her because she’s lovable. I wish I could get to her before she ever lost that.

    I would tell her to be strong and stay strong. That everything’s going to be alright.

    I would let her know that she will grow into her feet.

    I would tell her not to worry so much about trying to please everyone. Bless her heart, she tied herself in knots trying to be everything for everyone for so many years. I would hug her and let her know that it’s most important that she’s happy with herself.

    I would let her know that one day she will meet the love of her life. That it’s going to take a really, really long time, and it’s going to be very lonely for a lot of that time, but not to give up because she will, finally, find her prince.

    I would advise her to spend every moment she could with her grandmother. Not to get angry or impatient when her Granny brushed her bangs out of her eyes, “so she could see her pretty face.” To ask more questions and listen to all the stories and to learn how to make fried summer squash and pot roast the same way her Granny did. To know how irreplacable her grandmother’s unquestioning love and support was and to value every single second she was with her.

    I would encourage her to dream huge. To go after her dreams with all her heart and let nothing or no one stop her. And that’s it’s okay to make mistakes – mistakes are how you learn. The important thing is to never quit.

    And I would hope that she liked me, this person she turned out to be.

    But maybe through this visit, she’d turn out a little better,
    and get there a little easier,
    and never for one single second, lose the belief that she deserves to be loved.

  • NaBloPoMo Day 19: Flashin’ Back

    Earlier tonight, I was looking for a book in my giant messy bookcase, and a photo fell out and hurtled twenty-five years through time to my feet.

    It's like a time capsule of bad hair.

    It’s like a warning to children what not to do with your hair.

    I immediately scanned it and sent it as a private message to my college besties pictured in the photo, BH and MMB. (And yes, that’s me, “pretty” in pink, waving the biohazard.)

    A slightly tweaked version of the ensuing conversation:

    Me: Look what I found! Mind if I post it?

    MMB: OMG. Go ahead. It will be a Throwback Thursday pic for certain. Man. You and BH look gorgeous. What was I thinking with those bangs? Why am I shooting a bird to the wall?

    Me: I think you are giving the finger to my crimpy comb-over.

    MMB: But where are we?

    Me: It’s Wednesday night at the Zoo, baybeeee. Let the debauchery commence.

    MMB: That’s what I thought at first…the Z, but we look too fresh, too “uncrushed.”

    Me: I’m thinkin’ this was a “before” pic.

    MMB: Look at you, Miss Environmentally Conscious, bringing your own Styrofoam cup!

    Me: It’s to balance out the hole my hairspray carved in the ozone layer.

    BH: Look at all the teeth and hair!

    Me: I’ll be sleepin’ with the lights on for weeks.

    NaBloPoMo Day 17: Near Wild Heaven

    1395212_3536028375981_247268874_nNear Wild Heaven – one of my forever favorite R.E.M. songs (eclipsed only slightly by “Me in Honey,” however; both conveniently located within the same album).

    Beer Wild Heaven – a fabulous craft brewery conveniently located in Decatur, Georgia.

    This is the tale of our superlative beer dinner at the restaurant last week.

    The foundation of this malty meal began over a year ago, when we sponsored a Sun Dial Booth at Corks and Forks, the food and booze tent of the Summer Shade Festival at Candler Park. My colleague, Cheryl and I were working the room, hustling shots of Chef’s watermelon gazpacho to the other vendors for drinks and snacks.

    And then we stumbled into heaven.

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    I would like to clarify that I am not a beer lover. Perhaps the occasional “canoe” beer by the pool or lake, or the rare treat of a frosty Abita Turbo Dog (a brew fetish born of sorority road trips to New Orleans.)

    This beer was different. It was unique…fresh! Complex! Caramely-creamy with just a hint of coffee to cut the sweetness! Holy Sixpack, Batman!

    My view on beer forever altered,
    we ran back to our booth to share our treasure with Chef. A vision dawned that day…the glimmers of a dream to pair Jason’s farm-to-table cuisine with this nectar of the grain gods.

    We discussed it so frequently over the next year, it was more than a done deal in our heads – we were actually trying to figure out when we could get it on the calendar.

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    It occurred to us, around May, while working our table at the Atlanta Food and Wine Festival and sharing with our plans for a Wild Heaven beer dinner with random strangers and media, we had neglected one crucial detail.

    Actually discussing our plans with Wild Heaven.

    Fortunately, they were participating at AFWF too, so a quick visit to their tent garnered a meeting with Sarah Young, their marketing guru and Nick Purdy, the founder.

    We were on!

    Over the next few months, Jason crafted a phenomenal menu based on the four selected beers, including a custom dessert to compliment a rare stout from brewer Eric Johnson’s personal stock.

    Last Tuesday, we gathered for what (in my relatively extensive dining experience) was one of the best tasting and most creative pairing dinners I’ve had the privilege to enjoy.

    Lump Crab Hush Puppies with Pickled Okra Tartar Sauce

    1st Course: Lump Crab Hush Puppies with Pickled Okra Tartar Sauce with a pour of Ode de Mercy, Imperial Brown Ale

    Southern BBQ Salad with Butter Greens, Spicy Shrimp, Picked Bacon, Radish, NC BBQ Vinaigrette

    2nd Course: Southern BBQ Salad with Butter Greens, Spicy Shrimp, Picked Bacon, Radish, NC BBQ Vinaigrette served with Invocation, a Belgian-style Golden Ale

    Entree: Suckling pig - Chops, Cheeks with Pimento Cheese Grits, Quadruple Ale Reduction and Chopped Peanuts served with Eschaton, a Belgian-style Quadruple Ale aged on Pinot Noir Oak Chips

    Entree: Suckling pig – Chops, Cheeks with Pimento Cheese Grits, Quadruple Ale Reduction and Chopped Peanuts served with Eschaton, a Belgian-style Quadruple Ale aged on Pinot Noir Oak Chips

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    Dessert: Chocolate Cremeux, Crushed Pretzel, Bourbon Caramel, Ode de Mercy Gelato

    Surprise dessert pairing from Brewmeister Eric, a Chocolate Orange Stout.

    Surprise dessert pairing from Brewmaster Eric Johnson – a Chocolate Orange Stout.

    Truly a meal close to heaven.

    Images courtesy of Drunk on Life

    NaBloPoMo Day 14: Mirror, Mirror

    IMAG2917The current Weekly Writing Challenge on WordPress, Traces, asks that you take a look around you and identify the three objects that most represent you and why.

    How do they reflect your personality, and who you are?

    Right now, I’m curled up in bed, cushioned by cats, writing on my laptop and chain-watching Dr. Who episodes.

    Three pretty important things – I’m thinking I’ve got this covered.

    One, the fur kids – Keegan and Brodie.

    Two, my battered but beloved MacBook and three – the Doctor. Yep, all three symbols of varied aspects of me.

    Were I to take it a little more seriously, though; what three things can I see that really represent me?

    Well, first, I guess there’s the books. Lots and lots of books.

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    Booktopia

    I’ve always found books to be a great comfort, not just by transmitting the magic of words, transporting me worlds and times away; but an actually feeling of comfort and safety that envelopes me when surrounded by their physical shells. Most of the several hundred books I still have (after a painful space compromise with the Kindle) are old friends.

    Standing in my living room, scanning the bookcases, I see my buddy the Hobbit and his dwarf companions, my gal pals Rachel and Ivy, Elizabeth and the Bennet sisters, the Narnia kids and that charming detective, Spenser. I’m never without the joy of their company.

    They also remind me of my dream, to be a writer, to add my stories to their collective.

    Some Pig, Garibaldi, my 8-month-a-versary present.

    Some Pig, Garibaldi, my 8-month-a-versary present.


    Second? Hmmm.

    Maybe second would be Garibaldi, the flying pig. He was a “month-i-versary” gift from my then boyfriend (now husband) David. I had never been one for serious relationships, figuring I’d get hitched “when pigs fly.” I was charmed and delighted with the surprise gift of Garibaldi, and the thoughtfulness and thinking behind the gift (a nod to Beyonce, metal chicken hero of one of my favorite blogs). It was an insight into the man who is my husband and the relationship, just then blossoming, that became our marriage.

    The city, as art.

    The city, as art.

    Number three? I’d probably look outside for that. I bought my loft, quite simply, because of the view. I have a front row seat to sunrises and moon-rises, sunsets and windswept clouds; the vast glory of sky reflected against the metallic backdrop of the city. Nature + technology equals an odd but beautiful canvas, providing living art for my daily life.

    So three things – not necessarily defining me, but certainly reflecting me. I could look and easily find others – after all, isn’t home the true mirror of who you are?

    NaBloPoMo Day 13: Inside the Actor’s Studio

    NaBloPoMo_November_small_0Trying to come up with a new topic for today’s blog, I ran across this WordPress Daily prompt and thought it was pretty interesting.

    On the interview show Inside the Actors’ Studio, host James Lipton asks each of his guests the same ten questions.

    What are your responses?

    What is your favorite word?
    – Heliotrope
    What is your least favorite word?
    – Mucous
    What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
    – Making a connection with someone. When there is an instant bond and chemistry.
    What turns you off?
    – Overly judgmental reactions.
    What is your favorite curse word?
    – Rampant Douchebaggery.
    What sound or noise do you love?
    – I love the sound of rain. Trains. Fiddles.
    What sound or noise do you hate?
    – Any kind of alarm sound. It makes me panic.
    What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
    – Television host. Author.
    What profession would you not like to do?
    – Accountant.
    If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
    – I’m proud of you for living and loving with all of your heart, and moving through your fears.

    NaBloPoMo Day 11: The Scariest Thing in the World

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    Failure.

    Or at least it is for me. Fear of failure paralyzes me – stops me dead in my tracks and derails my success. It always has.

    It’s not that I’m afraid to write.

    I’m afraid of failing as a writer.

    I’m scared of not having pertinent ideas, or never appealing to an audience. Of being laughed at, misunderstood. Not being cool enough or funny enough; being too old or too young. Too jaded or too naive.

    I’m terrified I may have no story to tell.

    I’m frightened of being rejected by total strangers as insignificant or trivial. People who have never met me pass ghostly judgment in my head before my words ever hit the screen.

    I am so afraid that if I take my dream of being a writer, bubble-wrapped and carefully bundled in my heart and open it up, I will drop and break it. I will fail it and I will fail me.

    And then there won’t be any dream left to cherish.

    I have a quotation printed out and taped to the keyboard of my laptop. When I find myself backed into a corner by the failure monster, petrified to share my thoughts and words, I take to heart something said by someone who gained her first fame without being heard, silent film actress Mary Pickford.

    “You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing that we call ‘failure’ is not the falling down, but the staying down.”

    And I determine one more time, not to stay down.